#I wanna see if any of you will guess what I said!!1!!!1!1!!

[cottonlemonade]

Dating You For A Bet [Part 3]

word count: 2146 || avg. reading time: 9 mins.

pairing: University AU!Matsukawa x chubby!Reader

genre: angst, comfort

warnings: like one time swearing

[part 1] [part 2]

As soon as the dorm room door closed behind you, your shoes were practically flung off your feet. With a deeply satisfied sigh you stretch and wiggle your toes, slowly feeling the numbness subside. You weren’t used to wearing heels but thought that a third date called for the occasion.

“How was it?”

Confused, you turned around as if your roommate could have possibly meant anyone else. She hardly ever spoke with you so this was absolutely a first.

She was sitting cross-legged on her bed, computer on her lap, and brushed her headphones from one ear.

“The… date?”, you asked cautiously, standing frozen in front of the wardrobe like a deer caught in headlights.

The other girl nodded.

“It was… nice?”

“Just nice?”

“He was sweet.”

“That was your second one this week, right? Are you gonna keep seeing him?”

“I’m sorry. I’m still trying to figure out why you’re talking to me.”

She shrugged.

“Because I’m curious.” When you still didn’t say anything, she explained, “I’ve heard all over campus what happened, and… it sucks what your ex did. And I saw how sad you were about it but I’m also really impressed with how you’re handling it now. I guess I just wanna say that at first, I thought it was a really dumb rumor because you were both so obsessed with each other. It didn’t make any sense.”

That brought you out of your stupor. You turned to put your jacket back in the closet and tossed the shoes carelessly into the void somewhere to other disregarded things.

“Yeah.”, you said after a small pause.

“Do you think you’ll get back together?”

Now it was on you to shrug.

“Why d’you ask?”

Your roommate turned the laptop so you could see. It was a live feed of the current varsity volleyball match. Issei was just being switched out and the camera stayed on him as the coach kept talking very fast and gesturing towards the court in an unmistakably urgent manner. Issei simply bowed his head and nodded to his shoes, kneading the pads of his fingers against the water bottle like he always had done when he was anxious. The clip was only about five seconds long but it was obvious that when he turned around to look at the stands behind him he was searching for someone.

Your roommate moved the laptop back so that the screen was facing her again.

“He has been off all game.”

“Well… too bad.”, you said and grabbed your towel and shower caddy.

With three days left until Christmas, the first snow fell. After your tear-filled kiss with Issei at the bench two weeks ago he had left you alone. No more notes, no more loitering around waiting to talk to you and you wondered if this was really how it would be from now on. You figured that finding out you were dating someone else had spooked him into hiding. However, just as you were sure you would never speak another word with him you heard a commotion outside your door. Calls and hollerings were echoing through the hallway from the girls on your floor and you and your roommate both looked up from your essays to then exchange a questioning head tilt with each other. The large pizza carton between you was pushed aside and, brushing your greasy hands off on your washed-out sweats, you got up to see what was going on. When you opened the door you saw four guys hunched over with their heads ducked between their shoulders looking as uncomfortable as can be. Issei, meanwhile, was pushing a fifth down the corridor toward your room. You recognized them now. It had taken a few seconds without their usual sneers.

Your ex had them stand in a row in front of you and then all but one knelt down. Issei gave the last one a tap with his foot on the back of the knee to make him match the others. Heads hung low and hands resting on their thighs, one after the other bowed in deepest apology with their foreheads almost touching the linoleum. The middle one, whom you remembered as the idiot who suggested the bet, began to speak as Issei stood behind them all, arms crossed, a smirk on his lips.

“Y/n-san,”, the middle one said, “we’re very sorry for… for the whole thing.”

Issei cleared his throat. All the girls from the surrounding doors giggled and kept their phones focused on them to film while you were gaping like a fish.

“- for making the bet about you. It was terrible and immature and you didn’t deserve to be treated like that. We ask for your forgiveness.” A general murmur of apologies went through the row of kneeling guys.

“Here.”, the middle one fished a crinkly envelope from his hoodie and held it up to you with both hands, “This is the money from the bet. Please accept it.”

“No, why would I want your money?”, you replied in disbelieving disgust.

“Okay.”, your roommate weighed in quietly and slipped past you, snatching the envelope, “I’ll be taking that.”

You frowned at her.

She raised her hands in defense. “Pride and integrity are great and all but we are still students at the end of the day. This will at least fund next month’s pizza parties. I’m just saying.” And she retreated behind you, adding, “Carry on.”

“Just leave me alone and don’t ever talk to or about me ever again. And the sooner you realize that you are nothing but pathetic worms that peaked in high school the sooner you can go to therapy which you obviously need.”

The boys seemed to wait for something, then Issei said, “You heard her. Fuck off.”

All five scrambled to their feet and pushed through the audience of sniggering girls to get away.

Incredulously, you looked at Issei who was very obviously very satisfied with himself.

“How did you even…?”

He chuckled and shrugged as the surrounding crowd slowly dispersed and went back into their rooms and about their days.

“You didn’t beat them up, did you?”

“Worse.”

He walked over to you and leaned casually against your doorframe.

“I called their moms.”

Your roommate snorted and went back to her essay.

There was a pause in which Issei realized that for the first time since the breakup, you didn’t regard him with the previous hurt or anger. His smirk faded into a small unsure smile and he switched between glancing at you and his hands, “You look pretty.”, he muttered, then pushed himself off the doorframe, “Have a good night.”

The clip of the five guys kneeling in front of your door (from varying angles) was all over the campus forum for days giving you finally a different sort of spotlight and leading your fellow students to turn their attention and energy to hackling the bet-makers rather than you. It was a welcome change of pace.

On Christmas morning then you were bundled up tightly in your coat and scarf and trudged through the freshly fallen snow on your way to the library where you would pretend to study while in all honesty, you would just be scrolling on your phone. All just to escape the omnipresent merriment. You had to walk past Issei’s dorm, something you had avoided doing for weeks and instead had taken the much longer route.

“Y/n!”, you heard a shout from overhead and when you looked up into the soft flurry of snow you spotted Issei waving from his window, “Wait there for a moment!”

Two flights of stairs later, Issei jogged through the lobby towards the glass front door to hold it open. “Could you come up for a second, please? - It’s nothing weird, I promise.”, he added when he saw your skeptically raised brow.

You followed him silently until you reached his door.

With a flourish, he opened his room and was met with a wall of smell from a whole bunch of different essential oils. He coughed and flitted into the room to open the window again, using a notepad to fan the air. The whole room was decorated with candles and garlands and even a small fake Christmas tree that obviously had needed a bit of persuasion to stand up straight on the bedside table.

“Sorry.”, he pressed out in between coughs, “I went around the whole building for candles but they all just had scented ones.” He kept feverishly fanning the icy cold air into the room, ignoring the thick snowflakes landing on and soaking through his pillow. A long dead plant in a pot on the windowsill caught the flame of a candle as he waved around the notepad and began to slowly burn to a crisp. “Oh!” He tossed the notepad onto the bed and grabbed the mostly empty can of an energy drink to pour over it.

“Anyways.”, Issei turned around as if nothing had happened and cleared his throat, “You once told me that you were kinda dreading Christmas because you couldn’t go see your family and I promised that I would spend Christmas with you and make it fun, so!” He jumped to his dresser and retrieved a red tin containing slightly burned, painstakingly decorated sugar cookies and handed them to you. Then he turned around and rummaged under his bed until he pulled out a Santa hat and reindeer antlers that he placed on top of the tin in your hands, “I also have your favorite Christmas movies -”, he waved toward his laptop, “you don’t have to watch them with me, of course, but they’re there if you like - and”, he picked up a note from his desk, “here is the list we made of all the Christmas activities that you wanted to do. We can go through them one by one.” You noticed how the paper shook slightly in his hand and how he swallowed a lump that seemingly had formed in his throat while awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. “Mistletoe is kinda inappropriate now but I guess you can… slap me instead if we’re both under it. But the snow is good for a snowball fight and to build a snowman and make snow angels and-“

“Issei!”, you said firmly to stop his ramblings, “This is really nice of you but I’m not in the mood to play in the snow right now.”

“Right… uhm.”, his eyes darted back to the paper in his hand for another idea, “We can go to the coffee shop for that holiday drink I told you about.”, he suggested excitedly instead.

“I… already went and tried it last week with my roommate.”

“Oh…”

“Yeah.”

“Did you like it?”

“It was nice, yeah.”

“Good. Good.” After a short pause, he followed up with, “I’m glad.”

He then hesitated, opened his mouth as if to say something, then closed it again and put the list back on his desk.

You looked around the room - the leftover paper shreds next to the trash can from the cutout snowflakes, the wonky bow on top of the cookie tin, the over-laden Christmas tree. All the effort and genuine thought he had put into everything at the very least made you want to accept his peace offering.

“I wouldn’t mind having it again, though.”, you heard yourself mumble.

“Really? You sure?”

You shrugged.

“Alright, lemme grab my jacket.”

“You should put out the candles.”

“Right!”

“Alright, order placed.”, he announced when he sat down across from you, holding up the little buzzer that would let you know about your drinks.

“How have you been?”, he asked.

“Good. Better. I aced that exam I was so worried about.”

“Knew you had it in your pocket.”, Issei smiled and turned the buzzer nervously in his fingers.

“Let me just tell you that I know there is no excuse for what I did. But just know that I am not done apologizing for it. You are everything to me and I am kicking myself every day for not realizing it the moment I saw you. You deserve nothing but the best and I’m glad you found someone who can make you happy.”

“Thank you.”, you allowed yourself to smile, “I appreciate that.”

“So… what’s he like?”, he asked, trying very hard to sound casual.

“Who?”

“Your new boyfriend. Do I know him?”

“Well uhm, he isn’t my boyfriend.”

“Oh?” His fingers turning the buzzer slowed ever so slightly.

“Yeah it just…”, you sighed and shrugged, “didn’t work out.”

You would under no circumstances ever tell him that it was because you had called him Issei while he kissed you. You would take that to the grave.

“Aw, that’s too bad.”

“You know this would be a whole lot more convincing if you weren’t grinning like an idiot.”, you smiled.

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[lunajay33]

Why Me? Part.2

•🤎🐺🪵🍂🌑•

Summary: Bella and Y/n are twins but when Bella and Renee moved away you stayed with Charlie always growing closer with the people around La push, but when Bella comes back it’s like everything is flipped around, Bella becomes distant obsessed with the cullens, you find solace with the guys at the beach but things change after the first year and suddenly you’re all alone, will anyone come back, will Paul your best friend, your forever crush come save you from depression

Pairing: Paul Lahote x f!reader

Warnings: Depression

Part.1

•Masterlist•

Song Suggestion: Heartbeat by Nessa Barrett

Hopping down from the wolf I make my way closer to the house but before I can enter strong warm arms wrap around me I know who it is instantly

“Paul” I choke out before crumbling to the ground in tears for the second time this night , the cold ground meeting my knees his arms still secure around my hips hind chest pressing against my back hearing his cries along with mine

“Why did you leave me” I scream letting myself feel everything I’ve gone through the last month

“I’m so sorry Angel, please give me a chance to explain”

“But you hurt me so badly” my cries settling a bit seeing Sam and Emily come out the house worried

“Please I’ll do anything please” he was begging and he never begged, I nodded warily, he picked me up effortlessly and brought me into the house setting me back on the couch Emily and Sam lingering near obviously knowing what’s going on

“Is this normal Sam? For the bond to cause her these emotions to such an extent?” Paul asked from over his shoulder as he was kneeled infront of me his hands never leaving mine

“The bond can cause despair when separated but to this extent for her to be physically ill must mean you have a much deeper connection than just the bond, you can’t leave her again Paul we don’t know what could happen” the talked like I wasn’t right here and they made no sense

“What’re you guys talking about, you said you’d explain”

“I will but…….y/n how could you try to kill yourself, that would’ve devastated everyone, to lose the most precious being to walk this town”

“It was too much Paul, with you gone and Bella being preoccupied by Edward and Jacob with Bella I was alone and it just grew the pit in my heart” I sighed feeling the emotions of the day finally drain me

“Never again, I’ll never leave but what I’m going to tell you is gonna be a lot”

He told me everything, how he and Sam were wolves how it ran in their blood and only came out when vampires appeared, their truce with the cullens how I had to keep everything a secret, but most of all how I was Paul’s imprint and why he had to stay away to protect me

Everything suddenly made sense but it didn’t make it hurt any less

“Are you okay Angel?” Paul asked after the long pause that lingered in the air

I sucked in a quick sharp breath just registering everything

“But what now, will I get better, what about us what’re we now?”

“You’ll get better in time as long as we keep seeing eachother, and like I said I’ll be anything you need, your best friend, your protector, your boyfriend”

“I wanna be with you Paul, I can’t lie about it anymore, it’s always been you since day one” his warm hand caressed my cheek making some of the pain go away

“I knew it would always be you, but you have to promise to never do what you almost did tonight, even though I hate those blood suckers I’m glad he saved you in time, cause I’m never letting you go again” his head pressed against mine our lips so close

“I love you Paul”

“I love you too always”

Get home at 12 am felt different, my conscience was clear once again, me and Paul stand in the back yard as he walked me home I guess, I rode on his back as he walked in his wolf form, it was all crazy really, my best friend a shapeshifting wolf

“Can you stay the night maybe? I just don’t want you to go just yet” i ask fiddling with his fingers

“You go up to your room open the window I’ll be up”

I ran up the stairs as lightly as I could in hope to not disturb dad or Bella who was probably accompanied by Edward, then being vampires didn’t scare me atleast not them they were nice especially alice Jasper and Emmett

I flipped on my lamp and opened the window looking down to see Paul quickly climbing up the house and right through the window

“So you’re super human too”

“Still got your humour” he smiles as he huffs spreading out in my bed like usual when he comes over

Changing into pajamas and joining him in bed, it wasn’t weird we’ve been doing this kind of thing since kids

“I’ve missed this” I sighed curling up into his radiating warmth compared to the cold sheets that replaced him when he was gone

“You have no idea how much I wanted to come to you every night and make sure you were okay, it killed to have to stay away from my mate, my best friend” he sighed running his hands through my hair

“You’ll be here when I wake up right?” Worried he’ll be gone and this was all just a dream

“Always”

And he was for the rest of my life he was there every morning

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[snowandnilio]

New RP/¿¿Collab?? idea!

I made snow the leader of the falling dead angels.

The middle one is snow!

The dark teal bear is Luina!

And the little wolf one is Rila!

[Color of blood meanings]

Red:regular blood.

Orange:Hot Lava.

Yellow:Happiness.

Green:Normal poison.

Purple:Dangerous poison.

Blue:Sadness/Blue death.

Light blue:Bright death/Terrible death.

Light yellow:Bright light death.

[what does this (name) mean?]

Hot lava:Blood that burns enemies/themselves terribly.

Happiness:Those who forced to drink it or who are drinking it normally, normally it would feel like taking happy pills. But after drinking it, you'll be happy for a bit then die.

Dangerous poison:Turn into a blood made monster and die in a painful way.

Blue death:Die in a sad painful way after drinking it.

Bright/Terrible death:Drinking the blood while looking at the sun will cause a very painful and frightening death.

Bright light death:Same as the other one before this. But instead. You die in a way far more painful and disturbing death.

It does effect those have this blood. But only if they choose or are forced to drink it themselves.

[What happened to those are falling and why?]

Their heaven only accepts those are have died by natural causes or died from allergies.

But for those are killed by their family members? Those ones are the dead falling ones.

Why are they called 'dead' falling? Because once their falling. Heaven gets their guards to throw one spear at them as they fall.

Causing them to 'die'.

But luckily snow catches them before they hit the spikes below.

They have a hole in heaven where the falling ones go.

But for those are curious and fall accidentally? Those are left there in the spikes.

