#about to be incredibly annoying about this two

[sturnlsstuff]

⸻ PUSH AND PULL • part three

— fratboy!chris x sassy!reader

— includes: smut, dom!chris, sub!reader, making out, dryhumping, titty playing, oral (m!receiving), unprotected sex, riding, car sex, dirty talk — english isn't my first language.

chris is cocky and persistent, all about getting what he wants until he accidentally runs into you at a party. your sarcastic attitude, and the way you refuse to fall for his charm, is both incredibly hot and frustrating- challenging him in ways he never experienced before.

previous part. | wc; 10k

the harsh buzz of the fluorescent lights was giving you a headache, or maybe that was just the lingering stress of everything. either way, the store was quiet, only a few customers walking around and a bored cashier scrolling on his phone behind the counter, the hum of the refrigerators lining the back wall.

you padded down the narrow snack aisle, the oversized hoodie barely brushing your thighs. you were on a mission for hot cheetos and maybe some chocolate milk. it was one of those nights— overthinking too much, not able to sleep, bored out of your mind. you had to leave your apartment.

the last week had been crazy. since the phone call with chris, you couldn't understand why he made you feel this way— like your body didn't belong to you. it was constantly betraying you, reacting to chris's words and actions against your will. your fingers were replying to his messages and answering his calls late at night on their own, your mouth responding to his banter faster than you could think, and it started making you sick, 'cause he was the type of person you couldn't stand. typical player, looking down at people, acting like he's better than everyone, as if girls were nothing to him, and all he cared about was having fun.

but then again, wasn't that what you needed? to have some fun? and you definitely had it while interacting with him, even if you didn't want to admit it. you were torn between blocking him and playing along with this little game you two had. you just didn't know what to do and hopefully you'll figure it out tonight. maybe if you got some kind of sign—

you turned the corner without looking, literally slamming straight into someone with enough force to make you stumble back with a soft gasp, hot cheetos crinkling in your hand.

“shit,” a voice muttered. deep, familiar. too familiar.

your stomach dropped. "you gotta be kidding me,” you said before even looking up.

of course the universe had to mock you. you'd just been thinking about him and now here he was. hoodie halfway zipped, backwards cap in place, a six-pack of cheap beer dangling from one hand. when your eyes locked with his and he realized it was you, his usual smirk curled slowly onto his lips. it made you want to punch him and get down on your knees at the same time. god, you hated it.

though, chris was completely in heaven. he tried to convince you to meet up with him for the past week, but you were stubborn, even if you already made him come through the phone a few times. whenever it was listening to your voice on the call or just getting some selfie from you— he was going crazy.

and now finally seeing you in person after almost a month? he might explode right there and then.

“woah,” he said slowly, taking in your legs, then your face. “so it really might be d—"

"if you say that it's destiny again, i'm gonna cut my ears off," you interrupted him, making his grin wider.

"sassy as ever," he wets his bottom lip with his tongue, checking you out again. he wonders how can you look so fine without ever trying. "you look good," he adds.

you wish he didn't say that.

"thanks. glad my pajama shorts and old hoodie can make you hard." you reply with a hint of sarcasm, taking a step to the side to pass by him, but he mirrored it, blocking your path just to be annoying. not touching, but close enough for you to feel his cologne. you got deja vu.

"who said m'hard?"

you arched an eyebrow, glancing down at his lap and then back up, causing a shiver go down his spine. he mutters, "naughty girl, you only think 'bout one thing, huh? who's the freak here?"

"you are," you said, stepping to the other side, but he did the same. "you're in my way."

“you ran into me.”

“'cause you were standing like an idiot in the middle of the aisle.”

chris smirked, eyes dropping briefly to your thighs again, "not complainin'.” rolling your eyes, you glanced at him again, catching the way he was just shamelessly looking you up and down. you knew that he knows exactly what he's doing. your stomach twisted and heat crept up your neck, hating him for causing it, for the flutter in your chest.

you crossed your arms like that would hold you together, fingers tightening around your hot cheetos. "stop it," you snapped, trying to keep yourself in check. chris looked back up, his gaze deepening, the corner of his mouth twitching. "stop what?"

"stop staring, dumbass." you muttered through clenched teeth. "what are you even doing here?"

his eyebrow shot up. "what am i doing here? what 'bout you? ya followed me to my grocery store?” he teased, tilted his head. “that's kinda obsessive, don’cha think?”

you gave him an unimpressed look. “your grocery store? what, you own aisle seven now?”

"i might,” he said, glancing at the shelves. “feels like my territory.”

you gave him a glare, arching a perfectly judgmental eyebrow, only to see the smirk on his face growing bigger. "you live 'round here?" he asks when you move past him, spotting your favorite cookies on the top shelf nearby. his eyes were drawn to your every move, his feet quick to follow too.

"why? you planning a break in?" you tiptoed, fingers stretching as far as they could go, but the box of your cookies remained frustratingly out of reach.

"maybe,” he said, the corner of his mouth twitching when he sees you struggling. "depends how good your alarm system is.”

you pressed your lips together, biting back a smile, refusing to give him the satisfaction. "so? what's the plan for tonight, sweetheart?" he teases, taking a step closer without you realizing. he almost rolls his eyes at the fact you're too short to grab fucking cookies.

you let out a small huff, rocking back on your heels and squinting up at the candy like maybe glaring hard enough would make them fall into your hands— but no.

"wouldn't you like to know."

"i would."

before you could even turn around, you felt it. the solid press of his chest against your back, letting you know he's just behind you. your breath hitches when his arm slides past you, slowly reaching for the box, letting you feel the warmth of his body. you glanced up, only to find him already staring but at you, that smug smirk tugging at his lips. but behind it, his eyes burned with something intense, like having you this close without touching was some kind of torture.

your pulse stuttered.

you clear your throat, trying to keep it together, taking the cookies from him and stepping back.

“just felt like getting hot cheetos." you answered like nothing happened, your brain forgetting how to function, the butterflies in your stomach going ballistic.

“oh yeah?” he asks, tilting his head, enjoying your reaction to him being too close. “i've got a party and way too much weed for one guy. you could tag along or whatever."

you stared at him, something unreadable flickering behind your lashes. you hesitated, knowing it might be fun, but also being aware how this would end. that's why you've been avoiding parties lately. even if some foolish part of you wanted to go with him, just to see what would happen this time, you shake the thought off. "tempting,” you replied, brushing past him finally. “but i already made plans with netflix and my vibrator.”

chris laughed, shaking his head amused, something about the way you said it makes him more affected than he'd like to admit.

“you gonna miss me eventually,” he called after you, watching as you walk through the aisle without looking back. "only if you’re the last man on earth,” you tossed back, leaving him behind. chris watches you go, still grinning like the cocky asshole he was. netflix and your vibrator. jesus christ.

he stood there for half a second, blinking like he’d just gotten slapped and kissed at the same time, then adjusted the grip on the six-pack in his hand, smirk deepening as he started following you. you were halfway down the next aisle when he caught up. "so, vibrator, huh?" he asked casually, falling into step beside you like this was totally normal. you tossed him a bored side eye. “yeah. you threatened?"

he chuckles, looking down at you. “threatened? nah. just wonderin' what model. y'know, for science.” he leaned in a little, voice dropping. “i mean, was it that little pink one you showed me on facetime two days ago, or—?”

"shut the fuck up." you spun toward him, eyes wide. “you did not just bring that up in a public store.”

he shamelessly continues, not caring about how loud he speaks. "you think we could use it next time m'deep inside you? y'know, like, we'd see if your pussy likes my dick or your vibrator better."

your jaw almost drops, the image slips into your head before you can stop it, making your cheeks grow hotter. him pounding into you while using a vibrator at the same time? what a freak.

what is even freakier is that you'd be into that.

before you had a chance to respond, you both heard a weird, choking sound, your eyes catching a guy a few feet away, giving you both the most bewildered, horrified look, like he'd just overheard something that will haunt him forever. without a word, he turned and walked off, clutching his shopping basket like it might protect him. chris follows your gaze and grins even more after seeing your mortified expression. "oh. my. god."

"oops."

you gave him one of your typical death glares before lightly smacking his arm. "god, chris! so embarrassing." you shake your head and pick up a carton of chocolate milk, pretending to examine the label. “i hate you."

"ow," he massaged his shoulder dramatically, though the clear amusement on his face said he didn't mind one bit. watching you worked up like this was absolutely priceless. "that's abuse, babe."

“you're disgusting.”

“and yet,” he said, looking you up and down with that slow, lazy confidence, “you still ran into me.”

“i literally turned a corner,” you said flatly, moving past him, heading towards the register.

he grinned, loving the way he was able to annoy you in person again. he didn't even mind being late to the party, if it meant seeing more of that pissed off look on your face, it was worth every second.

he obviously follows you. "you sure you didn’t feel me from halfway across the store and come lookin'?”

you rolled your eyes so hard, that it was a miracle they didn’t fall out of your head. “you're so delusional that i almost feel bad for you."

“'n' you walkin' away from me again.” he tilted his head, getting into your way and walking backwards now, so you could see his stupid grin. "shit hurts, sweetheart.”

"stop calling me all of these."

“what 'bout sunshine?” he offered, voice low and teasing. "'cos y'know, you a real bundle of joy."

you stopped walking, looking at him like you couldn't decide between kicking him and pulling him closer by his shirt. "i'm going to pay for my snacks, but you—" you point your finger at him. "you're going to go to your stupid party, and get drunk with people who think pong is a sport. leave me alone and everyone will be happy." chris looked at you, your hair up, skin flushed, hoodie hanging off one shoulder like it had no business being that sexy. you hadn’t even tried and somehow that was making him even more frustrated.

"yes, ma'am."

you groaned painfully, practically losing your goddamn mind over his teasing, knowing damn well how he enjoys watching you struggle. you couldn't even blame all the girls who fell for his bullshit— he was such a charmer.

you turned on your heel and he watched you paying for your stuff, giving you the impression that maybe he will actually back off.

once again, you forgot who you were dealing with here.

a few minutes later after leaving the store, the night air hits you like a wave as the automatic doors slid shut behind you. you exhaled, finally alone again, the plastic bag swinging from your wrist as you walk through the parking lot towards your car. you had just clicked the unlock button and put your things inside, when a voice coming from behind scared the shit out of you.

“god, you walk fast for someone so small."

you jumped. chris was jogging toward you, breath a little short, beer still in hand, receipt flapping in the other.

“what the fuck, chris?” you snapped, spinning to face him. “you were sprinting?”

he slowed to a walk, grin already forming. "kinda. you left before i could give you shit one last time.” you rolled your eyes, voice dripping with sarcasm, "oh, lucky me."

chris stopped in front of you, eyes roaming over your face. "runnin' away after flirtin' with me in a snack aisle is wild."

"i wasn't flirting."

“you said vibrator in public. that's, like, second base.”

god.

the stare you gave him makes everything even funnier to him. “you are—”

“—irresistible?”

"ridiculous. you're fucking ridiculous." you moved to open the car door, but he leaned against it casually, blocking your way with a smirk.

“i mean, you can leave,” he said, voice low. “or you can go to the party with me."

he desperately needed to have you there, so he could hit again, 'cause the calls and messages you'd exchanged over the past few days just weren’t cutting it. it wasn’t enough to satisfy the frustration building up inside him, chris felt this restless ache, and he got bored of jerking off. no other girl could get him going as much as you could. no matter how annoying or confusing it was, it was the truth.

you huffed, "i'm not going. i got plans."

"yeah, with your vibrator, i get that." he says mockingly, making you regret the stupid sarcastic words that left your mouth. he leans closer, your heart skips a beat. "you could get the real thing though. or better— get both. maybe you don't miss me, but i bet your pussy does."

your mouth parted slightly, as if you were about to argue or at least say something, but then closed again, after realizing he was right. even now, you don't trust yourself to be this close to him.

before you could even begin to form a response, chris's eyes shifted over your shoulder, narrowing slightly. his expression subtly changed, so you followed his gaze, turning around. across the parking lot, halfway to the entrance, stood no one else but your ex. slouched, arms crossed, trying not to look like he was watching you and chris, but failing. your stomach dropped, not in the emotional way, but more like an eye roll from your soul.

"oh, ew." you grimaced.

why's he everywhere you go lately?

he scoffs quietly, "he wants another live pre show or what?"

the corner of your mouth twitched upwards, your eyes locking with jake's. he was still standing in the same spot, looking completely unbothered which was clearly an act. you could tell how mad he is even from the distance. you knew him too well.

"don't care," you shrugged. "i just wanna eat my hot cheetos and have some peace."

"he tryna make eye contact like a weirdo."

