#THE PARTYS GETTING STARTED YALL!!!!!!!!!! THE TENSIONS THERE!!!!

[sukunasweetheart]

👀👉🏾👈🏾 Sukuna x Reader ex's to lovers?

wowowow i cant believe im doing like another celebrity au again but here goes nothing ahaha...

i love this trope, i ended up writing a WHOLE, lengthy ass, detailed plotline on it i hope u dont mind <3 (A WHOLE WHOPPING 6K WORDS YALL)

prepare for hella angst, OOC sukuna, insecure fem!reader, ghosting, messy break up, conflicting and complicated feelings + sexual tension and then intense smut @ the end (make up sex)

imagine sukuna being like, an amateur model-turned-actor, with you being his highschool sweetheart, who was there to support him since day one

a very happy, fulfilling relationship for the most part-- until he starts gaining huge amounts of popularity.

youve always known that he was meant and born to reach sky-high levels of success, and you were certain he was going to make it one day

but things get rockier by the second, and insecurity is such an ugly, ugly thing

seeing him model with other beautiful celebrities, acting in roles where he had a love interest to kiss and fondle, reading those gossip scandal articles involving him and another party every few months or so-

it all got too much for you.

all you needed was some reassurance... but young and vivacious sukuna, drunk on this fame and attention, failed to recognise that and left you feeling neglected.

not on purpose tho, he's never engaged in infidelity, he's never gazed upon someone else with lust or love on his mind - he was using everyone around him as a stepping stone towards his own career

sukuna's known you since forever, and he was confident that you knew his affection for you was unwavering... so he failed to understand where you were coming from whenever you brought these things up

arguments after arguments after arguments

the worst part of it was that he wanted to keep his relationship with you a secret. saying something about how having a significant other would slow his progress in his career down... the decision was urged on by the entertainment company that he was in a contract with

it hurt so damn much when he was being interviewed on tv about his romantic life, only for him to tell the world he was single.

it leads to more arguing.

of course, as a rising celebrity, he was quite awfully busy with many business trips and attending a lot of parties and galas

another terrible fight occurred right before he had to leave for a flight overseas but by then, youd pretty much already decided that you were going to leave him

you basically ghosted him, packing all your belongings overnight, blocking his number and all his social media accounts, making sure even all yours and his mutual friends didn't know of your whereabouts. you're going to start fresh. and give him no closure.

it was petty revenge, and maybe immature of you, but you were just as young as he was, and you wanted him to hurt as badly as you were hurting back then.

sukuna's still overseas, having just come back from another fancy gathering and is fresh out of the shower, in his hotel room... he decides he's gonna try and give you a call, but ofc you don't pick up

he sighs and convinces himself that he'll sort things out with you later when he gets back, not knowing that there won't be a 'later'.

meanwhile you're dragging a suitcase out of the apartment, taking a taxi somewhere else far away, crying as you pass by giant billboards that have pictures of sukuna plastered all over

he feels like such a faraway person now. no longer someone who you used to cuddle closely in bed, or hold hands with. you're not even sure of who you are without him anymore.

you could imagine his reaction when he came home, only to find your entire existence missing. seriously, it was like you were never there. you left nothing of yours behind, and the place was cleaned spick and span, not a hair of yours to be found.

when was the last time sukuna felt so panicked?? this dull ache in his chest, as he spams you calls and texts that never reach you

he contacts mutual friends in rotation but everyone is absolutely clueless... he considers filing a missing persons case but then a trusted friend of yours tells him to not look for you... and that you wanted them to relay a message to him, just a simple goodbye.

what the fuck are you talking about?

oh, here comes a severe headache.

his mind is whirring with overlapping memories, thoughts, regrets, thinking about any clues that might give away where you couldve gone, but theres simply nothing

the shock moves into sorrow, then denial, and then it turns to anger. does he mean nothing to you? so much so that youd abandon him without saying a word?

its like he was going through the five stages of grief, but for someone who he knew was still alive..

eventually, he finds a rebound out of spite. if youve left him, then it's means he's free and single, right? he gets himself piss-drunk, and beds another, only to wake up feeling absolutely disgusted. it feels like... it feels like he's cheated on you. even though you're already gone. he's just a mess of conflicting emotions, and it lasts for so long.

the reason why he doesnt hire someone or use some other underhanded method to actually look for you is because of a weird mixture of both his pride and feelings of insecurity, thinking that maybe, just maybe, you do deserve someone better, someone who understands you more... (and he's also fearful that someone like you, might've already found love somewhere else, and he's definitely not confident that he'll be able to act maturely if he sees its true)

eventually, acceptance does come... but does it really?

i like to think he went through many failed relationships, his partners always leaving him upon witnessing him getting intoxicated and calling for none other than your name in his state. someone who no one around him knows anymore.

years pass, and time really does allow you to forget. for both you and sukuna alike. in your mid thirties, both of you are single at this time.

you've been busy with your new job at some company (dont ask me, i was too lazy to decide what kind, so u guys can make this one up bye), and he made sure to keep himself busy as well. no time for fleeting romance.

of course, until fate does that weird thing where it pushes people together again... a new project lands in your lap, where it involves some kind of collaboration with THE celebrity, ryomen sukuna. of fucking course.

you really did desperately try to get it off and pass this off to some other colleague but they insisted your involvement was necessary. what are you supposed to do? you almost decide to quit... but this job means a lot to you... you can't just throw everything away because of an ex... right?

and, oh my god, when the first meeting does happen, involving the celebrity himself, you and a couple other coworkers to discuss the project, sukuna sees you and his brain short circuits for a moment.

he starts doubting his own vision, and then he reminisces, in the middle of whatever the fuck everyone else was talking about during the meeting.

"... Mr. Ryomen?" one of the other participants ask.

he clears his throat, regains his composure and regathers his focus. he's an actor for god's sake. and he starts speaking, with thoughts of you in the back of his mind. about how much youve changed, but also remained exactly the same...

during introductions, you shake his hand and act professionally. his eye twitches. will you continue to pretend not to know him even afterwards? should he talk to you separately after this? no... doing that would mean he's the desperate one...

when you saw sukuna hesitating, part of you felt relieved. so you're not the only one getting freaked out. you don't expect him to acknowledge you anymore, though.

after the meeting, he walks out feeling confident that he's going to ignore you back, if this was the kind of game you're going to play with him. you mean nothing to him, just as he means nothing to you.

but he remembers the shock that went down his spine at the feeling of the warmth in your hand. he watches you take an elevator by yourself, and tries to make a split second decision on whether he wants to let you go, or if he wants to chase you down.

he probably shouldn't bother.

but he impulsively speed walks down towards you, anyway.

youre startled when the elevator doors are blocked from closing just at the last second, with someone's arm coming through between. your heart skips a beat seeing that it's none other than sukuna.

what is this sensation? this mix of fear and... excitement. you should be unperturbed. you're over him. he's someone from the past. you're buzzing with these feelings, but there also comes a creeping resentment that finds its way to you again, as you try to remember why you left him in the first place.

he unclicks whatever level you were heading to, and clicks on the highest level instead. he's gonna take you to the rooftop of the building, where he can confront you peacefully.

"Mr. Ryomen? Is there something wrong?" you ask him. still feigning ignorance. like salt to a wound. you know its another petty move from your part, but you can't help yourself.

"Don't call me that. You know damn well why I'm here," Sukuna drawls, sounding more sad than angry. they've really become strangers.

you grow silent, being hit with a pang of guilt. deep down, you knew you shouldve handled it more maturely than that. he deserved closure, and you needed it too. but isn't it too late for all that now?

the conversation flows tense, but unravels slowly. there's still a lot of questions being withheld though. he wants to ask you how youve been. were you able to sleep peacefully after you left him? why did you have to leave in the worst way possible?

a familiar headache creeps up.

simultaneously, the anger finds its way in his heart all over again. he knows he didn't do much good towards the end of their relationship either but ghosting him was plain disrespectful and childish.

you surprise him when you give a sudden heartfelt apology.

you tell him that you know apologising now after all these years is frankly almost meaningless but still, he didnt deserve to be left behind in that kind of way. you admit that you should've communicated with him properly that you were breaking up with him.

he's left kinda speechless, bc he was so ready to be all snarky to you after everything.. he's still mad, but he can't really say shit anymore without sounding like too much of an asshole.

truth be told, if you did stay around to tell him that you were breaking up with him beforehand, he probably wouldn't have let you go... where would you guys be now, if you never separated?

"i've always wanted to apologise. it's been weighing on me ever since i left."

...and yet, you didn't ever think to call or text him even once afterwards? he never changed his number in hopes for that, and he hates himself for it.

"i understand that you hate me now, but let's try to get through the collaboration without trouble. and then we can part ways again."

that one pierces his heart, like a bullet. you haven't said anything technically wrong. he should hate you. or at least, he should feel indifferent by now. and yet... the way that you automatically assume so irks him badly.

"do you really believe that i hate you? aren't you the one that hates me?"

it's a stupid fucking question. what the fuck is he even saying? he wants to kick the elevator door.

"...i left because i thought you hated me, that you didn't need me anymore. and i tried to convince myself that i hated you too. but that couldn't be further from the truth. even now, i don't ha-"

before you can say any more, the elevator doors open, and a small group of employees are standing outside them, looking curiously in at you and sukuna. then, they realise who he is. they come flocking in, asking for autographs and pictures.

you quietly slip out of the crowd, and after giving one quick glance at sukuna, who visibly wants to pursue you again, you walk away to avoid gathering attention on yourself. wait-! dammit- he thinks.

he can't chase after you. he can't call out for you to stop. he can't push all of these people away. if he did, it will cause rumours and unfavourable articles to fly out. let's try to get through the collaboration without trouble. his own fame becomes another obstacle between you and him.

back then, you were his whole world, yet somewhere along the path, he started to fail in making you feel like it.

he watches you take the fire exit towards the emergency stairs, while he's surrounded by overbearing fans who beg for his attention. you're going to have to walk down in your heels, all because of him. as he catches the final glimpse of you, as he's reluctantly dealing with his fans, he begins to understand, a little bit. he didn't want to understand why you decided to leave him. but he does now. a little.

a couple of stairwells down, you eventually pause for a moment and sit down on the last step to take a breather. you wipe your sweaty palms against your skirt. the familiar tug at your heart, in which your insecurities come flowing back to you, seeing him surrounded. you need to build higher, stronger walls around you from now.

when sukuna is done on his end, and sends them off down the elevator, he goes off to check down the stairs you went, but you've already booked it. slipped right through his fingers. you were about to say something important. with unresolved feelings, sukuna also takes the stairs down, with a heavy heart. each step down brings him another old, nostalgic memory of you to him.

from then on, the more he interacts with you during work-related matters, the more apparent it becomes that he still harbors feelings for you. he tries to ignore it, push it back down, but it only returns twice as overwhelming.

your voice. the way you smile. the scent of your perfume. exactly the same as back then. yet, he also observes the changes that have occurred in you; how you act, speak and the kinds of words you use, as well as seeing you in such a professional setting rather than personal - everything is coming together to allure him more, and he's in a state where he's unable to resist this attraction, but also unable to act on it, because he's not sure how you'd react to it.

he knows it's not just him getting drunk on nostalgia.

the next time he catches you alone, he makes sure to tell you that he doesn't hate you like you believe he does. you'd never admit it, but that gave you butterflies in your stomach.

in fact, everything sukuna does, even just locking eyes with you for a few seconds, is enough to make your heart rate increase, intensifying when he looks at you almost like... almost like he wants you. you must be imagining things.

he finds himself doing uncharacteristic deeds, like sending coffee for all the staff members. his manager passes them out to everybody, including you. he doesn't know if you still like your coffee the same way as he remembers, but he makes sure that yours is a little different, a little more specific than everyone else's, in hopes that you'll notice these small gestures of his.

over the course of the project, he inches closer to you, ever so slowly. but you don't seem to budge. even worse, you seem to be avoiding him as much as you possibly can. you avert your gaze from his. stagger away when he gets close.

he brings it up on one occasion, when he's able to approach you at the back of the building, where there's no one around, and no watchful eyes of a nosy audience. it's definitely frustrating and unpleasant- when he wants to speak with you, he has to keep distance in case another scandal rises. he doesn't want to drag you into the spotlight, without knowing if you're okay with it first.

sukuna only really talks to you when there's nobody around. maybe he's being considerate of you, but it gives you the impression that he doesn't want to be seen hanging around with you. it makes you remember things you don't want to. it makes you remember that being with him now requires a courage that you're not sure that you have. at the very least, you know you definitely didn't have it back then.

you keep conversations short with him, and try to leave. but he keeps at it persistently. what is he trying to do? is he toying with you?

"you're acting like you want us to get back together. don't do things that'll make me misunderstand," you tell him. you were trying to provoke him. expecting him to deny it harshly and back away, because you knew he was prideful- he'd never be caught being hung up over an ex.

"...and? what if i told you that i do want that? would you stop avoiding me then?" he takes one step forward, and you take one back, proving his point.

why is he pushing aside his ego for you? where did all his arrogance go off to? this isn't how the sukuna in his twenties would've responded. his answer makes you waver, and you don't appreciate that. you try not to show it.

"no. i'd only begin to avoid you even more. so don't start."

"i'm not," you deny, but your voice betrays you. he clings onto that.

"why? ...afraid that you'd cave in to me?"

like the way he's already pretty much caved in for you?

"you don't sound very convincing."

"...would you want someone who'd choose their career over you?"

that stops him in his tracks. he has nothing to say to that. because he did make that mistake. where he prioritised his job over your feelings.

"i don't hate or blame you for that anymore, sukuna. but you have to understand... i don't want to go through that pain ever again. i don't want to hold you back. we both deserve more compatible partners."

your own words sting yourself, and you try to go again right after saying that, because it's getting too much for you. his hand flies out to grab yours out of instinct, to stop you from leaving. leaving him again.

it's really not like him to be the clingy ex, pathetically begging to be taken back, but he's willing to throw such pride away if it means you'll be appeased. if you'll let him back into your life again.

"don't say that. you never held me back-- you were my home and my everything, and i was the one that started to take you for granted," he says gently, his low voice laced with sorrow, so uncharacteristically. you've only ever heard this kind of tone from him once before, and it was when his grandfather, who was like a parent to him, had passed away. his thumb brushes over your hand.

"give me another chance. this time i'll let the whole world know about us. about how much you mean to me."

he gets in close ever so slowly, and you let him, for only a moment, before gently pushing him away, with a hand on his chest.

sukuna hitches in a breath, heart sinking to his stomach. he wants to embrace you so, so, so bad. he needs your warmth. always has been. always will. but he sees that you're unrelenting, which breaks him.

"no, stop... i'm sorry, i can't."

you're still scared. you keep thinking about how lonely you felt when you were with him, at least right before the break up. seeing him laughing through the tv screen. alone in the living room. and all the arguments.

your hand slips out of his, and he lets you go. he feels empty when you walk away. hollow. the similar feeling he felt when you first left him, but less anguish and more despair. when he gets home, he tries to drink those feelings away. something he rarely does. old regrets and heartaches return, and he drinks until he passes out.

while he drinks, you weep. crying into your pillow, wondering if you're doing the right thing. wondering if this is how it's supposed to be. terrified of being with him again, but also terrified of losing him, like a hypocrite.

from then on, sukuna keeps a respectful distance from you... no longer trying to make approaches in secret, no longer pursuing you every chance he gets. but he still sends out coffee. even provides snacks to the crew. little do they know, they're the kinds of snacks that he knows you loved. hopefully, you still do. he'll keep his distance because it's what you want, but he wishes to keep doing these little things for you. subtly.

and you notice it, too. you have vivid memories of telling him about your favourites and preferences back then, and you recognise what he's trying to do. you drink the coffee. and you always grab a handful of the snacks. you do appreciate it. it makes you happy that he remembers. on a few occasions, you turn to look at him, only to witness him looking away at the last second.

it's not too long before the project is successfully finalised, and all their efforts have been rewarded. a celebration is due, and your boss throws a party at a fancy hotel for everyone to enjoy themselves at. sukuna had stopped going to so many gatherings and parties quite a while ago, but he attends knowing that you'll be there as well. he'll see you for the final time before he'll lose any excuses to be around you ever again. it'll be the final night.

you exchange a few words with him at the venue, but the two of you leave each other to mingle with other groups reluctantly, to avoid suspicion. both of you are quite tense all throughout the night, sipping on some wine to ease it, but it still doesn't relax the tension you feel, no matter how far away sukuna stands from you.

a few hours in, and you decide to excuse yourself early to head up into your designated hotel room. your boss covered the expenses for a night, and it would've been a waste to decline it, so you decided to stay. sukuna isn't around anywhere at the venue anymore, so you assume he's already left. you thought about saying farewell, but it didn't seem appropriate after you flat out rejected him. you still have doubts about the decision. because you miss him. but what's done is done, and you can't take back what you've already said.

however, getting to the hotel elevator, you notice he's standing there, with miraculous timing. you awkwardly "hey" him, and he says it back, hands in his pockets.

the two of you step inside when it arrives, and the thick tension remains.

"i'm surprised. i thought you'd be staying around longer for the party," you tell him.

he can't tell you that he found it unbearable, to see you hanging around other people, but being unable to get closer to you himself.

"i just got a bit tired," he lies. "did you have a lot to drink?"

"not at all. i had a few glasses, but i'm still sober."

"same here."

as the lift gets closer to your level, you get antsy, thinking about what to say before you leave, but your thoughts get interrupted when he asks you something abruptly.

"...can i walk you to your room? for the last time."

you swallow thickly on nothing, and feel how your chest aches at the words. last time.