Snow doesn't and can't accept those who fall accidentally.

Ever since he was the second falling one. The first one. The leader. Made him the leader if there any more falling ones.

Snow was once heaven's favorite leader. He loved taking care of the children. But ever since those who were killed by their families.

They later found out that snow was killed by his brother. So they sent him down.

Then threw a spear at him. He screamed in pain. But they didn't care.

Since snow was the second one. There was more.

Snow had keep an eye out for anymore. While Sanalia(Leader of hell) healed those who brought back.

[Why doesn't heaven those who are murdered by family members??]

Helia(Leader of heaven) doesn't want to accept those who were r-ped by family members.

When they found out that their first best favorite leader, snow. Was r-ped by his male family members and friends. They didn't want that in heaven.

So they sent him to the dead falling world.

[Are Sanalia and Helia friends or enemies?]

Sisters and enemies. Sanalia was the most favorite one. Whilst Helia was doing her best to be the second favorite. But since Sanalia never wanted to be favorite. She put herself into the falling world. She made it. So she's the ruler and queen of the Falling world. Most of heaven called it 'hell' for the falling ones. But Sanalia and snow never liked it.

[Will heaven accept the falling into heaven?]

Only because some of them are best friends, sister, brothers, Cousins. Any family member of any sorts. Only the falling can into heaven to see them. The angels have to send letters notes with a small kiss for the forehead.

[What else does heaven doesn't accept there?]

Ppl who killed themselves.

(The things in order to be in this rp/¿¿Collab??)

Age:14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24. [NO ELDERLY PEOPLE!!]

Gender:All. Especially nice and kind males.

Sexuality:All! Everyone is accepted! Be who you are♡!!

[what's not allowed]

Pedos, Zoophilas, Rapists, etc.

Age:30's, 40's, 50's, 60's. etc.

[What ocs are free?]

You can make your own! And you can choose which one you want your oc to be in! (Heaven or the falling world)

Jake is my gf and I'm snow!

Any power is accepted, and you can always make up any blood color and call them whatever!

We also accept artists, and if you don't have any gacha game then it's ok! Even if you don't have roblox then it's ok♡!! You can always just send me art of a character you want! I can make it for you♡ :]

Im normally never on tumblr that much because I'm either trying to focus on what to do or when I'm on tumblr then I'm mostly checking if anyone posted anything, and I'm mostly on my account- I always used to be on home and looking at posts but since it's mostly turned into tadc or other things, I've stopped going on that and js posting stuff, or I'm usually on wattpad and writing a pt/chapter for a story. Or I'm js usually bored and post randomly- but I am always grateful for what I have and get!

And also please don't steal others art/ocs. It's rude. And don't be mean to others.

Also, sorry that I don't have discord, but I will be getting tiktok when I'm 16! And if I am able to get tiktok by then, then I'll make sure to pin it with my pinned post! I'll js edit it in anyway-

Also! Please make sure that when you see those who mean to others! Please report it to me, thank you. And please make sure that if your a male then please be nice to the others!

And don't lie about anything to anyone!

And please make sure to comment or text me if you wanna join! And it's ok if your late on replying or busy most of the time!

And if you don't want to join, then it's okay, I don't force anyone to join things like these anyway! I js wait patiently anyway-

And I'm always grateful for what I get, so if there's a small amount of people then it's alright! And also, if I swear or talk or say random things then I apologize. I like to talk if it's a bit a quiet sometimes- and I only swear if I get mad at something small- and I always get distracted by something and forget what I'm doing or what I was gonna do or even told to do something- also, I don't normally do what I say I'm gonna do or if I'm told to do something then I don't do it-

And also, if I randomly start venting to you then please stop me. Even if I mention my older brother then please change the subject- if not then I'll be able to stop myself-

anywa-

That'll be all for now.

Have a wonderful day/night/evening and Stay Safe my dear darling snowflakes! *hugs*

[deus-ex-mona]

up next on chapter 36 of idol sengen… _(:3 」∠)_

[megaclubdiolis]

���本 佑 || 「光る君へ」 (2024) · 第十四回 「星落ちてなお」

[krysmcscience]

Did somebody say Bill shouldn't be allowed to swear? I think somebody said Bill shouldn't be allowed to swear. Thanks to that, have these retooled The Good Place jokes:

The "powers that be" can refer to either the Theraprism staff, the Axolotl, or just. Ya know. Disney in general. Or all three! Whichever you think is funniest. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

The "party" Bill's referring to is Weirdmageddon, of course. He was quite the ashhole to everyone back then.

Ford has probably gotten pretty good at the 'tune out your psychopathic ex with dank memes' challenge.

It must be very cathartic to be able to make Bill shut up whenever you want with just the press of a button. I'm sure Ford doesn't abuse this ability at all.

Oh, sure, 'Not now,' he says, before he immediately backs out of the newly-made hole in the Theraprism wall. 🙄

Don't worry, Bill doesn't get far.

also yeah i know this one doesn't have an attempted swear - i just wanted to use the joke because of the massive stink-eye involved in it because it makes me laugh

⬇️ More goofs beneath the brief ramble if you wanna skip it lmao⬇️

Why is Ford even there, you might ask? Well, he either decided he preferred to watch Bill suffer in person over being distantly and repeatedly harassed with the same evil desperation book for the rest of his life, or he got roped into some kind of contrived community service for 1.) all his many counts of interdimensional thievery, and 2.) his ignoring all the very clear warnings to NOT summon Bill in the first place (which I like to imagine is also illegal). Theraprism staff were just like, 'Wait, this guy matters to Bill? Ooh, we can USE that! It might be the only thing that can help him want to get better!' It is not considered that throwing Ford at Bill so soon after Weirdmageddon could instead make them both WORSE - in new and altogether special ways! :D

Anyway, I'm calling it the Community Service AU, and I am most likely not going to do anything else with it beyond appropriating these silly Good Place jokes. So, feel free to adopt the concept if y'all wanna??? Just make sure that Bill is still not allowed to swear, no matter what, full stop. It's gotta be a real linguistic corkblork of a situation for him, is all I'm sayin'.

Finally, have these bonus Good Place jokes, but with Handyman!Bill this time:

'Opposite tortures' doesn't sound so bad...at least until it's an all-powerful chaos entity known for torture saying it.

you may think i forgot mabel's cute pink cheeks but the truth is that i did in fact forget but then immediately stopped caring which makes it okay, SHHHHHHH

And, finally:

lmao this is shit

True facts, if you cram Season 1 Eleanor Shellstrop and Michael into a singular triangle shape, they turn into Bill Cipher. This is science, look it up. Or don't, and just trust the source that is me, bro.

Anyway, I should be in bed, y'all have fun with these, I guess. Tune in after like a week or so and maybe I'll have an addendum to my comic about how Bill was drawn naked for karaoke night. Because him actually being naked was not the only thing I considered as a plausible explanation. XD

Also if you see any inconsistencies or errors in any of these comics, No You Do Not :D

Also also, reblogs are rad as hell and I appreciate every single one, just don't repost, please and thanks. Every time a repost is made, an artist somewhere cries. :,)

[tonycries]

Freak On The Cam! - C.K.

Synopsis. Choso always loved watching you - his pretty lil’ camgírl - from behind the screen. Who knew he’d love being on-screen with you even more?

Pairing. Choso Kamo x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, camgírl! reader, spítting, Choso has rings and piercings, first times + loss of vírginity (Choso’s), oral (fem receiving), exhíbitionism, DOWN BAD Choso, cúmplay, use of “ma’am”, Sukuna is a menace, víbrators, light jealousy (Choso’s), some HEINOUS things, pet names, swearing.

Word count. 6.5k

A/N. Meant to post this last week but hehe here we are. Also I’ve GOT to stop using Unc-kuna so much lmao.

“Wanna see a movie or do you wanna make one?”

Choso was screwed. Completely and utterly screwed. So badly, in fact, that he might as well just wipe off every trace of himself online and go into hiding - preferably forever.

All because he had been so stupidly careless as to leave his phone unattended for exactly 1 minute and 47 seconds around Sukuna. 

In the time it took Choso to raid the kitchen for his favorite brand of cereal, his uncle had managed to open his Twitter (because “that’s where all the juicy stuff is”), stalk your pretty page at the very top of his last searched, and send a god-awful pick-up line that would probably get him blocked. Or worse.

Damnit, he knew he shouldn’t have made his password Yuji’s birthday.

“Ya should be thankful I didn’t DM her myself, brat.” Sukuna chuckles, not even a shred of regret in his tone, way too amused with how Choso was frantically trying to tackle the phone out of his hands. “What’s the harm in asking? Such a pretty camgirl, n’ you look like you need some good pu-”

“She’s also my classmate.”

“Kinky. Even better.” 

No, not “even better”. God, this must be some kind of cosmic joke, and Choso just wished the Earth would swallow him up whole right now - and maybe his phone along with it too. 

It had taken him almost a whole semester to work up the courage to just sit next to you during your shared lecture. All gorgeous with your bright smiles, and your smart mouth. And Choso was very much content to admire you from afar - and from behind his phone screen, of course.

Never following, never liking. Never tipping you off as one of your hundreds of thousands of fans.

And now, not only had Sukuna revealed that he’d found your secret Twitter account - the one with those sinful little clips of yourself that had Choso opening the app way too much - he’d also propositioned you. Like some creep.  

“Ugh. This is why women hate you.” Still desperately grappling, he spits out more to himself than Sukuna at this point. “B-besides, she’s never even gonna respond any-”

Ping!

And the Itadori household had never been quieter. Never, on a random Saturday during spring break. Never, as the two men crowd the phone, jaws dropped and staring wordlessly at the singular message on screen. You. 

“Let’s make one ;)”

---

“So s’not a stream this time, jus’ a video. Is that okay?”  You hum from your desk, glancing at the man seated on your bed as he hastily nods along with whatever you said. Looking like he’d rather be anywhere but here. 

Weird. 

It had only been a few days of back and forth since you’d gotten that first text - the one that you’d honestly thought about blocking like the thousands of others. But there was just something about it that made you stop, something that had you clicking on the profile to delve a little deeper.

It hit you like a semi-truck back then - five of them, in fact - that this was someone in your class. Someone you knew. How the hell did he even find this account? 

You knew Choso as that sweet - albeit slightly gloomy - kid that sat next to you, always quick with his answers and even quicker to look away from your gaze, no matter how hard you tried to spark a conversation. You’d just guessed he was afraid of you or something.

So nothing could’ve prepared you for how ridiculously attractive he looked in that profile picture, all smug grins and dark locks falling effortlessly around his slightly smudged eyeliner. Shirtless, giving just a peak of- oh god, were those nipple piercings?  

Could you really be blamed? You just had to have him.

But, here - it was like he was just itching to run away at the first chance he got. 

“You’re not held at gunpoint, y’know.” you giggle at how he startles at the mere sound of your voice. The mattress dips as you stop fiddling with the camera to sit next to him, thighs flush against his muscled ones. “Are you sure you want-”

“Yes.” 

It seems that both of you were surprised by the abrupt response. Too quick. Choso clears his throat, cheeks flaring as he tries to dredge up some semblance of dignity, he drawls lightly. “I mean- Yes.”

You study him for a moment under the dim lighting, noting the way his hands clench and unclench in his lap, the way his chest rises and falls rapidly as he struggles to control his breathing. He was nervous. Nervous and horny - nothing quite like the suave impression his pick-up line gave off. 

But so irresistible just the same.

“Well…Cho.” you bat your lashes, voice dropping to a seductive whisper - not too heavy, for now at least. “Then why won’t you even look at me?”

Alas, Choso was not a strong man. 

Maybe at your words, maybe at that playful little nickname you gave him, he’s finally raising those dark eyes to look at you. Twinkling with- fear? anticipation? A flicker of something so dangerous as his gaze sweeps greedily over that tight dress you put on just for this occasion. 

Choso tries to ignore how sinfully it hugs all your curves. Or the way it would look a million times better on the floor. 

This was absolute torture. 

And God he thinks he could pass out right then and there as you lean in closer. Too close. The temperature in the room suddenly increasing by about 10 degrees as you purr, tone careful and balanced. “Much better. And now…” 

His breathing becomes heavier, eyes flickering downwards. Once. Twice. 

And you know you’ve got him in the palm of your hand. 

“...all you gotta do is touch me.”

Yeah, if Choso thought he was going to pass out before then he definitely wasn’t ready for those dangerous little words. Ones that have him shaken right to the core - fighting that urge to just take you how he’s imagined all those lonely nights.

“You- huh?” he lets out a shaky laugh, the sound strained as he crosses his legs with the subtlety of a sledgehammer, desperately trying to will away the blood rushing straight to his throbbing cock right now. 

But how could he? Not when you only shift closer, barely even a hair’s breadth between you two - relishing in his strangled gasp as your tits press so enticingly against his arm. Such an adorable pout playing on your lips as you mutter, “Do you not want to?”

And he did. Oh, how he did - has been imagining it for the past five months, in fact. And Choso lets you know, a little twenty times, actually, as the words spill panickedly from his lips. 

“-idiot trying to set me up and I’ve been dreaming of fucking you for so long but I’m just-” Heat rushes to Choso’s cheeks, as he abruptly shuts the fuck up. But it’s too late - the damage has been done.

You give him a wry smile, lips mere inches from his ear. “Just what?”

His breath hitches, muscles rippling so deliciously as he shudders beneath your touch. “I’m a-” Choking out - as if it physically hurts to  admit - “-virgin.”

Oh. 

Now, you might’ve expected many things - but certainly not this. Though, looking at the cute flush on the tips of his ears, all the way down to those big, needy eyes, you don’t mind. Not one bit.

With one, quick glance at the rolling camera - your mouth is moving before your mind. “Do you want me to…do something about it?”

And then it’s like something snapped. 

You don’t know who leans in first, just that Choso’s kissing you. And you’re kissing him - how could you not? 

Because goddammit it was always those pretty lips that you were staring at whenever he was spouting off answers in class. You just never expected he’d be kissing you back with such an infectious desperation. 

No sooner are you thinking about how sweet his lips are before he’s pulling away with a soft sigh, pressing hot open-mouthed kisses down your jaw. Your neck. Back to your lips like he wanted everything and anything.

You gasp licks a long, languid stripe up your neck - maybe at how utterly obscene it felt, maybe at that sharp cold feeling that makes you flinch. Fuck - a tongue piercing? The noise makes Choso’s mouth drop into a quick oh! surging forward to claim your lips again. Addicted. 

Only to be stopped by your hands cupping his face, letting out a pained grunt at how he was so close. Just a hair’s breadth away from your lips.

“Cho~ Open your mouth, baby.” you whisper, hotly. 

And he looked so pretty - dark hair askew, lower lip swollen and quivering with need, brows furrowing because he wanted more of your taste. But he obeys, of course he does, Choso thinks he’ll do anything you asked. And lo and behold, sitting right there in the middle of his tongue was a pretty silver piercing.

You just can’t help but thumb open his mouth further, looking him right in the eyes as you spit in his mouth. Once. Twice. 

“Bet no one else has done this before, huh?” Grinning at how sinfully Choso’s eyes roll to the back of his head at your taste, “Kiss me proper now.”

God, you were so good at throwing away whatever was left of his poor sanity. And it’s all that’s said before his kiss-bitten lips are crashing into yours again. 

“No. No one’s hah- done that before. Only you.” he’s panting into your open mouth, swirling his tongue with yours. “F-fuck only you. Only you only you-”

You barely even realize the way you’re on his lap now, sitting so prettily there that Choso half-deliriously wonders whether he should take a picture. Mind spinning too much with his throbbing erection under your drenched panties, a damp little patch at his fat tip. So hot and heavy already.

“Cho, do you want me to-”

“Yes, ma’am.”