"he is a weirdo. and he's just trying to be all tough," you rolled your eyes. "i'm surprised he's alone and not with his little bitch that follows him around like a dog."

chris's smirk was back in place when you looked at him again. "clearly he didn't got the message last time."

"probably," you said, thinking back to the night, when you pulled chris closer and he kissed you without hesitation. jake never kissed you like this, he never make you feel wanted like this, even if he was the one you were with.

and even if this thing between you and chris was only physical— it still felt good, knowing that someone is obsessed with you in ways no one else ever was. you couldn't forget how quickly this whole thing went from trying to make jake understand that you two are done, to something that had nothing to do with your ex anymore. maybe that's why you couldn't bring yourself to simply tell chris to go to hell, and stop this from going any further.

the eye contact was making the air around you electric, goosebumps appearing on your skin. chris didn’t say anything, just stood there, eyes fixed on you with that same half lazy, half predatory look he always got right before saying something infuriating. he leaned just slightly closer, your breath hitches, his lips inches from yours.

he wasn't gonna miss this opportunity.

"so," his voice low and hoarse when he speaks up. "you down to give him some deja vu?"

your fingers twitched at your sides, aching to reach for him, but didn't yet. his gaze dropped from your eyes to your lips and lingered there, the tension curled around you two like a wire pulled taut. one more second and it would snap.

you swallowed hard, moving closer just barely an inch. your heart was pounding, every nerve felt like on fire, and you knew that if you kiss him, it's not gonna be to put up a show for your ex, but because you crave that. he doesn't have to know it though.

"maybe i do," you whispered, leaning in, hands finding his hoodie and pulling him down. your eyes fluttered shut, lips crashing against his, getting a respond instantly. chris hummed, tilting his head slightly, matching your rhythm. his one hand went to your hip, the other bracing against the car, boxing you in. his lips were warm and rough, all heat and familiarity, just like you remembered. your mouths moved in sync, greedy, like you both were starving for years— and to be honest, it felt like it too.

he bites your bottom lip lightly and you make a small, muffled noise— the kind you'd never admit to making, before pulling back with a short gasp. god, the way he kisses makes your legs weak.

your eyes open, blinking, catching chris already looking, your cheeks growing hotter. he licked his lips slowly, like he was tasting the moment before giving you that usual smirk of his, clearly trying to act nonchalant, but failing.

"if you gonna kiss me like that, better don't blame me for followin' you wherever ya goin' tonight," he speaks up, voice low.

you arched an eyebrow, "kiss you like that?"

"yeah. like you wanna devour my soul."

you stand there silent for half a second before chuckling and shaking your head, the amusement clear on his face as well. putting your hand on his chest, you gently push him away, trying to put some space between you both.

devour his soul, sure.

"can say the same about you."

"maybe i do wanna devour ya." he leans closer again. "and i think you'd let me."

"really?" you raised an eyebrow, feigning shock. "you're so sure about it, huh?"

"yeah, i am." he just smirks while you try to hold back a smile.

the cool night air wraps around you, but it’s not enough to chill the heat still simmering from the kiss even if you both are joking around. chris leans against the side of your car like he owns the damn thing, grinning lazily, his hand still on your hip like he’s got no plans of moving it anytime soon. "so, you gonna pretend that—"

"are you seriously doing this shit again?"

a sharp, familiar voice cuts through the air, interrupting whatever chris wanted to say.

your head snaps around just to see no one else, but your ex storming toward you like he owns the parking lot, like he's entitled to some kind of explanation— his jaw clenched and eyes narrowed. you didn't think he would had the balls to come here and speak to you. clearly he's had enough of seeing you making out with another guy in front of him.

and maybe the first kiss you shared with chris a few weeks ago was to send a clear message to jake that you moved on, but now? now you kissed chris 'cause you wanted to. you felt like it.

should it be concerning?

chris straightens slightly but doesn’t move away, his fingers curl at your hip calmly, like he’s clocked the situation and is more amused than anything. he even lets out a breathy laugh through his nose, barely turning his head. "aaand there he is,” he mutters under his breath, just loud enough for you to hear.

you sigh. "oh, for fuck’s sake.”

jake stops a few feet in front of you, face twisted in jealousy and indignation. “what exactly do you think you’re doing?” the guy snaps, not even looking at chris. his eyes are locked on you like you betrayed some unwritten rule. your eyebrows shot up and you actually wanted to laugh.

and you did.

"excuse you?"

"dont play dumb. you're really trying to get back at me with him?”

"oh, you think it's about you?"

"isn't it? it's the second time you've seen me and then you two are fucking making out with one another. like, do you even know who he is?" jake gives chris a look over. "since when you're into fratboys?"

"aw, man, y'know who i am. see, i barely even acknowledge your existence. this says a lot 'bout us, isn't it?" chris speaks up, his tone dripping with irony, making your lips twitch upwards.

"shut the fuck up, i'm not talking to you." he looks at you. "this is your revenge? still bitter i left?"

woah, he really is doing this. seriously standing here, trying to confront you like he even had the right to be jealous.

the disbelief hits you first, but it's melted quickly, replaced with annoyance. another bitter laugh leaves your lips, you could absolutely feel the pulse in your neck, your fingers clenching into fists without you realizing it.

oh, he was asking for it now.

"you have no fucking right to be acting like this right now," you snap, pointing your finger at him. "am i still bitter that you left? all i feel is actually freedom, 'cause i left. finally not bothered by your pathetic ass. you're the one who couldn't keep your dick in your pants, and it's not your business what i'm doing now, and with who."

"it will always be my business." he takes a step forward, making chris shift slightly. "like, i told you we could fix it and you didn't want to. it's not my fault that you're so fucking stubborn—"

chris lets out a small snort, jake's glare shifting to him, sizing him up. he looks like he’s about to combust. chris just grins wider.

“the fuck you laughing for? you think it's funny?"

"i mean, yeah, a little. what you sayin' is literally ridiculous." chris raises an eyebrow. “you stormin' across a parking lot, like you’re 'bout to throw hands over a girl who clearly doesn’t want you. kinda peak comedy, bro.”

“fuck you,” jake spits.

"yeah, she gonna, so if you could be quicker with this insecure bullshit, i'd be glad." chris replies, throwing his one arm around your shoulders to piss off jake more which was working, cause his face was getting red like a tomato from anger. "look, i'd be mad too if i fumbled someone like her, but c'mon man, you cheated. you don't get to act offended now."

jake bristles, "that's none of your fucking business."

"he's spitting facts though," you add casually, shrugging. watching jake being so mad over chris, who was clearly finding this whole situation funny, was in fact really hilarious. you enjoyed it a bit too much— to be honest, you should've confronted jake like this a long time ago.

your ex ignores you, his eyes locked on chris's and he steps forward, jaw clenched. you raised an eyebrow. is he trying to put up a fight with chris? it was ridiculous to see, 'cause chris couldn't be more unbothered.

he looks him up and down, his smirk growing, "i'd be embarrassed if i was you. y'know, comin' here, tryna be all tough like she owns you an explanation. what do ya wanna hear? that she traded up for someone who actually makes her finish?”

your eyes widen and let out a chuckle, not able to hold back.

“guys— c'mon..." you cut in, still finding the situation amusing, but sensing that what chris said just might completely set off your ex.

and it does.

jake shoves chris, hard enough to make him his six pack of beer almost slip from his hand. he doesn't flinch or backs off though. “you wanna say that again?"

"hey—" you try to step in, but chris just hands the beer over to you, pushing you gently out of the way.

he looks at jake still amused, a low, disbelieving chuckle escaped him as he ran his tongue along the inside of his cheek. "a'ight," he muttered, "you want me to repeat, yeah?" he nods and hums, then landing a clean, solid punch square to the guy’s jaw. not really that hard, but enough to make your ex stumble back, catching himself on a nearby car, stunned.

your jaw drops.

chris shakes his hand out once and exhales, bored. "that was just for bein' a dick," he says. "not for me, 'cos trust me i couldn't give a fuck less. but you won't be acting like you're the one who got hurt. your ears fixed? you hear me now?"

you're frozen.

you were expecting some snappy comeback or maybe a push back, but not this. time literally seemed to splinter for a second, adrenaline buzzing in your fingertips, breath caught halfway in your throat. a part of you was definitely in shock, but underneath it, was something else— a deep, burning satisfaction.

you hadn’t even known you needed it, until you saw it happen. your ex finally being ripped out of whatever reality he thought he owned? hilarious.

and chris... he literally just stands there, his lip curled into a half-grin that bordered on arrogant. did he just kind of defend you somehow?

karma finally threw a punch and you didn’t even have to lift a finger.

jake wipes his mouth, still not coming back with anything smart, but slowly straightening up. you decided to land something harder than the punch. "go cry to your girlfriend about it. y'know, the one you swore was a 'mistake' just to keep fucking her, and kneel to her like a pathetic puppy after i left your dumbass."

jake gives you a glare, only muttering something unintelligible and finally walking off, humiliated, shoulders tight with rage.

you watch him for a few seconds, then looking back at chris still in shock, for the first time seeing him without the filters of lust or annoyance. you were actually impressed.

your eyebrows shot up when he locks eyes with you, grabbing the beer out of your hands, clearly unbothered. nonchalant final boss.

"what?" he asks. "stop lookin' at me like that, shit freaks me out."

"i didn't need you to defend me."

chris scoffs, rolling his eyes. "stop being dramatic, i wasn't defendin' anyone. his face just needed a little fixin'."

you smile, amused despite yourself. "oh my god," you shake your head. "you're crazy."

"yeah," he smirks, leaning in. "you like that?"

something twisted low in your stomach, the way he looked and what he said was honestly kind of hot, causing your pussy to clench around nothing.

get. a . grip.

"you wish," you mumbled, playfully pushing him away. he backs off with his smirk wider, arms raised in surrender. the air is lighter now, even if your heart still thuds with leftover adrenaline. your eyes drifted to his hand, the skin across his knuckles slightly red. he notices your gaze, looking down at his hand and back at you. he raised an eyebrow, giving you a small shrug and stuffing his hand casually into his pocket. "didn't even hit that hard."

you look at him in disbelief, "he looked like he literally saw stars and you tell me you didn't hit that hard?"

"yeah, should've punched him harder, but i thought i'd leave the honor to you for another occasion."

"wow, so thoughtful of you, thanks." you rolled your eyes, even though you weren't able to hold back a smile again.

"no problem."

"if i hit him, i probably wouldn't have stopped at one." chris smirks, "yeah, figured. that's why i did it f'you. controlled damage."

"i mean, you didn't have to get involved, but that's nice, i guess." you keep the tone sarcastic, "i might tolerate you a little more."

"fuck, if i knew that punching your ex would get you to finally stop being annoyed with me, then i'd do it the first time i saw him."

"no, you wouldn't." chris raises an eyebrow at your response. "we were quite busy back then," you add.

lately, you wondered who the fuck was even saying and doing all those things, 'cause it for sure wasn't you.

his mouth tugged up in that annoyingly confident way, like he couldn't believe his ears. "i think i might have too much of an influence on ya."

"i think you're right."

you clear your throat, trying to wash that goddamn grin off your face, your hand finding the car door and opening it.

"still time to make it to that party, y'know." he speaks, not wanting you to leave, 'cause he knows that then he won't see you again so soon. and he really hopes for more tonight or he'll go insane.

you look at him, resting your hand at the top of your car. "i'm not gonna go, chris."

"what 'bout somewhere else? you were plannin' to go home or—?"

you're torn between lying and telling him. you could easily blow him off, it's not like he'll push himself into your car, he wasn't that crazy, but why not take him with you? or at least mention what your plans were for tonight? he'll probably prefer to go to the party anyway, when he hears that you weren't planning on doing anything interesting. besides, you know that he only wants one thing today— and you couldn't blame him, 'cause you yourself could barely hold back, especially after what he did a few minutes ago. it made him ten times hotter.

chill.

"nope, was gonna drive around and then eventually chill somewhere," you finally reply. "nothing fun."

"i mean, we can always make it fun," he winks at you, almost getting an eye roll in response.

"freak."

"am i gonna get invited or what?" he tilts his head teasingly, wanting to hear you say it. now you rolled your eyes. "do you have to? bet you'd somehow end up at the place im gonna go anyway. stalker."

"you're the stalker here, always runnin' into me."

"not always."

"often."

