#also im going to bed right away sO if i stop replying i am sorry

[paigesfuturewifey]

authors note! IM SORRY FOR BEING MIA college was kicking my ass (still is) and i’m trying my hardest not to crash out but here is an angsty fic :D

this is also heavily inspired by she wouldn’t be gone by blake shelton IK IK country music sue me it is unfortunately part of my roots so yes here she is

“i’m sick of this caitlin!”

you two had been going back and forth for a while about this, both too stubborn to admit who was in the right and who was in the wrong.

it’d been two months since caitlin went first pick in the wnba draft. two months of caitlin continuously forgetting about your date nights, two months of caitlin lagging hours on end and then eventually responding to your messages with one word replies, two months of wondering if caitlin would be home from practice at a decent hour or if you’d go to sleep in a cold, empty bed.

two. fucking. months.

of course, you understood the fact that caitlin’s job required almost all of her undivided attention and you were extremely proud of her and all her accomplishments.

but being second priority to her job was taking a toll on your mental health.

you were tired of being alone all the time. the sacrifices you made, picking up everything and moving to indiana with caitlin to be with her, felt pretty fruitless when you had barely seen her in your own apartment.

caitlin’s response came low at first as she rubbed her temples, “what do you want me to do?” and then she repeated it louder, throwing her arms up in frustration, “what do you want me to do?!”

“i want you to be here! you’re never here anymore, caitlin! i’m alone ALL THE TIME now!”

“that’s not fair. i’m doing this for us! for— for you!”

you shook your head, pointing an accusatory finger at her. “no. no. not for me. this is what you wanted! you wanted this! i didn’t—“

“i didn’t ask you to move to indiana with me!”

the statement felt like a slap to the face. caitlin, of all people, knew how hard of a decision it was to move to indiana. to be away from your family. your sister, your parents.

caitlin never pressured you into it, of course. she was insistent that if you had decided to stay in iowa, you’d make long distance work. but when you ultimately decided to stay with, whom you thought was the love of your life, caitlin couldn’t of been more happier.

the two of your popped a bottle of champagne in celebration and spent the night talking, laughing, planning your futures together.

a bittersweet memory that seemed so distant at the moment.

as you narrowed your eyes, you felt a tear roll down your cheek, followed by three or two more. “you know what, caitlin? you’re right. you didn’t ask. but it was a sacrifice i was willing to make for you!”

“you’re not the only one making sacrifices—“

the mere start of the sentence had you letting out a laugh, putting your hands behind your head as you paced back and forth. “you’re not listening.”

“i am listening—“

“no! you’re hearing me but you’re not listening to me!”

silence fell upon the two of you, both contemplating your next words because you both knew you guys were pretty close to crossing lines that couldn’t be uncrossed.

you placed your hands on the counter, leaning on it while hanging your head low, letting the tears drop onto the floor. “i can’t do this anymore,” you finally let out in a small whisper, but it hit caitlin in the gut. “i don’t want a life where i spend more time waiting for you than being with you.”

“you don’t mean that. please baby, stop.” caitlin’s warm hands were suddenly around your waist, leaning her head on your shoulder and kissing softly. “let’s just go to bed, yeah? i promise, i promise things will be different, okay? i’ll make more of an effort. i’ll try and get home on time for dinner. i know things aren’t easy right now, but i can’t lose you. we’ll figure it out, i’ll— i’ll try harder. okay?”

but even when those words eased your mind a little, you both knew the promise wouldn’t be kept.

so it wasn’t really a shock to you when you sat at the dinner table, candles lit and your meal sitting in front of you with the empty chair across from you.

you cooked caitlin’s favorite meal, wore her favorite set underneath your clothes that was her favorite color. you looked at the clock, and when it read 10:30, you scoffed.

you were fed up. you were well over your boiling point.

and, so, when caitlin entered your guys’ apartment at midnight, her heart ached a little at the sight of your untouched meals at the table, and candle she assumed was lit at one point.