You certainly don’t have to be told twice - especially with that little nickname. Fiddling with his belt, you’re so hazy with want - the need to taste Choso, to see if the rest of him was as sweet as his lips - that you almost miss the look of confusion that flashes across his face.

You bat your lashes at him almost-innocently, “You alright?” And Choso thinks he could cum right there and right now at the sight. If he wasn’t currently battling for his life, that is. 

“Yeah, s’jus’- what I wanted hah- was to…” His hands sneak down, cupping your heated pussy through your drenched panties. “-taste her. ”

“Oh?”

“Are y’gonna teach me how?”

Oh. Fuck.

You know you’re fucked. Completely and utterly fucked.

Only moments later, Choso’s wrestling you back onto the mattress, face-to-face with your sloppy pussy. So mean with the way he was pinning your hips down with one hand, all but ripping your panties off with the other. 

You feel his piercing before his tongue. Both the hot and cold so maddening on your cunt as Choso licks long, lazy stripes up your puffy folds - dragging his hot tongue all the way from your base. Just grazing your swollen clit. 

“Teach me- fuck fuck-” words muffled and slurring together, vibrations going straight to your pussy. “Use me. Use me how you want.”

You’re threading your fingers through his dark locks before you even realize it, grinding your sloppy cunt all over his waiting mouth. “Quirk your tongue like- ngh-” Angling him close enough so he bullies his soft tongue into your tight pussy. Piercing massaging all the right places. “Fuck-”

“Like this?”

“Sh-shit,” you gasp, nodding deliriously. “S’too ngh- good.”

And by God, did you mean it. 

“Yeah? Y’like this?” he’s groaning, wrapping his lips around your swollen clit. “Can feel you clenching around me. Shit shit shit, you love this, huh? So slutty on camera for it?” 

Getting wetter and wetter by the second as his tongue roams for that one-

“Oh! F-fuck, Cho. Right hngh- there. Deeper-”

Ah, found it.

Choso grins as you tug on his soft strands, you can feel it on your throbbing pussy. Pushing your legs all the way till they’re at your tits to hit that little spot each and every time. Again and again. Eyes glassy, torn between devouring that slutty expression on your face and how fucking drenched you were. 

“Shit, baby,” his words are so strained now, like his sanity was dancing away at each flick of his tongue. “You’re drooling everywhere. See? Show the camera now.”

You don’t have to look. Because you can feel it.

Can feel how wet his mouth is, just glistening with slick and saliva. Trailing all the way down his chin - to his wrist - only second to how sloppy your dripping cunt was. It was like he was getting messy on purpose, like a little reminder to himself that shit this was you and he was eating out your pretty cunt to insanity-

“Oh my god, think m’hooked.” Tongue dragging all over your swollen folds, catching on his piercing. “Think your pretty lil’ pussy’s hah- driving me crazy. Ruined me, Fuck-”

And it’s so embarrassing how he’s talking you through it, grinning at every lil’ whine and whimper that leaves your mouth. You were acting all shy right now in a way that makes Choso’s cock twitch so painfully. He barely even notices, though, with the way he was so drunk off your pussy. 

So messy - unable to decide between rolling his tongue over your ravaged clit and dipping into your sloppy hole. Too much. In and out in and-

“Faster.”

He goes faster. 

“H-harder.”

He goes harder.

Anything and everything for you - to keep those pretty moans falling from your lips, walls getting tighter and tighter around his tongue. And Choso might just consider himself a man addicted.

“Can you ngh- cum f’me, baby?” You flinch as he spits out the words into your cunt. Harsh. Fucked-out. Sounding just as delirious and breathless as you. “Cum f’me please. Wan’ to taste y’on my tongue. Please. Fuck- need it so bad. So bad.”

You’re so caught up in Choso’s pussydrunk little babbles that you barely even realize when you’re cumming. Just that you’re letting out a strangled scream of his name, dragging your sloppy pussy all over his mouth. 

And he has never seemed more blissed out. Long gone is that nervous little expression usually on his face around you, Choso looked like he could be suffocated in-between your legs right now and love it. Hope for it, even.

He tells you that, of course. As soon as you’re blinking back your vision, blood still roaring in your ears. Delicate strings of slick snapping where he parts from your quivering cunt, lips swollen and glossed so prettily with your sweet sweet juices. 

“Baby, y’think the video of lesson one came out good?”

Oh. Shit, what have you done?

---

That certainly wasn’t the last time you saw Choso - or the last time you had him in front of a camera, either.

A few weeks later, you found yourself with an entire album for the man - a hidden treasure trove under the simple name of “Cho <3”. Most of the videos favorited, all sorted so tediously in a way that showed you spent an obscene amount of time looking at all the ways he ruined you. 

So filthy on camera that you always wondered whether it was the same person in the sheets and in class, texting Choso for later. Just to confirm. 

But embarrassingly, only some of these videos made their way onto your Twitter account - with Choso’s pretty face largely out of the frame. The two of you hadn’t ventured into streams yet either, opting to hide him away. Because, okay, maybe you were slightly jealous of other people seeing him - but it was really hard not to be when he looked like that.

In spite of all that, you’d still gained a casual hundred thousand more followers since his appearance - ones who always commented on your solo streams asking where your “hot emo bf” was.

Comments you’d pointedly ignore, because, hell, you wished he was here on-stream helping you get off, too. Yet despite the endless flirting and videos, Choso actually hadn’t made it further than actually holding a full conversation with you. And you wanted more. 

For all you know, you might just be one of his many trysts - and it was just for the videos, right? You get the content, he gets the experience? A win-win situation, so why have you never felt more like such a loser?

Such a loser the way you’ve already lost count of the “lessons” but still haven’t gotten to feel him - to fuck him the way you wanted just yet. 

“S’alright if I take this, right, ma’am?” He smirks during one such session, knuckle-deep in your dripping cunt. Dangling your drenched panties like a badge of honor, flimsy and soaked with your sweet sweet juices. “S’alright if I-” And he can’t even finish the sentence. Your jaw drops as Choso raises the thin fabric to his face, breathing in your essence like a man possessed. 

Bzzzt-bzzzt-bzzzzt-

“You’re so filthy, Cho-” you manage to choke out once you find your voice. Squirming on his bed like such a slut for him. “Was the innocent thing just an act?”

“Nope.” he pops the p, licking lewd little circles on your neck, thumbing open your puffy folds to watch in amazement at the way you glisten and clamp around his fingers. Eyes flickering briefly to the recording phone in his hand. “But we gotta give ‘em a good show, huh?”

Right, you’d forgotten about the camera. But none of that matters anyway because-

Intensity setting 2.

“You’re so mean, too.”

“Am I?” he grins, teeth grazing along your racing pulse. “I think you taught that to me, baby. Shit, lesson 8 it was?”

God, he was addictive.

Choso’s having way too much fun playing around with the intensity setting of the bullet vibrator shoved inside your ravaged cunt. Sending quick, methodical vibrations all along your pulsing clit. In time with the breathless moans leaving your kiss-bitten lips, and it’s all you can to call out for- more? Mercy? Both? 

Bzzzt-bzzzt-bzzzzt-

“God, you’re so perfect. Shit, so messy f’me.” he groans, and you could tell that the video wasn’t going to be uploaded anyway. Too shaky, focusing in and out of Choso’s fingers. Knuckle-deep and pumping in and out of your filthy hole. Relentless. “Almost makes me wanna show off to an actual audience.”

“Maybe I want to, too.” you muse, shifting at his heated gaze. Dangerously pressing your thumb over those nipple piercings you’ve gotten to know so well lately - as if to support your point. God you wish he’d take off that snug shirt.

Intensity setting 3.

“That so?”

And no matter how many times Choso’s ruined you on camera - and watched the videos over and over afterwards - he always thought they weren’t enough to capture your perfection. 

“Such a slut f’me, baby.” To capture the exact moment in which your wet lips fall into a soft little oh! when he massages your walls in time with the pulsing vibrator. To capture that absolutely sinfully excited little glint in your eyes as he ruts his clothed erection against your pussy. “Y’always this dirty?” Quickly turning into a look of slight panic at the sudden jingle of keys from the front door. 

“Yo, brat. Where the fuck are ya?”

Ah, there he was, the reason that Choso usually locked his bedroom door whenever you were over, even if he was home alone. 

Intensity setting 4.

As the silence continues, so does Choso’s abuse on your cunt. In fact, he only gets more erratic - like he wanted you to cum. Needed you to cum right now, right here in front of Sukuna, footsteps only growing louder. Nearer.

“Cho-” you fight to get out the words. “He’s hah-.”

Bzzzt-bzzzt-bzzzzt-

“Can’t speak? That’s cute.” he coos, voice way too relaxed for someone whose mind was reeling with the realization that he couldn’t remember if he locked the door this time, and how adorable you sounded. Enough so that it made some raw, primal part of him wanna pull down his pants and fuck you right here right now. Cockblocks and his own virginity be damned. “C’mon now, use your words like a good girl. Tell the camera.”

Cocky bastard.

Bzzzt-bzzzt-bzzzzt-

“Close!” you yelp, unsure of whether you were talking about yourself or the looming Sukuna. Jaw slack, tears springing into your ears as you look up at Choso. “So close.”

God, you were addictive. And this video was definitely going in both your favorites.

“Mhm,” he hums, movements getting hastier. More desperate. “I know, ma’am.”

Intensity setting 5.

That’s all that it takes for you to cum, letting out a loud strangled moan of Choso’s name. Or, you would’ve - if it hadn’t been for the way he’s shoving two, thick fingers into your mouth.

Silencing you - and in your hazy brain you think that if this was his way of shutting you up, then you really didn’t mind. Because all you could taste was you and the cold, cold metal of his rings. Somewhat intoxicating.

“Shhhhhh.” he’s breathing out, still mindlessly grinding his hips into yours. Though, you realize with a pang that today won’t be the day you get to feel that achingly hard erection straining his pants. “These pretty moans aren’t for him, hm?”

Pressing on the back of your tongue, smirking at the way you nod tearily up at him, moans still muffled. Hell, do you even know how sexy you’re being right now.

“Mhm, all f’me. All for fuckin’ me.”

Knock! Knock! Knock! 

“Why the fuck are you locked up in here on a Saturday night?” Sukuna sounds impatient, but not surprised. Probably imagining all sorts of dorky things his nephew was doing to hole himself up in his room. “Come out n’ get this takeout- what’s left of it anyways.”

And with that, it’s like the magic is over.

Your high only just bating before Choso’s hurriedly ending the recording on a hazy still of your disappointed pout, cursing Sukuna for his impeccable timing. 

Slightly concerned about the door being broken down and someone else seeing you in all your fucked-out glory, he hastily moves to grab the spare cloth by his bedside. Cleaning you up with hushed promises of “sending the recording later”, and “s’alright, he’ll be gone soon.”

Close. You were so close.

A win-win situation - but you’ve never felt like more of a loser.

---

“By God, I never thought he’d get the balls to do it.”

You yelp in surprise at the deep voice from behind you, whirling with a defiant brandish of Choso’s (your?) keys. He’d given them to you a few lessons ago, saying it would make it easier for you to come and go from his apartment as you pleased. Which - to you - felt dangerously like something a boyfriend would say-

But that wasn’t important right now.

What was important was the older man suddenly towering over you right outside Choso’s front door. Big arms crossed over his chest, that leering smirk clashing with his pink hair. “I knew it was odd that brat had a pair of heels by the door.”

Shit. Sukuna.

Ryomen awfully-wingman-his-nephew Sukuna.

“Spill.” At your confused head tilt, he plows on. “Spill the tea. I need new blackmail on my lil’ nephew. How badly did he have to beg you to go out with him?”

You don’t know what was more bizarre - what he was saying or the way he actually pulls out his Notes app as if hanging on to your every word. 

“I-It’s because of you.” you manage to choke out, unsure of what Choso has told his family about you.  Eyes flitting between him and the door right behind you, sounding your very best not to sound just as guilty as you felt. “You’re the reason we have this weird…thing.”

A beat of silence passes. One. Two. 

And just as you’re beginning to wonder whether you’ve broken Choso’s infamous uncle, he throws his head back and laughs. Laughs, right in your face, sounding like he’d just heard the funniest punchline in the world. 

“Oh that’s hilarious.” he exclaims, wiping a mock tear. Cackles dying down as if he was suddenly aware that maybe Choso would hear and walk in on this impromptu interrogation. “Damn, that awful pick-up line is why you started fuckin’? I thought it’d get that sap blocked so he’d stop stalking your account so much.”

“No, we…” you hesitate, mind reeling with what Sukuna just admitted, and how bad it would really be that you’re divulging your sex life to a relative of the guy you’re fucking. Before thinking fuck it, might as well confide in someone. “...we’re just doing stuff for-” putting up air quotes. “-content.”

“Just content?”

“Just content.”

“And you like that fool?”

Your face burns at how glaringly obvious it apparently was, “...Yes.”

This seemingly sets Sukuna off on another wave of uncontrollable laughter. “Ohh, thanks for the blackmail on that emotionally-constipated brat.” Typing away on what you assume to be his Notes, he promptly turns to walk away, “See ya around, doll.”

“Wait!” you call after in confusion, making him stop and raise a brow. “Aren’t you supposed to like- I don’t know, give me advice for your nephew or something - like a good uncle?”

Scoffing, “Who said I was a good uncle?” He leans in ever-so-slightly, “Jus’ rock his world on camera or somethin’ n’ ask him out right in the middle.” Satisfied with being enough of a decent samaritan for today, he walks back with a half-wave, “He’d listen to whatever you say anyway.”

Oh. Is that so?

And Sukuna probably meant it as some joke. Something to tease the both of you with - but it’s something that sets the gears going off inside your head. Something that had you ignoring Sukuna’s slightly panicked, “Jus’ not too soon, I needa bully him with this first.”

---

You didn’t listen to Sukuna’s little plea, of course. Because only a few days later you’d steeled yourself to finally send that one text you knew would change your relationship with Choso. For the good, hopefully. 

You: 9pm my place. Get ready, cuz this time we’re gonna be live ;)

Cho <3: :0 

And with that, you’d thrown your phone on the bed, jittery about later tonight. Browsing through your wardrobe for that one set of barely-there lingerie in his favorite shade of pink. Hey, you could never be too prepared, right?

Nothing could’ve prepared Choso for this moment - absolutely nothing at all. 

He might’ve just died and gone to heaven the very moment he read that dangerous text - finally inviting him to join one of your streams. The ones that he’d always watch in the safety of his bedroom, lights dimmed, pants bunched around his ankles. 

Cock just achingly hard in his fist while he wished he was with you behind the camera. Getting you off so much better than any sextoy would. Just forcing those pretty moans from your lips - and everyone else could see that. Wish it was them ruining you instead. 

Alas, it was only a dirty little fantasy. 

Until now, that is.

slvt4u: Holy shit boyfriend reveal, about time.

uniwhore: THIS is the hottie from Twitter????? 

itsgenslut: idfc just fuck

“Nervous?” you smirk, looking down at the man sprawled so prettily on your bed. “You look just as close to an aneurysm as you were the first time. Though-” snaking your hand down, “-this is still the same as ever.”

You chuckle at the way Choso catches your lips with his, more to shut up those pathetic little moans threatening to escape him than anything. Because every glance at you in that sinful little pink bra gave Choso a mini heart attack. 

“B-baby-” he gasps, grinding his clothed erection against your palms. “I wan- hah-”

“Mhm?”

And God how you’ve ruined Choso - run him so utterly dry of his sanity.

Because he’s angling your head down, piercing cold against your tongue. “Spit.”

It was like that first time had gotten him addicted. So you do - right into his waiting mouth. Jaw dropping at the way he tips his head back, back, back to let it slide so obscenely down his throat. Moaning at just a taste of you, “God, I need to f-fucking ruin you.”

And if there’s anything you’ve learned after all these months with Choso, it’s that anything he says - he does.