"only two times. and you runned into me."

his grin widens. "whatever ya say, ma."

you felt heat pool low in your belly, your pulse kicked up. you try to look annoyed when you say, "you can come, i guess."

he was already making his way to the other side of the car. "i heard that once from you before." he opened the passenger door and slid inside, closing it behind and leaving you in disbelief. a flush spread across your cheeks before you could stop it, the memory of you making chris come on the call still printed in your head. then it happened two or three more times, but he was more in control. you still remember that whimper. is it time to tease him about it?? two can play this game and he happens to forget it.

you got inside, closing the door and buckling your seatbelt. you looked over at him, seeing his smug expression as he puts the beer to the backseat, letting his hand brush against your arm. sickening.

the engine purred to life as you shifted into reverse, chris watching from the passenger seat as you pulled out of the parking lot, adjusting the volume on your crappy bluetooth speaker.

"speakin' about that call," you glance over at him, the city thinning out into quiet stretches of road as you drive. "when you said— what was it again?”

he sat up a little straighter. “no.”

“wait, let me get it right. something like, ‘please, keep talking and help me cum.’ or how i called you a good boy and you loved it."

chris groaned and slid down in the seat, like he was trying to disappear. “nah, absolutely not. that conversation is legally sealed and burned.”

you had to bite your lip to hold back a laugh. “come on, it was so sincere. you begged.”

“i was definitely on somethin'," he lies.

“you were stone cold sober.”

“i was emotionally compromised.”

“just horny.”

"same thing."

you burst out laughing, gripping the steering wheel with both hands to keep from swerving.

chris glares at you, but the corners of his mouth are twitching. "didn't i tell you not to bring that up again?"

"maybe," you shrugged, unbothered. his tongue clicks against his teeth as he tries to play it cool, even if he was just slightly embarrassed, 'cause no girl ever made him do any of this before. he just couldn't stand the fact that he wasn't able to get off without your help, which made him really desperate— he still is needy, wanting to feel your pussy around him again, and he has a good feeling about tonight. "i wasn't beggin', by the way."

"sure you were."

"don't be a smartass," he replies, his voice lower. "we both know i can have you cryin' and beggin' in twenty seconds."

"twenty seconds is solid, if you ask me." you said sarcastically, trying to keep your thoughts in check, even if your thighs subtly pressed together. he smirks, his eyes never leaving your side profile. "yeah, we wanna check that?"

you pushed out your bottom lip a little, shaking your head. "nope."

"that's what i thought."

"you're such an asshole."

"takes one to fuck one."

you glare at him, just to meet with his smug expression. chris adjusts his backwards hat, leaning his head back as he watches you drive. pretty hot sight, if he's being honest.

you two fall silent for a few moments, before you decide to ask. "so,” you start, looking forward at the road, “you always punch ex boyfriends for the girl's you sleep with or what?"

beneath the sarcasm, there was a real question out of curiosity.

"yeah, m'walkin' around, asking which one of 'em has an idiot ex, and then i find him and kick his ass," he replies playfully. then he adds, "didn't hit him 'cos i like you or some shit, if that's what you think."

"i didn't think that," you lie. he just smirks, "for sure. just say that's what you want."

"what?" you glanced at him again, before focusing on the road. "want you to like me?"

he hums, "mhmm."

you grimaced, "ew, don't ever say it again. i'd actually rather eat glass."

"good," he replies, still not looking away from you. "means we on the same page."

his gaze drifts to the window, trying to guess where you're taking him, but the road signs meant nothing. you'd left the familiar parts of town behind at least ten minutes ago, and you hadn’t said a word about directions. he shifted in the seat, peering out at the empty suburban sprawl slipping past the windows. "so," he spoke again. "where are you kidnappin' me?"

your eyebrows shot up. "i'm not kidnapping you."

"really? i was hoping you would," he replies sarcastically. the corner of your mouth twitched upward, "no, you'd be way too loud." chris snorted, "you tellin' me that i'd be way too loud? did you forget how loud you were when i—"

"one more word and i'll leave you here." you cut him off mid sentence, feeling your stomach twisting at the memory. you take a sharp right, tires crunching over a gravel path lined with trees.

chris blinked, looking at you again. "okay, gonna leave it for later. and that’s not a real road, by the way. shit's gettin' creepy."

“aww, you scared?"

he scoffs, "don't have enough reasons yet."

"yet," you repeat, smiling.

the car finally rolled to a stop around ten minutes later, parked in front of an empty field, edged by a half collapsed chain link fence. a wide, curved concrete bowl was off in the distance.

"a fuckin' skatepark?" he raises an eyebrow, unbuckling the seatbelt and leaving the car after you do.

"yup, found it recently. i can hate everyone in peace here."

"okay, emo."

you just rolled your eyes. chris follows you, the distant city lights blinking through the trees, the wind slightly messing with your hair. you climbed up to the edge of the concrete bowl and sat down, legs dangling. chris joins you, obviously sitting a little too close.

you hear the sound of a can opening, your eyes moving to chris, just to see him taking a big sip of the beer he bought. you didn't even notice him taking it from the car.

"what?" he asks, catching your gaze. "didn't grab one f'you 'cos you drive."

"you're being responsible? wow," you raised an eyebrow.

"m'not as stupid as you think."

"you don't know what i think."

"so you do think somethin'."

"i never said that."

"didn't need to," he smirks. "i know you gotta think a lot 'bout that one night."

"the one i called you a—"

"no," he interrupts immediately, your amusement back in place. he really tries to remove this from his memory. "the one when i fucked you so good that you spilled my pepsi."

"what's with that pepsi obsession, by the way?" you ask.

he shrugs, "it's delish."

"delish? you're gay."

"shut the fuck up, i spend too much time with nick."

"i'm sure he doesn't use that word."

"okay, can i live? jesus." he lets out a huff, pretending to be annoyed, but there’s a sparkle in his eyes, and that damn smirk not leaving his face.

you lied down on the cold concrete, biting on your bottom lip. chris was pretty funny and this started to bother you. if he was horrible and boring, you wouldn't even be here with him in the first place.

he takes another sip of the beer, glancing over at you and raising an eyebrow, but not saying anything. he slouched back as well, spreading his legs, his hand behind him.

you looked at him for a second. and then another.

god, he was such a guy. like, every dumbass fratboy stereotype who you never liked before, always thinking that they're all so shallow, but now there you are, sitting here with the king of the frat.

you watch the way his jaw clenches when he takes a sip, his adam's apple bobbed as he swallows. his jawline was stupidly defined, and he has this one small mole right along it that was annoyingly hot. the kind of detail you only see when you're too close or pay too much attention. his hair stuck out from under his backwards hat, in messy little curls at the nape of his neck, a little too long and boyish for someone, who walked around like he owned every room he stepped into. you hate that you notice things like that.

"shit, don't tell me you fallin' in love, 'cos that's when the fun always ends." his voice bring you back to reality and you realize he caught you staring. damn it.

you scoffed, now looking at the sky and starting to count stars you couldnt care less about. "with the idea of choking you, maybe."

"how many more kinks you got?" he asks sarcastically, voice all lazy and smug. you glare at him, quickly realizing it was a bad idea, when something twisted low in your stomach. that stupid smirk. he was so cocky and infuriating, yet it was so fun and easy to talk to him. "i wont tell you. we don't want you to fantasize about me more than you already are." you reply, looking back at the sky.

"too late."

he puts the beer down, shifting closer to you until his face was hovering right over yours, blocking your view of the night, one arm lazily holding him up. the air between you thickened, his breath warm near your cheek.

"you're in my space," you said. "you like it," he mutters, voice low and teasing. your eyes shift to his. "y'know... don't have to pretend to be all mysterious with the stars, when i'm way more interesting."

you raised an eyebrow, your pulse quickening when his gaze flickered down to your mouth. "proof?"

god, the way you were challenging him in ways no one else ever did.

his lips crashed into yours with a force that made you softly gasp, not in a surprise, but because it was so fucking obvious this was inevitable.

you pulled him even closer by the front of his shirt, returning the kiss as your hand slid up to the back of his neck. he leans over you, settling between your legs, his body pressing against yours, not all the way, but just enough to make you want more. his hand moved, brushing against your waist where your hoodie had ridden up, his thumb traced a line just above the waistband of your shorts. not rushing, but teasing, even if he was impatient as hell.

you hummed in response, deepening the kiss, your tongue sliding past his lips, tangling with his. you felt how his hand started sliding up under your hoodie, your skin warm and tense beneath his palm. a low groan leaves him when he finds out that you're not wearing a bra.

you playfully bite his bottom lip when his thumb brushes against yours nipple, sending shivers down your spine immediately. he smirks in response, his mouth leaving yours, moving down your jaw instead, nipping at your neck. you knocked his hat off, hand sliding into his hair and tugging on it, causing him to groan again, which you felt deep in your stomach. your body was betraying you again, arching into him and his touch. he spreads your legs with his body, his growing bulge pressing against your core as he lowers his head, letting you think for a moment that he's finally gonna give some attention to your pussy, but no— his head disappears under the soft fabric of your big hoodie, lips teasingly brushing along your skin. you raised an eyebrow, amusement written all over your face. "what're you doing?"

"hm?" he hums against your stomach, hot kisses dragging up your chest, your breath catching with each one. if someone saw you both, it'd look ridiculous, but at least you were still covered. "nothin'," he adds.

"doesn't look like nothing— oh!"

he groans, noticing you're not wearing a bra, and his lips attack your hardening nipple immediately, making you gasp softly.

all those weeks, every single night he spent replaying your last time together, every fucking moment he’d imagined having you again, it all had built up into something sharp and heavy in his chest. now that he finally had you under him again, he felt like he was going to explode, but he was dragging it out, teasing you until you felt as desperate as he had been.

he couldn't get off with anyone else, or without hearing and seeing you, so now with his lips on your skin, he was barely holding back, just enough to drive you crazy first. you weren't fighting it, having to admit that you thought a lot about that party. the way he made you feel like you were burning from the inside out, making you completely spent and hitting spots no one ever did. so with his hands beneath your hoodie, and his tongue flicking over your nipples, all you did was exhale and let him keep going.

his face buried between your boobs as he kisses, licks and bites softly, his free hand playing with your other breast, while the other one traces patterns on your inner thigh, close to your clothed pussy. you start getting more responsive as he switches between your nipples, your hips starting to shift slightly under him. he smirks against your skin, starting to move his lips down your stomach slowly, until he pulls his head out from under your hoodie, his breath just a little uneven, lips pink, hair a complete mess— sticking up in all directions, making him look even more delicious.

"no bra, huh?" his tone low. he licks his lips, "makes me wonder... got nothin' under those tiny shorts too?"

a shiver goes straight to your pussy.

you shrug nonchalantly even if you were anything but.

"check."

he wanted that kind of answer. he grins, knowing that you're already pretty damn desperate if you're getting submissive. he leans in, catching your mouth again with his in a kiss that felt hungrier now.

you respond immediately, deepening it. he moves, quiding you with him as he leaned back on the concrete, pulling you effortlessly on top of him, his hands resting on your ass now. your legs shifted instinctively, knees bracketing his thighs. heat crawled up your spine when he made you press against the bulge in his pants, getting a small whine from you. the ache between your thighs was too strong to ignore now.

you were getting in fact really frustrated.

chris groans into the kiss when he urges you to start grinding against him, the feeling of your warm pussy against his hard cock through your clothes is driving him crazy. your shorts started clinging to you, sticky and damp, and he could feel it with each movement of your hips. he smirked against your mouth, pulling back slightly, his hands gripping your ass tighter, guiding you in rhythm against his hardness. "you gettin' so... fuckin'— wet...—"

your stomach flipped, still rocking your hips in a way that makes you both moan. "shit," you mutter, slowly straightening up, thighs tight around him. one hand grips the front of his shirt, fingers curling in the fabric like you needed it just to stay upright. your eyes slightly unfocused, the pleasure overwhemling, but still locked on his. you already looked wrecked and somehow it makes you even hotter to him.

but chris in this angle, god. eyes half lidded, jaw clenched like he was holding back some noises, brows furrowed. he looked too good and the way he stared at you makes heat pulse down in your stomach.

"you look so fuckin' hot on me right now," he says, voice hoarse with lust. "but if we keep goin' m'gonna cum."

you bite back a smile, now moving your hips in circles, his cock brushing against your clit perfectly. "thought that's what you wanted."

"i mean, yeah, but not in my pants. that's fuckin' embarassing." his hands moved to your hips, urging you to stop moving. "would rather your mouth much more."

oh.

before you could reply, you heard wheels scrape pavement and it makes you snap back into reality, reminding you where you both even are.

"chris, we're in public—"

he scoffed, "no shit." he keeps looking at you, his chest raising and falling rapidly. "dry fuckin' me just two seconds ago and suddenly now remembering where we are?"