"alright. sure," you say.

he wasn't expecting you to say yes, but he's glad you're letting him stay beside you a little longer. you're staring at the elevator doors, but he's looking at your face from the side. if only the lift would malfunction and stop, right here.

but it doesn't, and soon, he's really walking beside you as you get to your hotel room door, in silence. you unlock it using your key, and then that's it.

"thanks for walking me here," you say rather sheepishly. the thought of him wanting to spend even a few more seconds with you... your hold on the door knob is tight as you stand, face turned around to look at him. it's taking everything in you to stand your ground. last minute guilt and regrets are bombarding your thoughts, and...

"i'll say this now because i probably won't get another chance again," sukuna starts, looking directly into your eyes. his eyes are mellow, and he looks wistful.

"i'm sorry. i realised i never apologised, even though that's the first thing you did for me," he starts. he knows there's a mountain of reasons he is apologising for, but he decides he'll keep this short for your sake.

".. i can't lie to you and say that i wish for your happiness with someone else. 'm not that nice." you know it the best. and you understand, because you don't think you'd be able to withstand seeing him happy with someone else, either.

"find your happiness elsewhere, thanks," he grunts humorously. for god's sake. he's never been good at things like this. being heartfelt. at least it made you chuckle a bit. his expression of indignation melts away into a melancholic one again.

"i still love you." (always have, always will.)

you fight back sudden tears, and your throat begins to ache. sukuna unclenches his fist, and tries to relax himself more.

"and...i'll miss you," he breathes the phrase out. says it so quietly, like it hurts for him to say. (i don't want to let you go.)

something snaps within you and everything starts to scream at you to take everything back, and stop him from going away. don't go- don't go- don't go-

"...goodnight."

he notices your wet eyes, and he has to fight back against the urge to reach out and wipe it away. to rescind his farewell, and pull you into his arms again - forcefully, if he has to. he needs to leave, before he loses control.

you're panicking, and your vision is swimming, and you don't think you'll ever be happy again if you let him go like this-- you're gonna be heartbroken in the worst way imaginable. you want him back, and you know you're being unreasonable after turning him down like that, but you don't care anymore. you want to go against your fears. you want to try being with him again.

before you can stop yourself, your hand catches onto the hem of sukuna's sleeve, seconds before he takes another step away from you.

his eyes widen, and he looks at your grip on his sleeve, like he's checking to see if it's real, and he's not making this shit up in his mind. his heart beats impossibly fast. his hopes skyrocket. the world decided to have mercy on him.

"...you're being unfair, grabbing onto me like this. after i went through hell just now, trying to say goodbye." he's being awfully patient right now.

you don't respond, only silently weeping.

he waits to see if you'll let go, whether this was just an act out of a temporary fickle in your heart, but your grip remains tight, and you're now just looking up at him with tears rolling down, eyes glossy and desperate, pulling at his heart strings. you only let go when he comes back to you, not hesitant to brush his thumbs across your face now, wiping the wetness away.

"what do you want me to do? tell me, and i'll do it. leave? stay?" sukuna coos at you, like he's always done before, waiting patiently until you've calmed down enough to respond properly.

"i shouldn't... i shouldn't let you in. not after how much i'd pushed you away," you whisper. today was supposed to mark the end of it all.

he doesn't even give a fuck about that anymore. what matters is now.

"...but do you want to let me in?"

"...yes," you hic.

he takes a couple of steps forward, making you step back with him, his hand on your waist to make sure you don't trip on the way. he goes past the doorway and into your hotel room slowly. one- two- three- steps. he closes the door behind him quietly.

"and..? what next?" he asks in a low voice, standing close to you, one hand still remaining on your waist, and the other on your upperarm.

"i... i don't know. i just need you," you mumble, looking up at him, eyes red from crying and half-closed. your hands inch up along his back, grabbing handfuls of his suit jacket. sukuna hitches in a breath and something dark flashes across his eyes. they reflect his desire, his almost carnal desperation for you-

"forgive me. i don't think i can hold myself back, anymore."

he captures your lips in his, and groans shamelessly into you. you grip onto him tighter, heart beating so rambunctiously that you fear he can hear it too. it feels too good. the moment he reached you, it felt like the final piece of a puzzle clicking in to complete a full picture.

you part your mouth, and he wastes no time in slipping his tongue inside, kissing you in the way he knows you love, in the way it makes your lips tingle, and, oh god, even after all these years, he still knows how to get you going like no other.

sukuna tastes the traces of wine on your tongue, and even better, he tastes you, the one he'd been missing and craving all this time, the warmth of your skin and touch, your scent, just everything about you, you, you.

he backs you towards the bed, without breaking this breathless, hungry kiss, where he softly lays you down, with him being above you, chest to chest, arms supporting his weight. he momentarily pulls away from you simply just to breathe, and the two of you gaze at each other for a hot second, full of love and lust, breaths overlapping one another. he attempts to ask you "do you still wanna continue?" just in case, but before he gets to say a word, you grab him by his tie and pull his lips to yours again, beginning to loosen it and take it off.

he understands that you want it, now. you successfully manage to untie it, somehow, with just willpower alone, and you start aiming for his buttons next, undoing them one by one. your actions send sparks down to all of his limbs, and he feels so fulfilled by your desire of him, being as intense as how he obsesses over you.

soon after you're done with it, he takes them off and chucks his own clothes away, rendering him half-naked. your hole clenches around nothing at the sight once he pulls away again, his firm muscles and the same old tattoos that you vividly remembered the patterns of. you greedily run your palms across his pecs, eyes turning to hearts. he smirks at you.

it's his turn now, and he doesn't hesitate to start undressing you as well. sukuna gets dizzy at the thought of being able to feast his eyes on your body. he dives in to keep kissing you, and then begins to unbutton you with such speed, it almost startles you.

it's off. your breasts are out in the open now, and sukuna has his fill with massaging them with his large hand, having missed them so much. his palm feels so hot, and your nipples pebble up at his touch, making you gasp into his mouth.

his kiss moves over to the side of your face, it glides down your neck, shoulders, and eventually reaches the swell of your chest. your fingers brush through the pink of his hair as he does so, and you purse your lips together, basking in the feeling of his warm kisses littering your skin. he leaves you hickeys-- the same shape and size and same locations as he used to even during your days in highschool, and you chuckle to yourself at the thought.

it's not long before he's loosening your skirt and slipping your undergarments down, getting rid of your slick-stained panties, much to his satisfaction. sukuna rubs a thumb over your aroused clit, and you whimper, having missed the touch of a man- his touch specifically.

"fuck... you're so wet.... all for me?" he asks, proceeding to slip two fingers into your weeping hole. you arch your back at the feeling, how his thick digits scissor inside of you and press up against a particularly lovely spot. he watches your every response as he does so, watching how you moan because of his touch, and how you're grabbing at his wrist because it's getting too intense. his cock prods uncomfortably against his pants. you're producing so much slick, and his fingers are getting absolutely drenched.

when he takes them out, you whine a little in disappointment.

"i know, i know. i'll give you something better," he whispers, kissing your cheek.

he unbuckles himself, and lowers his boxers to reveal his aching dick, tip wet with precum, veins bulging out the sides. looks the same as you remember. he pumps it a couple of times with his hand that's still covered with your slick, and he twitches. this isn't a dream, is it?

"oh god, please, i need it-" you plead, your hole feeling eager and empty.

"it's all yours," he mumbles. your begging makes him lightheaded as he lines himself up at your weeping cunt.

"i'm all yours."

when he sinks in deep to the hilt, you cry out at the fullness, as his tip pushes the spot inside you that had been feeling so lonely for years. your hands finds themselves against his back, feeling for his tight muscles.

"shit- 'm gonna lose my mind," sukuna groans as he gives a few shallow thrusts into you, cock so hard and throbbing wildly as your plush walls clamp on him and coats him with your arousal. he grabs one of your hands from his back and interlocks his fingers with yours against the mattress, before leaning down to bring his lips against the side of your neck.

"oh, thank god... thank god, you changed your mind. i love you. i would've been so fucking miserable without you, doll. for the rest of my life," he croons, breath fanning so close to your ear. you shudder at the tone of his voice, tearing up again, mixed with pleasure and relief, and you grab his hand tighter.

you turn your head a little more to the side, making it easier for sukuna to bite and suck on the sensitive skin of your neck, as his thrusts increase in speed, nudging your g-spot with every movement.

soon enough, he's bringing his attention back to your tongue, which he caresses with his own, nibbling on your lower lip, maintaining this same perfect pace in his thrusts that brings you closer to your orgasm.

"sukuna- i'm- i'm gonna-" you say breathlessly.

but he merely kisses you again, swallowing up any words you could say or moans you could let out, not minding the gasps and whimpers that you make.

sweat beads on his perfect body, and he makes out with you through your high, groaning back when he feels your walls flutter around him. he's close. even once you've finished cumming, he begins to pound into you quicker, wanting to get to his own orgasm. you claw at his back, crying out in pleasure, as sukuna's tongue lathers your jawline.

he wants to breed you so fucking bad. but no, that'll have to wait. he can't do something to jeopardize your trust in him. he'd rather die than endure another second of being distanced from you again.

right before he's pushed off the edge, sukuna pulls out and desperately jerks himself off above your stomach, panting as his cock throbs in his hand with every spurt that coats you, feeling so hot against your tummy.

you feel a twinge of disappointment, because you also wanted to feel that in your womb...

his dick twitches weakly after being spent, and he breathes heavily, liking the sight of you being covered in his seed for another time. (and many more from now.)

" 'kuna... it's a safe day for me today," you suggest to him without thinking. "i want it inside me..."

the phrase is enough to get heat pooling in his abdomen, and he feels himself get hard all over again.

"you sure, doll? if it's what you want, i'll..." he begins to say, almost flustered by your suggestion. you know you shouldn't say this next line, but it's so easy to get carried away with this man... get caught up in the heat of the moment.

"i want your babies so bad."

you've hit his switch. sukuna growls and puts you into a mating press instantaneously, making you squeak.

"no takebacks," he mutters dangerously, beginning the second round.

the night is long, but heavenly, as soon after he dumps everything he has into your womb, then proceeds to eat you out, making you cry for the third time before sunrise.

when you're awake, it's already heading past midday, and you're relieved to see that yesterday's happenings were not a dream, seeing as the large man is sleeping with an iron hold around your body, as if subconsciously afraid you'd leave him before he woke up again.

he awakens from his slumber to your light, feathery touches on his face, which puts him in a good mood from the moment he opens an eye. it was the scenario he's always dreamed of. waking up next to you, smiling.

there's much to talk about. about what's to come next, future plans, worries, and things they need to do to make amends for all the lost years between each other. but you decide to take things slow.

back to bullet points again bc im lazy to write it properly now

you spend the weekend w him at the hotel and stuff, just playing eating and sleeping, catching up yk

he tells you on his own accord that he wants to let everyone know that he's with you now, but he's worried that it'll bring backlash to you but you tell him you're going to be brave and take it, bc you WANT everyone to know

anyway prepare for turbulence

but everything'll be alright bc hes with you

im thinking about how mopey he'll be when you have to separate from him bc you each have your own homes rn, hes always asking you to come over or if he can come over to your place

and he'll be begging you to move in soon, like old times (he lives in a rich man house now tho)

and also thinking about how its a fresh start, but they also go through old memories and now reminiscing isnt painful anymore bc yall are back together

sukuna also says he's stopped doing romance genres in acting bc he had felt annoyed acting in lovey dovey scenes when his own love life used to be in shambles all the time

and bc hes at a point in his career where he has more choice in choosing between scripts that are offered to him, he's going to continue to decline the ones that have love interests, it doesnt affect him that much anyway

he's just being more considerate of your feelings now... and you promised him that you'll never just disappear like that again when you're upset haha...

sometimes when you still have a few disagreements with him, he keeps subtly checking up on you (hes traumatised, leave him be)

lots of facetiming when he has to go overseas for filming purposes <3

okay, thats all, bye <3

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[glassbxttless]

I Love You, You Idiot

michael (hoard) x fem!reader

word count: 2.0k+

summary: Michael is forced to deal with an insecurity of his after he realizes you capture the attention of other men by just existing.

warnings: angst, jealousy, swearing, there’s a fight but yall make up

notes: the last two michael fics i’ve posted have been smut, so you get a little angst to break it up. big thanks to @getaapologist for reading this over and biggest thanks to @peachyproserpina for editing this for me!

You notice it in small ways at first. It’s in the way Michael’s jaw tightens when you laugh too hard at someone else’s joke, and the way his hand finds your hip just a little faster in public, like he’s claiming you, something he can do subtly to let the whole world know— this one’s mine. You notice it in the way he kisses you harder when you come back to him after leaving the bathroom, or even in how his eyes dart over your shoulder to see who you were chatting with.

You think maybe it’s nothing at first, it’s just a little flare of that protectiveness you’ve come to know and love. But it starts to twist deep in your stomach.

Everything really starts to go to shit with that stupid work picnic— there’s plastic chairs and lukewarm burgers and one of the new hires, Jake, leaning a little too close to you when he laughs at your story. You didn’t really think anything of it, you had barely noticed yourself, but Michael saw it from across the lawn. Leaving him to bite into the hot dog on his plate, trying to rid himself of the feeling clawing its way out of his chest. 

That night, he’s quieter than usual on the drive home. He doesn’t reach for your thigh like he usually does, nor does sing along badly to the radio, flashing those pretty brown heart eyes at you the entire time. And when you finally ask if he’s alright, he just shrugs in response.

“‘M fine. Why wouldn’t I be?”

It festers between you. The silence. The weight inside of him. And you try to shake it off— all until something finally snaps in the kitchen a few days later— You’re halfway through unpacking the takeaway when you feel it in the way he moves. There’s a weird tension rolling off him like steam. Michael’s always loved you loudly. He wasn’t afraid to say it. To kiss your head, your cheek, your shoulder as he stepped around you. He’s always been a bit rough around the edges, but this was different. The way he’s rattling through the paper take-out bags alongside you and slamming the contents onto the counter is different than even the annoyance you’ve seen him wear from time to time. You watch him for a second, your brows furrowed in confusion.

“You alright?”

“Fine.”

It’s flat, clipped. He’s not fine.

You try again, reaching out to press your hand against his shoulder, leaning in to ask. “They forgot the garlic naan?”

“Nope.” He responded, shrugging your hand away from him as he’s still not looking at you. He’s still moving like his hands are full of anger. He pulls out two boxes, shoves one toward you without checking the contents, nor meeting your eye.

You take a breath, trying to keep the tone of the evening light, even if Michael is doing anything but. “Okay… this one’s probably yours. Smells like you. Full spice and internal rage.”

You’ve made the joke so many times over the past year, and it usually earns you that stupid grin that you love so much. But tonight it gets nothing. You blink as the silence grows. “Michael.”

“What?”

“You’re being really weird… and I don’t really like it.”

“Oh, I’m being weird?” He scoffs. 

You pause, a frown tugging at your lips. “Yes. You are.”

He lets out a sharp laugh and he finally looks at you— his jaw is set, his eyes dark, but you can see the whirlwind of hurt bubbling up beneath them. “Right. Okay. Sorry I’m not chipper enough for you tonight, Darlin’. Must be real hard for you, havin’ to deal with me after you’ve been out bein’ the life of the fuckin’ party.”

Your stomach drops, you look at him, confused. “What the hell is that supposed to mean, Mick?”

“It means,” he snaps as soon as the name leaves your mouth, throwing his hands out in a desperate show of his emotions, “that I’m sick of watchin’ every fuckin’ bloke within ten feet of you act like you’re free fuckin’ game just ‘cause I don’t wear a suit or talk like some Oxford prick.”

You stare at him, blinking away the burn in your eyes. “Seriously?”

“That lad at your job’s picnic? The one with the floppy hair and the posh fuckin’ sandals? He was practically climbin’ into your lap—”

“You’re kidding? We were talking about music, Michael. I was being polite.”

“Oh yeah?” he spits, anger piling up even higher than it had been. “That what you call it? All that laughin’ and leanin’ in like he was sayin’ the funniest shit you’ve ever heard in your life?”

“It was a conversation, Michael.” Your voice is softer now, trying to wrap your head around Michael’s unfortunate breakdown. 

He’s pacing the small space behind the sofa in the living room. His eyes are tired, and he runs a hand through his hair too many times like he doesn’t know where exactly to put them. “It’s every time, babe. Every fuckin’ time we go out— someone’s lookin’ at you like they wanna take my place. And I’ve got nothin’. I wear hi-vis to work, I come home smellin’ like bins, and I’m supposed to just be grateful you’re still standin’ next to me.”

You recoil like he’s slapped you. “What the fuck, Michael?”

He stops talking, but he’s still breathing hard. His eyes are still burning but he’s softer now. Regret starting to creep into every bone in his body. But it’s too late. He’s already said it and you’re already hurt.

You shake your head, voice barely above a whisper. “Do you really think that’s what this is? That I’m just… settling for you? That I don’t love you with my entire heart?”

He doesn’t answer that.

You press on, and sniffle back a tear, “That I’m only here because no one better’s asked yet?”

Still you get nothing. Just his clenched fists and a clenched jaw.

Your voice cracks. “I love you, you fucking idiot.”

His face folds in, just slightly. If you weren’t paying attention closely, you likely would’ve missed it. He wants to believe you but he can’t. Not fully. At least, not right now. 

“You could have anyone,” he mumbles, he looks up but he won’t meet your eyes. “Why the fuck would you choose me?”

“Because I want you.”

“Well maybe you shouldn’t.”