The words have barely left his mouth before he’s pulling your bra off, ripping your panties easily off your hips. Each and every little regret about what a shame it was thrown out the window at the first sight of your pretty pussy. 

It never gets old - and Choso could never get enough of the sinful sight - your cunt so sloppy and ready for him already. 

“Cho-” you whine as ringed fingertips coming up to circle your sloppy entrance. Cold. Stretching you to insanity. “S-stop teasing.”

“Yes, ma’am. But first-” shifting you around ever-so-slightly on top of him. “Gotta show off how wet y’are f’me.”

uniwhore: did he just call her “ma’am”?? Me when??

roses101: idk who i wanna be they’re both so fucking hot ugh

“Fuck, y’look so sexy from this angle. Wonder if the camera thinks so too?”

Your face slightly burns at how he was seemingly taking over your own stream. Smug bastard, you think, glancing down at Choso, red-faced, hair untied, wearing a sly grin as his eyes slide over the flurry of comments. But two can play that game. 

“Cho~” fumbling with the hem of his underwear, “You’ve been holding out on me.”

A gasp leaves you involuntarily as you tug down Choso’s boxers just enough for his throbbing cock to spring free, hitting his sculpted abdomen. Blushed your favorite shade of pink - to match your bra - so so angry and soaked in precum. 

He was so intimidatingly long - longer than any of those toys you usually brought on camera. Thick enough that it had you wondering, shit, would you even be able to take it?

“S’this a-alright?” and for all his previous confidence, Choso sounded self-conscious. Peeking at you through his long lashes.

You grin, pumping a hand up and down his swollen cock, letting his precum drip down your wrist. “S’perfect.”

“God- fuck, baby. Oh-” Choso lets out breathless little profanities as you straddle his waist, dragging his weeping tip down your swollen folds. So fucking filthy as you sink down in by fucking in. Slowly. “Too- much-”

Apparently too slow because no sooner have you just taken in his fat tip, squeezing and clenching around him, that Choso’s flipping the both of you over. 

“M’sorry.” he breathes into your mouth as your back hits the mattress. “M’sorry m’sorry, fuck- just can’t-” fingers immediately drawing frenzied little circles on your pulsing clit to take your mind off the dizzying stretch as he bullies his massive cock into your snug cunt. “Can’t wait can’t wait- waited too fucking long. Want this so badly-”

You felt too good. Too perfect around him. 

“Ah! Hngh- Cho, oh my god. Too- ngh-” you moan, as he starts grinding in shallow, mindless little movements just to fit himself inside. Pushing and pushing, you wondered if he even realized what he was doing.

Sounding like his sanity was dwindling away with each little thrust, “S’too big? You can take it. Fuck fuck fuck please. Need this.” Pressing all the way into your lungs. “How do you wan’ it- how do you wan’ me?”

Honestly, Choso didn’t even need to ask, because he just bottoms out - heavy balls smacking against your ass, cock swollen and throbbing inside you - that you think that you just wanted him to ruin you. 

“R-ruin?” his voice breaks as he repeats - more to himself than you. Oh, shit had you said that out loud? You’re speechless as Choso throws your legs over his shoulder, dragging his swollen lips lazily across your ankle. “Yes ma’am.”

Oh. You might as well have just signed off your will. 

Because then he’s fucking into your sloppy cunt. Unforgiving. A man starved because he was. Jagged, quick thrusts, splitting you apart deeper and deeper on his rock-hard cock. 

“Fuck- fuck fuck fuck-” he pants into your open mouth, finding it so fucking difficult to find any rhythm when your tight cunt was milking him so good. “You feel so good. So messy. Ya love it like this, huh? Being hngh- watched?”

“Hngh-” you buck wildly into his body, reaching up to play coyly with his nipple piercings. Tugging and pulling lightly. “Feels too good- are- ah- are ya sure this is your first time?”

Honestly, it was a wonder Choso didn’t cum right then and there. 

Tojisslvt: need someone to fuck me like this the first time

22sabi: Typing with one hand is so hard.

DaStrongest: i could fuck her so much better than than inexperienced loser

Choso throws his head back in a cruel little laugh at that last comment, something that makes you tingle all the way from your burning cheeks to your stuffed cunt. Clamping down deliciously on Choso’s unforgiving cock in a way that makes his hips and fingers stutter. 

“Ya think you could fuck her better?” it takes you a second to realize he was talking to the camera and not you. Thrusts getting sloppier, getting familiar. “I’m the one that got her so messy like this.” Purposeful. Calculated. Like he was aiming for that one-

“Fuck!” you scream as he hits that magic spot. Once. And then over and over like a man possessed. Just so utterly ruining you the way you knew he could. “Cho oh my god- I can’t hah- ngh-”

The cold metal of Choso’s rings dig into your cheek softly as he turns you head to face him. God, this was the stuff of his wildest dreams.

You - teary eyed and looking up at him like such a slut. Pussy getting wetter - tighter - as he teases you in front of the camera. Torn between running away from his relentless cock and bucking up for more more more-

 “Fuck no no no- Keep your legs open, baby. Don’t hah- run away from me.” his fingers dig into your hips, pulling you impossibly closer. “Don’t- need this. Need this so ba- shit.” 

And he sounded so genuinely worried he’d lose the feeling of your heady cunt. Fingers bruising on your hips as he pulls you closer. Like he was trying to fuck out any and every shred of shyness out of your body. 

slvt4u: Always the quiet ones.

DaStrongest: heh, fuck off. i’d make her cum so much harder.

Now, Choso was fucking you like he had a point to prove, and it was probably the only reason he hadn’t passed out from how good your pussy felt wrapped around him. 

Both of you were barely-lucid at this point - and he was out of control now.

Pussy drunk thoughts unfiltered, “No one’s ever d-done this- got me hah- feeling like this.” And you had the distinct feeling he just beat you to your original goal, letting out sweet little babbles into your open mouth - though his hips were anything but. 

So hard that you were sure the creases of your sheets would leave marks for tomorrow - along with his balls on your ass, your ankles on his shoulders, lips searing against yours. It was like he wanted to prove something - to prove he was good enough to- the viewers? To you? 

Knowing your body well enough to hit that one spot over and over until you were sobbing. Fingers erratic on your clit. 

“Cho-” you squeal, tears springing to your eyes as he only gets sloppier. “I-I’m gonna-”

“Cum?” he breathes, as if he couldn’t believe it. And fuck if you weren’t the gates of heaven spread wide open for him then he didn’t know what was. “Fucking cum. Please please- hah- f’me. Cum on m’cock n’ make them jealous. F’me- Like you’re mine.”

You barely even realize when you are. Jaw slack, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you see stars behind your eyes, blood roaring in your ears. God, he was gonna have to go home and rewatch this stream all over again. 

“Ngh- m’cumming m’cumming oh-”

Not even realizing the way you’re dragging your nails down Choso’s sculpted back. Marking up his milky skin - and he lets you. 

Loved it in fact- the way he loved you. 

Your eyes go wide, and Choso knows he’s fucked up. Realizing with a jolt that words were tumbling out of his mouth before he could stop them. But it’s the way you squeeze him tighter- giving him such a gorgeous little fucked-out smile that sends him over the edge.

Sharp canines digging into the crook of your neck like he wanted to break skin, holding himself back from breaking you while he cums and cums so hard it hurt. Over and over-

“Love you- love you love you love you-” he’s muttering into the skin, unbarred. “Since I first saw hah- you. Wanted this more than fuck fuck- air that I breathe.”

His seed was oozing out of you now, painting your ravaged pussy white, dribbling down your legs.  So fucking full and debauched. Thick, hot globs that were sure to stain those overpriced new sheets. But did Choso care for the mess? Not at all. 

Because you were holding him so impossibly tight, pushing away the strands of hair sticking to his forehead. Whispering little praises as he fucks you through his first time. Close. Warm. Everything he ever dreamed of.

“S’everything I ever dreamed of, too, Cho.”

And he knows he’s won. 

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“Thought you were embarrassed.” he licks soothingly over the bite. Voice shot, piercing smooth against his tongue. Embarrassing little confessions leaving him with each spark of electricity running through his veins. “Thought you didn’t stream w’me cuz of that- but shit. Dreamed of this f’so long. So long-”

Oh?

“Hey, Cho.” your voice rings through his hazy mind. Just enough for Choso to raise his head and meet your intoxicating, sultry gaze. Giving a sly, sidelong glance at the still-blinking camera. 

“Mhm?”

“Wanna film a week’s worth of ‘movies’ in advance?”

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Sukuna (do not answer): Oi shitty nephew, where r u Jin made me come over with (half) leftovers.

You: Sorry, not home. At the movies rn.

Sukuna (do not answer): When tf do u go to movies?? 

You: Since now, on a date. You probably can’t relate.

Sukuna (do not answer): Stfu n’ stop lying, a date with who? Ur body pillow?? Not like u had the balls to ask out that pretty lil’ camgirl anyway.

Haha

Right? 

You: *girlfriend

Sukuna (do not answer): Huh?

You: Girlfriend.

Sukuna (do not answer): THE FUCKIN’ PICK-UP LINE WORKED??

A/N. This came out a LOT longer than expected. 

Plagiarism not authorized.

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Not under my roof pt 2

Pt 1

As you entered Tannyhill with red, teary eyes, Ward and rose sat down anxiously waiting.

“Are you okay?” Rose asked concerned.

“I’m-“

“She’s fine. Go to the room and get some sleep. Please.” He looked at you, you just wordlessly dragged yourself to his room.

He sat down with Ward and Rose outside, and Wheezie snuck her way into Rafe’s room, where you were currently putting down all the clothes you grabbed.

You turned back, not expecting to see Wheezie.

“Hey, wheeze.” You told her with a small smile, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

“Hi.” She sat down next to you, you sniffling and wiping your nose. “Guessing it didn’t go so good?” She asked, making you laugh and shake your head.

“No.”

“I’m sorry. That… that must suck.” She said with a frown on her face.

“It does. But…” you sighed. “I’ll be fine. How’d your dad and rose react?”

“They were mad at first, not at you. But now i think they’re more happy about it. They said ‘at least it was with you and not some random girl.’”

You laughed again, her smiling at the smile you had.

“He stopped hooking up with other girls once he started dating you though. Obviously.” She corrected.

“Would hope so.”

You both sat in a comfortable silence, before she stood up in front of the bed.

“I’m gonna go try to listen in on them.” She said with a smile.

“Let me know what they say.” You whispered to her with a small smile back, she nodded and gently shut the door.

You sighed, falling back onto the bed. You just curled up and fell asleep for hours.

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“She’s asleep right now.” You heard a whispered voice at the door.

“Well, she needs to eat. She’s been sleeping all day.” You heard another voice say.

Rafe took the plate, mumbling a small thanks and closing the door. He watched as you stirred in the bed, stretching when you sat up. He put the plate on your legs.

“Morning, sunshine.” He said, teasing you and sitting down on the chair he had set up at his desk, turning it to you.

“Hi.” You mumbled sleepily. “What time is it?” You asked him.

“Like… 9.” He shrugged. “Rose brought some food.” He motioned to the plate on your lap. “They also wanna talk to you tomorrow.”

You stared down at it, swallowing the lump that formed in your throat.

“You alright?” He questioned, watching the way your face looked.

He then saw the little tear drops that hit that plate as you continued to stare. He furrowed his eyebrows, getting up and into the bed next to you.

“Hey, what the fucks wrong?” He asked, his hand ghosting over your back. You pressed your face into his shoulder, and he just sat and rubbed your back, still a little confused.

“I’m sorry.” You sniffled when you stopped crying, wiping your eyes and the tears.

“It’s alright, but what the fuck was that for?”

“I don’t know.. probably my hormones or something.” You mumbled. “Its just…”

You started crying again, he sighed and wrapped his arm around you.

“I don’t know, it feels so nice. Your parents are happy, and I can’t get that, I’m never gonna go see them again. I’m never gonna see Kie!” You rambled on. “And they even cooked for me and shit. That’s just… so sweet!” You sobbed, Rafe had a small smile on his face at that last sentence.

“You’re good. You’re fine.” He mumbled, not really knowing how to deal with any of this.

“Hey, listen to me mamas.” He told you quietly, your sobs quieting down.

“I mean, sure they’re pissed now, but they’ll come around when they see him.”

“Who said it was gonna be a him?” You asked him with a nasally laugh.

“Well, whatever it is. They’ll love h- them. And you think my parents weren’t pissed? I told Ward and he was ready to punch me. He wasn’t even mad at you! He fuckin’ adores you.” He said, smiling when you laughed at his words.

“And don’t even get me started on Rose, she went straight to the liquor cabinet. She told me she’s too young to be a grandma. I mean, she married an ancient man, shoulda expected it.”

Once more, you found yourself laughing at him, and his smile grew even wider.

“-And wheeze, oh my god, wheeze, she fucking-“ he started laughing now, covering his mouth, “She told me that she had been waiting forever for this, and she’s just mad it didn’t happen sooner.”

You both laughed together, all your worries slowly disappearing with his words.

“We’re gonna be fine. Promise.” He told you when he laughter died down. “Now can you please eat without slobbering on my bed?” He said in a teasing tone, making you roll your eyes and pick up your fork.

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bed chem | lewis hamilton [1/3]

social media au. latina + singer!reader.

summary — a certain formula 1 driver caught your attention, and you can't help but let the whole world know about your attraction. (read part two here)

face claim — rosalia // yourbff — kali uchis

song — bed chem by sabrina carpenter

warnings — highly suggestive.

author's note — i put my entire soul into those thirst messages lmfao enjoy

all pictures taken from pinterest. credit to owners.

“.... from the man who started at the front row for an 11th time here at Silverstone and is on for a 9th Grand Prix win here at his home race and 15 Silverstone podiums, 12 consecutive podiums. He is the man who raises the bar, who raises the stats, who takes things into a stratospheric level and he’s only got three corners now. He can see the crowd standing and giving him a round of applause, he is ready to kickstart the celebration. Eight times we’ve said it before, here’s a ninth for ya! Lewis Hamilton wins the British Grand Prix! What a victory! Hamilton is back!”

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Cinematography. (This Is Cinema ~ Roman’s Part)

Roman Reigns x Black Female Reader

Rating: 18+

Warning: Smut; Rough sex, p0rngraphy, oral (m&f receiving), slight spit kink, and other nausty (ikyk) thingsssss..

“Already having made an absolute masterpiece with Mr. Jey Uso, you didn’t think you’d be stepping to the so called “Tribal Chief” so soon. But he put himself next in line and you weren’t mad at it.

A/N: This has been the most requested in my inbox and I have been dying to continue this story/series for you all. Here’s the first part of this series. Thanks for the support on my last Roman fic, what a warm welcome back 🥰🥰. More coming soon, I got a lot of ideas brewing up. AND MY HUSBAND IS BACK, TURN UP BITCHHHHHH 😝😝!!

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GIF: @jeysuso

It has been about two weeks since your last adult video dropped and it was the talk of the town. Scratch that, it’s talk of the whole world at this point. You filmed with a member of the hottest porn group there is, Mr. Jey Uso, and he most definitely rocked your world. As that video did your bank account.

The video reached 1 million views in just an hour and over the course of two weeks it was at 205 million views. Those numbers meant shopping sprees and palm trees. But, also trips to the masseuse, cause Jey did not play no games with you. He wore you out to the point where your management thought it was best to put you on an “injury reserve” list.

Yeah… it was that bad and honestly unnecessary.

But, good at the same time. Jey made you feel things you haven’t felt in a long time. What you didn’t know was a storm was brewing and headed straight for Casa Y/N.

As you stood in your kitchen making yourself some shrimp alfredo pasta with your teacup poodle, Rex, by your side being your little sous chef. The doorbell rang. Rex instantly began barking and running to the front door, trying his best to be your guard dog.