"god forbid a girl gets distracted," you roll your eyes, making him smirk.

he slowly sits up, keeping you close and still on him. he looks around, tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek. "i mean, ya ever did it in a car?"

you weren't strong enough to not agree to this idea.

few second later, the car door slams shut behind you both, cutting off the outside noise like a switch. chris gets comfortable on the backseat, already pushing his jeans down while you slid down between his spread legs. the cramped space barely was giving you space, but you didn't care.

"y'know," he starts as you look up at him, hands moving to his boxers and pulling them down with his help. his dick splits out, already leaking precum. "had a lot of girls on their knees f'me like this, but you look the hottest."

you raised an eyebrow, the corners of your mouth twitching updward. "is this what you tell all of them?" you ask, wrapping your hand around the base and sticking your tongue out to lick the head slowly, collecting the clear liquid there. his hand comes down to the back of your head, not pushing, but letting you know he's still in control.

"nah," he replies, biting on his bottom lip to suppress a sound when you take him into your mouth. "but my dick likes seein' you like this the most for some reason."

heat flashes through you like a jolt, settling low in your belly. after hearing that, you double your efforts, wanting to make sure that what he said was true. you hollowed your cheeks, bobbing your head and taking him deeper until he hits the back of your throat, making you gag. "fuck— just like that... you can take it— you wanted this so now take it."

you hum around him which is enough to make his hips jerk slightly. you pull back for a split second, saliva connecting your lips to his tip, before you give him a kitty lick. "don't stop," he mutters, tilting his head back against the seat as you take all of him again, watching his reactions.

after thinking about this exact situation for past weeks, chris felt like in heaven right now, finally getting what he craved and what no one else could give him lately. there was only one thing he needed more in that moment— your pussy.

he groans, his breath starts to stutter as you keep going, now faster, lips stretching around him. if he could, he would take a picture. "look at you. mouth full of me, tearin' up and gaggin' on my cock."

you let out a soft, muffled sound around him, your things squeezing together involuntarily. he smirks, gripping your hair tighter. "yeah," he mutters, voice a little lower as he begins to struggle. "i knew you like being talked to like that."

by the way your pussy was literally pulsing with need, it was clear that you did like that.

his breath was ragged, every time your mouth moved on him, every flick of your tongue, the way you looked at him while sucking him off, it was all pushing him closer to the edge. it was incredible, finally being able to feel this again, knowing that he'll get the release he craves from you.

he exhales deeply, fingers clenching in your hair, not to guide but stop you. "a'ight, fuck. i can't—" he pulls your head back firmly, his dick sliping out of your mouth with a pop. "what?" you blink, lips swollen. chris grips your wrist, pulling you up. "get over here," he says, voice rough. "need to be inside you right now."

he was supposed to make you wait more for it, but he couldn't torture himself like this, especially that he was struggling to come without you so bad.

you smirked, pulling your shorts down and as he thought— no underwear. he licks his lips unconsciously as you straddle him, exposing your glistening cunt to his gaze. "so, no panties, huh?" he drags the tip of his cock along your folds, making you whimper. "fuck, that's hot. you always walkin' around like that?"

"m-maybe," you stutter when he puts the tip in, getting a soft gasp from you. "you'll never know."

chris lets out a low groan, feeling your tight walls stretching around him inch by inch. this was what he needed. weeks of frustration, of bullshit that didn't work, and now he has you wrapped around him again, and it's like his whole body remembers how to feel again.

"it's like you knew you'd bump into me, not havin' anythin' under that little outfit," he mutters, watching as your pussy swallows his dick completely, until your ass hits his thighs. you felt full. "yeah, 'cause i thought, lemme not wear anything so maybe if i randomly see chris then we'll fuck in my car." you reply sarcastically, gripping his shoulders for support. he grins amused, hands sliding to your hips as he starts guiding your movements. "that's exactly what i thought," he says.

chris thrusts up into you, dragging a choked moan from your throat as he perfectly hits that sweet spot inside of you. "feel that?" he asks, removing your hoodie in one swift motion and exposing your tits to his hungry gaze. "that's what you've been makin' me think 'bout for the past weeks."

you whimper, fingers clutching at his hoodie, head falling back as the pressure builds too fast and too strong. his hands move to your ass, helping you bounce and meeting his thrusts. "yeah, this what you needed, hm?" he mutters, leaning in to press some kisses on your neck. you bite down on your bottom lip, nails digging into his shoulder as he rocks up into you again, making your head spin. "mhm, fuck—" you moan, hand moving to the back of his head, gripping his hair.

"i know i did," he sucks on your skin, marking it. "needed to feel your pussy fuckin' soaked f'me again."

"oh my god, chris— it feels so good—"

every roll of your hips matches with his hard, precised thrusts, his hands using you like he pleases. your tits bounce as you desperately try to speed up the pace, but he doesn't let you. "slower," he groans, squeezing your butt. "want you to feel every inch."

you obeyed, clenching around him, struggling to keep riding, but doing the best you could. the car around you feels too small for the sounds you both were making. the sharp slap of skin, your pussy making squelching noises everytime you slid up and down his cock, the windows had long since fogged up, trapping the heat.

"fuck, you hear that?" his head tipped back as you sank down hard on him again. you whimpered, fingers curling against his chest for balance and he was instantly more feral for it. he bucks up, hitting that spot of yours deeper, his dick throbbing inside you. "doing so well f'me, pretty. keep goin'."

"i'm— m'trying— oh!" you cry out, a smug grin spreads across chris's face at the sound, like it fueled him. your legs were shaking now, not just from how good it felt, but from how long you'd been moving like that. your thighs burned and every time you tried to slow down like he asked, you just ended up riding him harder, chasing that release you were barely holding back from. he felt the way your rhythm got uneven, the little whimpers slipping out louder, the way your hands clutched him like you were falling apart in slow motion.

"legs givin' out already?” he asked mockingly, his cheeks flushed from effort. "can't take it anymore, huh? you poor thing."

you opened your mouth to argue and say something sharp, but it came out as a gasp, when he suddenly stilled you completely, hands tight around your hips again. he shifts, lifting you up just enough to slide himself out, dragging a broken sound from your throat as you clench around nothing. "lemme fuck you properly then."

"chris...."you breathed, voice wrecked.

"yeah, feelin' a lil' empty now? missin' my dick already?" he smirks, guiding you down onto the seat, making you lie back and spread your legs. your pussy dripping with juices, making his cock twitch at the sight. he hovers above you, lining himself back up, but not pushing in yet. "ask nicely," he looks down at you.

your eyes narrow at him, ready to talk back, but when he starts rubbing the tip of his dick against your clit, that's when you completely lose your mind.

"oh— please.... i need it, please chris..."

"need what exactly?"

"you— mhhp, fuck!"

chris pushes back in without a warning, feeling how your pussy sucks him in, until he's buried to the hilt again. your back arches off the seat instantly, mouth falling open, a sharp moan ripping from your throat. he stays still for a moment, smirking while watching you and then he starts moving, deep and slow, like he wanted you to feel it for days. your legs wrapped around his hips instinctively, trying to pull him closer.

"jesus— shit, right...— there...—"

chris's face contorts with intense pleasure as he starts pounding into you, not being able to keep the slow pace, your breasts bouncing with impact. he reaches down, grabbing one of your legs and hooking it over his shoulder to go even deeper. his balls slap against your ass with each powerful thrust. "thaaat's it, take my dick... fuck, you're so tight—" he groans.

your hands clawed at his shoulders, nails dragging down his back even through his hoodie. the combination of his dick hitting perfectly your g-spot, his words and just chris in general, it all makes your toes curl as your orgasm starts building up. you were shaking beneath him, chest raising and falling rapidly, eyebrows furrowed in pleasure.

"you close, huh? can... can feel it, y'know—"

you whimper in response, gripping him like you might fall apart otherwise. you try to hold it, try to breathe through the tension building up in your stomach, but he didn't let up. "chris, i... fuck, i can't— please...."

his thumb finds your clit and when he starts rubbing it, adding to the stimulation, that's when you lose it.

"f-fuck, i'm... oh shit—" you gasp, walls clenching tight around his dick.

"c'mon gorgeous, give it to me."

your whole body seizes, legs trembling, moan breaking free from you. chris watches how your orgasm crashes over you, your cunt gripping him like a vice. he hisses through his teeth, your walls milking him perfectly.

you're a moaning mess, pulsing around him, barely able to think. he doesn't stop, now moving even more erratic, like his desire had taken over, chasing his own release. every thrust sends a fresh jolt through you, eyes barely open and breath shallow.

"chris..." you whine, getting overstimulated.

"i know, ma." he breathes out. "gonna come inside you."

"please," you whimper.

he slams in one last time, his hips twitching, breath catching in his throat. the pressure and frustration of weeks without your pussy, all of it breaking loose at once. he groans, painting your inner walls white as he comes hard, filling you up.

you both stay still for a moment, the only sounds left were your breaths, heavy and tangled, lingering in the thick air of the car. you shifted slightly, coming down from the high, leg still wrapped around his hip, the other one on his shoulder. he hisses at the sensitivity.

"already sore?" you teased, breathless.

he raises an eyebrow, "ya think m'done only 'cos i came once?" he grins lazily, "the night's long, sweetheart."

a/n: i wrote half of it at night while literally falling asleep so if there's any mistakes or something doesn't make sense, y'all know why 😭

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Why Me?

Melissa receives an upsetting phone call from her ex husband at work and, as always, you are there to catch her fall. Who's going to be able to catch you from falling for her, though?

WC: 4k

Tags: America's Sweetheart @milfjuulpod (shoot me a message if you'd like to be added to the taglist! Or be friends idk.)

Warnings: cursing, brief mention of family member death, sad Mel :(

A/N: Turns out I found my calling and it's to make y'all cry.

The halls of Abbott were completely empty, with only the smell of fresh coffee floating through the air. The doors held incredible potential energy, just waiting to be pushed through by the tiny hands of Philadelphia’s youth. The only signs of life were the usual cast of characters enjoying Action News in the teacher’s lounge.

Although you had been a teacher at Abbott for over a year, you had just joined in on this morning ritual. You never really understood why everyone loved it so much until you showed up to work early one morning to try it out. It was perfect: fresh coffee, silence among your coworkers, and extra fleeting glances at the one and only, Melissa Schemmenti.

You were one of the only people in that school to match Melissa’s wit, and definitely the only one that has ever been able to step to her. Just last week you had to explain to her how it was inappropriate to call a student a “bambino fastidioso” (annoying child) to their face, even if they “didn’t know what it meant.” Even though Melissa was much older than you, you found yourself emitting a sort of nurturing energy around her, like your spirit predated hers by hundreds of years. It wasn’t a ‘holier-than-thou’ thing, as you psychoanalyzed that exact thought on a daily basis to make sure you never came off that way, you just simply really cared for Melissa. Maybe even loved her. You two had been on a few coffee outings, mostly to talk about books you were reading, and even then Ava or Barbara would usually tag along. Sometimes you would venture to one of the lunch spots close to the school one-on-one, and you’d savor every moment, but things never went much further than that. And that was fine. 

Today, upon your arrival, you scanned the room for your redheaded crush. Jacob spotted you from the corner of his eye, “Looking for someone?” He wore a shit-eating grin.

You rolled your eyes, “Where’s Schemmenti?”

“She’s taking a phone call—” Jacob started. Barbara, who sat on the sofa, turned around and shushed you two.

Your eyes found Jacob’s again, “Stop smiling like that. You look stupid,” you spat at him, and put your things down on a nearby chair. You straightened your shirt and headed for the door.

Jacob stopped you, “I don’t think she wants to be interrupted…”

You snap back to him, “I’m going to the bathroom. Is that fucking illegal now?”

He cowered. Barbara whipped around again, “Y/N! We are in an elementary school, and more importantly, in the presence of G. O. D. Chose your words wiser.”

“Gee, I almost forgot.” You rolled your eyes and exited the lounge.

You had no intention of bothering Melissa until you heard an animalistic noise cut through the silence of the hallway. You turned around on your heels quickly and followed it. Another loud shriek came from an opening in the door to Melissa’s classroom. Your eyes widened as you scurried over, leaning flat against the wall next to the door, trying to listen. Your stomach turned as you couldn’t make out her words, only her morphed sobs and screams at whoever she was yelling at.

It was rare for Melissa to exude such emotion in public. Even when her Nonna died last year, none of the others figured it out until months later. For some reason, however, you were the one who Melissa called when she found out. You spent all night in the rocking chair on your porch listening to Melissa grieve, mostly silent, occasionally offering reassurance and other soft words. The whole time, you were perplexed: why you? What about you made Melissa feel comfortable enough to let her guard down?