That one hits like a gut punch. You flinch, staring at him, hoping he’d take it back. Please take it back. 

“Maybe,” he says again, quieter now, “you shouldn’t.”

Silence spreads between you then. It’s thick and it’s awful. It might be the worst feeling you’ve ever felt if you’re being honest. What makes it worse is that he’s already turning away before the tears even hit your eyes. “I’ll sleep on the couch.”

You want to yell at him. Want to drag him back and scream don’t you dare walk away from me like that, but all the fight leaves your body in one heavy exhale. You just stand there, chest heaving, lips trembling. Maybe you shouldn’t replaying over and over and over in your head. 

“Fine,” you finally whisper in response. “Go.”

And he does.

You hear the blanket get yanked off the back of the couch. The muttered curse as he flops down onto the cushions too hard. The couch creaks under the weight of him, but otherwise the rest of your flat goes still. You’re left standing there in the kitchen with now cold curry in your hands, wondering what the hell even just happened. So gently, you place the takeout container down onto the counter and make your way back to your shared bedroom.  

And you just sit in bed alone. Your knees hugged to your chest, blinking back angry tears. You could go out there, pull him back in, make him fucking talk to you about this— but he’s shut down now. You remind yourself that he does this from time to time. Remind yourself he gets inside his own head and starts kicking down the walls, tearing through everything before you can patch the first hole up.

You’re too tired to stay upright, so you lie down. And you wait.

Eventually, the thoughts in your head die down. And all you can hear is the creak of your old couch when he shifts his body. You’d rather be hearing anything else right now. There’s a soft thump when he pulls the blanket tighter around him. You stare at the ceiling, hands crossed over your belly, and really try not to cry.

And it’s not long before you hear the padding of heavy footsteps coming down the hall. You close your eyes and then you can hear the hesitant squeak of your bedroom door opening.

You don’t move one bit. You just continue lying still, facing the wall.

Michael slips into the room quietly like he’s trying not to wake you. Then the mattress dips down behind you as he climbs in under the blankets slowly. He smells like stale cigarette smoke and the faintest trace of the fancy bathroom soap your mother had given as a gift, like he washed his face and didn’t bother drying it all the way.

He doesn’t say anything at all at first. He just leans in close to you and presses a kiss to the back of your neck. It’s soft. Quiet. Akin to an apology. Then you feel his arm slide around your waist under the duvet. His voice is barely a whisper, brushing against your skin, when it comes. It’s thick and heavy as if he’d been crying just a bit. “‘M sorry.”

You don’t turn around, but you reach for his hand that’s now resting at your hip and lace your fingers through his tightly. “I know you are,” you say softly.

“I was a dickhead.” You were.

“You were upset.” Don’t make excuses for him. 

There’s silence between you for a moment— stretching thin with uncertainty— but not as tense as before. The only sound in the room is the hum of the box fan in the window. Michael runs hot at night, and it helps just a little. Then he lets out a breath, shaky, quiet, almost indiscernible. You feel his forehead rest gently against your shoulder blade and his lips brush your skin once more. His fingers curl around yours just a little tighter. “I just… I dunno, darlin’. You’re too good for me. It feels like everyone else knows it, too. And I’m just playin’ house. Waitin’ for you to get sick of playin’ pretend.”

That one hurts for your heart to hear.

You turn in his arms slowly, finally, and then face him in the dark. From the moonlight shining through the window, you can see that his eyes are red-rimmed, lashes wet. You don’t bring it up. You don’t need to. You just cup his cheek with one hand  and whisper, “Michael, you’re the only one I want. You know that, don’t you?”

He nods, just barely.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you tell him quietly, your thumb brushing his cheekbone. “No matter how jealous of my coworkers you get. No matter how many times you try to push me away. You’re stuck with me.”

He gives a short, broken laugh. Then he shakes his head.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. You’re mine. I’m yours. That’s it.”

He pulls you close to his chest, burying his face in the crook of your neck. He wants to be as close as he can. And he tries to press closer, his body flush against yours, like he’s trying to crawl inside you and stay there forever.

“I love you,” he whispers. “So fuckin’ much it hurts sometimes.”

You kiss the crown of his head, your arms sliding around him to just hold him as comfortingly as you can. “I love you, too. Even when you’re an asshole.”

“Yeah. I know.”

His grip on your waist tightens, and this time, when sleep comes and pulls you under, it takes you both with it. Tethered together in each other’s arms. Safe and reassured.

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[sturnixblogger]

you didn’t stay || matt x chris sturniolo ||

00: the message that broke me

summary: You’ve always been close with the triplets, but Matt has always meant something more. He flirts, he forgets, and you’re left breaking in silence. Nick sees what you dont’t. And when feelings blur the line between friendship and something more… will your heart survive what he won’t admit? And can chris fill that ache in your heart?

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warnings: no Smut this part (18+), heavy angst, tension, emotional confusion, jealousy, swearing, friends-to-lovers, one-sided love (or is it?), fluff sprinkled between the damage

Matt’s laugh echoed across the room. But not because of me. Not for me. He sat on the couch with a blonde pretty girl. Obviously just another one of his “fucks and dips.” You been friends for so long, but you always had a soft spot for him. As yall grew up, Matt became more distant. Always going out and not spending time with the triplets and you. Always bringing girls home but never seeing them again after that.

You and the triplets went to this party they were invited to, but they obviously asked you to tag along. You sat in the corner alone while Chris and Nick were chatting with other people at the party. Across the room there was Matt and another girl. She was like perfect. Blonde, long thick hair. Skinny and pretty all in one. She was like a teenage dream. You saw them all up on each other, giving each other kisses while they giggled. Matt glanced at you across the room, but you quickly turned your gaze somewhere else. The girl climbed in Matt’s lap, his hands traveling to her waist, smashing his lips to hers.

You couldn’t sit there and watch, so you left. You didn’t have your license, only Matt and Chris did, but you didn’t want to make Chris take you home, so you just started to walk. You pulled out your phone, noticing it was on 2 percent. “Fuck,” you mumbled under your breath, putting your phone back in your back pocket. You were pretty far from the house, and it was dark, so you couldn’t really see. You seemed you were walking far too long, and you didn’t even notice where you were. The music that was loud got further and further away until you couldn’t hear it anymore.

When you did leave the party, it was around 11:33 PM. You decided to check the time, and when you pulled out your phone it said 2:12 AM. You got lost in your thoughts, not really thinking or paying attention to where you were walking. When yall got to the party, it was at 9 something, so it was 2 hours before you decided to walk out alone. You see notifications from all three of the triplets.

Before you can even respond to any of them, your phone dies. Matt’s messages hurt. He was being rude, but the last one felt like your heart being ripped out. Why was he being so mean? Did he ever maybe think for a second he was the reason I left? Nick’s messages showed worry but a little frustration, but cared. A valid reaction from your best friend. But Matt’s was just plain out rude. Didn’t seem to care where you were, which hurt. Chris was super kind and gentle and loving. Made you feel a certain way. What was it?

But Matt’s message made you not want to go home. Just made you want to be alone in the darkness of the world, alone with your thoughts. You don’t know why you cared so much about Matt. Why his words cut so deep into your skin. But it just did for some odd reason. You didn’t really want to go home after that, just wanted to be alone with your thoughts. You sat down on the curb, knees up to your chest. Even if you tried to get home, the couldn’t be able to. It’s dark, and your mind is filled with other thoughts.

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Triplets POV:

We walk into the house. It’s silent. “Hey Chris, go check her room. She might be in there sleeping,” Nick says as we enter the quiet house. Chris walks up the stairs, approaching her room, hoping she was there. But she wasn’t.

“Fuck,” Chris mumbles under his breath before calling back downstairs. “She isn’t there,” Chris says, sitting down on the couch, joining his brothers.

“Hey, what did yall say to her when yall texted?” Nick says. He knew you were sensitive and might be the reason you aren’t home. They show each other the messages.

“Wait, she read them?” Chris says, looking at Nick’s phone. Until Nick reads the last three sentences of Matt’s last message to her, his head snaps up at him. Matt knows.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? You’re such a dickhead,” Nick says, glaring at Matt, hearing the agitation in his voice.

“Woah, what’s up? What happened?” Chris says, clearly confused not understanding why Nick snapped at Matt. Nick hands the phone to Chris, letting him read the messages. Chris’s jaw clenches reading the rude words Matt said to her. He shakes his head and looks up at Matt, clearly disgusted at who he has become.

“You’re a fucking asshole, you know that?” Chris says at Matt.

“Chris and Matt, YES YOU MATT. Go drive around and look for her,” Nick says, still staring at Matt before his gaze looks at Chris. They nod. Matt feels bad but doesn’t show it. He remains calm and keeps a straight face. They got in the car. It’s silent. They drive to where the party was and decide which way you may have taken.

“Why were you acting like that?” Chris says, his fist squeezing, legs bouncing, looking at Matt confused and upset.

Matt looks at Chris and scoffs. “What, you her guardian angel?” he says, turning his gaze back to the road.

“No. Maybe because she is our best friend and you were being an ass for no fucking reason at all. What the fuck is up with you?” Chris says, going off track, his anger worsening.

Matt doesn’t say anything. Just sits in silence, choosing not to answer, because he doesn’t even know himself. He doesn’t know why he was saying that to you. He just did.

“Wait, slow down,” Chris says, sitting up, squinting, trying to see the figure sitting down.

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Back to Y/N POV:

I see a car pull up, not thinking anything of it, until two people get out. It’s Matt and Chris.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Chris says as he walks up to me, bringing me into his embrace.

“Yo, what the fuck is wrong with you? You’re so fucking stupid, having everybody worry about you! You’re so selfish!” Matt says, grabbing my arm to take me back to the car.

I feel a hand grab my waist, pulling me back.

“Matt, get the fuck off of her. What’s your fucking problem?” Chris says, stepping in front of me, face to face with Matt.

💌a/n: first chapter🥹

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[americasfavoritelesbian]

KILL BILL

pairs : caitlin clark x reader in which : yall dated the same person , so you get revenge ?? ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ MASTERS LIST || #IOWAWBB

caitlin clark x reader . ( nsfw ahead ) ( suggestion themes ) ( age gap ) ( 18+ ) enjoy🫶🏽 .

you never thought the first time you’d meet caitlin would be under these circumstances. not at some party. not at a bookstore, reaching for the same copy of something smart and soul-shattering. not with flushed cheeks and heartbeats syncopating.

but in the back booth of a nearly-empty bar, both of you staring down the same phone screen. the same texts. from the same person. your now-ex.

“you dated them too?” she asks, voice sharp like she already knows the answer.

you nod, swallowing the bitter taste of it. “three months. and you?”

“longer,” she says. “long enough to feel stupid.”

you let out a breathy laugh that doesn’t quite reach your eyes. “cheers to feeling stupid.”

your drinks clink softly. hers is whiskey. yours is whatever was cheapest.

the silence that follows isn’t awkward. it’s thick. loaded.

“they said i was crazy,” you say eventually. “for thinking there was someone else.”

“they told me i was boring,” caitlin replies, looking dead ahead. “said they wanted someone more... 'adventurous.'”

you snort. “well. they’re about to get an adventure.”

her eyes cut toward you. “are you thinking what i’m thinking?”

you don’t answer with words. you just lean in a little, enough to test the tension. it sparks.

two weeks later, revenge has a lipstick-stained plan and a playlist to match. you and caitlin meet in secret. not like you’re hiding. but like you like having something that’s yours.

you trade stories. trade notes. trade smirks.

and one night, after wine and a few lingering glances too long, you trade something else.

you’re on her couch, legs tucked under you, and she’s leaned just close enough for her perfume to melt into your skin.

“do you think they’d hate this?” you murmur, fingers brushing her knee.

her voice is lower now. “which part?”

you lean closer. “us. together.”

her smile is slow, a little dangerous. “oh, they’d hate it.”

“good.”

your lips meet hers in a kiss that starts soft and curious, then grows—quickly—into something hotter, something impatient and full of teeth.

caitlin pulls you into her lap, hands on your hips like she’s trying to memorize the shape of revenge in human form.

your lips break for air, but your hands don’t.

“you sure?” she asks, voice husky.

you nod, already reaching for the hem of her shirt. “i’ve never been more sure.”

and when you’re tangled in her sheets, when her name is the only one your mouth remembers how to say, you realize something—

this isn’t just payback. this is release. this is claiming what your ex tried to ruin. this is control, handed to each other like a shared secret.

the next morning, you wake up to her tracing lazy circles on your back.

“you know,” she whispers, “we should send a thank you card.”

you laugh into her shoulder. “for cheating on us?”

she smirks. “no. for giving us the best idea we’ve ever had.”

PART TWO // LOADING

☆ ~LULU SPEAKS // GUYSS IM FINALLY BACK HOME FROM NYC

[craziertogether]

i hate mike wheeler hate.

as a former mike lover turned mike disliker turned mike wheeler defender for life. i have to say it, mike hate is SO forced.

they’re are so many worse characters in the show to hate on but for some reason the GA loves to claim that mike is amongst the worst character’s in the show and their argument is like 3 things.

1) mike is poorly written post season 2. okay so you actually missed the entire point but okay! whether or not mike is queer, which lets be honest, it logically makes the most sense for that to be the case. the duffers did NOT just drop/forget about one of the greatest main characters in netflix history. if we remove mike’s queerness from the equation, the duffers logically forgetting about mike who played the most integral part in the first 2 seasons would be the biggest fumble of the CENTURY. mike was the most loved for his bravery, commitment to the party, and unfortunately being el’s boyfriend. but it’s so clear that mike and will are definitely favored by netflix over dustin and lucas. thus, this decline in mike’s character absolutely MUST mean something huge has to happen for mike’s character. and if we look logically at his blatant queer coding, mike is queer. this is where his story is headed. not down but up as he starts to have self realization. logically this also aligns with will’s story of self acceptance, he knows he loves mike romantically, he doesn’t need any more acceptance of his sexual identity, he needs to either have his love reciprocated or rejected. (likely reciprocated otherwise m*leven is the most lame ending to the show’s ending)

2) mike has been a horrible boyfriend to el/doesn’t deserve her. what gets me about this argument is that it’s actually mostly from actual m*leven shippers who hate mike but like the ship. i’ve already been on a whole ass rant about this here:

but firstly, your perception of love is seriously warped. but also how can you HATE one part of the relationship and still expect them to work out in endgame? this is clearly not a couple worth rooting for as it has a character that you believe mistreats his own girlfriend and lacks depth. and you still think they should stay together for the sake of… what exactly? being together bc they were together from the beginning, hate to say it but your first partner will almost never be your last. i’ve also heard the argument that, they hate him post season 2-3 because he became distant but they know the duffers will magically rewrite depth to their relationship and make them endgame. again hate to say it, but the duffers then suck at writing. why wait 5 whole seasons to give your characters in a relationship actual depth and complexity when you managed to give it to lumax IN ONE? it’s illogical to start doing it now unless you could make mike genuinely a god and somehow manage to not make it feel out of place. (whole rant about this on my page already, but will and mike aside from narratively making sense have so much built up tension and feelings that would literally manage to resolve the errors in m*leven as a couple and the weird behavior of mike for two whole seasons)

3) he’s just so annoying for not being able to choose between el & will. oh my lord. this, THIS is the one that gets me. if you’re able to acknowledge byler and still somehow hate mike. YOU ARE DONE. do you hear me. that is genuinely the worst argument for hating mike by FAR. mike is a 14-15 year old boy canonically in the show. in what universe would it make any sense to manage to force mike to just resolve his entire character arc in 10 seconds. mike’s entire character arc revolves around his queer attraction/feelings, internalized homophobia, & forced conformity. mike’s a survivor, had the most insane case of survivor’s guilt AND internalized homophobia in the show. (robin coming out scene & will admitting his own feelings before mike BEFORE GTA6 is insane work). mike has done quite literally nothing except try to be there for those around him, he’s a brat and has an attitude but if you’re saying you’ve never had one before you’re a liar or you’re a liar bc mike is literally a cutie patootie, he’s got unpacked trauma from years of fighting monsters, society pressuring him to be masculine and straight, his own family making him feel worthless and weird for his relationship with will, watching his love of his life best friend being dragged out of a quarry, chard by federal agents? a girl he tried to save being a annihilated in front of him and she didn’t return for over a year, watched billy die, and so many people i. his town go missing bc they’re not human and are actually just melded pieces of flesh for the mindflayer’s body, shot at by government agents, literally had to bury a dead body, watched his own girlfriend over and over fight for her life and fail to save people and tried to be there for her, saw a completely deformed max fighting for her life, saw YET ANOTHER person come back from the dead (hopper). and you’re telling me you think he should just find time to reject the girl who makes him think he is normal for the person who actually makes him feel that way when everyone and thing around him has been telling him that’s the wrong choice. you think he has time to genuinely just make the choice to drop everything because his heart wants it, he’s not the brave 12 year old he was in season 1, he’s not running after will because this time will is not dead. he’s accepting himself which is scarier to him than will being dead.

in conclusion, STOP THE MIKE WHEELER HATE. he deserves grace equally as much as will does. i love you mike wheeler, if you have 0 fans i am dead.

(p.s. i don’t want to see “mike deserves to suffer the most during s5” content. i.e. making him lose will in real life and/or lose el. i love angst, make him get vecna’d, make him maybe get injured but death/losing will or el or nancy is CRAZY. mike wheeler deserves happiness too.)