“Rex, calm your little ass down.” You yelled as turned the stove off and moved the pan of pasta to the side, wiped your hands and headed to the front door. You had no clue as to who was at the door, you weren’t expecting any company. Maybe it was a package, as your online spending habits always seem to leave your mind the second you purchased something. Or maybe fan mail, as you tend to get a lot of those from random men wanting to marry you.

“Rex back up from this door and stop all that barking please.” Rex sat quietly and tilted his head curiously to the side as you opened the huge door. You were surprised to see manager, Vanessa, standing at the door with a big grin on her face. As you opened the door even more, your breath completely stopped and your heart skipped a beat. Stood next to Vanessa was a 6’ 3, tatted, tan, and muscular Samoan with the face of a Greek god.

Your mouth stood agape as you admired his innate beauty, glaring at you with that smirk… that smirk that possessed all the women he���d ever worked with. Made them shrivel in their panties, made them wet for days, and made them absolutely numb to his body and his body only.

Roman Motherfuckin’ Reigns.

The leader of this adult film group aka “The Bloodline”, stood at your front door, with your manager. You couldn’t believe it!! Roman only had 8 videos up… 8 videos!! He’s only ever worked with 5 women in his entire pornstar career and they were quite the professionals. But now he stands at your door, which you could only guess what that means.

“Earth to Y/N, yoohoo. Y/N!!” You snapped back into reality as Vanessa began clapping her hands in your face. “Vanessa, where I’m from clapping your hands in someone’s face means you wanna fight. So, let’s not do that again. Got it?!” Vanessa looked taken aback as Roman just laughed with that dreamy chuckle of his.

“She is really feisty Nessa, just like you said, I like that.. a lot.” Roman whispered that last part into your ear so sensually that it made you want to take your phone and make this tape right here at the front door. But you remained professional as you knew Roman didn’t mess with little fan girls. He only worked with confident women who are professional and know what they want out of him.

And boy oh boy, you knew exactly what you wanted from him.

“Well let’s not waste any time with the long introductions. Y/N, Roman. Roman, Y/N. Shake hands and let’s get this party started.” Vanessa waltzed her way right into your home and picking up Rex in the process as she then said, “Ooo, is that alfredo I smell girl?!” You both watched as Nessa helped herself into the kitchen to feast on the meal you prepared for yourself.

“Your manager is really something, but she’s definitely a smart one and knows what she’s doing with you.” You faced Roman as you just gazed into his chocolate brown eyes as he did to yours. “Yeah that’s my girl. Why don’t you come in and have a seat?!” Roman removes your hand from the door, lets himself in and shut the door behind him. He then immediately picks you up and flings you over his shoulder. You gasped and begin giggling uncontrollably.

He gives a firm smack to your ass and heads his way into the kitchen.

“Oh, imma have fun with you baby.”

You bit your lip as you let Roman navigate his way through your home by following the smell of the pasta which would lead to where Vanessa stood chowing down per usual.

“Okay Groot, put my girl down. She’s on the injury reserve list and I can’t afford to have her down for another week.” You mentally curse out Nessa for mentioning this stupid injury reserve thing in front of Roman. He sets you down and takes a seat on the barstool across from Vanessa on the kitchen island.

“How did you get injured?!” He stares at you with curiosity in his eyes as you weren’t bandaged up, nor needing any sort of crutches or wheelchair. You played with your nails as you looked around the room trying to avoid eye contact with him. “Welllll… it’s kind of a long story. See what-.”

“Oh my god, she’s taking too long. Her last porno with your cousin, Jey. Messed. Her. Up. She’s been done up ever since.” Roman’s eyes moved from Vanessa’s to yours. You shut them not even daring to look back at him.

“Oh please, when I’m done with her she’ll be on that list for months. Why do you think I’ve only worked with 5 women my whole career?! Cause I broke em’ down, claiming they could take it but always proved me wrong. With you though… I know it’ll be different.”

Roman said that as he stood behind you massaging your ass with one hand and massaging your neck with the other. Roman’s massive hand travels from the back of your neck to the front of it as he choked you out. His hand on your lower half took the same route to your front, rubbing your pussy through your shorts. His pillow soft lips laid kisses all over your face, but grazing your lips every time you thought he was gonna go in for a kiss.

You completely crumbled. Cupping your entire clothed mound in his hand, massaging and torturing you. Making you squirm for his viewing pleasure. You lose your breath and awareness of your surroundings as he begins rubbing you out harder and enforcing a rougher choke around your neck.

“Ummmm, get your hands off my girl. You ain’t sign this contract yet.” Vanessa said with a mouthful of pasta, throwing the contract down in front of you both.

“Yeah you’re right. Can’t fuck the shit out of her without this little deal we curated.” Roman released you from the shackles of his hands and you felt like you could finally breathe again.

“Wait, what deal?!” You stared at your manager trying to regain your breath, as she continued to slurp down the pasta.

“Wellll… you see, what had happened wasss.” You looked at Vanessa in utter disbelief as she was out her making “deals” without your approval.

“Ah she’s taking too long.” Roman began to speak on Vanessa’s behalf. “We have curated a little deal princess, where we will have a committed “porn” relationship. Basically committing to film with each other, and each other only for a period of time. But as of right now, we’re doing a little tester. Seeing if we have the chemistry before we go lighting any sparks here.”

You stood giggling not minding the sound of this little “deal”. But you can’t help but notice that Roman’s come flocking after your tape with Jey and you’ve heard about the slight competition between the both of them.

“Okayyyy, and why now?! Is it because I filmed with your little cousin and you’re nervous he’s doing bigger numbers and has bigger things than you honey?!” You continued your uncontrollable giggles as you looked to Vanessa who stopped in her tracks.

Roman shut his eyes and let out a deep sigh. Those words deeply triggered him. Him and Jey were always in competition with one another. Since they were in little league football to now slanging that dick for all of America to see. Despite Jey being a twin, they were more of an inseparable duo rather than frenemies.

Of course Roman had immense amounts of love for his family, he helped bring them into the industry and helped change all of their lives for the better. But he was a firm believer of not letting the people you allowed in to over throw you. He stood at the Head of the Table and he wasn’t gonna allow little cousin Jey to take that from him.

“Vanessa… call the camera crew.”

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You didn’t even sign the contract and a camera crew was at your home setting up for what you could only assume was gonna be an absolute movie.

Roman didn’t speak to you after asking Nessa to invite the camera crew over. He must’ve not liked to hear you compare him to Jey, but it was all harmless fun… well to you at least.

You find Roman and Nessa in your bedroom with the camera crew setting up angles all around your bed. You slowly walked up from behind your bedroom door and Roman and Nessa looked up towards you. “Well don’t you look all cutesy girl. I haven’t seen you this dressed up since your first ever video..”

You visibly cringed at Nessa constant embarrassment of you as Roman chuckled his life away. “At least she’s all dressed up for a good reason. A great one at that." You dressed in your best lingerie. Red, tight, and riddled with lace.

Just how you liked it and assuming that’s how Roman liked it as well by the way he was eyeing you down.

“How about we get started, why don’t we?!” Roman sat on your Queen sized bed and waited patiently for you sit next to him. You slowly walked to the bed, as if you were unfamiliar with it. “This is your house, your bed sweetheart. Why you being all shy?! I don’t bite, well I might not bite right now.”

You blush and take a seat next to Roman on your bed. You look at Roman as he tells the main camera man where to stand.

“Sooo… there’s no game plan?! Just jumping straight into it?!” Most stars you’ve worked with have a certain setup for how their videos began and Roman seemingly didn’t have one. Most of his films sort of jumped straight into the last minutes of foreplay, then cut right to the sex.

“Sweetheart, this is my show and I’m running it. Just follow my lead and follow like a good girl, alright?!” Roman’s deep voice put you into a trance and hearing him call you a good girl nearly made you drool.

“Oh-okay.”

Roman pats my thigh and smiles at me.

“Good girl.”

He then signals the cameraman, which prompted him to start a countdown.

“In 5…

4…

3…

2…

1…”

He signals his finger towards us meaning that the camera is rolling. Staring directly into the lens, you were completely frozen. Your nerves began to get the best of you and those jitters you had when you first became an adult film star all came back.

You could feel the warmth of Roman peer closer to you. He places one of his large hands on your thigh and the other on your face, making you look him dead in his eyes.

“Don’t be nervous alright. Daddy’s got you.”

Before you could respond, Roman blesses your lips with a passionate kiss. Our lips smacking together in sensual harmony. His tongue swirled on the inside of your mouth, exploring every part of it.

Then the kiss became even slower. Your tongues fighting in a brute of passion, trying to figure out who asserted the most dominance. And of course… the Head of the Table won.

He moves from his spot next to you on the bed and stands in front of at the edge of the bed. He begins to massage your taut breasts through your lingerie, before removing it completely.

“Fuck baby, you look amazing.”

His comment only added to your nervousness, but his heavenly kiss brought you back to down to Earth.

He catches you by surprise as he yanks your hips to the edge of the bed and rips your soaked panties clean off. He spread your legs wide causing the glory of wetness to be revealed to him and the camera.

“You real wet huh mama?! Want Daddy to eat you out??”

You could only nod as his breath nearing your pussy could only cause you to shiver. He smirks and lowers his head down into your heat.

He begins eats you out messily, tossing your knees over his shoulders, and circling your clit until you soak his beard. He then sucked on each individual fold, licking and slurping covering it in saliva. You became a whimpering mess as he shook his head ferociously against your clit, with eyes rolling back, hands tangled in his luxurious hair and legs shaking and closing around his head.

“I’m gonna cum Dadddyyyyy.”

“Let it go mama.”

Your legs enclosed Roman’s head as they shook with maximum strength. Your back arched off the bed and Roman’s fingers gripped your thighs harshly, definitely leaving marks later.

You pant heavily, trying to regain your breath from the insane climax Roman just gave you. Without wasting anytime, he took his tank top off as well as his sweatpants and boxers.

His body a legit masterpiece. Sculpted by the gods.

Shocking you once again, he grasps the back of your knees, forcing them together and then crushing them into your tits. The head of his cock glides against your cunt, still convulsing from the feeling of that climax. 

Roman slams into you, not giving you any time to adjust. He just pounds you into the mattress. The room was filled with sounds, only sounds. The grunts and the wet slaps of his pelvis smacking against yours over and over again with his hand between your legs, rubbing your wet cunt and the place where it stretched around him.

“You like that mama?!”

“You feel it in your stomach, huh?!”

“Daddy’s going in real deep huh?!”

Your entire bed shook, the headboard slammed into the wall to the point where you believed the drywall began to crumble and holes will most definitely appear later on. You begin taking mental notes to tell Vanessa to send Roman a bill for your damaged wall.

His moans made you even wetter than you were before. It almost sounded like he was whimpering over your pussy.

Was the big man really whimpering over how good your pussy is?!

Before you could even relish in the sounds of his moans more, you legs shook once again as you felt your climax approaching and it was approaching fast.

Roman caught on to your short gasps and convulsing legs, he then began beating up your sweet cunt. Throwing your knees to the side of your head, making them touch your silk sheets. Pounding into you harshly, not missing a beat until you squirted all over his lower half and the sheets underneath you.

“Oh my goodness.” You let out an exasperated laugh as you closed your legs together to staph off that feeling. You winced as Roman let out a sharp smack to your ass. You opened your eyes as you watched him pleasure himself in front of you.

“Come suck this dick mama.”

Say no more.

You followed as Roman laid down and you took the position in between his legs, sniper style.

You grabbed at his flesh pole and it felt so hot and heavy in your hands. He most certainly was big. Like BIG. Although you didn’t want to compare lengths, Roman was massive compared to his cousin Jey. Maybe he liked to call him lil cuz for a reason.

“Whatchu you keep staring at?! Get to it princess.”

You innocently brought your mouth down and sucked the head. Moaning with his cock in your mouth and hands massaging at this balls. You slobbered down his length, bobbing your up and down head slowly. You peer your eyes up as you listened to the moaning and groaning Roman made from the moment you made contact with his member. His legs shook as you continued the pleasure.

His eyes rolled back and he grabbed the back of your head, bobbing your head up and down. Your eyes watered and you gagged as he stalled his hips in your mouth.

His cum coated the entirety of your throat. He groaned as you swallowed his cum while he was still in your mouth. His strong arms brought you up as he gave you a long kiss. Intaking all his cum and yours from earlier in each other’s mouths. A string of saliva hung from your lips to his. You both smile at each other, looking each other in the eyes.

“And… CUT!!”

You slightly jumped as you completely forgot about the tape you guys were filming. “That was absolutely perfect guys. Roman, Y/N… you both got a money maker on your hands right here.”

The camera crew began to clean up and take down the lights and mics. Roman tried to help you up off the bed, but you were so weak in the knees you couldn’t stand.

“I think we’ll keep on that list sweetie.”

You rolled your eyes at his comment and he began to chuckle. “Whatever Roman, just let me sit for a little.”

He smiled at you once more before he lowered himself to your ear. “Definitely better than Lil’ Jey huh?!”

This man is a problemmmm…

A good one though.

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THE END.

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Mamabat 10 part 1/2

Chapter 10 : Calling from Hell just to say the demons are suspiciously absent, is that fine?

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“Fucking Batman,” Val said under her breath. Her Red Huntress mask muffled the words and made them come out even meaner than she probably meant them. “Years late and too little, even if he’s not working with the GIW.”

Sam hefted her requisitioned Fenton bazooka and pressed her lips even further together. None of them liked this at all. It stank. It was suspicious. Danny hadn’t sounded distressed, but he’d been out of contact too long for such a short conversation to put her at ease. There hadn’t even been time to update him on what had gone on in Amity Park.

“There.” Sam followed Val’s pointer finger to see the nearly invisible outline of a jet in the faint light. It was landing in the right field. 

“It’s them or it’s a trap,” Sam muttered.

Val let out a mean laugh. “If it’s someone we don’t expect, they’re the ones in trouble.”

Sam huffed and said nothing. She couldn’t disagree, but Val seemed too confident for her comfort. They waited in tense silence to see the jet come to a landing. Not long after, a hatch popped open and the distinctive ears of Batman himself were the first out into the cold night air of a January night in Amity Park. 

He was quickly followed by smaller figures- 1, 2, 3 of them. Sam felt nerves churning in her gut. She tried to channel them into aggression. She had to be tough, tougher than usual. There was no cavalry waiting to help out.

Well, there was Tucker, but he was probably going to be more useful in the wings to feed them information. He was pretty good aim with a thermos but that wouldn’t do jack about Batman and a small flock of, what, junior associates?

“Does Batman work with children?” Sam asked under her breath. One of them was genuinely small.

Tucker snickered on the other end of the line. “Uh,  there’s supposed to be a Robin. Guy in yellow, green, and red I guess? Aside from that, there’s debatably like, 6 former Robins associated with him. But there’s also the Justice League’s junior varsity team, so it’s hard to say.”

She frowned at the lineup. She saw purple, black, and red. There was- yeah, okay, there was quite a bit of yellow when the little guy faced them, but she didn’t see any green.

“Showtime,” Val said. Sam crouched further behind cover as the other girl zoomed out on her hoverboard, effortlessly drawing Batman’s eye. She adjusted the dial on her sound settings to hear Val’s feed just a little louder.

“Batman.”

“You have me at a disadvantage.” Sam cringed at the gravely voice over her sound system. Batman sounded like he smoked a pack a day. She turned the volume down just a hint.

“Not really, there’s four of you,” Val said breezily. Sam suppressed a snort at the dodge. “You wanna meet Jazz Fenton? You’re going to have to prove that you’re not a plant. There’s a GIW facility-”

“Two miles west of here, yes,” Batman interrupted. “I researched.”

“Great. Do you have ground transport?”

“Of course. What is it that you expect me to prove?”