she rubbed a hand over her face, quickly walking to your shared room. then she froze in her spot.

your side of the room was empty. from your nightstand being stripped of its decorations, to your side of the closet being completely empty.

the suitcases you used for when you guys planned vacations were gone. along her your toothbrush, makeup, hair products, basically everything that made your shared apartment shared was gone.

caitlin wasted no time picking up her phone and clicking your contact, holding the phone to her ear. she anxiously waited, suddenly feeling as if her whole life was falling apart.

voicemail. she tried seven more times. all went straight to voicemail.

her mind immediately went straight to denial, there was no way you picked up and left, right? you always said you would, but caitlin never believed you. never truly believed you.

or maybe she just didn’t listen to you.

she snatched her keys from the table, leaving the apartment and shutting the door loudly behind her. she bet all her money that her neighbors hated her.

that’s how she ended up in her car, speeding down the highway on a rainy night, frantically calling all of your shared friends.

she started with your mom, driving down the road at 90 miles an hour and switching lanes like an absolute maniac. she’d gotten honked at at least four times already.

“caitlin.” your mom greeted, though judging by her cold and and distant tone, and her use of caitlin’s full name instead of cait, caitlin could tell the news had no doubt got back to her.

“do you know where she is, mrs. l/n?” her question came right off the bat, figuring she had no time to waste in finding you.

your mom’s answer was quiet. and caitlin learned your families habits quickly enough to know that when she went quiet, she was lying. “please—“

“i’m afraid i can’t speak with you now, goodbye caitlin.”

then the line went dead.

with her left hand on the steering wheel, she punched the middle with her right and threw her head back.

her next call was kate because you three all had been very close throughout your iowa college years. kate always understood you in a way that made caitlin jealous.

and for a while, she she was a topic of argument in your relationship because caitlin constantly needed reassurance that she was the one you wanted.

there was clearly a rift in caitlin and kate’s friendship after, but after the move to indiana, they seemed to be mending their friendship. until now.

kate answered on the first ring with a hard question. “what’d you do, clark?”

“kate, i— i fucked up. she’s gone. i don’t know where she went. her stuff’s gone, her clothes are gone, she’s gone.”

“damn it, caitlin. you always do this shit— you drove her away, again.“

“do you know where she is?” caitlin demanded, arriving to her first destination.

“no.”

“you’re lying.”

“no i’m not—“

“i should’ve figured you wouldn’t help me find her. you’ve always been pathetically in love with her, ever since college.” caitlin scoffed out bitterly.

“caitlin—“

“know what? no. you’ve always been on her side, since day one. i can’t even do this right now—“

“you’re frustrated with yourself, about driving y/n away, so your picking a fight with me.” kate spoke calmly, fueling caitlin’s anger.

“don’t fucking psycho analyze me, right now martin.” with that she abruptly ended the call, getting out of the car and walking into the ice cream shop the both of you loved dearly.

after that, she went to your favorite coffee shop, after that, nalyssa’s apartment, then aliyah’s, then the hotel near your apartment.

she held her face in her hands, finally letting the sobs ripple through her. she suddenly realized how under appreciated your voice was. she was forgetting how sweet it was, how beautiful it was when you hummed her to sleep.

she was forgetting your voice already.

and she realized that she should’ve fought harder. should’ve told you how much she loved you, cherished you, needed you.

maybe, just maybe, if she had done that, you wouldn’t be gone.

safe to say caitlin didn’t find you that night, and no one told her where you might’ve went.

[lillydoobiddle]

pairing: Bestfriend!Heeseung x Fem!Reader

Including: smut, MINOR DO NOT INTERACT, kissing, pussy licking, virgin reader, fingering, pet name such as like good girl & baby

Synopsis: You just broke up with your boyfriend who cheated on you and Heeseung trying to be by your side as your bestfriend since you still kid but turns out everything goes wrong when he tried to help

Heeseeung and you already know each other more than 15 years. Both of you grew up together, going to the same school and collage. Of course that makes heeseung and you grew up as a best friend, you always share everything to him and he did the same thing too.