[lovelyinhell]

duplicitous - part one

primary tags: heeseung x f!reader, jake x f!reader, heeseung x jake x f!reader secondary tags: darker themes, a lot of anger from the two male leads (its kinda hot tho :3), smut, vouyerism, masturbation, mxm themes, degrading (kinda? depends on what you consider that is), mean jake, heeseung is a loser (who get bitches tho), family tension, stepcest, multiple sexual encounters ( i think maybe 2 in this part), and more to be added in later parts!

synopsis: jake and heeseung have grown to hate each other, but can their relationship be mended by a lil fucking around with the help of a friend?

word count: 2218 words

side notes: there's more than likely grammatically errors since this is tumblr yall.... not a research paper!!! don't come at me for the excess and inappropriate usage of commas, quotations, and other writing devices... im just a girl :(

heeseung and jake. two brothers bonded together by the marriage of their respective parents. their relationship started in kiddie soccer games where jake’s father had coached the youth of the wealthy socialite circle that heeseung’s mother was all but disgusted with. that small connection between their parents is what led to the two becoming brothers. but the two had very distorted emotions for the other.

heeseung was the oldest of the pair and with that, he was treated as capable of withstanding difficulties. jake was “inexperienced” in such abilities as his father liked to put. jake had lost his mother before he even got to know her. she had died while carrying him and jake had felt the burn of his father’s resentment ever since.

jake’s once appreciative and admiring view on heeseung was now one of jealousy and a twisted yearning. it was weird in jake’s mind, how a friend he once loved to watch run with a ball turned into a dislike that he masked with envy. 

he was not alone in his dislike for his brother; heeseung had felt similar emotions. from losing his father at a young age, he was made the man of a household that only consisted of his mother and himself. the restriction of child labor laws didn’t limit heeseung’s ability to provide for himself. he maintained a rigid schedule throughout his high school years, maintaining his near perfect scores and working late hours for construction gigs. he had grown to become self-reliant from early on. 

which was why jake had been a person of unadulterated hate to heeseung. jake had it easy. jake had someone who was capable of shielding the harsh realities of the world which allowed him the delight of simplicity and youth. he was not given that, instead heeseung was given a mother who’s whole life was depended upon a dead soldier who found serving his country more important than serving a family. heeseung’s mother had then turned to indulgently spending her time on filling the gaping void in herself, whether through paying for services or seducing men who had grown interested in a woman who had always looked in a state of anguish. 

the moment that jake and his father had step foot into his family home, he knew that his life would forever be a suffocating one… that was until he met you. 

his first year of college was incredible, so freeing and flexible. he no longer had any serious responsibilities and was allowed to truly indulge himself in the world of drugs, partying, sex, and other taboos. heeseung was no stranger to these vices but chose to keep far away from them as the temptation of falling into them while also maintaining a high gpa in highschool were impossible to manage. with the very limited free time he did have however, he slept with any girl eager to strip themselves of clothing in his presence. heeseung’s charm was one that he managed to perfect, thanks in part to the morning afters where his mother’s “friends” enjoyed in providing a sort of faux-fatherly advice on women to a young heeseung. 

heeseung wouldn’t label himself a player as most women were aware of his notorious reputation however this didn’t stop many of them from believing they were “special”, but you truly were in his eyes.

your stone cold demeanor and soft features were what drew in both heeseung and his roommate. you never really drew attention to yourself, but heeseung couldn’t help seeking your presence in any class he had. you were distant from others, but never shy. first to be in class and first out. heeseung nevers sees you with anyone, heck he doubts you have friends. but your so…. you. you sit directly in the center of the lecture hall and heeseung knows this because he intentionally sits 2 rows above your seat. watching you attentively watch professor sunghoon teach. 

maybe too attentively… 

both heeseung and his roomate made a bet on who would be first to seduce and unfortunately heeseung’s roommate had won. his roommate made sure to thoroughly detail how “soft” and “innocent” you had been. noting how you were more than likely a virgin and completely unaware of how “rough sex” would be like. heeseung had to restrain himself from physically recoiling at the remarks his roommate was spewing. what did the guy know about having experience? he had only just lost his virginity at orientation week and now considered himself the expert at sex? 

heeseung was not completely over you, he had wanted to properly please you. to show you the ways of sex and how much more fulfilling and all consuming good sex would be like. lucky for him the following week was halloweekend and the slutty costumes that both genders had wore gave the perfect chance for heeseung to show to you his acclaimed abilities.

the party was at jay’s parents mansion which by comparison to heeseung’s house was on an entirely different level of wealth. heeseung and jay were good friends in highschool, not that close but close enough to talk to about their shitty rich parents. heeseung had dressed up as ghostface minus any sort of clothing that would provide him warmth during October’s chilly weather. he sent a text earlier in the week, inviting you to jay’s party. it had been 3 days and all heeseung got back was the words seen and no written reply on whether you would appear.

heeseung had spent most of the party in a pissy mood, completely neglecting the many other women who were drawn to his shirtless ghostface attire. he had simply just grown infatuated with you. he couldn’t accept the fact that you had chosen his roommate over him, losing a chance at losing your virginity to a man who could provide you with the most toe-curling orgas-

in the corner of his eye, he saw the back of a familiar head with a shorter woman trailing behind him. 

what the fuck is jake doing here? and why the fuck does his company’s ass look so delectable? 

heeseung was always aware of the girls that jake was screwing, he made it his mission to know. there was this level of power he felt in controlling his brother’s life, the type of control that made him ecstatic. he would intentionally plead with the girls he screwed to go and seduce his brother, he convinced them that jake was having a “hard time right now”, but truthfully? he secretly enjoyed listening to what jake was like in bed.

their rooms were right next to each other so heeseung only assumed it was right to listen in because what if his brother needed assistance? 

“jakey you’re so big… i don’t think that’s gonna fit in me.. f-fuckkk” the girl yelped as jake shoved his raging boner into her. “i spent… f-fucking… who knows how long…. playing with your pussy, the least you could do…. is let me f-fuck that pretty hole of yours” heeseung’s hands now traveled down his own body, feeling warmth from listening to an angry horny jake. 

the now muffled moans of the girl, the slapping sounds of sex, and held back whines of jake had given heeseung the hardest boner he has ever had. jake’s a whiner? heeseung couldn’t control himself. he got down to floor, getting close to the open space by the wall. sliding down his navy blue plaid pants and getting on his knees, he presses his ears against the cold white wall. the sounds were now more easily heard, fuck my tip is already leaking. heeseung began slowly stroking his now hardened and sensitive cock.

“s-shut the fuck u-up…. heeseung ‘s gonna hear you sweetheart. how do you think he’s gonna react to you…. taking his younger brother’s cock?” he says breathlessly, still maintaining his speed. heeseung is at first spooked by his brother’s random mention of him, but his hands never leave his cock. the once slow strokes become tighter and faster as heeseung could no longer edge himself to jake’s activities. 

“jake! j-jake! fuck jakey please let me cum” the girl whines and heeseung also feels the buildup of release coming over him. “hold it”, heeseung stills. fuck just let me cum man, the girl is a mess as heeseung hears her voice breaking, consumed with desperate pleas. “j-jakey please.. i need you to let me cum… i-i can’t take anymore of this” the girls pleas cause jake to twitch inside of her, finding it cute to see such a helpless girl underneath him. jake slows slightly, “since you’re asking so s-sweetly, i’ll let you cum dear… but it’s gonna cost ya..”, jake then with all the strength left in him, pounds the girl’s pussy. heeseung hears this so clearly and fuck his hand is already beating his sensitive cock and milking the cum he’s been holding on. it spills out, pouring all over his cock and even drips onto his pants. heeseung is panting, having not felt that pure rush in what seemed like forever. the sound of pounding continues, the girl's once vocal pornographic moans now turned into unintelligible grunts as if her ability to moan was costing her too much energy. “t-take it all. fuck you’re such a good cum bucket for me…. oh fuck yes yes yes let my seed impregnate your womb with good sperm… bet heeseung never got you like this huh?”

heeseung  furrows his eyebrows as he recalled the memory, unable to determine whether that was the great orgasm he has ever had or if he’s a fucking weirdo for listening to his younger brother pour out his cum in a girl he previously fucked. either way… it was-  

heeseung had decided to follow jake and his mystery woman, making sure not get to close and alert jake of his presence. 

jake’s costume was of the joker variety, particularly inspired by jared leto’s portrayal of the character. the girl he had with him had a dark latex nurse outfit, which perfectly accentuated the round and firmness of the woman’s ass. fuck… i need that, heeseung is entirely entranced by the mystery woman jake is with. his desire to learn more about her increases as jake and her both walk into one of the many bedrooms in jay’s mansion. 

the darkness of the house for the party’s ambiance allowed heeseung to stand directly in front of the door without alerting jake and the hot nurse of his presence. heeseung watches as the two figures begin making out.

“fuck… i can’t get enough of you…”, jake moans as he dives back into the hot nurse’s mouth. the hot nurse presses her index finger to jake’s plush lips before flickering the plumpness of them. “open that mouth for me… jakey… you said you’d do anything i ask…. right baby?” fuck her voice…. sounds so…. jake rubs his hard on that couldn’t help but ache in his pants and begins to follow the hot nurse’s command. he opens his mouth so pornographically… it’ll fit my… “good boy… wow.. to think all i had to do to get your attention was wear this slutty outfit… tsk tsk tsk… should i show up to our tutoring lessons like this?” 

fuck this girl is hot….. but why does she sound so much like- 

jake sucks on the nurse’s finger thoroughly, making sure to slobber them with his drool and lust. heeseung can’t see the woman’s face but her moans of approval give heeseung a clear indication of her delight. she retracts her fingers and jake whines, his head unknowingly following her finger. what a fucking los- heeseung reminded himself of the position he was in and how he truly was the loser in this case, watching his brother get his dick wet while the one girl he was interested in had completely ghosted him. true and real loser activities. 

while heeseung was in deep reflection, he completely missed jake grabbing the hot nurse and pinning her onto the bed. “fuck y/n… please let me fuck you now, ive been waiting for so…” he peppers kisses on her foot and ankle “sooo…” he continues kissing her up, getting to her thighs. heeseung is truly amazed, who did jake learn this from? wait.. “so long to get you here..” jake eventually gets himself right in front of her already clothed core. “you got me here? jakey… don’t mess this up with your ego. you know you’re only here cause i called you… right? your desperate ass just can’t get enough of me and so you hurried out of that boring highschool party and drove yourself across town to my house to pick me up. im the reason you’re here, baby… act like it ” 

heeseung freezes. his young brother who not only crashed into his already dysfunctional life, lives up to no unrealistic expectations, and has no real responsibilities; has y/n with him in bed. his y/n. heeseung is fuming, not only does jake have everything else handed to him, thanks to the privilege of becoming heeseung’s mom’s favorite son, he gets the one girl heeseung wants. for fucks sake! 

heeseung controls his anger, not wanting to explode out and get caught by jake and the hot nurse, y/n.

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[daysoftheyears]

Heyy! I sent you a request of Hamzah wearing the black mesh mask and it can smut if you feel comfortable or it could be a heat up argument which ever makes u comfortable!

Thank you!

I LOVE YOU

This is a great request soo i decided to do an argument and smut in one! hope yall like it

TW: This story contains smut and arguing (p in v, kissing, fingering) It also contains descriptions of alcohol, proceed with caution.

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Your boyfriend Hamzah, invited you to a party that him and Martin would be wearing black mesh pantyhose masks. He didn’t really explain why but you figured it was for some sort of content. You were wearing a sexy mini dress with some heels. You were in the car with Hamzah, dancing in your seat to the music being played. You pulled up to the party and inside there was already drinking, smoking and people making out on couches. 

You split from Hamzah and Martin to go hangout with some friends you saw. Music blasting through the house you could feel the floor and walls shaking. Feeling a bit tipsy, you decided you needed some air you pushed through the crowd to go outside. You finally made it through and was about to go outside, and that's when you saw him. 

Hamzah was talking to another girl.

You were pissed. You normally don't get jealous like this, but the drinks you've had made you a different person. You walked straight up to Hamzah and pushed his shoulder slightly.  

“You can find someone else to ride home with! I'm calling an uber.” Your finger was in his face and he was confused as ever. He put your hand down and waved off his friend. 

“Babe, what's wrong?” Your hand is still in his down by your side as he talks to you. His voice is calm trying not to make a bigger scene than you already have. You scoff in his face and reply with,

“Don't act like you don’t know. Talking to other bitches huh?” He dropped his shoulders and rolled his eyes. 

“It's not even like that baby, she's just a friend, I promise.”

Hearing this you wanted to cry. I mean, you were his friend once and now you're his girlfriend. 

“Hamzah take me home.” He sighs and nods his head. You walk out to the car and Hamzah takes a minute to come out because of fans wanting a picture and him saying bye to Martin.

The drive home was silent. Tension bubbling. You were coming to your senses and wanted to apologize, but given the vibe you chose not to. Looking out the window you can feel Hamzah put his hand on your thigh. You smirk a little bit. 

“Hamzah get your hand off me.” 

“But why tho? Like I promise she was just a friend.” 

You finally turn to look at him and he's still wearing that stupid black mesh mash. Making him look funny, you giggle to yourself. 

“I'm not kidding like she really was. I would never do that to you-”

He started rambling but you weren't listening. Still focused on the fact he had his mask on. You sat up straight in your seat and turned towards him. Watching his mouth move inside his mask. “Hamzaaah!” You say in a teasing tone.

He stopped talking and pulled into the driveway. He turned his head to you.

“What?” 

“You still have your dumb mask on.” You laugh. You can see him realize and try to pull it off. By impulse your hands grab his hands while he tries to take it off. He drops his hand, 

“What’re you doing?” 

“Let me take it off for you.” Your hands grab the fabric on his face and pull it over his head. You look into his eyes  and lean in. Practically mouth to mouth, you give him a quick peck on the lips and get out the car, leaving him stunned from the quick action. You run into the house into the bedroom knowing he would follow. 

Just as you thought, Hamzah comes rushing in. You smile as he walks towards you.

“Girl you cant just tease me like that!” He says as he leans down into your face. Kissing you softly.  You break the kiss making him yet again confused.

“Or what?” You squint your eyes a little. He looks at you for a moment before smashing his lips into yours. You take a second, but you kiss back. The kiss starts to heat up and you picks you up and lays you on the bed. Your back laying on the soft mattress, you run your hands through his hair and down to his neck. He pulls from the kiss and goes for your neck. Kissing up and down leaving marks.

“Take your dress off.” 

“What do you say?”

“Please.” You shimmy your dress off. Leaving you exposed and hungry for more. You asked Hamzah to take off his clothes as well. In his boxers he rubs you through your underwear. 

“Fuck-Hamzah.” You jolt your hips up under his touch. He smirks and takes this as a sign to continue. He keeps going, sliding your panties to the side and slips a finger in your pussy. You squirm and moan. His fingers going in and out at a steady pace, you yearn for something bigger.

“Hamzah-”

“Yes baby?”

“Please-fuck me!” You moan out. 

“Yes ma’am” He replies. He's already hard as a rock as he pulls his boxers down. His dick springing up and slapping his stomach. He teases your folds before pushing in halfway. Hearing your gasp he waits a second to know your okay. You nod at him and he slowly goes in all the way. 

Thrusting in and out in missionary, moans and skin slapping together fills up the room.

“Fuck Hamzah im gonna-”

“Cum for me baby.”

 His fast pace movement slows down as he leans in to kiss you while you finish. 

“No girl could ever compare to you my love.” 

“I love you hamzah.” 

The next morning you woke up with a slight headache. You turned in the bed and next to you was Hamzah. Remembering the night you had, you think to yourself, I can't believe I got jealous. He's obviously mine.

[brineoffire]

Wings and Wires- Chapter 2

I've done it! This time im trying out a switch of pov :> Also! Trying to come up with a posting schedule that works for me, so ill pin that post if i actually figure one out!

Part 1-

Price marches over to the meeting room, a steady plume of smoke rising from the cigar between his lips. Barging into the room he lifts his chin, his tail swaying

gently behind him as he counts all his boys present. Ghost cross armed against the back wall. Gaz sits near the front of the

table, legs crossed on his seat. Soap sits across him, arms crossed behind his head. Lastly, Roach sits just in front of where Ghost stands, picking at his knuckles.

“Right then boys, it's an infalteration.”He says as he moves to the head of the table. The projector clicks on as he wakes up a laptop while he sits. 

"As you all know Los Panteros have been working off the coast for several months now. We've traced them back from Las Vegas and have finally been able to track their leader, Alphonse Velez. He's hosting a party at the end of this month and we're going in.” Price looks around as the others all nod or grunt in agreement. Soap is the first one to sit up and say something.

“A’right then cap’. When we doin’ this?” 

“We’re movin’ to set up recon in two weeks. Roach’ll be on overwatch with you as an escort. There known to have infernal sigils up so Ghost’ll have ta be backup while Gaz and I go undercover.”

“Cap!”  “Wai’ a sec-” “You?”

Price’s hand raises as all of them speak up at once. “Aye’ easy now you lot.”

“But sir, they’re known dragon dealers! You would be at too much of a risk!” Gaz has his palms down on the table, his wings flaring up as he speaks up.

“Right. Which is why Laswell’s got a spellcaster to cook up a disguise spell. The two dragons ‘es got are always patrolling outside, so Gaz’s scent will cover us enough to get in jus’ fine.” The rest of the room settles slowly as he presses on with his explanation.

“No more fuss now lads. We stick to the plan, get our intel, ‘n everything ‘ll be right as rain.” Soap's pointed ears pin back to his head and Gaz's feathers stay roused. Theres a low humming growl in the back of Roach’s throat as Ghost steps up behind him squeezing his shoulder in reassurance. 