You shook off the memory just as you heard a final yell from the classroom, “DO NOT FUCKING CALL ME AGAIN!” Just then, Melissa’s cell phone flew through the doorway and flopped to the ground. 

You counted to five to make sure nothing else was coming after it, then you bent down to retrieve the phone. The screen was smashed. Melissa, hadn’t noticed you. Her head rested in her hands. You picked up her phone and crept into her room. “I think you dropped this,” you waved the phone in the air and smiled crookedly. You had an inability to be serious in serious situations, but your jokes showed your sincerity, and Melissa appreciated that. 

She looked up from her hands as you handed her the phone. Her face was mangled with tears, full of humiliation. There was a small twinge of relief in her eyes, realizing it was you. The broken phone stared up at her, “Fuck…” she examined it.

“I know. 8AM is a little early for you to be going all She-Hulk on me, Schemmenti. What’s going on?” You leaned back up against her desk.

“Did you hear any of that?” Child-like embarrassment filled her eyes.

“No. Not much. I just heard more crying than cussing, which is what concerned me.”

“It was Joe,” her eyes glued to the phone.

“Oh, joy,” you exhale sharply and wait for Melissa’s explanation. It takes a few moments.

“Actually, I called him,” you raise an eyebrow at her as she continued, “Do you remember when I told you about my Nonna’s jewelry box?”

“The one she left to you? From the old country?” You tilted your head to the side.

“That’s the one. Well, last night, I was going through it looking for something specific. I couldn’t find it anywhere. Practically tore my house apart to find this one little thing. And then I remembered. It was probably under the secret squeaky floorboard at the old house.”

“The secret squeaky what?” You half-laughed. The words sounded ridiculous coming from Melissa.

“At the house Joe and I shared, in the basement, there was this loose floorboard in the corner where I kept all the important stuff: photos, trinkets, jewelry, you know. Nonna gave me the thing I was looking for when Joe and I got married, so I figured I might’ve accidentally left it under there. I called Joe and asked him to look thinking he wouldn’t know what I was talking about because, you know, secret. But he did. And he said in one of his temper tantrums, he found the floorboard and threw away everything under there. Except the thing. He kept it all these years and just…just gave it away to his most recent slam-piece.” Her voice cracked on those last words.

“Slam-piece? I thought he got remarried?” You questioned.

“Re-married and re-divorced. That man couldn’t keep a woman if he had her in a god damn cage. And now, some random whore is in possession of an heirloom that has been in my family for centuries.” She began sobbing again, her words broken up, “And Joe said that if I really cared about it I wouldn’t have left it.” Her head fell back into her hands. 

Your fists clenched, “So he’s just…not gonna give it back?” You asked though gritted teeth.

Melissa was hysterical, stuttering through her next thoughts, “N-no. He said he couldn’t j-just take it b-back from her because he already g-gave it and it would be rude t-to take it away. But it’s—it’s mine! He just took it…he just…” She couldn’t speak anymore.

You quickly stood and wrapped your arms around her poor, sitting figure. “Deep breaths. Deep breaths, Mel.” You whispered, rubbing her back as she cried into your stomach. You gentleness was simply a facade. As you looked out the window behind her, the world caught fire. Your blood boiled; you could feel it in your ears, behind your eyes, and in each one of your fingertips. So badly did your mouth want to spit poisonous words. Your fists wanted to break the windows. You wanted to wail along with Melissa, but you knew she needed softness. Your fingernails combed through her long, red locks as she took a couple of deep breaths, collecting herself. 

When she pulled away, you kneeled down to her level and grabbed her face, “Melissa Schemmenti, I will not rest until you have that…thing.” You paused, “What is it, anyway? I feel like I should know what I’m going to murder someone over, right?”

She let out an exasperated laugh, “It doesn’t matter, kiddo. There’s no chance he’ll give it back to me. Especially not after that phone call. Just forget about it.”

“Impossible.” You replied, but halfway said to yourself. You were going to figure out how to get back Melissa’s heirloom, whatever it was, if it was the last thing you did. Both of you were snapped out of the moment when the 8:30 bell invaded you ears. In just a few moments, Melissa’s students would parade through the door, tugging on the hem of her jacket, needing her.

You ran your thumbs under Melissa’s eyes, swiping away tears, loose makeup, and heartbreak. It reminded you of leveling the flour off the measuring cup when you baked Melissa a cake for her birthday a few months before. Something you were good at: making everything just right. “You are gonna be okay, amore mio,” she raised an eyebrow at your sloppy Italian, “You know where my classroom is if you need me. How about we eat lunch in there together?”

Melissa nodded. The chatter of small children crescendoed from down the hall. Before you could even think of your next move, your body took over. Without thinking, you leaned in and planted a quick kiss on Melissa’s forehead. You stood and stumbled back immediately, both sets of eyes wide. Preparing for impact, you took two more slow steps backward. Melissa softened, however, exhaling deeply. With her breath went every worry, every tear she cried. She straightened her shoulders, dumbfounded that your intimate gesture, however slight, pulled so much negativity out of her body so aggressively. You quickly turned around and headed for the exit. Melissa stood up to stop you, but her students flooded the doorway waiting to be greeted by their teacher.

During lunch, you kept your promise. You suggested you and Melissa take a walk over to the hoagie shop near the school and she agreed. Melissa would never ever turn down a capicola sandwich and a bag of sour cream and onion chips, especially if they were free. The two of you ate in your classroom. Melissa, though still melancholic, babbled about last week’s football game with her mouth full. You felt guilty for not listening all the way, but the inside of your head was too chaotic. It was for good reason, though, as you were thinking of the thousands of ways you could possibly get Melissa’s item back. You had to internally talk yourself out of busting down the door of the house and demanding it back from the bitch. Getting arrested would probably piss Melissa off more, even if she would respect you for it. 

You also couldn’t get that forehead kiss out of your head. What were you thinking? You weren’t thinking. More importantly, why did Melissa seem to like it? What was Melissa about to say before her students interrupted? You decided against bringing it up, as to not make anything weird. Melissa seemed to be in a good enough mood for the situation, and you didn’t want to ruin it. You bit hard into your Italian sub.

“You okay over there, hon?” Melissa asked.

“Huh? Yeah, I’m fine. Why?” You replied with your mouth full.

“You just tore that bread off your sandwich like it was someone’s head,” she laughed, “And you haven’t been listening for the last five minutes.”

“What? I’ve been listening!” You put down your sandwich, “You said ‘if the fucking god damn Cowboys run one more shitty play, I’m going to drive to Dallas and set the stadium ablaze myself.’”

“Touché.” She took another bite, “You coming?”

You raised an eyebrow. Coming. “Coming where?”

“To Dallas. For arson. I don’t need an accomplice, but I’d like to have someone there to take a picture of me in front of the burning stadium.” You both burst into laughter.

“Well, why me?” You shook if off. 

Melissa looked through your eyes, into your soul. “I don’t know. I just like you.” She snapped back to reality, “And you have fast little feet for when we need to make a run for it. Duh.” 

After walking Melissa back to her classroom, you decided to visit Miss Problem-Solver herself: Janine Teagues. You dropped your kids off at music class and then tiptoed over to her room. After a few knocks, she popped out of her seat and scurried over to you, “Hey, you! What’s up?”

You chose your next words carefully, as to not overexcite the small fireball, “Do you have a couple minutes? I think I need some advice.”

Her eyes widened, “Advice? I’m so good at advice! What do you need advice about? The math lesson plan you’ve been fooling around with? You know, I know you’re not the strongest in math but I really do think you totally got this and if we just—”

“No, no, nothing school related…kinda,” you cut her off, “Lets say one of your friends has an item that is super important to them…that someone else is in possession of…and they won’t give it back. But your friend is the rightful owner. How would you, you know, stick your hand in and try to get it back?”

“I knew Melissa was acting extra hostile today.” She spoke to the floor.

“What? I didn’t say it was Melissa.” You raised an eyebrow.

“You didn’t have to,” Janine smirked. 

“Okay, whatever. But this conversation is definitely not happening right now. Capeesh?” She mimed zipping her lips. “Good. Now, Joe took a family heirloom from Melissa and gave it to his new girlfriend, but it’s been in Melissa’s family for like a million years. He is refusing to give it back to her. But I need to get it back. I know I can.”

She tilted her head to the side, “Have you tried asking his girlfriend about it?”

“I guess not,” you began, “But I don’t even know who she is!’

Janine cackled, “Y/N, we’re millennials. We’re the Facebook stalking champions. Let’s figure this out.”

She walked back over to her computer and you followed. You stood behind her as she got onto Facebook. First, she pulled up Melissa’s page. You paused to admire her profile picture: it was when the Eagles won the Super Bowl last year. She stood at Lincoln Financial Field with her arms spread wide as confetti rained around her, and an open mouth smile decorated her face. Janine caught you smiling, “Your dimples are showing,” she joked, and clicked on Melissa’s friends list, where she found Joe. 

The two of them were on good terms until, presumably, this particular morning. Joe’s profile picture was himself holding an oversized beer. Sounds about right. Every time you saw Joe’s picture you never understood what Melissa saw in him. Of course, you never really had any sort of feelings towards men, period. But, Melissa was so beautiful, and Joe was…so average. Ugly even. You weren’t afraid to think it. You recalled seeing their wedding photo once: Melissa looked radiant and Joe looked like he didn’t want to be there. They didn’t look right next to each other; they didn’t fit. You always imagined what you and Melissa looked like walking together. Even today, on your journey to the hoagie shop, you wondered how you two would look next to each other if the hypothetical paparazzi snapped a photo at that moment.

Janine was combing through Joe’s recent posts until she came across a selfie of him and a woman…a redhead. The caption: “My Redheaded Firetruck Girl.”

“Give me a fucking break,” you whispered.

One of Janine’s students stood, “Oooooh Ms. Y/N said a bad word!”

The class erupted into a chorus of ‘Oooooo’s. Janine looked at you disapprovingly. You shrugged a silent ‘sorry’ at her, and motioned for her to keep going. 

She clicked on the poster of the photo: Carol Trinity. “I think we found her,” Janine clapped her hands together and blew on her knuckles. “Look her up on WhitePages and you’ve got yourself a phone call!”

You thanked Janine warmly, and she replied with a wink. “Go get her, tiger.”

Your head snapped back toward her as she fixed her words, “Go get IT. I meant. Go get it. The thing.”

And you did. You called Carol and explained yourself: said you were a close friend of Joe’s ex wife and that he gave her one of Melissa’s important pieces of family history. The phone call was quick. Luckily, Carol was a normal human being. She volunteered to bring it to Abbott by the end of the day herself, and wouldn’t mention it to Joe. A girl’s girl. You thanked her a million and one times and said you would be waiting for her in the main office.

When she arrived, she hugged you tight and harped on what an amazing friend you were. You nodded intently, but your eyes kept traveling to the clock in the corner of the room: 3:54PM. The children had long gotten on the bus, and Melissa was probably packing her things to leave for the day.

As soon as Carol was outside, you blasted through the front office door with a small, sleek black box gripped tightly in your hand. A cacophony of clicks erupted from the heels of your boots as you sprinted down the hallway toward Melissa’s classroom. Your speed was so incredible, you almost missed her doorway, but as you backtracked, you realized the lights were off. “Shit!” You stomped your foot in defeat. You were then alerted by the click of the back doors opening. You whipped around to see a glimpse of bright red hair floating through. “MELISSA!” You called, but she was already outside.

Like a bull to a red scarf, your charged the back doors, knuckles white from gripping the box so hard. Melissa had already crossed the parking lot by the time you made it outside. Her hand brushed her car door when she heard your yelling, “MEL! MEL!”

Her head snapped toward the door. You jumped up and down a few times before sprinting toward her, “I got it, Mel! I got your thing!” You waved the box in the air.

Melissa’s face contorted with disbelief. There was no way you were able to get the heirloom back, and in just a few hours no less. The woman stood frozen as you finally caught up to her and held out the box. “I got it,” you repeated, breathless.

She took the box, almost glowing in the overcast light, and ran her fingers along the raised “Bellissima Gioielleria” logo. “Y/N…how did you…”

“I got a guy,” you smirked, proud of yourself. “It’s me. I’m the guy in this case. And I didn’t even have to brutally maim anyone.” 

The redhead couldn’t stop marveling at the box. You interjected again, “I didn’t open it. I know you were trying to hide what it was. I just wanted to let you know I didn’t open it.”

She looked up at you with tears in her eyes, “I just can’t believe…I can’t believe you did this for me. Why? Why did you go to all the trouble?”

“Schemmenti, I would get in bigger trouble than this if it meant I didn’t have to see you shed another sad tear for the rest of forever.” You placed your hands over hers underneath the box. 