One day, you just broke up with your boyfriend and you just know that he cheated on you. You cry as hard as you can in your bedroom while heeseung lean his back on the wall rolling his eyes to back. It’s not because he didn’t care at all, but he’s too tired seeing you cry over that dick

“come on y/n, will you cry over that shit till your tears turn to blood? You deserve better dummy!” he said with sulky tone and then went closer to your bed to sat on the edge of it

“y-you wont understand!! Ughh just go away please” You answer his sentence that for you sounds very annoying. With frustrated eyes you raise your head up to face him, he looks sad with what you feel but cannot say lot of words

“Yeah yeah.. but please you already let your tears dropped almost for 2 hours” He looks very worried and then crawl closer to you on the bed before let his ass sat on there beside you

“Hmm how about we did something much more fun? You know theres a lot way to start forgetting about him since now!” heeseung try to convincing you right now, his right hand went to your cheek to remove any tears that will drop again

He never shows his affection like this before, this makes you feel something new on your stomach, the feeling were your face and body suddenly hot. You look at his fingers that remove a tears from your cheek making you swallow your salvia hardly

Before, you never care about his appearance but right now and right here you feel something weird in your stomach everytime you be with him. You glance at his long pretty fingers, that fingers also give a weird feelings in your stomach

“Hey answer me? You deaf after breakup huh?” heeseung teasing you and get rid his hand from your face before laugh softly “o-oh yeah sorry..” you answer with your words suddenly stuttering. “Maybe we can watch movies or baking! I know you love baking!” The man beside you said, heeseung know how much you love doing all activities he just mentioned

“Nah.. not in the mood” and this is how you reply to his offer making him more frustrated “You know what? Im very very hopeless now! How can he cheated on me after we date each other almost for one year? I don’t understand.. am I not good enough for him? Should i be prettier or should i—“

Your words cut off suddenly when something already pressed on your lips. It was heeseung’s lips on yours. On yours.

Slowly but gentle, his lips begin to move sucking your lower lips while his eyes closed. You are full of surprises now but his kiss feels goddamn good. He ran his fingers on the back of your hair before cupped your face so he can kiss you in better position . Heeseung push your body slowly to lay on the bed without breaking the kiss

“You dont know how long i hold this feeling… i dont wanna see you hurted for man like that” Heeseung murmur while slowly went to kiss your neck “You dont know that i can treat you better then him.. i can make you feel good everytime” His hand went to slowly undo the pajamas button of yours without stop kissing your neck

“i love you y/n and i dont want them to make you feel worthless” He keep talking few sentences that makes your face already red like tomato and now his kisses down to your chest and stomach. He also add his tongue while kissing your stomach and chest area

“h-heeseung? What are you doingg” your voice sounds very melty in his ear. The way you try to talk normally mixed with your heavenly moan that you try to hide but it fails tho

He raise his head up with a cheeky smile and soft giggles “im gonna teach you how to forget about him.. about that jerk. Gonna eat you all this night for me, for my own” His hand fastly went to undo your short pants and throw it away. He leaves you with your pajamas that already unbuttoned and your pink panties with small ribbon on it

He laughs seeing the sight of your face got even redder “h-heeseung we cannot do this.. friends dont do the way we did” You said as your breath getting heavier time by time especially when he begin to tug your panties aside, showing your cutie cunt that was clean and shaved

“Oh yeah?” He ask mockingly “Is that mean friends didnt do like this too?” he ask and then bring his finger to draw circle on you clit making you throw your head to back “Even like this? Did they do this?” he ask again but this time he enter 2 fingers inside you making you let out a pretty loud moan

“Fuck baby.. you are wet but also tight, never touch yourself before hm? Your ex never touch you before?” his voice sounds like he is very proud to be the one who touch you “Answer me baby..”