“That you’re not with them.” The subtle whine of Valerie’s weapons started up. Sam only heard it because she was hooked up to the helmet. “They do experimentation and keep prisoners. Show me that you’re not a cop.”

“The police would not support the capture and abuse of people.”

Valerie made a skeptical sound in the back of her throat. Sam couldn’t blame her. “Yeah, but they do.” Her hoverboard’s jet whooshed up in power. “Meet me there, outside the main gate.” She was off like a shot in the dark. 

The four out of towners didn’t take long to get four silent motorcycles out and dash down the lane. Sam thought about what she’d heard as she cut a more direct route on Valerie’s spare hoverboard, taken from Vlad’s deserted mechanics lab. 

Either Batman was a liar, naive, or he was exactly what they were worried he might be. The Justice League was famously affiliated with governments. Wonder Woman was even a member of the United Nations! If someone accepted the claim that Infinite Realms Residents weren’t really people, then they’d say just what Batman had. It wasn’t lying if you didn’t think the people you were hurting were really people.

Sam watched from a distance as the group reached the gated facility. One of Batman's people did something that unlatched the electronic security system. It swung open. 

“Not shabby,” Tucker said quietly. “I coulda done it faster.”

“Not unless it goes off the rails,” Sam reminded him. She clenched a fist against her thigh. They needed to see Batman's real colors before they risked him knowing about their group. It was hard to outplan what you didn't know about, and they'd need every advantage they could get. 

She let them all go ahead before she followed onto the property. It was eerily deserted, tire tracks where dozens of white Vans ought to have been. 

The GIW had deserted Amity Park weeks ago. They were pretty sure there was a skeleton crew stationed out here, but no one came and left anymore. They only occasionally saw an agent wander across the path of a security camera, which were sparse inside the building.

But that didn't mean it wasn't dangerous to be here. Even now, a camera swiveled over the lawn, blinking a clear light that was easy to miss during the day. There was a reason that they hadn't risked a second raid after Danny had barely made it out last time. 

Sam swallowed, hard. The bitterness in her mouth felt a lot like guilt. Who knew what the GIW had been doing? They could have someone else held captive. It was a big building. Danny might have missed someone when he was breaking Vlad out. 

‘We did what we could, and we are making a move now.’ 

She repositioned her weapon and waited, tense with nerves. All she was meant to do now was follow along via what she heard on Val's comms and be in the wings to facilitate an escape, if needed. 

“Left,” said Batman quietly. The comms were quiet for a long moment, then- “clear. Clear. Clear.” 

Sam shifted her weight from one foot to the other. 

“Red Robin.” 

“Got it,” came a response, barely audible. Val must have been hanging close to Batman, then. 

“You think now's a good time to try their computers?” Val said helpfully. 

Tucker snorted. “Could just ask,” he sang to himself, cocky as hell. “I know all.”

Sam rolled her eyes. He didn't know all. About half of the property was disconnected from the security system, meaning they had no eyes on whatever was down there. 

“Six stationed here.” 

That had to be Red Robin’s voice. Sam cocked her head and focused on it, frowning slightly. Did it sound young?

Tucker's computer chair made a click when he sat up too fast. “Wait, what? How'd-” His end of the line devolved into rapid typing. 

“Did you find a schedule?” 

“No, it's not in the system. They're on paper, I suppose.” Seconds passed. “My bet is that labs would be in this wing.” 

“Be my guest,” Val drawled. Sam could all but see her crossing her arms across her chest. 

The line went silent for a while. Then, faintly, there came the sound of a metal door opening. 

“Fu-” A GIW blaster went off. “Intru-”

The alarm was cut off before the GIW goon got out a full word, but odds were good he'd been heard anyway. Sam flexed her hands. Sitting this out sucked. She wanted to see what was happening. How many agents were there?

“Robin!” Batman snapped. 

‘The little one?’

Sam felt vaguely ill. They had to be okay. This was Batman’s team.

[changetyre]

Hope uni is treating you well! Whenever you have time, could I request a carlos x bodyguard!reader? However u wanna play it but i need a kick ass fem reader. TIA!

Size isn't everything II Carlos Sainz x Bodyguard!Reader

SUMMARY: Carlos gets assigned a new bodyguard and you're not what he expected but he is happily surprised.

WARNINGS: Kinda sexist/cocky Carlos, violence ish, barely suggestive comments.

A/N: I kinda loved this request and it took me a sec to come up with an idea so hope you enjoy ;)

Carlos Sainz was a big name in Formula 1, a Spanish heartthrob used to the chaos that was his job—the screaming and shouting for his name and the often unwanted attention that came with being a Ferrari driver. With his recent rise in fame came an increase in security in every country he traveled to. His team had insisted on bringing in a personal bodyguard after a terrifying incident involving female fans almost getting into his hotel room. Carlos had laughed it off, said it wouldn't happen again and he could take care of himself.

That’s when he met you.

You stood at the entrance to his garage, arms folded, your expression neutral. Petite, a quarter of the size of all the other bodyguards Carlos had ever had. But he couldn't deny there was something about your sharp gaze and confident stance that made you stand out.

You dressed in a black workout set, your hair pulled back into a neat ponytail. If you were nervous about protecting one of the most sought-after names in Formula 1 at his home race you didn’t show it.

Carlos couldn’t help the cheeky grin as he approached you.

“You’re my new bodyguard?” he asked, the skepticism evident in his tone.

You raised an eyebrow. “Seems like it, yeah.” you replied firmly.

He chuckled. “No offense, but aren’t you… a little small for the job?”

Your lips twitched and Carlos was surprised to see a hint of a smile break out. “Size isn’t everything, Sainz.” Your eyes shamelessly scanned him, "You must know that."

Carlos huffed surprised at the insinuation. “Hmm, I guess we'll see.” There was a hint of amusement in his tone.

You just didn’t look like you could handle much. He figured you were probably hired because of your good looks, maybe people would think he had finally found someone and back off.

For the next few days, Carlos treated you like a shadow—hardly noticing you as you followed him from races to meetings, to hotel rooms, always a few steps behind, your presence barely noticeable.

You remained professional, never reacting to his teasing remarks or flirty comments. But there was an undercurrent of tension, a game neither of you had fully acknowledged yet.

It was on the evening before a major race when things took a turn. Carlos plastered on a fake smile as he attended a VIP event at one of Monaco’s exclusive clubs. As usual, he held a drink in hand, surrounded by suck-ups and sportsmen alike. You stood nearby, your eyes scanning the room, attentive.

Carlos had noticed a man lingering at the edge of the crowd, staring intently at him. Initially ignoring it, he was used to this attention from fans anyway. But something about the man’s gaze felt different. Too intense. He shifted uncomfortably, and you were quick to pick up on his unease.

Without a word, you moved closer to him, your posture subtly shifting into something more alert.

“Everything okay?” you asked quietly, your voice barely audible over the loud music.

Carlos's hand wrapped around your waist admiring the change of attire for tonight. The dress showing off your curves better than any of those sets you often wore could.

“Yeah, just… that guy’s giving me weird vibes,” Carlos admitted, nodding discreetly toward the man.

Your eyes flicked toward the man in question. You didn’t hesitate. Turning back to face Carlos you allowed him to hold you. “Stay close,” you instructed, firmly and with no hint of playfulness in your voice.

Carlos opened his mouth to tease, but before he could, the man had moved—pushing through the crowd toward him with alarming speed. In an instant, you'd turned Carlos' hold, blocking his body from the approaching threat. He could hardly believe what happened next.

The man reached out, but before he could lay a hand on Carlos, You'd moved at an impressive speed. Twisting the man’s wrist, using his own momentum against him, sending him crashing to the floor with a thud that made the crowd around them gasp. In seconds, you had the man pinned, screaming in pain, your knee pressed into his back, one hand expertly restraining his arm behind him.

Carlos stood there, dumbfounded.

“Security!” You barked, and within seconds, security rushed over to take the man away. You didn’t even look startled. Standing up, you dusted off your hands, tucked back a strand of hair that had fallen off place, and turned to Carlos, not a bead of sweat or hint of effort on your face.

“We should probably leave,” you said, as if nothing had happened.

Carlos on the other hand was still trying to process what he’d just witnessed. He’d doubted your capabilities, but that display of strength and professionalism had been something else entirely.

“What? How? Where did you learn to do that!?” he asked his tone a mixture of awe and disbelief.

You smirked, just a hint of amusement in your eyes. “Like I said, size isn’t everything.”

For the first time, Carlos felt embarrassed for having underestimated you.

“Right. Point taken." He admitted defeat. "You’re a badass.”

You raised an eyebrow, surprised at the sudden compliment. And for the first time, Carlos thought he detected a small blush. “Glad you finally noticed.”

The adrenaline still buzzed in his veins, and he couldn’t help but grin. “You know, you could’ve just told me you were basically superwoman. Would’ve saved me the embarrassment.”

You smirked slightly. “Where’s the fun in that?”

From that moment on, the dynamic shifted. Carlos no longer saw you as just a bodyguard. There was something about the way you carried yourself, that quiet confidence, that intrigued him. And despite the seriousness of your job, there was an undeniable spark between you—an unspoken flirtation that neither could quite ignore.

As you headed back to the hotel, Carlos couldn’t resist teasing you.

“So, you’re not just my bodyguard, you’re my personal guardian angel?”

You side-eyed him. “Don’t push it.”

He chuckled, leaning in closer as you walked.

“I’m just saying, if I ever end up in a fight, I know who I’m hiding behind.” his hand grazed yours.

You scoffed a laugh. “You’re welcome to try.”

There was a comfortable silence as you reached the elevator. Carlos pressed the button for his floor, stealing a glance at you.

“You know, I’ve gotta admit, I didn’t expect this. You’re full of surprises.” He leaned back onto the wall this time shamelessly scanning YOU.

“That’s part of the job.” you shrugged.

“Well, I’m looking forward to seeing what other surprises you’ve got up your sleeve.” his eyes dropped down your body once again.

For the first time, you allowed yourself a small, genuine smile. It was beautiful. “Just don’t get any ideas, Sainz.”

Carlos laughed, his heart skipping a beat at the reaction he caused. “Too late for that.”

You shook your head playfully rolling your eyes.

As you stepped out into the hallway, the air between you was charged with something new—something electric. Carlos realized that this partnership was going to be far more interesting than he’d ever imagined.

You might have been assigned to protect him, but there was no denying that the job had become deeper than intended.

In a world where speed and danger were part of everyday life, Carlos had found something, or rather someone, who could keep up with him. And maybe, you'd be the one to finally slow him down.

Part 2

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I wanna ask what’s going on with arcane but I feel like I’m opening pandora’s box 😅

the thing about arcane s1's writing, is that every plot beat flowed naturally from characters' choices, and every one of the characters' choices made sense in the context of who that character was, where they came from and what information they are working with at the time they make that decision. it felt like a tightly written tragedy where on a rewatch, it all feels completely inevitable that things would end this way because it made sense to who we learned these characters were. and said characters were layered, much time was devoted to giving them a certain degree of depth and believability (bar cait). you can criticize other aspects of s1's writing such as liberal wishwashiness but s1 of arcane was a *good* tragedy with a genuinely compelling cast! the final scene of the show is a confrontation between three major players who were all working with different information and whose motivations are completely at odds but who have a deeply personal tie, it's about jinx as the end result of the zaun-piltover conflict, it's about vi and silco being two deeply broken people who see her in an idealized version they deeply love and want her to remain this static thing they can be comfortable with until it turns out she can't be and she shatters and at the same time irreversably destroys her relationship to both, leading her in her despair to set off the ticking time bomb that is piltover and zaun's inevitable conflict!

so like, s1 has its flaws but its finale imo was perfect and made the whole thing self contained. i was ok with s2 happening. the only thing i wanted was more the dynamic character writing. i expected wishy washy politcs. and act 1 of s2 already struggled with character, but at least the plot beats were interesting and while not earned, made sense according to the characters we'd left in s1.

s2 act 2 is an absolute catastrophe, even compared to the previous act, nevermind compared to s1. it's not just that the plot beats don't feel earned, it's not just that it's missing connective tissue between them--it's that all the most interesting conflicts and dynamics just cease to exist. they don't get "resolved", they either are completely forgotten or are just waved away magically to pave the way for an utterly stupid, shlocky, wannabe shock value emotional final ten minutes of episode 6 that is honestly infuriating in how it's trying to push you to have feelings about it. i don't have any feelings besides revulsion and bafflement frankly. even before these final ten minutes of ep 6, the sheer lack of buildup or of character moments, the way characters are basically willed by the plot to be there at specific points for plot to happen to them instead of them arriving at it naturally--the way it reframes interesting aspects of s1 and s2 act 1 into shlocky, tropey bullshit--it's honestly near mesmerizing? it's like they brought in whole different new writers specifically for this who decided to back down on ANYTHING the show did that was interesting to try to instead push to the league's status quo instead, no matter how little sense it makes. i'm almost in awe. how do you mess up so badly.

this isn't just like, the plot is rushed and we need to get there as fast as possible--none of these resolutions make SENSE. jinx and vi's relationship was the core of season one, and suddenly magically jinx shows up at vi's door and vi bitches a little and then they go hunt vander down together and then they all hug because he was their father too <333 isha. i'm supposed to have emotions about isha? she sacrifices herself for.... forwhat? what? why? it's like they knew they had to kill her off to give jinx feelings and do so in the most stupid and absurd way possible, i was laughing hysterically when the music came in. it was so blatantly manipulative and uncalled for. ok i guess! sevika helps jinx and then once she's served her plot purpose she just vanishes! doesn't she wanna meet vander??? ekko's disappearance doesn't both people much i guess even his own firelights. ambessa says a single line about mel disappearing, and can i say i'm kinda infuriated that two out of three of the main black characters are just locked away from the plot and main cast for a large period of time. jayce--i guess they'll give us an explanation as to why but here it's like he just...... shows up angry and "ruins" things and that's it. whatever there was to ruin lmfao sky and viktor's heterosexuality mind palace leading to him being cyborg satan or some shit? cait finally FINALLY gets some personality, something interesting to her, she is openly a reactionary fascist who gassed half the undercity to sniff out jinx, and then she meets vi and within a solid minute is now back to being Nice and helping out jinx. i guess. silco and vander's backstory kind of completely destroys a lot of the stuff that made vander and silco's relationship to vi and jinx interesting and goes for a Family Is 5ever approach i guess.

just. i don't think there's a single thing there that's redeemable or interesting. it's comically bad. vi has no personality or motivation. she just does things. she got an emo trauma amv so that we get that she's sad but it might as well not have happened bc she barely is a character. jinx is a sad manic pixie dream girl. her psychosis is gone or barely there now apparently. sevika is plot and then vanishes when her part is done. ambessa is not a mastermind as act 1 hinted at but the most stupid comical villain alive. mel is--is she just going to come back to do a big plot thing in act 3 and then that's it? ekko the same? we have no idea what jayce is even doing or what or why. piltover and zaun are gonna ally now i guess lol. ok sure why not. why anything. why do anything at all! what's the point!

it's funny bc i was willing to give this season a chance despite act 1 being so rushed bc again, the plot points were interesting and while the characters needed more time fleshed out for their decisions to make sense i COULD see the characters making these choices and it was just a question of missing buildup. here it's like everyone is a zombie of their actual self. there's no point to anything. it's so stupid. it tries hard to play the emotion part but why should i feel any emotion except befuddlement? why are caitvi shippers happy? i'd be insulted. i feel insulted. i heard via a friend that riot had intervened in the writing more and so far i hadn't felt it but now i'm wondering if that's not exactly what happened bc it genuinely feels like the writers were fired right after act 1. what the fuck lol. i don't think i even wanna watch act 3 after this, i feel genuinely insulted that i should be expected to think this is the same show as s1 or that i should feel any kind of positive feelings about it. fuck this show so bad lmfao i'm sticking to s1 and pretending nothing happened after it. maybe grabbing some act 1 plot points for fun and that's it. it's so bad

[uraveragelonelysapphic]

Home (2)

Part 1

Pairing: Rio Vidal x fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: little angst, mentions of injury, a lot of hurt/comfort, happy ending!!!

a/n: part 2!!! I hope it satisfies! enjoy enjoy!