The school doors opened again to reveal Janine, Gregory, and Jacob chattering away on their way to their cars. You and Melissa looked at them, then each other. She hit the unlock button on her keys and said, “Get in. I want to show you something.”

You ran around to the other side of the car, opened the door, and slid in with Melissa mirroring you. Once both the doors were shut, Melissa stared hard at the box in her lap before finally picking it up. She carefully took the lid off to reveal the object: a thin gold chain bracelet with the smallest, little gold star clasp. Melissa’s mouth stretched into a wide smile.

You stared at the dainty jewelry in awe, “It’s…beautiful.”

“You bet your sweet ass it is. Been in the family for over a century. My Nonna gave this to me before I married Joe. Her Nonna gave it to her and she was saving it for me,” Melissa pointed to the clasp, “She always said I was ‘la stella più luminosa’—her brightest star. I lit up the world and worked tirelessly to make it better for others around me…her words, of course. She gave it to me on my wedding day because she wanted to make sure I knew to never let anyone stomp out that light in me,” she mimicked her grandmother, “especially not some uomo disgustoso. You know, old Italian women always seem to know when something isn’t gonna work out. I swear they see the future, all of ‘em.”

She pinched the bracelet in between her fingers and lifted it to eye level, examining. Then, she looked at you. With her other hand, she summoned you, “C’mere.”

You sat back, “What?”

She reached for your arm, “Gimme your wrist.”

“Melissa, what? No,” you snatched your wrist away, but Melissa pulled it back, “Stop, what are you doing?”

“Can you please just hold still?” She unclasped the bracelet and draped it around your left wrist before re-clasping it. Tears filled your eyes immediately.  Romantic, platonic, or other, Melissa just adorned you in one of her most prized possessions. 

You looked up at her, unable to hide the immense strength it took to hold your tears back. All you could muster was, “Why…me?”

Melissa exhaled deeply, “This past year, It seems like whenever I look up, you’re always there. You’re always helping me, guiding me…I feel a comfort around you I can’t describe. I was planning on giving you this anyway, that’s why I was so upset this morning, but witnessing what you did for me today, there’s just no doubt in my mind…it’s you. You are my stella più luminosa, Y/N. And I don’t know what this is, and I don’t know what I want it to be…but I know that I really trust you.”

There was no stopping your jaw from dropping. While you had a little schoolgirl crush on Melissa, she had actual, true love for you. Actual trust in you. “All that to say,” she began again, “Do ya wanna try this out? Can I take you out sometime?”

All of your feelings for Melissa crawled up your throat and fought for space in your mouth, but you couldn’t manage to say any of them. Your body kicked into autopilot again to make up for your lack of words. You touched Melissa’s cheek, leaned in, and pressed your lips to hers. It wasn’t too gentle, but it wasn’t too forceful: it was affirming. You didn’t need to say yes, the kiss already did. When you pulled away, Melissa immediately pulled you into an awkward hug over the center console in the car. “I’ll take that as a yes,” She whispered.

You nodded into her shoulder. Muffled cheers erupted from outside the car. You both look through the front window to see Gregory jumping around and Janine and Jacob crying, holding each other. Melissa squeezed your hand, “Should we give ‘em a show?”

Before she could finish her question, you were kissing her again. 

Why you? Because you deserved Melissa. And she deserved you too.

[juniper-is-in-the-house]

I know no one comes to my blog for my political opinions but I have to talk about this.

I’ve been a fan of Natalie aka Contrapoints since 2019. I loved that woman: she was smart, she was funny, she taught me about my own issues with internalized transphobia and TERFs and all sorts of other interesting things.

I defended her when people were accusing her of being truscum because she wasn’t, she was dealing with her own internalized transphobia. This, however, is not that.

The TL;DR of this long ass statement is that Contrapoints says she’s pro Palestine but she finds the movement to be annoying and overly angry because God forbid people get angry about children being genocided by an apartheid state.

She then talks about how she sees no solution for this genocide other than nuclear war so she doesn’t think that looking for one is even worth trying which is insane.

She also talks about how anti Zionism and antisemitism aren’t the same thing BUT people on the Left are just too angry and also isn’t it their fault Trump won?

Here’s the thing: it’s not. Trump didn’t win because Kamala was pro Palestine he won because Kamala failed to use her momentum to actually show support for causes that are important to young voters like Palestine and instead doubled down on her Zionism. That’s why she lost. That’s why Zohran Mamdani has such a large base, because he’s campaigning on a platform made up of issues that young people actually care about like making public transit more affordable, freezing rent and not being a Zionist dick, not giving out loans to small businesses.

Contrapoints also argues that “not a single Palestinian life was saved” through the efforts of the pro Palestinian movement which is demonstrably false. Millions of dollars have been given directly to Palestinian people in aid because of the countless efforts of pro Palestinian people all around the world donating money to Save The Children, the pro Palestine creator fund, etc. Things are happening, change is happening, it’s just not happening fast enough for her to care.

This is fucked up and calling it fucked up is not a purity test, it’s reality. You don’t get to be pro Palestine and then turn around and say that the movement means nothing or that the people who have been defending Palestine with their lives aren’t considering Zionist’s feelings enough. Zionist feelings have been at the center of this for far too long and everything has been done to address them: from activists groups made up entirely of Jewish people who are directly opposed to Israel to countless explanations as to how Zionism and Judaism are not the same thing. But none of this is enough for Natalie who finds all of this terribly annoying and inconvenient for her.

The worst part is that it’s okay to wonder about Zionists and why they think the way they do. It’s okay to wonder about their humanity and try to think about a more peaceful solution. What’s not okay is to speak up after being quiet for two years just to say “Free Palestine BUT” and then complain that the movement is too angry for your liking. It harkens back to a time when Malcolm X was believed to be too angry, when Nelson Mandela was also believed to be too angry or too radical.

This is all to say that I’m incredibly disappointed in Contrapoint’s statement and I hope she can find it in her heart to care about Palestinian people just as much as she cares about herself.

And as always, free Palestine

[dollyforever]

my void success story!!

I'm feeling inspired and I just had a yummy lunch with my brother and the sun is shining so let me tell you about my manifestations and my void state journey from 5 days ago.

so, I made a post about a ritual I made to let go of your old reality, and allow endless manifestations to flow into your life effortlessly. I decided to wait some days to try it myself, because I wanted to feel very sure of my decision. As I said, this ritual is for real. Once you decide you are stepping into a different, new life and version of yourself, life won't be the same as before. Anyway, 5 days later (i miscalculated before sorry) I said, okay, let's do this. and so I did. As I was falling asleep, I meditated, and it was like nothing I've ever felt before. It was like... I don't know. something shifted inside and outside of me. For a split second, I entered the void and I forgot to manifest anything specific, so I just wished for a lucky life. when I was done, and as I fell asleep, I noticed how a massive weight had been released from my body. Like, any possible issues and worries I had before, were gone.

the next morning I woke up and I made coffee and the birds were chirping louder than usual and the house was quieter than usual. no parents screaming, no brother being annoying. and I felt so light, and so peaceful and so immensely happy. It's a feeling I can't put into words. and so, I posted on Tumblr, because I was excited about my new life.

That same day, just one hour later after that post, I found my dream apartment in my dream city where I'll go to study next year. I saw it just 4 minutes after the sweet woman renting it posted it on the apartment app thing. I texted her, and talked to my mom, and to my satisfaction, my parents instantly agreed, since the price was absolutely perfect. the apartment is sooo dreamy and big and it's in such a safe area, and ALL of the things in my manifestation list (I had made a list months before to manifest this apartment) were crossed.

ok, so I was absolutely ECSTATIC because finally, I had found my dream apartment and I said, alright, now let's search for my dream vintage clothes for uni next year. Let me tell you. I found the CUTEST rarest Abercrombie and Hollister pieces for SO CHEAP!!!! And I bought them obviously. and I sold so many clothes I didn't want anymore. I also found my dream discontinued perfume getting sold for a fraction of the original price.

Anyway, since the day was going so well, I decided to call two friends who I'm not super close with to ask them to hang out, and so we did that same afternoon. I don't want to go into detail, but basically I came out of that hang out feeling so incredibly happy and grateful for my new close friends.

Then, I got a message from a boy I met a year ago in the summer saying he was coming to my city in a few days and that we should hang out. And we did!!! It was so nice, we went to different museums and talked about art and literature and painted with watercolors in the old part of the city.

And now, around bit less than a week after this whole thing, my parents surprised me with a MacBook Air (I'm typing from it right now!!!!) my old computer was sooo laggy and horrible, and I was really hoping for a new one, specifically from apple. And they gave them free AirPods for buying it, which my brother kept :).

okay. I seriously did not make this post to brag or anything at all in that matter. I want to tell you that before this, I had been feeling super stuck and unmotivated in my journey. I feel unstoppable now. and I am so excited to manifest even more things and enter the void again. I'm still super interested in shifting (obvi) but life has felt so beautiful, I don't even wish to leave. Though I am excited to enter new realities, of course. That's a story for another day.

love, doll

[vicolette]

Lamine meets a girl who is much shorter than him. She is very aggressive and a madridista. Lamine is very soft and flirty towards her.(This part is not important but it would be better if the girl is not Spanish. Because when she is talking to Lamine she cannot speak Spanish properly because of excitement and nerves.)I could only write this much with the translation. I apologize if there are any grammatical errors. Good night, ma'am 🙏♥️

𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐲 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 !

– Warnings : English isn’t my first language, uses of y/n & pet names, Barca & Rma rivalry, not proofread.

"Where's your brother?"

Shrugging your shoulders with an additional eye roll, you turned your head to both sides before facing Lamine again, this time with a much more annoyed expression at the realization that you have to endure Lamine and his weird flirting tactics now. "Don't know, don't care."

"Aha." He hummed in delightment and watched as you avoided looking at him at all costs, preferably searching for your older brother, who was also one of his best friends. "So... you would rather stay with me?"

Silence took over the place as the sun kissed his skin and made Lamine lightly narrow his eyes, watching with an intense gaze as you stood frozen in place and couldn't even respond.

After all, Lamine and his needs to always show off were clear by the way he spoke English instead of Catalan to you. It had happened randomly, when you proudly told your friends that you were learning English better and he suggested that you two could converse in the foreign language.

So now, you not only had to keep up with Lamine's silly attitude, but you also had to talk with each other in English. It wouldn't have been a problem, if it wasn't for the fact that he is capable of easily learning new languages as a bilingual person and, with that, faster at speaking English better than you.

"... what?" Seeing you seem so confused, amused him to no end, waving his hand up and down as to dismiss your concerns and just move on. Hesitation still lingered in your expression as you stared at him for a moment, curious as to what he had said, but you then just looked away and pushed your thoughts away.

"C'mon, your bro will be here soon, trust me." Lamine spoke up as he wrapped an arm around both of your shoulders, pulling you closer, as if he couldn't just put his arm on top of your head and lean towards you. However, he chose peace, because Lamine knew that you would in an instant kick him in the nuts.

Not like it had happened before, but he just wanted to stay the same.

"Fuck it." Your attempts to swear at him were almost always failures, just like at that moment, when you had forgotten how to phrase it in English. "... fuck off."

"Woah, woah, woah!" His eyebrows raised in mocking surprise as a wide grin grew on his face, but Lamine was fast enough to mask it with a pout. Acting flirty with you was hilarious enough, yet to act childish was even more ridiculous in his opinion. "Who taught you that?"

A silent moment passed by while you were deep in thought, which Lamine took in his advantage as to cover the Real Madrid logo on your jersey, although he couldn't deny the fact that the dragon jersey of his rival's team looked good.

"... Huh?"

"Who taught you that?" He repeated with an incredibly clear Spanish accent, noticing how you must be confused about the verb. Lamine let out a fakely made exasperated sigh, before repeating his question, just in Catalan this time. "Qui t'ho va ensenyar?"

"Ah... you!" A teasing yet dramatic gasp left from his mouth as the teenager started to ruffle your hair in order to mess with it, watching as you immediately slapped his hand away and tried to fix it without a mirror. "Stupid boy."

"You call me stupid, but you are the one, who can't-" Before he could turn his sentence into a whole, Lamine stopped as he stared at the back of your head. You seemed genuinely upset about the chaos of a bird nest of your hair, sp he decided to somehow offer his help.

Taking your hairtie out, his skillful hands were quick to brush any tangles out of your hair, even though you were mostly whining due to the pain of him pulling too hard. Once he was finished, Lamine took a step back to see how your ponytail was now higher than before.

"Gorgeous." It took you a while to realize what he meant by that, since it was a new word in your English vocabulary, yet once it clicked, you felt your cheeks heat and move your head to the side before he could suspect anything.