“Eumhhh.. n-never! I never touch myself before and else” You answer with your eyes teary feeling for the first time someone stretch your hole.

“Fuck fuck fuck.. so tight even around my fingers” Heeseung look so proud about the fact he is the one who stretch you before he start move his fingers slowly in and out from you. You still very very tight.. like very tight

“h-heeseung it hurts! Awwwhh~” another whined cames out when he start to move his fingers. You are not overdramatic but you literally just being stretch for the first time when you already live as a girl for 20 years

“I know i know.. be a good girl for me okay? I know you can take it baby” He said and slowly lean a multiple kisses on your clit while still moving his fingers inside and out from you. While he kiss and teases your clit, you just get even wetter making him moving his long fingers faster

You already cried from the feeling that you felt now. It was amazing, its really amazing especially when his fingers begin to hit every special spot inside you

“i-im cumming!! I feel— i feel like im very close!!” Your body already trembling a bit as you keep force your legs open “is that so baby? Cum for me..” Heeseung just being more crazy. He move his fingers more faster and slowly lick your clit harder and even bite it very gently making you can quickly reach your climax. When you reach your climax he took off his fingers inside you and watch the way those juices dropped from your pussy

“Good girl.. i love you so much” he went to kisses your cheek before laugh “You such a good girl.. or maybe a good friend?” He ask before laugh teasingly

[luvrxbunny]

I need something borderline illegal. Like dark and twisted. Like I want to question my moral compass but read on.

Am I asking for dad’s best friend!Joel? pshhhhhh. Am I asking for bratty! reader?? Pshhhhhh. Am I asking for anything???

Am I asking for smutty smut?! Yes I am.

Ofc if you are uncomfortable with any of these don’t hesitate to ignore this and also no pressure ily ❤️

a/n: reader isn't bratty, im sorry! i forgot :((

sleep

pairing: dbf!Joel Miller x f!virgin!reader

summary: Joel can’t stay away from you any longer.  

warnings: 18+ MDNI, alcohol, voyeurism/somnophilia + dub-con, dry humping, cum in pants

wc: 4.0k

a/n: i hope this is dark enough!! the only reason the ask is a ss instead of the actual thing is cus i formatted the whole story then realized i forgot to put it in the reply to the ask (loosely proofread)

It’s 2 am and Joel can’t stop thinking about you. How you’re sleeping soundly in his room, in his bed, in his shirt as pajamas because you had “forgotten to pack some”, something you both knew was a lie. He knows you’re toying with him, you started a bit before, but since you’ve turned 18? It's just been on rapid fire. 

He pulls out his phone and scrolls through your text thread, scoffing at every other conversation. It was so apparent, in every text, how badly you want him. 

Mon, Aug 16 at 4:41 AM

bbg: big man! text me when u wake up i have a joke

You: Why are you awake at this time?

bbg: wtf why are YOU awake 🤨 

You: I have trouble sleeping, you know that.

bbg: aww poor joey 😢

You: Are you going to answer my question, darling?

bbg: im doing skincare and stuff

You: You have to wake up this early for that stuff?

bbg: can’t put a price on feeling bonita 

You: Why are you speaking Spanish now?

bbg: nevermind lmao

bbg: so have u tried meditation

You: What?

bbg: for your sleeping troubles

You: I’m not that kind of guy.

bbg: what about getting off

You: Excuse me? 

bbg: like masturbation n stuff

You: I know what you’re saying.

You: I don’t understand why you’re talking about this with me.

bbg: we haven’t even talked about it 😭 

bbg: obviously we can end the convo if ur uncomfy but its a very good way to fall asleep

He remembers needing a pause after he read that text for the first time. It had only been four months since your birthday and you were already drastically different. Joel never expected it, he always thought your feelings had already reached their limit but it turns out you were holding back because you weren’t of age. Now that you are… He doesn’t know what he’s going to do. His morals may not be strong enough for the thought of  “ his best friend's daughter” to hold him back. He’s already rationalized himself out of the “daughter's best friend” thought. You’re not even going to school together anymore. Sarah lives on campus so you guys never see each other and you barely ever text. 