“If things do go south we all move in. We aint leavin’ without makin’ sure yer outta there cap.” Price gives Ghost a nod as his gaze softens, looking from him to Roach.

“We move together. This is just recon fer now. Should be no noise so long as we stick to the plans.” The tension in the room slowly simmers back down, Price stepping over to Gaz.

“Come now birdie.” He rests a hand on the back of the harpy’s neck. “You'll be right there with me.” Gaz relaxes into the touch, his feathers smoothing out as he looks Price in the eye. His feathers ruffle up softly this time as he nods along with Price's reassurances.

"Aye cap. Up ta me ta keep ya’ safe then, yeah?” Various laughs and chuckles sound out around the room. Price crouches down to get eye to eye with him. One hand settles on Gaz's knee, the other cupping his cheek, clawed finger tips tickling his neck.

"Ata’ boy. We run this tight, get in an’

out, ‘n flush out the rats.” Gaz's wings settle on his back as he leans into Price's hand. He nods again and Price steps up to his feet again.

“Alright then. Rehearsal time lads.” Headed back to the head of the table he flips the laptop to the next slide. “The compound we've linked ‘im to is just off the North coast. Looks like a warehouse but the inside is modified into what looks like a dining hall. With what we've uncovered we know the dragons under his command are used as guards. They patrol outside during events, starting an hour before and staying out two hours after each one.” He looks over at them, catching each of their glances to make sure there are no questions. 

“Gaz ‘n I'll have false identities that Lazwell an’ ‘er team have been cultivating. Weapons dealers from overseas, setting up in the U.S. much like Alphonso has done ‘imself. I want you you all ta keep yer wits about you.We’ve got two weeks between then and now so lets get prepped for the usual.”

“Understood cap.” “Yssir.” “Right.” They all sound off their agreements, Roach even letting off several clicks of approval. They discuss ammo stocks before breaking off separately. Roach heads off with Ghost leaving Soap and Gaz to set up their restock. Price watches them go with a smile on his lips, his tail swaying contently as he lets off another puff of his cigar.. 

The weeks pass quickly, all of them keeping busy and triple checking their equipment until they finally pooled their vehicles. It only takes

about eight hours to drive to their temporary base, and setup only took another half hour. Soap and Roach focus on their electronics. Tapping into city cameras and setting up their comms. They take extra care to keep them all connected, making sure each line has a strong connection tied to communication spells as a backup.

Once it's all set up they spend the rest of the day in each other's company. Price does his best to keep the nerves down, but even with his constant reassurance and firm touches Ghost and Roach are on edge. He finds them scanning over the surveillance cameras for what could probably be the fifth or sixth time in the hour. He sets his hands on both of Ghost’s shoulders, squeezing gently and he rests his chin on the other's head.

“Easy there boys, nothins guna’ change enough for either of you to be stressin’ this much. Take a breather Si, I need both a you to save it for tomorrow night.” Roach lets off a few low chirping sounds as Ghost leans back into Price’s touch. He reaches over to Roach, his hand gently squeezing the back of his neck. 

“You’ve done more than enough for now. Take a breather fer now.” Ghost sighs but relents, turning his chair from the monitors and facing Price. 

“It’d be much easier ta relax if they didn’t have sigils up. Can’t see a damn thing through those fuckin’ walls. These are strong enough to block scents too so once Gaz and you are in there I’m cut off.” Roach trills softly, setting a hand on Ghost’s arm.

“I know, I know, but we don’t have any way of countering these sigils without our cover bein’ blown. Our comms are reinforced with sending spells so we got ears at all times. Like I said, we stick to the plan an’ theyll be nuthin ta worry about.” Ghost gives a nod and takes a deep breath. “Now cmon, the both of ya’.” Price pulls the two of them up from their seats, a hand on both of their backs leading them to the sofa that Gaz and Soap have already sprawled out on. They all shift around, Ghost ending up with Soap over his lap, Price leaning on an arm rest, legs over the length of the sofa with Gaz and Roach sitting on them as they lean on each other.

Their closeness slowly eases the rest of the tension as they wait for their window to open, a large television playing some cheesy rerun of a show they’d seen together beforehand. The time passes slowly as they all mellow out, Soap’s chatter eventually drowning out the television. Laughter fills the room as Ghost's attempts to silence him with a sofa cushion only leads to a face full of wolf drool and a high speed chase through the base. Price chuckles and pulls Roach and Gaz further onto his lap, choosing more relaxation over chasing after his rabid dogs. They all end up spending the night together in the same bedroom, Ghost dragging in a smirking Soap by the scruff as they spend the rest of the night in soft silence.

[goldfades]

Nika with Paige’s little sister, that’s all I’m thinking about 😫

─ warnings | SHORT AF! just fluff! mention of jealousy, nothin' else :)

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you and paige would be really, really close because you guys are so close in age

you guys are practically twins BUT because is the older one, she is the more protective one

especially when it comes to love interests - oh my lord, bless all your previous partners who have had to meet her (and then had to deal with her AFTER your breakup)

she like the last person your partner meet because she WILL give them the "if you hurt her..." talk. she INVENTED that talk

but of course she isn't overbearing about it, she just doesn't wanna see you get hurt yk

anyways, you met nika through paige obviously and just like that, yall clicked and became just as close as her/paige (if not more)

i feel like nika would be the first to catch feelings but it wouldn't occur to her that they were romantic feelings at first

she's like "wow! i really enjoy being around y/n and i miss her a weird amount when she's not with me... and i HATE when she brings up her love interests... or when people try to flirt with her... OH wait"

it kinda just clicks in her mind when she starts getting unreasonably jealous when people flirt with you at parties

and of course it takes her a little while for her to realize like... her feelings were def not just platonic

with you, you thought nika was GORG from the beginning and thought she was like a goddess who graced you with her presence

but you didn't catch feelings as quick as nika, it kinda took a while because in your head, you weren't exactly nika's type

but nika wasn't the best at hiding her obvious feelings for you so when you finally put two and two together, you were first very CONFUSED then it turned into flattery

then more confusion cus WHAT.

nika felt guilty because you were paige's sister and it was kind of like betraying her in a way

cus you were paige's little sister and she knew how she acted with your partners

that was the main reason why it took you both a while to admit your feelings - both of you were anxious for paige's reaction

now all this tension came to a boiling point after a very exciting game for nika, you were obviously in the stands cheering her on

and after a very exculariating win, the first thing she wanted to do was see you

then seeing you turned into kissing you

so yeah... she kissed you, which you happily recipoticated

after that, it was all a blur - you both were just so high off one another that paige wasn't even an concern anymore

and after that, you guys became closer than ever which didn't go unnoticed by paige

of course, she confronts you

you tried to lie to her but ended up fessing up because paige knew you too well

then paige GOT PISSED AND CUT YOU BOTH OFF

jk ofc not

paige is not like that at all - first of all, she was not even surprised because she knew you too well and she knew it was bound to happen

she was so sure it would happen, she took bets with kk and azzi on how long it would take for yall to get together (and of course, paige won cus she's just like that)

you and nika were all like oh! so we wasted months of being scared of telling paige only for her to react not only well, but generally very excited for you two?

but yaya! happy ending!!!!!!

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[flw3rrr]

Ruined by me, known forever

Paring: Billy the kid x fem!reader

18+ Mdni NSFW

Warnings: Smut, Cursing, Choking (not hard), Blood, PnV (wrap it up yall), Oral (Fem receiving ) short Alcohol usage, cream pie, degrading, whore shaming. (please be free to let me know if anything else is needed to be added💖) No description of reader

(I've never written full on smut only like shorts so this should be a fun way to learn, NOT PROOFREAD sorry for any typos)

word count: 2.3k

Summary: You've known Billy for quite a while. Knowing him best, and him knowing you. You've both seemed to have something deep within you both, desperately seeking to know one another's feelings. Until Billy hears your father had put you in an arranged marriage with some wealthy man. leading him to Take you to bed.

Billy was walking down the dirt road, face all bloody after a fight in the saloon. His face was all sore, possibly even with a broken nose on the side. The fight started after someone tried framing Billy as cheating during a game of poker, which led to a messy fight.

Walking down, the crickets made their common noise. stinging feeling around his jaw after being punched to the point of blacking out. Getting up onto his horse, Billy had only one thing on his mind to ease this aching pain he felt. He wanted to see you. wanting to feel the warmth of your body and hear your sweet voice, which he so much admired.

He got up on his horse and began to start his journey to your house. It wasn't far, but it took some time to arrive, just in time for him to gain a bit of his consciousness back. In order to see you, it had been some time since you both were with each other. Billy had been busy with his own things involving Jesse and his gang. doing whatever work needed to be done, getting money, or getting beaten the shit out of over the smallest things.

As for you, you just did whatever society lets women do. It wasn't much, of course. There were book clubs reading silly romance books, doing embroidery on the side, or some parties you were luckily invited to. But nowadays, life doesn't offer much; the only thing that was set for women was marriage, becoming a school teacher, or, if you were brave enough, becoming an outlaw.

Just then, Billy sees the faint house across the horizon. The only light to be seen was the one around the house. porch lights on and near the farm house that carried the horses. As the minutes passed and he got closer, he could feel his desire grow more and more. the desire to see you and to hold you in his arms.

Leaving his horse in a hidden spot away from eyes who may see his horse, those eyes being your father, who didn't really like Billy and wanted him to be as far away from you as possible, but that never worked out as you both found a way to be within another's company. Enjoying every little moment, even if it was a quick hello or a wave across the dirt road from the small town. Nothing really happened between you both, like romance or something. but you both could feel the thick tension between you both. A little stare into one another's eye for a hot moment, but nothing went as far as you both quietly prayed for.

Seeing the outline of your body through the lace curtains, he threw a tiny rock at the wall, gaining your attention. He couldn't knock at the door; if he wanted to, your father would hear and possibly come with a shotgun, leaving Billy with a hole through his head. No, he didn't want to risk that, especially if you would have to see it. So while waiting, you opened your curtains along with the window, looking down at Billy. Gasping at the sight of him seeing his bloody face almost dry up, looking more ruined than ever.

“Billy, Oh my god what has happened to you?” you uttered out. Looking in a state of shock and concern.  

Billy looked at you as he sighed, moving his neck around in discomfort. "Just some silly fight. No reason to be worried," he groaned as he started to climb up to your window. Meeting you face-to-face and giving you a quick peck on your cheek before moving you out of the way carefully before he sat on your bed, inhaling as he relaxed. As you hurried out of your bedroom quickly, returning with a wet rag, taking his face with your hand, and carefully dabbing it over the blood. Hissing as it stung, you let out a quiet apology. His blue eyes were looking into yours as you tried to be as careful as possible not to hurt him anymore.

"Well, you know how I feel when you get injured like this. breaks me every time. You know how I feel about you. when seeing you like this." Stopping your actions as you looked at him for a moment, silence loomed over both of you, the heat outside looming in. "I know, but both of us know we can't stop what happens," he said softly. Glancing at your ring finger as you continue working on cleaning him. A shiny engagement ring sits, looking as if it were expensive. and it possibly was.

Leaning up, Billy takes your left hand into his, looking at it, staring deeply, then looking back up at you with confusion all over his face. "whats this?" looking at you intensely. You stayed quiet. Ashamed to come forth about your recent engagement Your father had put you up with. It was to some young fellow man your age who was in the business and had money. He saw it as an opportunity to gain more money for both sides. "Uhm, Billy, I'm engaged. It wasn't my choice; it was my father's. I didn't want it, but he said I had to go through with it." You uttered out, looking at him ashamed. It hurt you deeply knowing your heart belonged to Billy and Billy only, yet he didn't know that.

Looking at you with Sympathy, then back down to the ring that sat there, looking back at him, mocking him Then back to you. "Do you love him?" He asked. He seemed heartbroken. Some would take it as if he felt upset that he'd be losing a friend, but no, he would lose someone he loved. You let out a huff, shaking your head. "Are you mad? Of course I don't, because I know he would not love me. It is not fair that I was put into this thing." Looking at him, quite offended that he'd ask you such a silly question. "Listen," he stuttered, trying to find his words and the correct way to word them out. "I'm not really sure how to say this, but I'd be damned to see you marrying another man. I just cannot stand the thought of you loving someone who's not me."

Becoming stunned by what you hear, your heart starts to beat faster than ever. wondering if your ears heard what you heard, or just deceiving you. Billy looks at you with desperation. Taking his hand to cradle your cheek, he looks into your eyes, filled with desire. "Billy, you know we can't," you whispered, feeling the heat and tension grow thicker. "I know, but I can tell from the way you look at me that some days you feel the way I do." Slowly moving your hand up, you wrap your hand around his wrists, looking at him, frowning but sighing. "Billy, please..." you beg. wishing him to give you the memory you'll keep in your head forever.

"As long as you agree, I'll give you whatever you want. I'll make sure I'm known forever. That way, you'll know who was the one who took your innocence." His finger is grazing across your lip. Looking at you with an intense look of burning desire Getting tired of waiting, you slam your lips against his. His tongue is fighting against yours as he guides you to straddle him. his hand

moving to your waist, holding them tightly as you place your arms around his neck, pushing the kiss deeper and deeper. A moan slips from your mouth, leaving Billy to gain more motivation, flipping you over the bed, the skirt of your nightgown lifting up as he holds himself above you. His hand slid down, pushing the skirt up more, revealing nothing underneath.

Smirking to himself, he moves his hand to slide down your folds. Letting out a soft cry of pleasure, "I haven't even done anything yet, and you're already soaking for me, hm? Who knew you were a dirty thing?" He let out a huff before slowly lowering his head down to your core. Holding yourself up on your elbows, you watch him as his mouth lands on your folds. Your head is falling back immediately, and you are putting your hand around your mouth to silence any sound that may appear. "No, don't. I want to hear from you. I need to," Billy said as he began to suck onto your clit area. Your hand is immediately grabbing onto this hair.

The pleasure was intensified by the second, as he moved his tongue around your folds. Your moans fill his ears, and he feels himself getting harder by the second of your cries of pleasure. Feeling the heat and intense bliss of ecstasy slowly building up. "Billy im..." You said, Barely able to get a word out of you gripping onto his hair more as he began to slide his tongue more quickly against you, guiding to your release. "Let go for me, Cum for me," he said. The vibration of his voice reached your slick folds, finally making your cum around his face. 

Out of breath, you watched him lean up. The glow of your orgasm on his face was sticky and wet. He kisses you deeply, tasting yourself on his lips. Moaning into the kiss, you feel his hardness against you, grinding into You slowly, letting a deep groan out. Pulling away from the kiss, you look at him, desperately wanting to feel him inside you. "Please, I need you so bad." You whined. never thinking you'd be begging like this one day in your life. "What was that? I couldn't hear you that well." Billy smirked to himself, loving the way you begged. Rolling your eyes, you huff up the courage and speak out. "I want you to fuck me, Billy. I love you so much that I need it now or I believe I may die," you say, the blush appearing on your face.

Your words left Billy completely astonished, never thinking such words would come out of your mouth, yet they did. Quickly undoing his belt and pulling his pants down, he revealed his hard-throbbing cock. He slowly pulled you closer to him, pulling your nightgown Off exposing your breasts. Leaning down, he sucked on your breast as his other hand worked on massaging the other. Letting out another cry of moans, you tried to discreetly try to control not to awaken someone. His hands guiding your legs to wrap around his waist. Feeling him rub himself against through your soaking folds

lining himself to your entrance, looking at you once again, fully looking if you are ready and still wish to go through with this. Giving him a nod, he slowly slides in. You tightly squeeze around him, making his head throw back, biting his lip, and groaning. slowly bottoming fully out, waiting for you to adjust fully. Once you give him the sign, he starts to thrust into you hard. You let out a loud cry, praying your parents didn't hear such a dirty sound come out of you. "Yeah, take that like the dirty whore you are," his words filled up with arousal and sexual desire. Your back arches as his degrading words bring some type of feeling in you. Enjoyment? Yes, you absolutely loved it. 

His hand wrapped around your neck tightly, not tight to the point where you weren't able to breathe. No, it was at the perfect tightness. "Fuck, Oh my god... right there." You sob out as tears fall from your eyes. It was the most pleasure you felt in your entire life. You've masturbated here and there for something, but no, this was more than that. It was everything, and you didn't want it to ever stop. "How would your family be if they knew how much of a dirty slut you are, hm?" he cooed mockingly. His thrusts began to go sloppy and rough, bringing his thumb to rub your clit in a circle. "Billy, don't stop, please. Right there, I'm so close." Looking down, he sees the white, creamy ring forming around his cock.

"Come on... Cum for me. I know you want it badly. Don't hold yourself  back."He huffed out, sweat forming on his temple. His eyes were staring into yours deeply. Eyes full of love—the type of love where he would never let you go and forever call you his. But he knows that will never happen. and it is broken. Your back began to arch once more, stuttering your words as you came, with him following behind you and cumming inside of you. "Fuck..." He quietly spoke, the warmth filling up your womb. Both of you lay there, catching your breath, sweaty and sticky. Looking at each other once more before kissing him deeply. "I loved you for a while, and it hurts to know it took us so long to express our feelings." You watched him as he slid out of you before putting his pants back on.

Billy took a bottle of whiskey you hid sometimes for when he came over to drink and complain about things in life. sitting back next to you before taking a swig and hanging it on you. "Truly, but let this moment of the night be my gift for you to never forget me," he stated before whispering in your ear. "And that every time he fucks you, you'll be thinking of me instead." Kissing your neck and looking at you with an unspoken agreement between you both, you'll never forget this moment.

hoping you and he will one day be able to do this, as your future husband will be out on a business trip. You know he has a mistress anyway, so it would be fair, you thought. Kissing him once more, you'd know he'd be your safe place.