Nevertheless, Lamine still caught sight of you blushing a dark red color and immediately thought about teasing you, until the familiar sound of your brother's voice entered both of your ears. You snapped your head high in order to see him, whereas the athlete just huffed in frustration. It was about to be entertaining…

"Yo, what’s up?" As he dabbed you up and sent Lamine a cheesy smile, he noticed how it soon went silent. Awkwardness lingered in the air as nobody spoke up, before a few more friends of his came up, yet he still continued to speak. "How was it, leaving you two alone?"

Both you and Lamine shared a look, yours of pure annoyance, while his of genuine mischief, before you replied to your brother's question.

"Horrible."

"Amazing."

– A/N : first time being called ma'am, I feel old now... but thank you for the request!! Good night/day to you too anon :)

[burekforsatoru]

my medicine

baji keisuke/f!reader | read it on ao3 something something… pretending you're sick so you can stay in with baji turns into some sweet alone time with him. wc: 3.5k tags: piv, smut, fluff, domestic fluff, fingering, soft sex, pet names, whipped baji, no use of y/n

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he knows you're lying.

perched up on the kitchen counter while he chops all the ingredients with the skilled precision of someone who's done it countless times before, you swipe away a ribbon of carrot here, a broccoli floret there, like a self-satisfied cat scheming how to steal her owner's dinner. he knows it's all a lie, that you're so full of it, but there's barely anything baji wouldn't do for you. so when you pout and tell him you're not feeling well and can't go out with friends, when your eyelashes bat so sweetly and sweep the tops of your cheeks and you ask him to cook you something comforting, it doesn't matter that he hears you giggling to yourself as soon as he pulls away and starts walking towards the kitchen. it doesn't matter that you rub your hands like a filthy little fly, scheming your schemes, because he's already decided what to make for you.

baji catches your little smirk with the corner of his eye every time he switches to a different item to chop, but he still won't say no to you. some strands of black are spilling from his ponytail, framing his focused face, but you break his concentration every now and then with a stick of red pepper you press against his lips, giggling as he accepts it, biting the tips of your fingers in the process. the overhead light of the range hood illuminates his bare torso — a bold choice while cooking, but it's the last thing on his mind — and you have to remind yourself that you're poorly, you can't think about these things, let alone touch him up while he's trying to cook.

having mixed the sauce, he lets you taste it, waiting for your hum of approval before continuing. he never misses, knowing his way around the kitchen from all the times you two have cooked together since moving in, and today is no different. as the steam rises, so does your appetite. he mixes the vegetables and noodles in the pan with one hand while the other is on your thigh, gently holding it as he keeps looking up at you to check the look on your face. he knows you were lying, the act forgotten as soon as your butt landed on the counter and the stove was on, but he always enjoys the way your eyes cover every inch of him, full of appreciation whether you realise it or not. it's the sweetest thing, really, the way he lets you get away with things knowing he'll get to cash them in later, and you'll never say no either. a perfect pair, so smitten with each other even behind the eye rolls, snarky comments, and loud snorts. because there's nobody else that keisuke baji would want to annoy more than you.

⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ ⠂⠄⠄⠂☆

"was it good?" his whisper is crackling in the semi-darkness of the room. the only clue that he has been awake the whole time was the constant movement of his hand across your leg while his head rested on your lap.

"hmm? yeah, you're incredible." with eyes closed, you can feel the position he's lying in. cuddled up to your leg, his body heat comfortable as it spreads up your body. baji's hands usually have a mind of their own, though, and this time is no exception.

"and you're a little liar, aren't you, pretty?" the cheek that's resting against your bare skin pulls up as he smirks. the callused pads of his fingertips slowly glide higher and higher, toying with the hem of your shorts before slipping under the material, making you gasp softly at the feeling and in response to his call out.

"i'm— maybeee…" he won't let you get away with it now, though, after he's already done what you wanted, because now it's his turn to get what he wants. and what he wants is covered by a thin layer of cotton, his destination already closer with every passing second.

"my lying girl…" it's his thumb that touches your clothed pussy first, starts rubbing little slow circles while he nuzzles his cheek against your thigh. instinctively, you part your legs, only enough to feel his touch better. "… if you're feeling sick, then we shouldn't do this…"

baji all but flutters at the way you whine in frustration, the most you'll let yourself plead for him not to stop. "wait no, i'm feeling so much better actually," you quickly add, "your food is like my medicine i guess."

he chuckles and lifts his head to press a soft kiss to the top of your thigh, keeping consistent pressure with his thumb on your clit. the little shocks that go through your entire body are what he aims for, needs to hear you gasping for more as he observes the way your thighs clench, your chest rises and falls with every quickening breath, your lips part to whisper his name — the sweetest sound to ever fall from them.

"might have to switch my major then," he smiles and presses another kiss to your thigh, "'cause i'm so good at healing people, too." tenderly, his index finger moves past the material of your panties and glides over your soft folds, collecting the little bit of wetness before starting to tease your needy hole. a little sigh escapes his lips as you part your legs a bit wider now, a reflex that always lets him know you want him. lines that his lips trail on your skin go up to your hips and keep going, covering you in tender affection while punishing you in the best way.

slowly. so slowly, baji's fingertip pushes into your warm cunt and stays unmoving. not even after you whine for more does he move it. his lips close around your pert nipple after he slowly pulled your shirt up just enough to do this. he hums around it, looking up at you with those warm eyes the colour of bronze. his sweet, lying girl, happy to make up stuff just for him to pay a little extra attention to her, but now he's giving you plenty more attention, and you still want more… he wants to give you more, too, feeling your cunt squeeze his finger like that, like it's demanding for more, damn, he'd give you anything.

folding so quickly, something he'll chastise himself over later, he pushes more of his finger inside of you, cursing when he adds a second and feels you adjust to him. he's straddling your thigh, slowly rubbing his cock against it while stroking your walls with curled fingers, his lips trailing away from your nipple and towards your collar bone.

"l-look…" you start, gasping as his fingers move languidly, curling up into that sweet spot that makes you lift your hips up off the bed. "i was jus' being s-silly—"

"mhm," baji interrupts, kissing your jaw before reaching up to cup your cheek with the hand that's not making you clench your thighs, "save it, baby, you and i both know you don't have to apologise to me." finally, his lips cover yours in a slow, gentle kiss, the sound of lips meeting together echoing in the room.

"kei…" you murmur against the kiss, pressing into another one with eyes closed, blindly reaching for his hair just to run your fingers through his long strands that spill from that messy ponytail. he hums into your lips, kissing you almost lazily while his fingers barely pump in and out of you, pressing into that part of you that always has you wiggling your toes. "come on, please."

"what?" he knows he's being a brat, smirking against your lips and nipping on the bottom one just to make you more frustrated. a strand of his hair tickles your cheek when he leans forward, pressing the heel of his palm on your clit to rub you slowly, still grinding on your thigh.

a little groan escapes him when you clench around his long fingers, almost like your pretty cunt is telling him that's enough playing around, there's something else it needs, and his cock rubbing against your thigh is not helping. in fact, it's making you more impatient, and he's not immune to it either. never has been, when it comes to your sugary moans, your warm pussy that only seems to be satisfied when he's stuffed you full of himself, when he gets rough and wild with you, playfully trying out everything and anything that could come to his mind because he knows you like it too. but something about tonight feels a little more gentle. even though he knows you weren't poorly, he wants to treat you, wants to comfort along a few of his signature jabs.

your brow furrows and he sighs, resting his forehead against yours. his fingers slow down and ultimately stop, pulling out of you and rubbing a few more gentle circles on your clit before he can bring them up to his lips to kiss. your slick covers his lips now, smeared all over his bottom lip as he pops those fingers into his mouth to clean them of you, never once being one to waste perfectly good food. with a rustle of the sheets under you, he slides over your thigh and settles between your legs.

his hands glide along your thighs, warming them up with his palms while he's kissing your soft pout. giving in, that's what he's trying to tell himself isn't happening, but whenever he's trying to make you work for it, beg a little, get to the point of desperately bringing him closer with your legs wrapped around his waist, he folds for you like freshly ironed laundry. with a gentle grip, but warm and secure under his palms, he lifts up your legs to angle you better. the light yelp that falls from your mouth feeds him, spurs him on as his hips grind against yours in a familiar way, in the sweetest dance that you do together.

it's the smoothest of movements, practised to perfection, in which he slides off his boxers and hooks his finger under the waistband of your shorts and panties to rid you of them. now, one step closer to slotting his cock into you, into the most comforting warmth in the world, he's pressing you down into the mattress, his mouth lazily moving over yours, swallowing, devouring your little whimpers, coaxing out more of them as his cock head glides over your clit and teases it even worse than his fingers did just a mere minute earlier.

"this what you wanted?" he groans into your mouth, just before taking it for another kiss, this one deeper and more passionate, but still slow. like he's never been in a hurry in his life. like you own him, body and soul, and time stops when he's pressed against you. "didn't wanna go out tonight so we can just stay in doing this?"

your hands find their place in the roots of his hair, tugging, gripping, anchoring you in place as he moves against you, pushing you to lift your hips up and follow his rhythm.

"not quite," you breathe, pulling him closer, devouring the cheeky words that die on the tip of his tongue, "want more—"

"greedy." he smirks and you can feel the corners of his lips tug against your face before he kisses you again, stopping any and all efforts of you trying to speak.

"annoying," your eyes roll so deliciously, slowly and intentionally, the last push he needs to prove you wrong, to make you eat those words that he tastes on your lips, "do you ever shut—"

he's torn between a diabolical grin and a tug on his lip, the way your sweet, warm cunt hugs his cock never fails to make his mind go haywire. one thing that always has him lose it is the very moment when his tip pushes into you. the sweet little inaudible pop that's felt in your bones, the immediate need to slide all the way in until his balls are pressed against your ass, the darling whine that you give up, all of it makes ditching other plans worth it. sure, he may have been itching to go for a long ride with you on his bike and speed past fancy cars while you race with the guys, but the quiet of your room, the feeling of your soft skin under his rough palm, it's better than any adrenaline surge he'd get anywhere else.

"—up…" you exhale, no longer with a cocky smile on your face, no longer trying to cause a reaction in baji, because the reaction is right there — pressed so deep inside you that his hips grind against yours. small, broken moans begin in your throat and end in his, slowly being swallowed by his hungry lips that part yours in repeated kisses, almost making it impossible to imagine a reality where his lips aren't pressed against yours the entire time.

"baby…" he groans, pulling away and pushing in slowly, until there's nowhere else to go and you're clinging to him with your thighs around his waist. "we both know you don't really want me to shut up." the words vibrate against your lips, slipping into your throat like a spoonful of honey and you return the kiss to his cocky mouth, an admission that he's right, one you don't have to say out loud.

"mhm—" the retort dies with another kiss, lazy mouth movements swallowing anything you could say as his hips grind against you. snug like a tight embrace, his thick cock glides into you, pressing its tip against your sweetest spot, the one that makes you curl your toes and dig your heels into the small of baji's back every time, just like now. he lives for it. his shallow breaths against your lips turn into groans, turn into whimpers, collide with your whines, mix into a melody with the rustling of sheets under your back.

noticing how he gives up on teasing you, how his lips press love letters into yours instead, you can't help but giggle. a soft sound, a barely there shudder of your chest under him, and baji could swear he has found heaven. chocolate eyes struggling to stay open, but he needs to take you in. the lines of your face set in an expression of pure bliss, lips slightly parted and kiss-bitten, he can hardly force himself to breathe with how ethereal you look covered in kisses and moonlight, his absolution tasting so sweet as he fucks into you. giving in to the need, his lips dive in for survival on your skin, trailing love along your jaw, down to your neck where he bites to leave his mark. a blooming red flower over a fading yellow one, still wet from his saliva as he leaves another, smaller, just next to that one, making sure he'll be remembered by your skin, the same way that your warm cunt will forever remember him.

barely does he quicken the rolls of his hips when you press your heel into his back again, pulling him in to your own rhythm as you lift your hips off the bed. the shape of you two against the semi-darkness of the room makes baji's mind crackle with electricity, overwhelming his senses with the sight of you taking control of the pace, taking him for yourself, admitting with your movements that he's yours and you're his, and nothing can change it. nothing can erase the confessions made in the dark, witnessed by the universe and sealed with pinky fingers hooked together, lips pressing in a silent agreement. then, just like now, your bodies moving together cast some sort of a spell on him, casting him into an endless pit of utter devotion, to you, to your body, to your soul. enchanting him in every way, calling to him to kiss you again, and again, until your lips can no longer move. and he does, he aligns your lips together so he can steal moan after moan while his thick cock bullies your sopping cunt, at this point sliding in and out of it so much that he's certain it's imprinted on the very essence of you.