As you stirred from sleep, you groaned in discomfort. Your body felt heavy. Your throat felt raw. Your hands were sore.

Your mind reeled as you remembered last night. The screaming, the crying, the desperation in both of you as you clung to each other. After you two had separated, Rio had helped you stand, cleaned you up, and the two of you had gone to bed, falling asleep in each other’s arms with the promise of talking about everything in the morning.

You looked beside you to see an empty spot where she had been. You tried to push yourself to a sitting position in an attempt to get up and look for her, but you hissed at the pain you felt in your hands.

At the sound of your discomfort, you heard soft footsteps hurriedly approaching your shared room.

She opened the door, meeting your eyes cautiously as she was evidently still carrying the guilt of her behavior over the last few weeks.

You nodded, wordlessly consenting to her presence, and she quickly joined you on the bed, helping you to a sitting position.

“I’m not dying, Rio, it’s just my hands,” you croaked out, eyes widening at the sound of your aching voice.

She quirked a brow at you. “Wanna tell me again that it’s ’just your hands’?”

You couldn’t help but smile at her teasing.

You looked at her, your longing for her to be nearer to you gnawing at you.

You opened your mouth to say something but stopped, second-guessing yourself.

Rio tilted her head at you, placing a hand on your knee comfortingly. “What is it, mi vida?”

You sighed, hanging your head in embarrassment. “Can you hold me? Just for a bit?”

Her eyes softened at that, taking you into her arms without hesitation. “I’ll hold you for as long as you want, darling.”

You wrapped your legs around her waist and your arms around her neck, hanging onto her like a koala. You hummed in contentment as she placed a gentle kiss on your collarbone.

As you sat in her arms, you couldn’t help the sudden rise of emotions. Having her so close to you reminded you that just a few days prior, she was so far away. She had faded away from you. Tears welled up in your eyes as you buried your face into Rio’s neck, breathing shakily.

She began to rub your back comfortingly. “It’s alright, sweet girl. I’m here,” she whispered, kissing the top of your head.

You held her tighter. “You were fading away…” you choked out as you sobbed softly. “I almost lost you. I almost lost you to her,” you cried.

Rio’s brows furrowed at this. “To ‘her’?” She questioned.

Your body shook at the thought of losing Rio. “I know she’s older, and you’ve known her for longer, and I can’t compete, with that, I just-” you broke off, sobs becoming uncontrollable.

Rio shushed you softly, rocking you back and forth. “Oh, my sweet darling girl,” she said softly, the realization of your implications causing her heart to break. “You would never lose me to her. Ever. I’m so, so sorry.” 

You pulled back to scan her face for any sign of deception, but you saw none. “But, the pictures, the board-” you began, pausing when she shook her head at you.

“No, no, I was looking for a soul that had body-jumped. The case had her fingerprints all over it, I was searching for her to get to the bottom of it,” she explained, her hands caressing your waist gently and patiently as you processed her words.

You weren’t convinced. She knew that as she took in your furrowed brows and tight lipped expression. “What else do you want to know?” She asked encouragingly, trying to meet your eyes.

“You were so distant,” your voice came out soft, hurt, broken. “If it was just a work assignment, why were you so distant? It doesn’t make sense.”

She took a deep breath, hanging her head in shame. “Because it’s never ‘just a work assignment’ when Agatha is involved. You know that.” Her voice held guilt and regret, and you placed a hand on her cheek, moving her to look at you. You nodded softly, prompting her to continue.

“You know our history, you know how much I gave up for her, how many rules I broke for her. It was never enough. She made me feel weak, worthless, evil.”

“Rio,” you breathed out, but she shook her head at you, silently begging you to let her finish.

“All of those feelings came back when I started working on this case. The hatred I feel towards her. I couldn’t let her ruin another thing for me. I had to take her down. I wanted to hurt her the way she hurt me,” she confessed shamefully.

You began to stroke her hair, causing her to meet your eyes. She had expected to see you judging her, but your eyes held understanding.

“She used you, and she hurt you, and she hated you for doing the job you were born to do. Your feelings are more than reasonable,” you said, taking her hand in yours and squeezing softly. “But, Rio, you aren’t a hateful person. You don’t take, you give. You give the world balance. You give those suffering a chance for a peaceful end. You give so much, despite what anyone may say about you.”

The older woman’s eyes are filled with tears now, smiling softly at you. “Funnily enough, your words were in my head when I finally stood in front of her. I couldn’t go through with it. I let the boy live.”

Tears were streaming down her face now, and you gently wiped underneath her eyes with the pads of your thumbs. “That’s my girl,” you said. This time, you took her into your arms, stroking her back as she cried.

Once she had calmed down, you pulled back, eyes serious. “But, Rio, you can’t let it get like this ever again. You know that, right?” you questioned, and she nodded fiercely at you in understanding.

“I should’ve talked to you. I was so caught up in my anger that all I saw was the case. I didn’t see how I was hurting you until that day I left to finish the job. I saw it then and knew I had to finish and get back to you as soon as possible. But the damage was already done. I made a huge mistake. It will never, ever happen again,” she said, her voice full of remorse.

You nodded, leaning forward to embrace her again. “I forgive you, Rio.”

She breathed a sigh of relief, melting into your hold.

After a moment, she pulled away. She gently lifted you off of her before rising from the bed and holding out her hand. “Come with me?” She asked.

You eyes her suspiciously, wondering what the witch was up to. You took her hand, following her to the living room.

When you got there, you saw a table adorned with wildflowers. In the center was a plate of pancakes with a candle in the middle of the stack.

You looked at her tearfully. “Rio,” you choked out, and she was quick to pull you close to her.

“What is it, my love?” she questioned as she rubbed your back.

“I don’t want to lose you,” you cried, your body beginning to shake with the force of your cries.

The older witch shushed you gently, separating from you just enough to hold your face in her hands as she looked at you. “You won’t. Do you understand? Starting today I am going to treat you with all the love you deserve. I have failed before, and I’m sure I will falter again, but I will do my absolute best to ensure that you never doubt my love. My heart beats for you, mi vida.”

“I love you,” you sobbed, leaning close to her to capture her lips in a kiss. It started out sweet, filled with love, and quickly became needy, both of you fighting to communicate what you couldn’t with words. 

Rio pulled away when she could feel you were out of breath.

“You’re my home, my beautiful, darling girl,” she said, looking at you with adoration.

You held her close in response, breathing in her presence and the warmth that had come with it.

“You’re my home,” she repeated in a whisper, and you smiled.

[cameronluvr]

GUESS WHO PART 2 — rafe x fem!reader x barry x fem!reader

PART 1 | MASTERLIST ₊˚ෆ

summary: after going for an ultrasound to see the baby for the first time, you argue with rafe, get kicked out by your parents and discuss your options with barry.

tags/warnings: mentions of pregnancy, talks of abortion, mean!rafe, toxic parents, arguing, abandonment, mentions of pro-life, mild cussing, name calling (whore), angst — lmk if i missed any! . ۫ ꣑ৎ .

after seeing completely different reactions from both rafe and barry when you told them the news, everything felt ten times scarier. you were just thankful to have sarah by your side, who never stopped holding your hand or wiping your tears.

she accompanied you to the ultrasound appointment some weeks later and sat by your side the whole time, both of you glued to the screen when you saw the baby for the first time. that moment felt so unreal. there really is a whole baby forming inside of you. you didn’t know whether to be happy or sad, or scared or excited… you somehow felt all of those and more at once.

straight after the ultrasound, you and sarah went back to her house to hang out for a while. walking into the cameron household and heading up the stairs, you and sarah are stopped in your tracks by rafe exiting his bedroom. he scoffs and rolls his eyes at the sight of you, not having much to say to you yet. he hasn’t once been nice to you since the day you told him the news.

“wow, it’s nice to see you too.” you sarcastically scoff a laugh, making him stop and turn to face you. “you think i wanna see you?” he asks, subtly looking you up and down in disgust. “oh, grow up, rafe.” sarah shakes her head at her brother before grabbing your wrist and pulling you to her room.

“me grow up? i think she’s the one who needs to fuckin’ grow up.” rafe raises his voice and points at you. “me?” you ask, pulling your hand out of sarah’s grip to face him again. “yeah, you. actin’ like i fuckin’ owe you somethin cause you’re knocked up. it’s not my fault you’re a slut.” rafe shrugs, attempting to start another argument.

“i didn’t say you owe me anything—” you start, but sarah jumps in to defend you. “rafe, you do realize that this might be your kid? stop being such a dick and take some responsibility for once!” she says to him, raising her voice since her dad and rose weren’t home to hear.

“responsibility? are you hearing yourself? she’s the one who got herself into this situation and i’m the irresponsible one?” rafe raises his voice too, motioning his hand toward you. “i’m not saying that, rafe. i’m saying there is a chance that this baby is yours, so give y/n a chance. you decided to sleep with her.” sarah argues with a shrug, frustrated at her brother.

“give her a chance?” rafe laughs, looking at sarah as if you weren’t standing right next to her. “you want me to give you a chance?” he finally looks at you, grinning with amusement like this was funny. but you didn’t know what to say. what could you say to that?

“i mean… what if it is yours?” you ask nervously, trying to fight back tears. “i don’t give a shit. like i said before, i don’t want nothin’ to do with it. in fact, it’ll make me feel much better if you abort that fuckin’ thing now before it’s too late.” rafe cruelly tells you, watching tears fully form in your eyes. you didn’t have much else to say to him, so you turn to walk into sarah’s room before shutting the door and crying to yourself.

“you’re a horrible person, rafe. i hope you know that.” sarah shook her head at her brother, looking at him with disgust. “oh, so now i’m the bad guy? she should keep her fuckin’ legs closed then she wouldn’t be in this situation.” rafe argues with his sister, all while you cry it out on her bed.

“but you chose to have sex with her, you can’t say that when you literally put her in this situation!” sarah raises her voice again, trying to get her point across to his small brain. “i put her in this situation?” rafe frowns his eyebrows in confusion. “you weren’t in a relationship with her, you never have been... you chose to sleep with her, and she isn’t obliged to be loyal to you because you’ve been leading her on for months, so why shouldn’t she see other guys? own up to your actions rafe, you’re partly responsible. just be nice to her, you don’t have to be so cruel all the time.” sarah rants, just wanting him to hear her out.

he pauses for a moment before answering. “i am owning up to my actions. i just told her i don’t want anything to do with the kid, didn’t i? that’s her own choice if she wants to have it, but i’d happily pay for the abortion myself.” rafe says, throwing up his hands in self defense before turning away from her to walk down the stairs. sarah didn’t respond, she just sighed loudly. there was never any point in arguing with the boy who thinks he’s always right in everything.

she watched as rafe walked down the stairs and out of the house, slamming the front door behind him. she rolls her eyes and heads into her bedroom where she finds you sitting on her bed and crying. “y/n, come here…” she says, rushing over and pulling you into a tight hug. she comforts you for quite a while before offering to drive you home, to which you kindly accept.

in the car on the way back to your house, you talked to sarah about how you needed to tell your parents about the baby. you still hadn’t come up with the decision to keep it or not, with rafe’s awful words repeating over and over in your mind. sarah suggested ways you could tell your mom and dad, so you thanked her for everything before she dropped you off and the two of you shared a warm hug.

after exiting the car and waving her goodbye, you walk up to your house and take a deep breath before entering, slowly walking in to see your parents sat quietly in the living room together. your heart skipped a beat, you’d never felt anxiety worse than now.

your mom looks over and sees you stood quietly after shutting the front door. “hi sweetheart, where’ve you been?” she curiously asks, seeing as you’ve been going out a lot lately and not telling her or your father why.

“oh, just uh… out with sarah…” you sigh anxiously, fidgeting with your hands and trying not to cry. “you okay, kid?” your dad asks, noticing your trembling. that made you shut down completely. you couldn’t hide it from your parents anymore, the stress was eating you alive.

“i don’t know…” you shrug, your lips quivering as a tear rolls down your cheek. “honey, what’s wrong?” your mom asks worriedly, motioning for you to come sit down next to her. you listen and walk over, sitting down in between her and your dad. “you gonna tell us what’s going on?” your father turns to ask.

“uh, i don’t really know how to tell you… but…” you stutter and breathe heavily, not knowing what the hell to say next without starting chaos. “but what?” your mom asks, resting her hand on your shoulder to comfort you, her thumb brushing over your skin.

you pause before answering, trying to build up courage. “so… about two weeks ago i… i uh—” you stutter again, fidgeting with your hands as you look down at them. “i found out i was pregnant…” you blurted out, not having the bravery to look your parents in the eye.

the room fell silent before your dad stood up to process what you had just said. “you what?” your mom asks, her expression changing from concerned to cold, removing her hand from your shoulder too.

“you’re pregnant?” your dad asks angrily, looking down at you and huffing through his nose. “i—” you sniffle, more tears rolling down your face as your mom completely moves away from you to stand up beside your father, both of them equally as angry at you. “with who? who is the father?” your dad raises his voice, demanding to know answers. “that’s the thing, i… i don’t have a boyfriend so i’ve kinda been seeing two different guys, and…”

“two different guys?” he cuts you off before you could finish, practically yelling at you now. “what the hell’s wrong with you? and you didn’t think to use protection with either of them?” your dad shouts, making you flinch as the unexpected loudness hurt your ears.

“i didn’t mean to—”

“no, are you serious? my daughter is pregnant and she doesn’t even know who the father is. can you believe this?” your dad cuts you off again, turning to look at your mother who is in shock. “y/n, i thought we taught you better than that. i am extremely disappointed in you.” your mother shakes her head, neither of them supporting you made you cry even more.

“who are these two guys, huh? i bet you didn’t pick smart, wise men, did you?” your father asks, crossing his arms over his chest. you didn’t want to respond knowing he’d flip out further after finding out, so you pause and gulp. “well?” your dad raises his voice impatiently.

“uh… you know ward cameron?” you nervously ask, seeing him frown and nod. “yeah, i know him.” he sternly says, waiting for you to finish. “well, his son… rafe.” you sigh, not wanting to even mention barry’s name.

“rafe cameron? ok, who’s the other guy?” he asks, your mom not even getting involved as she’s too busy pacing around the living room trying to gather her thoughts. “um… rafe’s friend, actually, well… kind of. his name’s uh, barry.” you tell him without looking at him, still fidgeting with your hands in your lap.

“so you just sleep around with this guy and his friends, huh? is that what you are? just a whore to these guys?” your mom finally speaks up, furious with you. “no, mom, that’s not what i am!” you gather up the courage to raise your voice back at them since they weren’t being reasonable with you.

“who the hell is this barry guy?” your dad asks, not letting his wife change the topic. “does he at least have a job? or money?” he continues to ask, demanding to know more about him since he already knew about rafe and his family.

“he’s had plenty of jobs around here, i guess…” you shrug, not wanting to straight up tell them he sells drugs. “so what, he doesn’t have a job now?” your father asks and frowns his eyebrows. “not particularly, but… he makes money…” you say, panicking a little now.

“makes money how? what, is he some kind of drug dealer or something?” he laughs, but stops once he sees the look on your face. “y/n, he’s not a drug dealer, right?” your mom asks, seeing that guilty look in her daughter’s eyes. the way you paused and look down with a sigh told them otherwise, they have had enough.

“oh my fucking god. are you kidding me? this guy sells drugs?” your dad shouts, louder than before. you’ve never seen him so angry in all your life. “who have you been hanging around with? why the hell are you even talking to drug dealers in the first place?!” your mom joins your dad in yelling at you, not making this situation any easier.