[lucdacuslady]

Can I request some Julien smut? Specifically birthday sex, like after her show they have a little party and the night goes on from there

ℐ 𝓅𝓊𝓉 𝒶 𝓈𝓅ℯ𝓁𝓁 ℴ𝓃 𝓎ℴ𝓊

OMG YES! because that sheer shirt was making me feral i fear. (THIS HAS BEEN SITTING IN MY DRAFTS SINCE EARLY OCTOBER IM SORRY YALL)

18+ Minor DNI smut under the cut

Warnings: dom! reader, dom! jb, fingering, edging, pussy eating, squirting (if you squint), lovely lovely aftercare

authors note: also, this is my first time writing smut.. bear with me 🤭💋 (also juliens turn will be part two)

today is julien’s 29th birthday and you are able to celebrate in New York of all places. lucy and phoebe also flew in for todays show and to celebrate the absolute rockstar your girlfriend has become while having such a strong start to this tour. there’s been many cakes, many kisses directed towards the brunette and it’s overall such a great day.

you’re sitting in her dressing room catching up with lucy and phoebe while she’s getting ready for the set for the evening.

“hey y’all what about this?” julien says walking out of a smaller room in the space wearing a standard all black outfit (typical julien) but her dress shirt is sheer, revealing her black binder and peaks of her tattoos underneath the sheer fabric.

your jaw falls open completely disconnected from the conversation that was previously being said. all you can think about is what is underneath that shirt.

“oh jb is getting some tonight” phoebe says being her standard instigating self as you get you up and make your way towards the shorter brunette.

“you look so handsome baby” you say to her, swiping some stray hair that’s gotten in her face. you pull her into a hug and whisper into her ear. “i can’t wait to take this off of you tonight baby” you say as julien mouth then drop’s open.

“OH JB IS DEFINITELY GETTING SOME TONIGHT” phoebe yells with lucy giggling beside her.

“she’s not wrong birthday girl” you add into julien ear.

her grip tightens around your waist she growls into your ear

“keep it up princess and you won’t be able to say anything at all” she says. your grip tightens around her neck.

“hey horndogs, keep it in your pants” lucy says giggling

“have a good show baby, i’ll see you after” you say kissing julien. the kiss last way longer than it should have and you swore you heard julien moan into the kiss.

“i love you princess” she says as she heads out to the stage.

“love you more jb!” you say waving after her. the door closing behind her

“oh a good show it will be for sure. she’s going to be too busy thinking about what’s gonna happen after the afterparty if you know what i mean” phoebe says jabbing your side

“shuttttt uppppp” you say giggling with the other two.

during the show you could not take your eyes off julien, all you could think about was her abs through the sheet top, seeing her muscles of her arms more defined through the black fabric. she did phenomenal.

during the after party, she could not take her hands off of you. constantly her arms wrapped around your waist. hands gripping your thigh only making the fire in your lower abdomen grow and grow even deeper than before.

“do you want to get out of here baby?” you whisper into her ear, as you’ve practically mingled with each person in attendance and you truly want to celebrate not only the show from tonight but also her birthday.

“god yes” she says back to you. the both of you give your irish goodbyes and leave hand in hand.

the uber ride back to the hotel is silent and full of tension. juliens tattooed fingers wrapped around your thigh, essentially clenching it, as if suddenly you’d disappear. you get out of the uber and wait for julien to grab some of her things from the trunk.

“you ready my love?” you say as julien takes out her hand, begging you to take it.

the elevator ride up to the hotel room was hot, heavy, and you know that saying when one gets nervous “just imagine everyone with their clothes off” accept you weren’t nervous, you were soaked.

once you’ve reached julien’s hotel room she goes in her pocket to pull out the hotel key, unlocks it before looking at you, locking eyes once again. her pupils blown filled with desire, not saying a word.

the door opens, and immediately you’re pulled inside and pinned against the door, julien kicking your legs apart, standing between them. julien is kissing down your neck, leaving marks, bites, kisses as she goes down. you grab at her shirt collar. unbuckling her belt, untucking her shirt.

“did you make the conscious choice to wear this shirt today baby, knowing it would put you in this position?” you say unbuttoning her shirt very gently, trying to not only edge her on but knowing she would be so upset that one of her show tops got ruined but your sexual needs.

“oh absolutely princess” she says still attacking your neck.

“good as long as we are on the same page” you state, switching your position, julien now against the door. you can feel like she’s about to protest, that her best gift will simply be you but you stop her before she even gets the chance. “it’s your birthday julien, let me treat you baby” you say.

“oh assumed as such, but as it is my birthday after all… my request is that you go first” she says, giving you that cocky smirk…

“fuck, okay” you say smashing your lips into hers, she pushes you onto the bed, lifting up your dress to your abdomen, before look at you, raising her brow asking if it was okay to undress you, a true gentleman. all you can do is nod before she continues. she takes off your dress, freeing your breasts, the attaches to your neck again, quilling trailing it down towards your tits before attaching her lips around your nipple, flicking it with her tongue, before taking it into her mouth.

“jesus fuck julien, please” you moan out, entangling your fingers in her hair. and that’s all she needed. she immediately hooks her index fingers on each side of your underwear and pulls them down without a second thought. she looks up at you, her lips still on her tit, watching your facial expressions. she takes two fingers moaning at your slick that’s collected against the pads of her two calloused fingers before entering them into your slick heat, pumping her fingers in and out of you at a fast pace. you moaning arching your back, pushing down against the base of her fingers.

“looking at you fucking yourself on my fingers princess. you look so beautiful.” she says still continuing her pace.

you moan at her comment “jesus fuck julien, god”

she only quickens her pace still staying close next to you, continuing to mark up your neck and chest.

you are so aroused you feel yourself already getting close.

“julien don’t stop, please don’t stop, you feel so good” you say looking into her eyes, dark with lust.

“already so close princess? just by my fingers?” she says smirking down at you.

your brain is already so foggy, you feel your eyes wanting to roll back into your skull, you can only coherently give a “mhm”.

with that julien only quickens her pace, feeling that you’re stretched out enough she adds a third finger. this fully sends you over the top.

“julien, baby, fuck, i’m gonna cum” you moan out.

“then cum” she states.

that alone sends you over the edge, you moan out, screaming almost, your orgasm taking over and the overwhelming feeling of juliens fingers moving you through it. except juliens fingers keep going. your hips buck, squirming from the overstimulation, you whine.

“c’mon princess give me just one more, once more for me baby, you can do it” julien says looking almost into your soul before trailing her hot breath down your torso towards your clit. kissing and biting your inner thighs before attaching her lips to your clit, flick her tongue side to side and lightly sucking your bundle of nerves between her lips.

“fuck baby” you moan out again “your mouth feels so damn good” you say

“yeah baby? then enjoy it and show me by cuming all over my fingers” julien says detaching her mouth.

she continues her work, you grasp her hair in between your fingers not wanting her to let up, julien only moaning at the sensation. adding to your overstimulated body.

this goes on for a while, biting, licking, suckling your lower half while her fingers continue at their moderate pace, you can feel your walls pulsating, wanting to send over the edge.

“baby i’m so close, please” you moan out

“i can feel you princess, c’mon darlin’ cum” julien says speeding up her fingers, stretching you out to the max.

this only sends you to the full edge, your vision goes white, you release your arousal on julien’s fingers, it releasing onto juliens sheer black dress shirt. letting out a loud moan as you come down from your high. flopping back onto the pillows, hair sticking to your forehead.

julien sucks off your arousal from her fingers before removing from the bed, taking off her shirt, leaving her black binder on underneath. you whine at the weight that left the bed.

“one second princess i’m grabbing a washcloth for you” she says quickly dipping into the bathroom to grab a cloth, dampening it under the sink. she comes back to clean up your lower half before laying next to you swiping your sweat soaked hair from your face.

“how was that angel?” she says smiling at you

“so so so good… thank you” you say looking at her half lidded.

“no need to thank me princess” she says pulling you onto her chest reaching for her phone, opening youtube and pulling up some historical political video essay for you to ease back into.

“you can thank me when you come to and return the favor how does that sound?” she says once more kissing your forehead, letting the video play.

[ysljoon]

Love Maze-Chapter 1

pairing: single dad!simon 'ghost' riley x live-nanny!reader wc: 1.8k warnings: slow burn-ish, unexpected pregnancy, abandonement, swearing, afab!reader a/n: trying to do a chaptered fic after so long my god pray for me yall but im really excited i hope yall enjoy this as much as i enjoyed writing it MINORS DNI (have your age in your bio or you're getting blocked) >next chpt.

Simon stared down at his baby girl with unreadable emotions swimming around his pupils. He loves his daughter with every fiber of his being and would do anything for her. Although she came into this world unexpectedly at a time when Simon was unprepared to be a dad and the mother left as soon as he was born into this world he stepped up for her. All Simon wanted that night was a night to relieve some tension after a particularly hard mission with any broad that was willing to look past the mask and just make him feel good. He didn’t expect her to be at his doorstep two months later with mascara-tinted tears rolling down her cheeks with a pregnancy test in her hands. She was blubbering about a missed period, not being ready for a baby, and cursing her birth control for not being more reliable, but Simon’s ears were ringing and his chest felt tight just from the sight of the pregnancy test. He had to brace himself against the frame of the door to keep himself steady. He needed to stay composed for this poor girl.

He invited her in and they sat over a cup of tea to devise a game plan on how to go about this pregnancy. Simon had half a mind to just tell her to get rid of it and as those words almost rolled off his tongue he heard her utter the words of wanting to keep it as she was already attached, Simon scoffed at that notion, but at the end of the day, he couldn’t tell her what she can and cannot do with her body. Simon’s heart was racing when she started to get ahead of herself talking about the color of the nursery how they should go about the gender reveal and if it should be a big party or a private affair. Simon felt like that was enough for one day and politely ushered her out gave her his phone number and told her they would be in contact.

Simon did try to keep in contact, but two weeks after that meeting he got called on a mission that would send him abroad for over three months. He had a strict rule that he left his phone behind while he went on operations to not be tracked. He knew it was shitty to do after being aware of the knowledge that he has a child on the way, but he favored the thought that the girl would just leave him alone and he would be free of all responsibility for the child.

That was not the case when he came back, to say the least. When he turned his phone back on after his arrival back home he saw 50 missed calls and hundreds of texts from his fling. At first, they started with concern as to why he was not answering and the texts slowly descended into angry texts filled with swears about how awful he is for abandoning a pregnant woman and the child. The last text made his blood run cold.

Since you want to abandon me I can do the same to you.

He stared at it trying to figure out the full meaning behind the cryptic sentence and there were many ways it could be spun. He frantically called her and bounced his leg trying to steel his nerves as the call rang out. On the second to last ring, she finally picked up.

“Nice of you to finally get around to answering my calls.” Simon gritted his teeth.

“I need to know what that last text meant.” She scoffed hearing his words. “It meant exactly what it meant Simon,” The venom in her voice seeped through the speaker of the phone and it was palpable. “Once I have this baby it’s all yours I’m not dealing with an absent baby daddy. I’ve done all the hard work anyways while you were out fucking off to go do whatever it is. Oh right, I don’t even know what it is you do because it’s all classified.” Simon had to roll her eyes at the tantrum she was expressing over his absence. “Can you be fuckin’ rational? We’re not doing that shit.” He was losing his patience as the call went on, but the girl just laughed at his response. “You don’t get to decide when you pick and choose to be a father so I’m deciding for you. I’m done with all of it! You’ve left me here with no support and I’m not going to live like that for the rest of the kid’s life. Oh, and it’s a girl by the way.” And with that, the call ended without Simon being able to get a final word in. In a fit of anger, he threw his phone down on his hardwood floor causing the glass screen to crack, but it was still usable.

The day he was there at the hospital for her baby girl’s birth was a day that will forever be ingrained into his memory. The feeling of holding such a fragile and small human overwhelmed him to no end. When signing the birth certificate he decided to name her Ella. He felt like it matched her perfectly. When he got home and placed her sleeping form into her crib he sat on the couch and took in everything that had taken place. It was now just Simon and Ella and he wasn’t mad about that, but he also realized he couldn’t do this alone and that’s what terrified him. He wasn’t ready to let the task force know about his daughter.

Simon spent the whole night occupied with making a job listing for a live-in nanny. He felt like that was the best option for him to go about his life as normal without worrying about his child at all hours of the day. Once it was posted he rolled on his side and just stared at Ella sleeping peacefully in her crib. He rolled it closer to the bed and closed his eyes hoping to get an hour or two of rest.

You were up late at night straining your eyes against the bright screen of your laptop busy searching for a new job. You had been out of a job for almost three weeks now and your savings were depleting faster than you expected. You had loved being in childcare, but the last daycare center you had worked at was just not the right fit for you. The coworkers were toxic and you could tell management wasn’t in the best interest of the children, but to ensure that administration had their pockets lined with cash. It had burnt you out to be in an environment and you needed a change of scenery. You refreshed the job listing website you browsed hoping a new job listing would miraculously pop up. Your prayers were answered when you saw the new listing pop up of being a live-in nanny for a newborn. You fervently submitted your resume and went to bed wishing you would get a fast response because this job sounded like everything you needed such as a great wage and a place to live. After all, the rent at your current was unsustainable for the salary you were receiving for your past job, and living paycheck to paycheck was draining.

You woke up at noon and were delighted to see a notification from the poster of the job listing wanting to arrange an interview for the position. He gave you his availability and you realized he was available today for an interview. You hastily agreed to meet with him at 3 p.m. to discuss. You frantically searched your closet for your best professional attire and you printed out a copy of your resume just in case. As you got ready nerves started to build up in your stomach. You needed this position and you didn’t need any unfavorable first impressions to ruin this opportunity for you.

The GPS leads you to quite a large and cozy home. You triple-checked the address to make sure you were at the right home before knocking on the door. You rapped your hand thrice against the door and occupied observing your surroundings so as to not look too nervous. The door creaked on its hinges as it opened and you were greeted by a burly man that towered over your frame and had half of his face covered by a mask. You didn’t expect it but still greeted him with a bright smile and a handshake. He stood to the side to allow you in and you followed him into his living room which had a large black leather couch, a fireplace, and a wall-mounted TV. The home was very minimally decorated, but you could still tell that this man was in a different tax bracket from you. He grunted as he sat down and you tried not to make too intense eye contact as you waited for him to begin the interview.

“To preface, my name is Simon and my daughter’s name is Ella. I work in the military and the line of work that I’m in specifically requires me to be gone for weeks to months at a time and that’s why I need a live-in nanny. I already looked over your resume and you seem to be very experienced in childcare which is a great sign. You would be given the wage that was listed in the job description as well as a weekly grocery allowance. You are allowed to pretty much do whatever you want around here to make yourself feel at home. The one thing I will not allow is strangers to be over. I prioritize my daughter’s safety over anything in this world and if you do anything to jeopardize that I will deal with that and that’s one thing you don’t want me to do.”

You took in all his words and this wasn’t even an interview it had already sounded like you had the job. “Do you understand? If you agree to this position we can get to signing your employment contract and you can start Monday so you have the weekend to pack up your belongings.”. “I understand fully sir.” “Drop the sir, we're not doing that here. You can call me Simon or Mr. Riley.” You nodded at that and he stood up from the couch and went over to the dining table where a thin stack of papers was. He brought them over a pen and slid them across the coffee table for you to look over. They essentially reiterated all the rules and expectations of the job and you signed and initialed wherever it was necessary. You handed him back the papers and he gave them a quick glance to ensure it was completed. He nodded and then stood up to help escort you out of his home. You gave him a quick handshake as your goodbye and went along your way. You could practically be skipping to your car with how excited you are to be starting this new chapter in your life and career.

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PART TWO OF PET AND PICKLE but now its Pet and Pickle and Barista and Love :3

All the listeners are referred to as women, the first one is gender neutral but i couldnt help myself with this one T^T

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Pet and Pickle deciding on one of their sleepovers that they need to expand their friendship group.

Pickle saying she could look into her childhood best friend, Barista, so she does and finds that she was taken in by a gang. Pickle doesn’t give up though and contacts the gang lord, explaining the situation and Warden finds it so amusing that he allows it (and with the knowledge of who Issac is and knowing he’s trustable)

Pet contacting her emergeny contact, who just so happens to be Dontis, asking if he know anyone who would be interested in their friendship group, Dontis asking Love and Love agreeing, they dont ask Xanthus though since he definitely would have to threaten them or what not.

Their stupid little group chat that took way too much effort to create talks daily and about literally EVERYTHING.

The texts consist mostly of “goodnight pookies :D”s and “good morning besties :3”s.

All of them agreeing to meet up in a park for a picnic together, they tell their partners that it’ll be a cute date in a pretty park but in reality its a massive fuck off picnic where the girls wrestle and make flower chains, laughing about random things.

The guys are just so confused about how this even happened, Issac being the awkward little shit he is, Xanthus angrily staring at everyone except for Love, Elias trying to start conversation and trying to ease the tension but inevitably fails and Asirel with his thumb and forefinger pinching the bridge of his nose the whole time, how the hell did they end up here.

The girls becoming best friends immediately and playing random stupid little games like duck duck goose, hide ‘n’ seek and tag whilst the guys dont understand the how they can be so trusting and have so much fun with people they’ve known for maybe a month.

The girls would all kill for eachother and are so close that they form a pact where if any of them are in trouble then the others would come rescue them no matter what.

They call themselves the bestfriend squad, the guys hate it.

They have frequent sleepovers but have to rent out places because none of the guys trust the others enough to go to their own houses.