You: I have not.

bbg: what? literally how? 

bbg: you should

bbg: it totally works

You: That’s good to know. 

You: Get back to your skincare, honey. I’ll message you later. 

Mon, Aug 16 at 5:03 AM

bbg: joel? 

Mon, Aug 16 at 5:37 AM

bbg: are you masturbating? 

You: Sweetheart. You can’t ask me things like that. It’s not right.

bbg: u didnt answer! i got curious

You: Still.

bbg: i dont see the problem we’re both adults 🫢

You: Barely.

bbg: dont be mean

You: Do you need something

You: I said I’d text you later

bbg: wow no punctuation?

You: Busy

bbg: getting off? 

He remembers staring at your text, unbelieving that you’d send him something like that, so forward, so dirty. He remembers the thought that you were joking. Obviously, you don’t expect him to say yes, that’s why you asked in the first place. Maybe his perverted mind was interpreting your behavior as flirting but you’re just being yourself around him. All these thoughts were swirling in his head but the feeling of his hand flying over his cock, pretending it’s yours, that you're in his ear whispering to him... That thought was stronger, that feeling was stronger. 

You: Yes.

bbg: good. have fun, joey

He gets up for his fourth beer, hoping to drown the impure thoughts, starring you, that plague his mind. It’d be so easy to have you, you’ve been throwing yourself at him since you turned 17. He’s been ignoring it, adamantly. It wasn’t right, despite the age difference, the fact that you’re his daughter’s best friend and his best friend’s daughter. On top of that, you only just turned 18. 

You’ve been staying at Joel’s for a month. He takes the guest room because you say that his bed is better. You haven’t gone home because your dad is still working on your birthday present/room renovations and he doesn't want you to see it until it’s done. He offered up Joel’s house to keep you, knowing his best friend wouldn't mind, unknowing that his best friend was corrupt for his daughter. 

Joel was trying to ignore the way his body was heating up, still scrolling through the texts. He remembers that conversation perfectly. He remembers the adrenaline that was coursing through him as he confessed. He remembers how hard he came at your response. When thinking about this conversation he also remembers the guilt, it’s the most vivid emotion he remembers, usually. But the alcohol seems to be drowning that part out, and Joel scrolls on. 

He finds a patch of texts that he actively avoids, usually. It’s picture after picture of you in the most adorable outfits in the most suggestive positions. There are plenty of you lying on your back, some with your head turned to show off your perfectly curved, unmarked, un-bitten, neck. There are a few where you’re sitting down with the camera angled up, giving Joel too many situations his head can come up with. Then there’s the worst one, his favorite- he doesn’t even know how you took this one. You’re sitting on your knees, hands rested on your thighs and you’re looking up at the camera with a shy smile. 

There are two things about this photo that really fuck him up. 

First, your smile, the way it lets him know that you’re trying to fuck him up, you know what you’re doing with this pose, this positioning, you’re even embarrassed by it, a little nervous about it but you still felt the need to take the photo, for him. 

Second, the height, and the way the camera is positioned shows him that these photos were specifically crafted for him because the height the camera is at is exactly how he’d see you if you were on your knees like that for him. 

You made sure that he noticed because the very next day, you needed him to tie a bow in your hair and instead of waiting for him to get off the couch you placed yourself on the ground, between his legs, in this pose. He had to hide his erection until you left and then fight the urge to get himself off in your room for the rest of the night. 

He glances at his room door, you’re sleeping so soundly in there.

She wouldn’t even notice if someone went in there right now. She definitely wouldn’t notice me… Hell, as if she’d mind either way… I mean- Would she?