“he’s nice to me…” you sniffle, wiping your eyes and nose, hearing your father snicker at your words. “he’s nice to you. well, isn’t that great? so if a kidnapper came up to you on the street and he was nice to you, would you get in his truck?” your father blatantly mocks, making you out to be an idiot. you didn’t answer, you only rolled your eyes and shook your head. “exactly, that’s what i thought. we raised you better than this, what’s the matter with you?” he continued to express his disappointment all while you cry in front of them.

“and what exactly is your plan with this, y/n? are you planning on raising a baby with two fathers, or be a single mother? because either way, you’re out of this damn house. we didn’t feed you, bathe you and clothe you for you to act like a fool and ruin your life.” your mom tells you, gesturing to the door to tell you to leave.

“rafe told me to abort it. is that what you want me to do, too?” you shout, standing up to face both your parents on their level now. “no, you know how i feel about abortions. my daughter is not doing that, no way.” your mother is quick to say sternly. she’s always been heavily against the idea of abortions, so you knew the outcome would be bad either way. “guess i’ll go be a single mother on my own then.” you scream one last time before heading for the front door and storming out, slamming it shut behind you. “assholes.” you mumble to yourself, wiping your tears as you power walk away from the house.

you went for a long walk to try and clear your mind, but nothing was working. still crying and on the verge of a full blown breakdown, you decide to turn and head over to barry’s place to talk to him, knowing he won’t be so hard on you like everyone else has been today…

approaching barry’s trailer, you knock on the front door and hear him scurry around inside before answering, swinging the door open and greeting you with a smile. “hey, pretty girl. you alright?” he asks, stepping aside to invite you in. you walk in and give him a sad look, that’s when he noticed your red eyes and tear stained cheeks. “i don’t know…” you shrug, lips quivering again. you couldn’t help but be very emotional.

“hey, come ‘ere. i got you.” barry tells you, opening his arms and pulling you into a deep hug. he reaches over to shut the front door before stroking your hair and shushing you quietly, trying to calm you down while you cry into his chest. he doesn’t say anything for a minute, he doesn’t ask any questions… he just stands and holds you.

it took you a minute or two to calm yourself down thanks to barry’s comfort, when you pulled away to collect yourself, rubbing your eyes and nose. you see him looking at you, so you shy away and hide your face in embarrassment which made him snicker. “aye’, none of that. don’t hide your pretty face, you’ still beautiful when you cry.” he grins, trying to cheer you up as he gently grabs your wrists to pull your hands away from your face.

his comment made you laugh. “don’t lie…” you giggle, turning your face to the side to try to hide again, making him drop your wrist and lightly grab a hold of your face, gently forcing you to look at him. “i mean it… you’ gorgeous. now tell me, what’s got’chu all sad?” he asks, looking into your eyes and brushing his thumb against your cheek, making your face rest in his hand.

“everything, i guess… rafe, my parents…” you say, sighing as barry wipes away the rest of your tears. “what’ they do?” he asks, his tone soft and patient. “rafe is just cruel… he hates me and is wishing for me to get an abortion… and my parents basically went kicked me out, so…” you shrug, not wanting to get into the full story. “man, fuck rafe… and fuck yo’ parents too. what’ they kick you out for?” barry frowns, feeling the need to defend you.

“i told them about the baby… i’ve been too scared to tell them but i finally did and they went crazy… said i was a whore and i’ll be a homeless single mother.” you roll your eyes, reciting your parents words in a mocking voice. “oh and i, uh… i went for an ultrasound scan today. my first one…” you say, almost forgetting you had the scan photos in your pocket, before reaching in and slowly pulling them out to show him.

barry pauses for a moment, reaching over to carefully take the photos from your hand to take a closer look. “damn…” he says after a few seconds, his eyes practically glued to the images. “crazy, huh? that thing is actually in there.” you force a little laugh, looking down and pointing at your belly. you weren’t close to having a bump yet, but it was still there.

“fuck yea’ it’s crazy… you lookin’ forward to bein’ a homeless single mother?” he asks with a chuckle, joking to lighten your mood. “nah, i’m playin’. you think i’d let you be homeless with my maybe baby in there?” he grins, pointing down at your belly. “your maybe baby?” you repeat, giggling and frowning with curiosity.

“yea. maybe it’s mine, maybe it’s not…” he snickers, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you close to him again. “our maybe baby.” he tells you, both of you sharing a little laugh before moving over to the couch to sit down. you don’t know why, but hearing him say ‘our’ cured something inside of you.

barry was aware that the baby growing inside of you might not be his biologically, but he didn’t care. you weren’t sure why he didn’t care, but it made you realize that maybe some men are good, and the other men are so selfish that they’d be willing to disown their own child for the mistakes of it’s mother. that’s not what barry was going to do to you.

“thank you, barry… i mean it. i don’t know what i’d do without you… you’ve been so kind to me and-” you say, looking deeply into his eyes before he cuts you off. “shh, don’t mention it, baby. i’ve wanted you to be my girl for months, i ain’t gonna let you deal with this shit alone when this is partly my fault, too… all those times i nutted in ya’…” he smiles, cracking a joke at the end which made you playfully nudge him away, ending with him laughing and kissing your cheek.

“serious’ tho, i’ll be here for you no matter what. you’ my main girl… always have been.” he holds your hands in your lap, looking deeply into your eyes. barry has always had a major soft spot for you ever since you met, but none of this changes his feelings for you… if anything, it deepens them.

“now, let’s go get yo’ shit from yo’ house and bring it here.” barry says, reaching over to grab his car keys and jiggling them in his hand. what did you do to deserve a kind soul like barry? looks really are deceiving.

NOT PROOFREAD. MAY BE MISTAKES. ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE!

note: i am so sorry for being gone for a while, i have been so busy with school and family that i have had zero time to write! i noticed a lot of love on part 1 of guess who, so i had to write this 2nd part for y’all. i tried to make it a bit long so let me know if you guys liked it :) ˚⊹ ᡣ𐭩

side note: BARRY IS THE LOML. and there WILL be a part 3!!!!!!!! stick around!!

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the big apple ꩜ .ᐟ pt.4

pt.1 pt.2 pt.3

pairing - ellie x reader

synopsis - you've just moved to nyc and ellie's your new neighbor. she hates you though and you don't know why :((

cw - mean ellie, toxic! ellie, side gig dealer ellie, weed, tattoo artist ellie, texts between reader and ellie, also angst I don't wanna spoil too much

a/n - next pt will be the last :)

You woke up without Ellie by your side, a thin blanket over you. A pang of worry went through you when you realized it. Now that you were sober awful thoughts were running through your mind, making you fear she had already gone back to not wanting you anymore. To hating you completely. You rose slowly from the sofa, feeling the slightest bit disoriented from having gone to sleep high. Had she left you alone in her apartment? Had she meant to have you leave after you had sex?

Your head snapped to the kitchen, where Ellie was standing with your back to you, wearing her sports bra and pajama pants. She moved her arm back and forth. You realized she was making something on the stove.

“Ellie?” You croaked out tentatively.

She turned and you almost flinched.

Then she broke into a smile. “Hey neighbor. Good morning.”

You sighed, smiling back. “Morning. I’m sorry I slept over, I didn’t ask if you—“

“What?” she laughed. “No, I didn’t want you to go.” She licked her lips, turning back to the stove. “I’m uh, making pancakes.” She scoffed, as if she couldn’t quite believe it.

You shifted in the sofa. You were fishing for your panties in the cushions, putting them on before wrapping the blanket around your half naked body and walking over to Ellie. The slightly sweet, buttery smell wafted to your nose. “Fuck, I’m starving.”

“I bet you are. We didn’t have dinner yesterday. And I’m guessing you know what weed does.”

“Yeah,” you said, grinning. “It wasn’t my first time if that’s what you were wondering.” You leaned on the kitchen counter next to her, watching the morning light bathe her as she pushed a pancake around the pan with a spatula. There was a plate next to the stove, piled with more of them. The sight made you warm and anxious all at once. You felt as if this thing between you two was something fragile, and that you had to navigate that moment with the utmost caution lest you cross one of a thousand lines you couldn’t see.

But then Ellie looked you up and down and smirked with something you could swear was affection, and you were already melting, already eager to touch her freckled skin.

“Can you watch the pancake? I’m going to get you something to wear.”

You gripped onto the handle hard. Waiting for her to come back was a strange feeling. Your mind was fraught with nerves, and you couldn’t tell if it was from her absence, or the uncertainty it gave you. You couldn’t help the alarm bells ringing in your head now that she was gone, even if the reason why sounded perfectly logical.

The surprise you felt when she wrapped her hands around your waist was the best punch you’d ever felt. You leaned slightly back, your body humming with bliss at every place you felt her against you. She pulled you back slightly, taking control of the pan as she handed you the clothes. You stepped back to toss the blanket onto the sofa and watched her back as you started to change.

Ellie twisted her neck to look, and you threw yourself onto the blanket in an attempt to hide. She turned back and laughed. “Now you’re shy?”

“Yeah, what’s wrong with that?” You giggled, getting back up.

“Nothing, it’s just that I know you’re not half as innocent as you seem right now.”

You ignored the comment with a smile on your face as you scrambled to put on the loose t-shirt, which you realized was just a t-shirt. “Ellie,” You complained. “Where are the bottoms?”

“Oh, you’re not getting any.”

You walked back to the kitchen with a fake accusatory look on your face, which Ellie snickered at when she saw. She pushed the pancake onto the pile with the spatula. “Can you grab the maple syrup? It’s in one of the cabinets.”

You got on your tiptoes to open the one closest to you, then got back down, mouth agape when you saw there where two mason jars of fresh bud in there. “Ellie, how much weed do you have?”

Ellie looked at you. “Oh.” She winced. “Not that cabinet.”

You thought back to all the times the smell of weed came into your apartment. “How much are you smoking? This is like, enough for a whole family.”

She laughed, and you realized you were really beginning to like the sound, all raspy and hers. “I don’t smoke all of it…I sort of uh, sell some.”

“You’re a dealer.”

“Yeah?” She wouldn’t face you. You wondered if doing so was a habit of hers when she was nervous. You placed a hand on her shoulder. “Ellie.” You waited for her to look at you. Once she did, she couldn’t seem to draw her wide eyes away.

“I really don’t mind.” You gave her shoulder a light squeeze. “It’s good, actually. If it means I get a discount.” You grinned.

She exhaled, muttering a curse. “I’m not making you pay for weed, dumb ass.”

“Oh,” you said, surprised.

She walked over to the counter and shut it, then opened another and another until she found the maple syrup.

You sat on the counter next to the plate of pancakes, suddenly feeling comfortable enough to do so. “Question. Why do you keep it in the kitchen?”

She set the maple syrup next to you then began rummaging around another cabinet for cutlery. “I don’t. I got a fresh batch and ran out of space in the spot I usually use in my room.”

“Oh shit. I didn’t know you were like, Walter White.”

“What?” She chuckled. “That guy dealt with crystal meth. And he wasn’t even a dealer.”

“I don’t know. I just wanted to make fun of you.” You laughed, and Ellie just stared at you with this slight bewildered grin on her face. When you stopped laughing, you looked harder into her eyes, having thought of something else to tease her with.

“You thought I was uptight, huh?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Dina told me when I asked. You thought I was so uptight and conservative you didn’t want to even be around me. Well, look at me now. I find out you’re a dealer and all I do is ask for a discount.”

She walked over to you, stopping right between your thighs and placing her hands on them. Now that you were sober, it was much harder to be in such a situation, with Ellie so close to you and that look on her face.

“Can you blame me? The first time we met in that elevator, you looked like you were terrified of me, as if you’d never seen a lesbian. You even tripped in your hurry to get away.”

Your eyes went wide as saucers. “Terrified? I looked terrified?”

“Yeah.” She drew in closer, smirking. “Like a goddamn deer caught in headlights.”

You turned your head away, placing a hand over your face to hide your embarrassment.

“What?” She smiled as she lightly pulled your arm back, fighting against you, who was determined to not look at her. “Hey,” she said. “Come back.”

You shook your head, then lowered it. “I was…”

“You were what?”

“I was freaking out because I thought you were really, really hot.”

Ellie was quiet. Then she took two of her fingers and used them to tilt your head up. “I thought you were fucking gorgeous.”

Your mouth opened as if you were going to say something, but you found you didn’t know what. You squeezed your thighs together on instinct, forgetting she was right between them. She gripped onto them harder. Then, she slowly got down on her knees and pulled you closer by your legs, her mouth getting dangerously close to your cunt.

“Ellie,” you started. “Weren’t we supposed to have breakfast?”

“It can wait,” she said. Before you could say anything else back, she had her wet tongue on the soft skin of your inner thigh, and your protests died in your throat.

-

Texts with Ellie

E: wyd

R: working R: and u should be too!!

E: I JUST FINISHED THIS BIG ASS TATTOO I SWEAR

R: aww congrats

E: it was really hard E: my back hurts E: i could use a massage

R: i’ll send u a link to this spa i heard about

E: :(

R: do u want me to swing by tonight?

E: YES

-

E: i’m thinking about that almond croissant u brought me from ur work

R: yayy i'm glad u liked it R: want me to bring u another today?

E: yes pls E: wanna smoke tn?

R: YEA

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R: 🔗 R: stupid machine malfunctioned. My dress is ruined R: cleaning my face rn

E: OMG HAHA

R: IT’S NOT FUNNY I LOVE THIS DRESS

E: i’m sure u can get the stain out!

R: yeah whatever…

E: you look cute in ur little apron

-

E: 🔗 E: new design i just made what do u think?

R: oh my god. R: that’s gorgeous R: i would definitely get that

E: come to the studio

R: ELLIE NO???

E: chickening out now?? E: i’m serious E: comeeee

R: i’m a barista why would you think I have the cash for that R: also I AM scared OKAY like i think i would get it but i have to think about it first i’m not that spontaneous

E: y would u think i’d make u pay?? E: but okok E: think about it tho E: i sort of made it thinking of you

-

E: wanna go out tn?

R: i’m so tired from work I’m sorry :(( R: maybe we could have a smoke sesh?

E: i kind of really wanted to go out E: it’s ok next time

R: did something happen?

E: no E: dw

R: okay R: text me when u get home so i know ur safe

-

You stared at the last message you’d sent Ellie, the bright screen of your phone lighting up your dark bedroom. She hadn’t read it, but you knew she’d probably seen it. And you’d heard the door of her apartment slam. Thin walls. At least you knew she was home.

Still, there was a growing pit in your stomach. The last few weeks had been amazing, and you were growing increasingly comfortable with Ellie. There was no huge rift between you two anymore, you felt as if you could really talk to her, and about anything you wanted. Gone were the dirty looks and closed off version of her that hated you. She seemed genuinely interested in you. Dina’s words about fuck buddies still reverberated in your mind sometimes, but you thought maybe it was different with you. Did she make tattoo designs thinking about all her fuck buddies?

You heard the sound of her bed slightly thump against your wall, which it did whenever she threw herself on the bed. The two of you had figured out pretty early on that your bedrooms were right up against each other, and you’d decided to move your bed so it was next to hers. It had resulted in a lot of late night knocking, at first just because it was funny, then after some time because she wanted to see you, or vice versa. You hesitantly raised your hand to knock, not so you could see her, just to remind her that you were there.

But then you heard a giggle. Loud, high-pitched, and definitely not hers.

The pit in your stomach grew, gnarly and twisted. You barely moved as your eyes prickled with tears, the bed thumping against your wall again and again, the sound of the girl’s laughter turning into moaning, so loud and pornographic you could only think it reminded you of yourself. You, whimpering and whining under Ellie, becoming all pent-up for her.

And now she was ditching you.

-

pt.5

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