Matching pj’s all the way. DUH

They dress up for halloween together, they give each other gifts, they NEED to throw birthday parties for each other and god forbid they find out its any of they guys birthdays.

They have created their own little family in a matter of weeks and their favourite days are when Dontis comes over too and they all get piggy back rides. :3

Two words. CUDDLE PILE >v<

Talking about how they all met and they’re all horrified to hear about each others.

“Yeah, Xanthus cornered me in an ally, i stabbed him and then he drank my blood. I love him so much” :)

“…. HE DID WHAT?!”

“Yeah, Issac kinda just picked me up in an alleyway and took me home”

“SO HE KIDNAPPED YOU?!”

“Oh, Elias saved my life when a rival gang blew up the coffee shop i was working at”

“Sweet but YOUR WORKPLACE EXPLODED?!

“Asirel bought me”

“What the actual fuck”

Thats basically how that went.

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BUT let me know if yall want more because i love them :3

This writing style is one of my favs and is the easiest but it also means the posts are fairly short most of the time :(

You can find part 1 here

And part 3 here

Find masterlist here

BAIIIIII :D

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𝐀/𝐍𖧞 this is the last part. I KNOW I KNOW I KNOW: “dont stop! your writing is god-tier!“ i heard you all chant in unison.

Dont fret little ones. 🖐️🙂‍↕️ Ive surely got some more ideas in the bank...If you haven’t, go check out my prompts list <3

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒𖧞 16+ (entire fic rating), swearing, mention of alcohol, mention of intoxication, a little bit o’ mischief…not really but you’ll see ;)

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𖧞 oscar piastri x fem!reader

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𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐟𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐬 𖧞 Scene VII 𖧞 (𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞)

be honest im 𝒻ℯℯ𝒹𝒿𝓃𝑔 yall

December 17th, the same night

We both walked into the room in silence.

The only noise was the shutting of the door and a barely audible “Santa Baby,” playing from the other room. Instead of looking at Oscar, I surveyed the room.

Unlike the front room, there were no Christmas decorations. It was a plain bedroom, a guy’s bedroom by the looks of it, with only a small desk and a bed. I tried to distract my gaze from the man in front of me, but the tension was growing too thick.

I reluctantly looked away from the uninteresting room and focused on him. He was no longer facing away from me- he was leaning back on the desk, hands gripping the desk on each side of his body. No matter how relaxed he seemed to be trying to look, I could see how rigid he really was.

He was looking at me, no smirk present. With how serious he looked, I thought to myself about how I kind of miss his ever-lasting grin.

He let out a deep sigh and moved to fold his arms, his body still leaning back against the desk.

I watched as he slightly turned one of his folded arms, looking at his wrist. I assume he was looking for his watch, but forgotten he’d given it up to the festive host earlier. He sighed again and looked away.

I only kept looking his way. I was blatantly staring, but what else was I supposed to do. I was hoping to get him to look at me.

My staring worked, as he probably felt my burning gaze. He looked up, brown eyes meeting mine.

“I’m guessing there’s still about six minutes left,” He finally broke the silence, and told me.

“Yeah…” I had no idea what to say. Did he want to get out of here? Or rather, did he want to get out of a locked room with only me? “..probably.” I added.

“This is stupid.” I heard Oscar mutter. I'm not sure if I meant to hear him, but I felt kind of sad at his words.

“7 minutes in heaven is always stupid. I’ve always tried to stay out of party games.” I told him, trying to save myself from feeling embarrassed. While we were sitting in a circle, and as I waited turn after turn, I dreaded when I’d be chosen. I dreaded being chosen, because I was secretly hoping the person to choose me was Oscar. And now that I’d gotten my wish, he didn’t even want me here.

He saw my reaction and acted quickly. “No, that’s not…” his words trailed off. I waited for him to finish his sentence, slightly confused. “Not the game,” he added. “That's not what I’m talking about.”

“What then? Being stuck with me?” I didn't mean to say what I was worrying about outloud, but I continued anyway “Trust me mate, I don’t want to be here anymore than you do.” I lied through my teeth. I definitely sounded defensive.

He scoffed and I saw him poke his tongue in his cheek. “Y’know what?” Oscar spoke and he sounded deeper and sharper. Apparently what I said riled him up. “Maybe If you’d let me speak, I’d tell you. Don’t start saying shit just to start something.”

I’d almost flinched at his tone and curse.

“Ok.” His anger only fueled mine. I unfolded my arms and put a hand on my hip, trying to look as unfazed as possible by his presence. “Enlighten me.”

“First of all, why would you think I wouldn’t want to be near you? Did me kissing you not once, but twice, not mean anything?” His voice was raising, but he didn’t look angry so to speak. I scrunched my eyebrows at his omission. “Don’t answer that. I don’t care, actually.” He suddenly added, catching me off guard.

It was my turn to scoff. God, and he accuses me of being an instigator. “Asshole! Of Course it meant something, it takes two to go as far as we did, you know.”

The argument held confession-notes in between the lines, but any affection or truth was smothered by our matching anger. Neither of us were understanding the words that came out of our mouths, and instead becoming more riled up by the yelling. Which, we were definitely yelling now.

“Don’t lie and try to make me feel better, Y/N. You were probably just filled with adrenaline.”

“Do. Not. Tell me how I feel. I know what I'm doing, I knew what I was doing just fine both times.”

“Really?” He had a monotone accusing tone, trying to find a lie. He seemed to be unimpressed with anything I said now.

“Yeah. Really.”

I hadn’t realized how fast my heart was beating now. I tried to slow my breathing and be the level-headed one because his head was definitely not thinking straight. Apparently he had nothing else to say, but neither had I. This argument was stupid and we both knew it.

We both stayed silent and slunk against something behind us, not daring to look at eachother.

Then, I heard him speak again and prepared an eye-roll.

“Now, what I was saying was…” Oscar started still not looking at me. “Was that I meant that I’m what's stupid.”

“That’s an understate-”

“Don’t.” He stopped me. “Don’t try to be snarky, Y/n. Let me speak.”

I just looked at him then raised my eyebrows and moved my head in a ‘Well, speak!’ motion.

Despite my attitude, he stayed calmer than before and took a deep breath. “Do you remember Christmas, two years ago?”

That same question.

What was so important two years ago? “You already asked me this…”

“Just. Yes or No? Do you remember?” He seemed suddenly on edge.

“I mean, I remember it, yeah, but are you talking about, like, a specific thing that happened? I don’t understand…” I spoke, trying to convey my confusion. He looked stern, and intent on hearing everything I had to say.

“Yeah,” he clarified. “I, um, I’m talking specifically about that night. Christmas night.”

My mind whirled as I tried desperately to pick out an obvious memory, but nothing was coming to mind.

That Christmas was the year my brother and sister didn’t come.

That Christmas was the year I was gifted the worst sweater by my mom.

That Christmas I stayed up practically all night.

I remember staying up all night, because the next morning, my mom forced me to go into town with her. I remember vividly how sluggish I’d been the whole time. But… that’s all….

Suddenly, I remembered something.

The thought of staying up triggered another thought: that night, I remember sitting on the sofa, watching a movie, when someone scared the shit out of me.

I had been peacefully wrapped in my blanket at around 4 am, when someone barreled through the door.

Oscar.

It was Oscar that scared me. I hadn’t been expecting anyone, especially Oscar since I didn’t even know he’d been out.

Two years ago, we didn’t ever talk to each other except to tease, so it’s no surprise he didn’t bother to tell me he was going somewhere.

When he came in, I was confused. My confusion grew as I’d taken in his appearance. His eyes were barely open, and his focus was darting all around the room. When his eyes met mine, his eyes opened and his body suddenly stopped. Full stop. He planted his feet and stared at me. His jaw was slack and his cheeks, from what I could tell in the little light from the kitchen behind me, was pinker than normal.

He was drunk. Oscar had come home drunk that night and had seen me when he walked through the door.

At the time, I remember laughing at him and turning back to my movie to ignore him.

But that’s not where the altercation ended– drunk Oscar had said something.

I remembered Oscar stopping, looking at me, and then he showed the broadest smile (one I'm sure would never have been directed towards me, had he been sober). Then, he sauntered closer to the sofa, out of the doorway and in front of my view of the television.

“Oscar…” I groaned. “Just go to bed, mate, your wasted.”

He stayed in place, restricting my vision and looking at me. Actually, he was staring at me. Actually he was staring all over me.

That night, I was wearing my short PJ shorts, and a Star Wars t-shirt. Nothing special, but it definitely caught drunk-oscar’s attention.

“Hello?” I tried again, but he was unrelenting.

“What?” was all he answered with.

“Get out of my way, that’s what.” I snapped, just trying to watch Princess Diaries.

He looked behind him to the screen and a grimace filled his whole face. Usually Oscar’s expressions consisted of mad and smirky-jerk, but when he was drunk, tons of emotions flashed on and off his face.

“That’s shit.” He must have been referring to the movie. His voice was groggy and deep, probably tired after what seemed like an exciting night.

“Whatever.” I gave up with the television and just wanted him to leave. “Just go to your room before someone else catches a visual of your post-party debauchery.”

“Dirty girllll,” he said slowly, borderline slurring. “Stop thinking about my de-whatever.” I quirked an eyebrow and shook my head at him. He seemed so incredibly out of it. I should totally hold this over him. Where’s my phone? I should totally film this.

I gave up looking for my phone, and looked back at oscar. Still standing there.

“Wait, what? I wasn’t at a party…” Oscar spoke, referring to my earlier statement of his “post-party” inebriation- an incredibly late reaction.

“Okayyyy…?” I said slowly. “Then what’s,” I motioned to all of him, “this?”

“Nothing.” He said rather quickly. Then his tempo changed as he looked down, almost shy. “None of your business, alright?” I nodded, but he kept speaking. “Actually, this has nothing to do with,” He copied my motion with a serious amount of sass and gestured to all of me, “…you. Ok?”

“Yeah, alright.” I was over this. He’s obviously completely drunk.

“I'm serious! Don’t accuse me of getting drunk because of my feelings, ok? Don’t even think about it. Why would I care about you… let along get drunk over fucking childhood crush on you? That’s ridiculous, and entirely possible— That’s not the point!”

Wait.

Back to the present- I now know why Oscar’s worried about that night.

Oscar must not have been that plastered if he now remembers what he said. Or rather, what he confessed. At the time I ignored his rambling and walked him to his room, away from me.

Now, I’m not sure all of that was just drunk-rambling.

Oscar was watching me figure everything out, watching me realize what he was so afraid of.

“I remember you rambling about having a… but there’s no way.” I said out loud to him, voicing my spinning thoughts. He just kept looking at me. “Right?” My voice got softer as I took in what Oscar’s silence might mean. “But you hated me.”

“Y/N.” He spoke like I was stupid.

“What?” I fired back, getting defensive.

“I never hated you, think about it.” He was trying to make me realize it, but all of my memories of him are arguments– save the past week.

“I am thinking about it. You always picked on me and fought with me. You said the meanest things and I always fought back. We’ve never gotten along…” I tried to list.

Then, all of a sudden, a smirk formed on his face.

That same smirk I’d claimed I’ve been missing, now felt weirdly… intimate?

“Oscar, you…” I didn’t know what to say.

“Yeahh” Is all he replied with, smirking and telling me all I need to know with one look. He started to move closer to me.

Step by step, he slowly walked towards me like he was testing my reaction. I just let him come closer and closer until we were face to face. Pine and wintergreen filled my senses. Our eye contact never waivered.

“Y/n, I don’t mean to bring this all up now.” he gestured to the door. His smirk lessened in intensity as he tried to apologize.

I suddenly remembered we’re in the middle of a 7 minutes in heaven game. And that it’s definitely been longer than 7 minutes.

(My sister was the culprit of our unexpected extra time, having told them to leave us alone.)

I focused back on the man in front of me. The man who had practically just confessed to me that he had a childhood crush on me. A childhood crush that he claims has never left.

“This is stupid.” I copied his words form before.

“Oh?” Oscar almost recoiled, hurt flashing on his face.

“No! Not… Not you! Not this.” I reacted and grabbed at the front of his shirt, not wanting him to misunderstand me and turn away.

Both of our breathing hitched at the contact, and the proximity it brought.

“Ok, then what do you mean?” He said, softly. His eyes were trained on my lips. I opened my mouth and closed it again, not knowing how to say this.

“I mean I’m stupid. Im stupid for not realizing it sooner. Im stupid for being so harsh and rude and-” I started apoligizing as my emotions began rising.

“I was rude too.”

“Yeah, but you…” I couldn’t finish the sentence. His confession was still new. However, the more I thought about him— Oscar Piastri, my rival and hater in every way—my mind started to clarify.

“Yeah, I…” He couldn’t say it either it seems.

We both stood close, not fully saying what we meant out loud yet still fully understanding what each other meant and wanted.

Seconds passed by of us relishing the new emotions, my grip never leaving him. We practically shared air at how close we were and our eyes locked. I started to feel what could only be described as butterflies.

It washed over me and the idea hit me like a train: I wanted him too. Maybe more than he wants me.

At this revelation I tugged him to my level and brought my lips to his ear.

I didn’t want to waste anymore time arguing or lying to ourselves.

I took a short breath and then whispered, “let’s get out of here.”

Then in almost one motion he smiled, a devilishly handsome smirk, then he grabbed my hand and took us away from the party.

Away from prying eyes.

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High School Sweethearts pt. 10 - Chris Sturniolo

PT1, PT2, PT3, PT4, PT5, PT6, PT7, PT8, PT9, (other parts in my Masterlist!)

(Fem reader x Chris sturniolo, arguements, mean & suggestive comments about y/n, idk)

A/n: bro the negative tension and uncomfortableness in this part is too real.. y/n eats Evan up at the end yall.

“Good looking too.” My mom raises her eyebrows to me and smirks, “yep.” I awkwardly say before turning back around on my heels and going to walk up the stairs, “wait, I wasn’t finished talking.” My mom spoke, her happy tone faltering slightly. I turn back around and she motions for me to sit on the couch.

I sit down and she sits in the arm chair opposite me, “what?” I ask impatiently, “watch your tone.” She tilts her head and clears her throat before continuing and I look down at my hands, “The Watsons invited us for dinner later.” My head shoots up at her, “you’re talking about the Watsons as in Evan Watson?” My eyes widen.

“Yeah and I said we’d go, for old time sake.” She smiles, completely ignoring the discomfort in my body language and voice. “No.” I scoff before standing up and walking to the stairs, “excuse me? You are coming, they miss seeing you!” My mom tries to convince me. “No!” I repeat, “their son is an asshole who treats girls like shit!” My tone loudens and my mother’s smile drops.

She walks towards me her teeth gritted, “We are going, maybe Evan will be nice.” I scoff and roll my eyes, “I shouldn’t even be letting you do anything nice after you attacked Evans best friend.” My mom hisses, “I’m doing this so you can have a nice future!”

“No, you’re doing this so you can have a good reputation and you want me and Evan to end up together so you’re the mother of the girl who married into the Watson’s family,” I walk closer to her, “I said this yesterday, me and Evan are never going to be together.” I rub either side of my temples.

“Evan probably won’t even be there, since he has friends.” My mom swallows angrily, “he won’t?” I ask again, not truly believing her. “I’ll ask them now,” she pulls out her phone and starts typing.

5 minutes later she smiles, “I just checked with his mother and he’s not gonna be there because he’s got football practice.” She smiles, “you comforted now?” I shrug. “I’m only coming because I don’t think I have another choice.” I walk up the stairs, “put on a pretty dress!” My mother calls up.

We have to leave at 5pm, it’s 4pm right now, I call Chris and he picks up instantly, “you okay?” He asks, “no, I have to go for dinner at.. guess whose house.” I answer, “I don’t know.” He replies confused. “Evans house, apparently he won’t be there but my mom is forcing me to go.” I whine, “what the fuck.” Chris says, “I know, I’ll text or call you if anything goes wrong.” I look through my wardrobe, “yeah do that, promise me you’ll be okay.” Chris spoke softly. “Yeah of course, I gotta get dressed now but I’ll talk to you later?” I ask, “yeah of course, talk to you later ma.” He hangs up.

I put on a purple dress, I look in my mirror, that dress makes you look fat. Evans words rang through my ears, this was the dress I wore to my 16th birthday party, but he made me feel so bad about myself, not a good memory attached to this dress. I rip the dress off and grab a red satin dress that I had, I can’t remember when I got it.

I slip into the dress, it’s a dark red and backless, it goes to just above my knees, I don’t know if it’s too revealing but I’ll pair it with a jacket for my own comfort, I grab a creme jacket and do my hair and place a creme bow in the back. I look down at the blood stained ring on my hand, the blood wouldn’t come off even in the shower.

I shrug and keep it on.

“You look, nice.” My mom says, she’s wearing a black dress that goes just past her knees, she’s wearing black heels too, I’m just in white sneakers. She looks at my choice of footwear and rolls her eyes, “come on.” We walk outside and into the car. At this point it’s 4:57pm and we should get there at 5:15, knowing it’s only a 15 min drive to his house.

We pull into his large driveway, his massive house infront of us, three stories and very victorian style. I don’t even know how we got together in the first place since he was rich as fuck and I was.. managing to get by.

“Brings back old memories huh?” My mom smiles at me, I shrug. The only memory it brings for me is the time he tried to, you know.

We knock at the door and Evans mom, Katherine opens the door, she looks at me and smiles. “Don’t you look so beautiful!” She pulls me in for a hug and I stand rigid. “Thanks.” I whisper. “Evan will be happy to see you.” She replies, I instantly look to my mom who awkwardly looks away and smiles at Katherine.