The alcohol clouds his thoughts, gives him bad ideas, and then convinces him that they’re good- this one being one of them. He grabs his almost-finished beer and heads to the fridge to grab a fifth one, knowing he’ll be in there for a while. 

He does this sometimes, you look so peaceful when you sleep… it’s the only time he can admire you without putting all his relationships at risk. He reaches the door and turns the knob slowly to avoid creaking. He enters the room, his socks padding his footsteps, and the darkness gives him no shadow. He moves one of your tops off of his desk chair and turns it to face your sleeping figure while placing his beers down. You’re already bringing a smile to his face. You’ve got your face shoved into one of his pillows, your arm tucked under it, and your leg is pulled up to your waist, sticking out from under his tan comforter. You’re wearing one of his hoodies for sleepwear—

Fuck.

and it doesn’t look like you have anything on your bottom half. It’s a little cold in his room so little goosebumps have bloomed over your exposed skin. He takes a swig of beer, finishing his fourth as he examines you. Your face twitches for a moment, your eyebrows furrow, and your nose twitches like a rabbit before calming back down. He opens the other beer and fills his mouth with it, hoping that the alcohol stops the fluttering in his stomach while he drinks it down. 

You shiver a bit but your leg doesn’t move, the goosebumps just become more prominent. His hand is reaching out for you before he can think, rubbing your calf gently to soothe and warm you up a bit. You let out a relieved sigh at his contact and your leg presses further into his warmth. He has to take a deep breath as his mind runs wild, convincing him that this is some sort of sign, that even in you’re sleep you’re trying to be closer to him, that he should just give in. 

No, she’s your best friend's daughter. Sure she’s her own person now, legally an adult, an’ can make decisions for herself… an’ yeah she’s not owned or controlled by anyone and just cause I’m friends with her father ain’t a fair reason to completely rule her out from being a potential partner… Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad… maybe it’s actually more fucked up for me to avoid her just cause of who birthed her. That’s totally not fair to her! I mean I know I wouldn't want anyone judging me based on who my parents are y’know? Maybe I should put myself in her shoes. 

His breathing speeds up as he breaks through his last piece of resistance. Now he’s just trying to figure out how soon he can have you. 

I’ll have to court her first, flirt with her a bit before asking her out to dinner, then maybe she’ll accept my offer to be my girlfriend by the third date… From there maybe she’ll have sex with me for the three-month anniversary… she might be a bit more timid than that but we’re looking at a four- five-month plan… That can work- I can definitely work with that.

You whine and stretch your body, your legs straighten and your arms spread out, you turn and rest one arm on top of your head before you lift your leg, bending it above your waist but with the other one this time. The new position leaves the blanket covering nothing but one of your inner thighs and to add insult to injury your raised arms lift his hoodie, revealing a beautiful sliver of your stomach. 

Or I could have her now.

The thought is too powerful to stop, his opportunity is too perfect, Ellie is out with whatever girl she’s currently entertaining, and Sarah doesn’t live here anymore. Your father would never be awake at this time and Joel is hard, wanting, and so so ready for you. He’s crawling into bed beside you after downing half his beer for the nerves. 

He shouldn’t. He knows he shouldn’t. 

He settles next to you and your leg presses into him again, searching for him and his warmth. You slowly turn to him as he stares at you, watching how sluggish your movements are in your sleep. You snuggle into the pillow in front of him and take a long inhale of its scent, a little smile resting on your lips while you breathe out. Your face is inches from his, and his hand is down his pants in an instant. 

The relief is heavenly, he’s been throbbing for you since he read those texts. He can’t help the way he reacts to you. He can smell your toothpaste on your breath as you gently snore in front of him. He wraps his warm hand around his cock and his soft lips part into an ‘O’. His eyes roll back for a second but he immediately focuses them back on you. He’s tugging at himself violently, not even thinking about savoring this moment, just needing to cum for you. He’s trying to hold in his sounds but you look so pretty, just seeing your face while he’s touching himself makes everything better, somehow you’ve turned his sensitivity as high as it can go.