"mine," he groans, almost breathlessly, against your lips, teeth baring to bite your bottom lip as he reaches down to lift your leg up, angling his body to go deeper inside you with every thrust of his hips. your hands tremble in his hair, pulling him closer to you like he's leaving, but neither of you can let go of the other.

"yours," you breathe out, tilting your head up to kiss the tip of his nose before he claims your lips again, holding your thigh a little firmer, digging his fingertips into your skin.

"mine." he repeats, a chant, a mantra, incantation to never forget for whom your body cries out the sweetest melodies. your skin is so pliant in his hands, your flesh lets him hold you tight to push your leg down towards the bed, almost desperate to get so deep into you, to feel your pretty cunt flutter around him, to feel you get so high on pleasure that his cock brings you. he finds purpose in your orgasms, feels worthy when you're trying to hold in cries of his name, when your walls are hugging him so tightly that there's no doubt that every part of you loves him.

"yours." a binding confirmation from your bitten lips spurs him on, speeding up as he fucks into you. gently, unlike his preferred methods, because it's a need, not a want, to be buried deep inside you while your body whispers the secrets of the universe for his ears only. his hips hit a little harder, a little more desperately now as the tightness in his abdomen mirrors yours, a tangle of nerves and emotions that threatens to split you in half right there on the messy bed, on the soft sheets warm with your bodies rolling on them.

baji holds onto your leg and takes the other to hook it higher around his waist, pressing down on your body until he knows he's as deep as he can go, until you're folded over like the secret messages he used to leave you under your notebooks. he steals another kiss before biting his own lip, trying to keep his composure until he's dissolved you into a puddle.

"mine." it's more of a growl than a word, a plea to belong, to be told that you're truly his, that this is real. that the heaven under his palms won't go away when he reaches his peak.

"y-yours—" your stuttering voice breaks into a whine, the honey glaze on his warm heart. with curled toes and cramped up legs you tighten around him and grip his hair tighter, finishing with his name on your tongue, his lips on your lips. he follows you there, snapping his quick hips against your skin a few more times before he lets out a deep groan, emptying his pent-up need into your warm and welcoming cunt. he pumps into you a few more times slowly, lazily, making sure you have all of him, and his lips find yours again, dragging out the end for as long as he can.

noses pressed together, your breaths mix on the pillowy lips before they press together slowly. it's so tender, almost like you're afraid the moment will break and swoop away like a pile of ash in the breeze if you move too quickly.

"hmm—" he breaks the silence, stirring as he gently lays his weight on his side and reluctantly pulls out of you.

"shut up for a while longer." you crack a smile, blissed out despite the emptiness you feel at the loss of his cock from within you.

"bossy." baji murmurs, pulling you into a tight embrace against his chest, making sure you can slot your head in the crook of his neck where he can simply tilt his head to plant a kiss to your forehead and you can hear his heartbeat slowing down as he comes down from the high. "you gotta pick a struggle, baby. can't be bossy and a brat."

he only embraces you tighter when you scoff at him, your hands trailing up his back and down, up his arms and down, up his sides, wrapping around him while your eyes close. his hair tickles your nose, the long dark strands escaping that haphazardly tied ponytail that's barely there anymore, the hair tie precariously hanging tied to one singular piece of hair. the traffic outside your window gets quieter the longer you stay like this, the deeper you sink into the comfort of his skin against yours, his limbs tightly entangled with yours.

"you're lucky you're hot." your little jab earns you a tight squeeze, enough to make you chuckle before another kiss lands on your forehead, followed by a wet patch left by baji's playful tongue.

"you're lucky i felt a little sappy for you. won't be that gentle next time."

"we'll see," you sigh, feeling lighter as your mind drifts off, "we'll see."

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[that-tmr-girl]

Minho A-Z Smut Challenge

Aftercare(What he's like after sex):He likes to lay in silence while holding you. He'll put you in a comfy shirt and some loose shorts. He'll make sure you have plenty of water and rub your back while you drink. He'll hold your hand and keep pressing kisses to your nose until you fall asleep.

Body(His favorite body part of yours):Your tits and neck. He'll run his fingers over your neck and slide his hand up your chest to wrap it around but not choke you.

Cum(anything to do with cum):He can't sleep in it. As soon as you are, he cleans himself off. If he doesn't remember to put a towel down, he'll put on a movie and sleep on the couch with you.

Dirty secret(self explanatory):When he's not letting you finish and realizes you're about to start begging, he'll kiss you or go harder to cut you off. He knows how crazy that drives you and loves playing dumb to see it.

Experience(How experienced is he):He had a few onenight stands. There was never any emotional connection though.

Favorite position(self explanatory):He likes fucking you against things. The Maze, the shower, the wall right beside your bed, anything. He especially loves when you can't hold yourself up even with his help so he gets to take you two feet to the bed or couch for another round.

Goofy(is he more goofy or intimate):He's a mix. He'll tease you when you're loud or your eyes roll back, but he makes sure to be gentle with you. He sees you as the only thing that's truly holding him together, and he wants to make sure you never doubt that.

Hair(how well trimmed are they):He's averagely trimmed.

Intimacy(how intimate is he):He makes sure you don't feel like a casual hookup. He'll keep his eyes on you and whisper that you're doing so well and look so good for him. He savors the way you're so close to him and caresses your thighs and waist.

Jack off(masterbation headcannons):He would jack off almost on a schedule (at the end of every week). It wasn't on purpose, but he just fell into the comfort of knowing he'll have that if he made it through rough days.

Kink(one or more of his kinks):Overstimulation, orgasm denial, voyeurism, and a minor dom kink.

Location(favorite place to do it):The shower. He doesn't really care where it is either. There's just a meter of how likely you are to get caught in his head, and he doesn't care how high it gets.

Motivation(what turns him on/gets him going):He thinks it's hot when you get an attitude or sassy with people who are being annoying, including him.

No(something he'd never do/turn offs):Slapping or hitting (spanking would be an exception). He also doesn't like porn. He's admittedly kind of possessive so he'd just prefer if that stayed out of your relationship.

Oral(does he prefer to give or receive it):He won't say no to going down on you, but he prefers receiving. He really likes to look at you and hold your face and carras your cheeks while you blow him.

Pace(is he fast and rough or slow and sensual):He's slow at first, but gradually gets rougher. He eventually gets comfortable enough to fuck you so hard there are scratches on the wall from the headboard banging against it.

Quickies(his opinion on quickies and how often):They combine things he loves. They're rough, they're usually because you could get caught if you don't hurry, and they're usually against something. The thrill of doing you without even being fully undressed and having to just rely on touch feels incredible to him.

Risk(is he down to experiment):He'll try most things once. He sort of obsesses over making sure he's doing it right though and needs two or three rounds to get fully comfortable.

Stamina(how many rounds can he go and how long):He could give you three around half hour rounds that you can barely keep up or one super long and slow one that leaves you begging.

Toys(does he use/own toys):Handcuffs, blindfolds, and gags.

Unfair(how much does he like to tease):He's the worst. He'll moan in your ear and whisper what he's going to do to you. He'll guide your hand up his thigh and slowly unzip and unbutton your pants only to go do something else.

Wildcard(freebie):He loves hickeys. He'll leave them absolutely everywhere and loves it when you wear them out. He also is shameless about any of yours. He'll wear shirts with the least amount of fabric possible just to show off. To him, they're an art.

Volume(how loud is he and what sounds does he make):He tries to be quiet, which he usually manages when he grunts. Every now and then, especially when he's close, a loud moan will escape.

X-ray(size):7 inches and average thickness.

Yearning(how high is his drive):He wants you at least once a week.

Zzzz(how long does it take him to fall asleep after):He dozes off an hour or two after you. He'll just watch you sleep to make sure that you're real and won't vanish in the middle of the night.

[claraswritings]

hiii do you mind doing headcanons on what it’s like dating luca as the youngest berzatto sister?

Of course 🥰

Thank you for your patience ❤️

You meet through an event Carmy takes you. He needs a plus one and you want to try the delicious food

Luca notices you instantly and pretty much has a crush on you right away. He is so awkward and cute around you (think how dorky he was around that chef he idolised)

The two of you hit it off and end up sneaking off with your drinks and end up giggling over stories

He asks you out and Sugar finds out when he shows up to the Bear to see you and she just gives you this look

She takes to Luca instantly though because you’ve told him all about her so he’s full of questions and even asks about baby Sophie

You come out and there’s Luca just holding your niece and playing with her. It’s adorable and your whole heart melts

Tina teases you and tells you not to get any ideas just yet and Luca goes very very pink.

Carmy is shocked when he realises you’re dating. He realises when Luca accidentally calls you ‘babygirl.’ It’s Sydney, who has become one of your best friends, that tells him it’s been months.

He pretends to be a little annoyed but he can’t complain, he knows Luca is gentle and kind so comes around

Richie gives Luca the talk but by the end of it, he and Luca are talking like best friends. Richie tells him embarrassing childhood stories about you. Luca’s promised to go to a baseball game with him and promised to take Richie to an Arsenal game if he’s ever in London.

He wants to meet Donna and you want to meet his mum and sister. You both understand strained family relations and navigate it together

You tell him about Mikey and he listens and asks questions. He spends a whole evening listening to your stories, looking at photos and helping you to remember the best of your brother and it’s then you realise you’re in love.

Marcus sometimes joins you and Luca when you go for ‘dessert dinners’. You really don’t mind as you think it’s interesting listening to the two of them wax lyrical about a sfogliatine or whatever

Carmy ends up mellowing a lot through watching Luca. Luca is also an incredibly talented, Michelin starred chef (Noma, hello) and he manages to still make time for you.

Luca comes with you to Tiff’s wedding and dances with you and spins you around which makes everyone laugh.

He’s family now and you’re always family.

[yallstar]

pretty boy²

[viktorarcanedeservesbetter]

any time a tik tok skit portrays Jayce as this dumb himbo who doesn’t know what’s going on and Viktor as this guy who can barely stand him I actually contemplate the throwing myself into the ocean to the mercy of the giant squid

[br1ghtestlight]

i do think its kinda stupid when ppl are like "they're literally inanimate objects why do you care about them this is SO STUPID" "how are you taking them seriously theyre literally objects" cuz like..... YOURE over here fixating on an anthropomorphic hedgehog. is that so very serious?? even cartoon characters or video games Thats not real. why are you angsting over a fucking drawing that isnt REAL its stupid to care about it

you could use the same logic for anything literally none of this is real or important and all of it is. pretending you're somehow ~intellectually superior because you angst over the animated humans with complex feelings and backstories and emotions instead of the animated objects with complex feelings and backstories and emotions is ridiculous. it is SERIOUS and it is important and it matters to people!!! it was always serious!!!!! what they look like doesn't matter when theyre obviously just a projection of real human experiences & emotions. nobody is angsting over the animated pickle bcuz he's a literal Pickle

[pagesofkenna]

it's basically the same explanation as in the manga, but the anime has made it easier for me to understand what Kabru's beef is with the Touden siblings, and I think that explanation was really well done

[makedonsgriva]

just finished reading semantic error manhwa and now I just can’t stop thinking about writing a wangxian AU loosely based on it ugh😭🙏

[youredyingthatsallthereis]

simon the harrowed watching simon riley degrade further into insanity and when hunter gary sanderson shows up in the nightmare he warns him to watch out for a skull masked hunter annihilating anyone who gets near him with a beasthunter saif

warnings of “in another lifetime maybe he could have been your ally…but i doubt someone as far gone as he is can be reasoned with anymore” doesn’t stop sanderson from trying; he didn’t get the nickname roach for giving up easily

even as riley tries to obliterate him with the deadly precision of a practiced hunter coupled with the unhinged blood lust of a hunter intoxicated by the hunt sanderson keeps fighting back until he has riley flat on his back, his threaded cane pressed down tight on riley's throat to keep him still, looking into the covered eyes of the unhinged man that he knows can still see him, quietly reminding him of the hunt he abandoned before he gave in to his clear grief and agony; telling him they can take on ludwig together, take the research hall and the astral clocktower together, free the poor wizened child from his suffering together, if only riley would come back to himself, remember who he is and his purpose as a hunter; they could transcend the hunt together, gain true insight together, if only riley would remember who he was and could still be

[journey-to-the-attic]

lucifer acts like he's the type of guy who'd be into dark comedy or high-brow satire, and he is to some extent, but he in fact prefers to watch michael mcintyre walk around on stage going "wooo wooo" pretending he's hoovering

[grey-and-lavender]

Oh my god.