She leads us into the house and me and my mom follow, “you said he wasn’t gonna be here!” I whisper yell, “there was no other way to get you to come.” She keeps a straight face and doesn’t look at me. “You’re a liar.” I sigh and she ignores me.

We walk into their massive living room, the tall windows and ceiling haven’t changed much. I see his father James walk up to us, he looks at me and then at my mom and quickly back to me, he smirks at me “you have grown up in the past year huh?” He looks me up and down, causing me to wrap my jacket around me further, I shrug.

I sit down on the large couch next to my mom as she talks to Katherine and James, Katherine directs her attention to me, “so.. how’s school?” She asks smiling kindly, Katherine is the only one of the Watsons that has some sort of genuine niceness to her.

“I don’t know..” I mumble, “She’s lying.” A voice comes from behind me, Evan. He sits down next to me and looks at his mom, “she’s a trouble maker now, it’s the boy she hangs out with.” He looks at me smirking, I have felt eyes burning into me the whole time I’ve been sat here, James is staring but not in a normal way, he’s always been kinda pervy.

“Oh? Who’s the boy?” Katherine asks me, “its-” Evan goes to speak but I cut him off, “I can speak for myself, his names Chris.” I glare at Evan before smiling at Katherine. She nods.

A lady walks into the living room, “dinner is ready.” They are so fucking rich they have a chef and a maid. We walk to the dining hall and I sit down next to my mother, Katherine opposite my mother, James at the head of the table and Evan across from me. The maid places the plates in-front of us, it’s steak.

I drown out the conversation between my mom and Katherine, James adding into the conversation too. I feel someone kick my leg under the table, I look up at Evan and he’s grinning, I roll my eyes and continue to move my steak around the plate. “Doesnt y/n look beautiful?” Katherine asks Evan and James, Evan shrugs but James replies, “she’s growing into an attractive young lady, yes.” He smirks at me.

His eyes seem to be not focused on my face but my chest. Evan clears his throat and goes to speak, “so you finally watching your weight or something? Because you haven’t touched the steak.” He spoke to me, an evil smile creeps over his face, I don’t have a reason to watch my weight, Evan is just a dick who likes to make me feel bad about myself.

My mother smiles at him, not even defending me, Katherine nudges his elbow. “That is not how you talk to a woman Evan,” she spoke angrily and looks to me before smiling, “ignore him darling you’re gorgeous.” James obviously agrees with her, creep.

“Do you two talk in school?” My mother asks Evan, pointing between me and him. I shrug, “stop shrugging its rude.” My mom quietly hisses to me, “you could say that.” Evan smirks. My mom looks at me with hope in her eyes, “if you’re talking about threatening me and being rude to me and my boyfriend then yeah I guess we do talk.” I scowl at Evan.

Katherine looks to Evan in confusion, Evans brows knit together and tilts his head glaring at me before turning to his mother, “what does she mean?” She asked him, “she’s lying.” Is all he answers with. “You always accuse me of lying especially after..” Evan clears his throat loudly, cutting me off.

I stand up and lean on the table “Can I use your bathroom?” I ask urgently. Katherine nods, “of course, you remember where it is?” She smiles awkwardly, “yeah.” I say and walk out the dining room. “Sorry about her.” I hear my mom say.

I get in the bathroom and lock the door behind me, looking in the mirror. “Fuck this.” I whisper. I hear a knock on the door, “what?” There’s no reply so I open the door, Evan is standing there looking down at me.

“Fuck you scared me.” I flinch. He chuckles, “I’m sorry about what happened in there, I don’t want to be there just as much as you.” He whispers, leaning in close to me. “I doubt it, it’s your fucking house I never wanted to come back here.” I look down at my feet, feeling intimidated by his light green eyes, staring into my soul.

“So he’s your boyfriend now?” He asks me smirking, I nod uncomfortably and push past him before walking out in the hallway. “Wait.” He says and grabs my arm turning me around to him. “Let go.” I say coldly and he does. “It was kinda badass of you to beat up Michael.” He leans into me again and I lean away. “Yeah I guess.” I awkwardly spoke.

“Your knuckles are cut up huh?” He grabs my hand and his thumb grazes over my knuckles causing me to squint in pain. “Don’t do that.” I stare at him angrily, pulling my hand out of his grip. I turn around to walk away again and he smirks following behind me. “I’ve redecorated my room, wanna see?” He asks me from behind, the obvious grin in his voice.

“Of course!” I sarcastically say, flashing him a fake smile. “Of course not. I don’t want to go to the exact room you tried to attack me in.” I continue walking down the hallway and he grabs my shoulders, stilling my walk. “Maybe I wouldn’t have almost done that to you if you weren’t such a pussy, at that rate you’re gonna be a virgin forever.” He whispered into my ear.

Anger fills my face, who does he think he is? He has no right to say shit like that. “No I won’t.” I laugh, knowing that I’m not a virgin and when he finds out he’s gonna go mad. “Oh yeah?” He asks and I continue walking, him next to me.

“Did you see Chris at lunch?” I ask him, obviously he didn’t because Chris skipped so he could be with me. “No, nobody knew where he was.” He replied, I smirk, “I knew where he was.” I look up at Evan and I point at my chest. He tilts his head, “oh really?” He smirks down at me raising an eyebrow.

How big is this fucking house, I’ve been walking around in circles because Evan keeps fucking distracting me. “Yep he was at my house,” Evans smirk drops, and I grin up at him, “guess what we were doing.” I glare at him, lowering my tone.

His eyebrows furrow, “what?” His voice softens, “it doesn’t take a genius to figure it out, me and Chris in my room, in my bed.. home alone..” I slow my tone at the end of it and I wait for Evan to realise, a smile creeps across my face as his face switches to shock.

“You weren’t.” He whispers, his ego has clearly taken a hit as his face drops. I nod and smirk before walking away back into the dining room, “can we go?” I ask my mom, making her jump as I came up behind her.

“Fine, we’ve finished eating anyway.” she looks at my half eaten steak and at the maid cleaning up the dishes. Evan looks very offended and doesn’t speak. “Have you two sorted your differences?” Katherine asks as we leave the dining room, “something like that.” I look up at her smiling before throwing Evan a snarky look, he just glares at me.

We walk to the door and Katherine hugs us goodbye and this time I actually hug her back.

My mom gets into the car and so do I.

A/n: y/n is actually a girl boss, Evan fuck outta here tryna manipulate her by being flirty. Also James can make his way to the ‘to catch a predator’ set because he’s a perv!

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DO I WANNA KNOW IF YOURE TOO SWEET?

Summary: Based on the song Too Sweet by Hozier, as well as Do i wanna know? by Arctic Monkeys.

Pairing Jolly x Reader

TW: Oral sex; fingering and bj.

A/N: I took entirely too long for n this one. This has been on my mind for weeks honestly and it got to the point where I felt I was being haunted by Hozier and Jolly. Every time I opened TikTok the first video to show up was always something to do with Hozier and then I would come here and I would only see Jolly content. And fuel was added to the fire when I heard Hozier cover Do I Wanna Know by Arctic Monkeys. Honestly this was supposed to come before I posted One more night gone (Noah fic inspired by City and Colour) but it just never felt right. Anyways I hope yall like what I came up with And hopefully it makes sense xx.

Divider by @bernardsbendystraes

“C’mon darling live a little” Jolly taunted me with a big shit eating grin.

I had been working for the Bad Omens crew for almost a year, to say that I had been going through all emotions since working with them has to be an understatement. I mostly kept to myself, I was quiet most of the time, always sticking to my tasks and schedule.

Of course I had friends within the crew but I rarely went out after shows with them or the band to dinner or to have fun. And that's exactly why I was being bothered by Jolly at this very moment.

“I'll have you know that I do live, thank you very much” is said to him with an almost annoyed tone.

“You do? i almost never see you having fun with the rest of us.” he said almost laughing.”when was the last time you actually decided to turn off your work mode?”

I stayed in silence because if I actually thought about it he was correct. I wanted to give him a witty answer but I had none. I just looked him like i was lost an im starting to think im looking fucking stupid right now.

He was trying to convince me to go out with him and the rest of the guys. It was the end of the tour and they wanted to celebrate another successful run with the rest of the crew. Thankfully this last show was scheduled in California so we didn't have to travel all the way back home. I wasn't one to go out and party, in reality I was a hermit. I loved my job and getting to know everyone around me but I also loved getting to go home and take a warm bubble bath, drink a glass of wine and get cozy in bed while I tried to catch up on movies and series I might have missed while on tour.

He kept talking as I started to set up mic stands and cables. We had a few hours before the show started and everything needed to get set up. so the guys could also do soundcheck. The longer he talked the less confident i felt in winning this fight.

“Sometimes I think you're too sweet for me,” he said with a wink. “Don't you just wanna wake up, dark as a lake? Smellin' like a bonfire, lost in a haze? “ He looked so intently at me.

“1. What do you mean I'm too sweet for you?” i took a breath in and followed it up with another question “And 2. Are you really quoting Hozier?” I didn't intend to sigh through my lips as I said that last part. I'm sure he knew Hozier was my favorite artist at the moment, I constantly had his music playing while I worked.

I thought there was some sort of tension between us, I wasn't sure if it was sexual or what but there was always an electric charge that ran through my body whenever he talked or even looked at me.

He laughed a little, “okay 2 questions that i can definitely answer for you.”

I waited for him to respond for what seemed like a lifetime when in reality it was only a couple of seconds.

“1. You're too sweet for me babe, I feel like i'm corrupting you by just asking you to dinner and 2 If i say yes and i did quote Hozier would that make you agree to go out with me?… and the rest of the crew and guys obviously..”

“You have never asked me to din..” I stopped mid sentence trying to not sound disappointed. “If i say yes will you stop asking me?” i questioned

“Yes definitely” he said laughing “I promise you'll have fun, we're going to dinner and then after we'll go to a karaoke bar, have a couple of drinks and just let go for a while” he said without a care in the world.

I hesitated for a moment. “Fine I'll go, but you owe me one,” I said.

“Okay great, you got it, we will finish up packing everything and I’ll come by to get you afterwards” he said

“You’re just trying to make sure, I don’t run off right?” I put on my best unamused face.

“No…” he replied laughing

I started to get back to organizing everything without saying anything to him anymore. Honestly it made me anxious to think about going out with everyone, I didn’t do well in crowds which is kind of ironic given my job description. I also felt like I was the most boring person and I didn’t have too much to contribute to the conversation.

I wanted to not think about it anymore, it was time for me to come out of my comfort zone so I decided that tonight I would just enjoy everyone's company and just have fun. Jolly was right. I did need to live a little so I was gonna let go and come whatever may,

The show went great, everything went as planned and after everything was packed and ready to go, we all headed out to dinner. Everyone decided that the ramen shop that was down the street from the venue was the place to go.

I was sitting between Jolly and Matt and I immediately regretted my decision. They were bickering back and forth about who had the better skills at Mario Kart, i don't really know what else I didn't really pay any attention to what they were saying anymore.

“So Jolly, how did you manage to convince y/n to come?” Matt asked Jolly

“umm i just worked my charm on her” Jolly said looking straight at me, before he turned his attention back to Marr he winked at me.

Matt just started laughing and returned to the conversation happening on the other side of him.

“So you worked your charm on me?” i asked him before i lost the little bravery i had in me

“Is it working? Are we getting somewhere?” he asked

“I…I.. what, wait where are you trying to go?” to say that i was nervous was an understatement.

He looked at me for what felt like a minute longer before he spoke again.

“you really don't know?” he says with an intrigues tone.

“I don't know what you are talking about?” i asked just as intrigued,

Before he could answer back Noah was already announcing that it was time to head out to the Karaoke bar. We all got up and headed toward the exit. We did end up having to use the tour vans in order to get to said place as it was a bit further away then what we expected.

I couldn't stop thinking about what Jolly was trying to tell me. Was I being delusional thinking he may have been about to confess his feelings for me? Most likely

We all arrived at our destination and we all seated across different tables..Some ordered some alcoholic drinks and some just sodas.

“Here, I brought you a beer,” Jolly said to me, taking the seat right beside me.

“Thank you, how did you know this is my favorite? I said, smiling at him.

“i know because i notice every little thing about you, i notice how you crinkle your nose every time you smell something you like, i notice how you think when no one is watching you you start singing, beautiful voice by the way, i notice how fast you drink your coffee in the mornings and within 30 minutes you're already ordering another through a delivery app” he took a deep breath “i know a lot of thing about you..because i..”

Before he could finish his sentence Folio was already by our table, “ Okay Jolly is your turn for karaoke, lets gooo, move it”

A little bit of laughter escaped my lips as Jolly stared at Folio for interrupting the moment, he got up from his seat and made his way over to the little computer set next to the state that had the songs loaded.

It looked like already had a song in mind since he took just under a minute to select it and for him to move over to the mic.

The lights in the stage got dimmer and the music started playing. I would know that song anywhere, more specifically, it always made me think of Jolly in one of my many delusions I had per day. I couldn't believe it, did he have some psychic powers I wasn't aware of? if i didn't know any better I would think he knew this was probably the song I would get off to when I was thinking of him.

“Have you got colour in your cheeks?” He started singing and I could practically feel pressure building between my legs.

I could not take my eyes off him, it was almost as if the world stopped for a moment and it was just me and him in this dim lit room, “i dreamt about you nearly every night this week”

We said in unison even though you could say I was more whispering than singing.

“Do i wanna know.. if this feeling flows both ways” I was forgetting how to breathe. “Was sorta hoping that you'd stay..”

I was practically wet at this point and I'm pretty sure he could tell that my face was red from all the blushing as well. I was about to explode into a million pieces, I didn't know how much I would be able to hold myself together for. and i was hoping i wasn't reading this whole situation wrong.

“Maybe I'm too busy being yours to fall for somebody new” I could say the same thing I thought. “Do you want me crawling back to you?” And there it was the last straw, I could feel the walls closing in and I needed to get a breath of fresh air.

I got up before he could make his way back to the table, I moved as fast as I could and crossed the threshold of the exit door to find myself outside the karaoke bar. I saw the lights of the street illuminate the path as I paced back and forth. It wasn't long before I heard the bar open, I stood still in one place and I saw Jolly walking towards me.

“Hey, are you okay?” he asked with a concerned look on his face.

“Hi” that's all i could muster up to say, after a bit of silence i spoke again “ah yeah im okay i just needed fresh air, the space was getting too small and hot for my liking” i tried to sound as normal as i could.

“Hey listen, maybe I read into this too much..” he sounded concerned but i let him go on “i'm sorry if i made you feel uncomfortable it was never my intent..”

I realized what he was saying and before I lost the little courage that the alcohol I previously drank had given me I took his face in my hands and leaned in to kiss him.

It was slow at first, he tasted like the sweetest wine mixed with a hint of mint. As the kiss escalated we somehow also made our way to the alley that was on the back of the establishment.

\he licked the bottom of my lip asking for entrance and i allowed him without any restriction. I felt as if I was on cloud nine. Our tongues tangled in a war for dominance that I was sure I was gonna lose. He had one hand on the back on neck and the other on my hip. He started to slowly push me up against the wall. His lip parted from mine, and we both gasped for air.

“You don't know how long i been waiting for this” he dove for a quick kiss, “how long ive been wanting to touch you, just like this.” \His hand started to roam, even though i was fully clothed i could still feel his every touch.

He moved his hand to the wall so he could steady himself and with his other he moved his hand down, first through the valley of my chest down to my stomach, he stopped right before the seam of my jeans.

He took a breath and said “\if you wanted me to stop just say so” but i didn't dare say anything. I was too lost in the moment to even try to put a sentence together and he could see in my eyes was pure lust.

He took my silence as an indication to keep going. I heard the pop of my jeans being unbuttoned and and slowly his hand sinked down to touch me in the most intimate place. I let a gasp escape my lip and I started to feel my legs weakened. i stadied myself by placing both of my hands on the wall as he slipped his fingers through my folds.

“You're already so wet for me aren't you?” “Yees” I let out a shaky voice.

He started to rub my clit slowly in circles and I was slowly losing my inhibitions. the sensation all building up in the pit of my stomach. i was certain that i was seeing stars floating around, he slipped one finger inside of me “your so tight baby” he slipped a second finger in “so tight” he repeated.

His fingers started to thrust in and out of me, and all I could do vocally was whimper. I was close to my climax, I grabbed on his shoulders as I let the euphoric feeling take over me. It was like an explosion of color and warmth behind my eyes.

I was coming down from my high and trying to catch my breath while Jolly put his fingers in his mouth. The same two fingers that were inside of me just a moment ago.

“You taste so sweet, too sweet. get on your knees” he commanded.

And obeyed like my life depended on it. He unbuckled his pants and let his member free, and I swear that I could feel the drool roll out of my mouth onto the concrete floor.

“Are you going to be a good girl and suck on it?” my answer couldn't come out fast enough “Yes”

I grabbed his thigh and my mother went to the tip of cock which was already dripping in precum. i started stroking up and down, letting him get a feel, He closed his eyes and that's when i dove, i put the tip in my mouth licked the precum, he was big and girthy i wasn't sure if he would i could fit all of him in my mouth but i would dam try.

I bobbed my head up and down the length of his cock, each time with a bit more force than the last. He tangled his fingers in my hair and guided me, for the last few minutes until I could feel the web of his cum hitting the back of my throat.

And as I sat still on my knees, and looked up to meet Jollys eyes, I knew in that moment that everything had shifted, and I was done for. He had ruined any chance of any other guy that tried to make me feel this way because no one will ever compare. Ever.