Little whines and whimpers slip into your dream state. You’re confused by the sound, the rustling that coming from—? In front of you? Your brows furrow as you try to open your eyes. “Fuck” You hear someone say. It sounds like… 

You open your eyes just in time to see Joel yank his hand out of his sweatpants and scramble as far as he can get from you before falling off the bed. You’re still confused as you take his form in. His shirt has ridden up a bit, exposing the salt and pepper hairs on his tummy. His hair is sticking all over the place, he stinks of beer, and his eyes are wide, focused on you. “Joey?”

Despite the horrid situation he’s in, his cock is still leaking for you, pulsing at the nickname. He can’t answer, he has to bite back a moan as he feels himself leak into the fabric of his pants. “Joel? What—” Your eyes flutter, almost falling shut but you shake yourself out of it and— Fuck.

You move closer to him. 

You’re too snuggly when you’re sleeping, too cute, and too dumb. You’re not even questioning why your father’s best friend was in bed with you while you were sleeping. You don't want to risk him leaving and you don’t mind in the first place, you actually thought you were dreaming at first. Your heart almost stopped when your fingers actually latched onto his shirt after reaching out for him. He’s stiff as a board, deterring your touch so you pull your hands into your chest and bury your face in his. 

Joel is almost shaking in exertion as you press your soft little body against his. It’s just your upper half, leaning into him and finding wam solace in his chest. He can handle this, he thinks. He can calm down, and be with you like this. He’s supposed to court you first anyway, he can’t believe himself. Was he really going to just get off with you in the same bed? What kind of pervert would even try something like that?

You hike your leg up over his waist, half asleep, not realizing your motions. 

All his perverted feelings return with a vengeance. 

You wiggle around a bit, trying to get comfortable but his cock twitches, flicking into your soft lips for a moment. At first, you really didn’t know what it was, all you knew was that the sensation felt good. So of course you chased it. Your hips grind into his cock arrhythmically, trying to find that same angle again, not realizing that you’re basically fucking him through your clothes. His hands have to come to your hips, gripping painfully for your eyes to snap open and your hips to freeze. 

Your eyes widen further when you finally process the situation, and even in all your teasing and sensuality, at the end of the day, you’re still just a virgin. You never had any real intention of acting on your desires, especially if Joel wasn’t the one initiating. 

Oh fuck. What did I do? What do I do? He’s just staring at me… Maybe he didn’t notice, I didn’t! But it felt so good. Will he let me? Maybe if I—

Your hips tilt into his before you can process whether this is actually a good idea or not. His hand tense over yours, like another shock of clarity through your bones. You shut your eyes tight, not wanting to see the disgust or uncomfortable pity in his face. “I’m so sorry, Joel. I didn’t… I-”

You try not to let tears well in your eyes as you whimper and pull back from him. But he doesn’t let you. His arms tense, his muscles flexing as he keeps your body pressed against his. You open your eyes, a bit shocked at his refusal to let you go but still too scared to meet his eyes. Your gaze is on his stomach, the way his gray shirt rode up, exposing the way his belly keeps tensing with every breath. “I-” He manages to get out before letting out a shuddering sigh. You finally look at him. 

His eyebrows are pulled taut in between his eyes, his gaze is something you’ve never seen before, and he almost looks angry. It’s desperate, but sorrowful, with the added haze from his intoxication. He keeps biting at his bottom lip, worrying it red as he tries to form a sentence for you. His hands tense over your hips again but this time they tilt you into him again. His face is a hard grimace as he slowly presses you into his raging bulge. You watch him fight with his expression, it keeps breaking into something weak before he goes back to his angry pout. You can’t help the way you press into him, you want to feel it again, that fire in the pit of your stomach that spreads to your soaking pussy the more he pulls you in. You watch his face contort into something heavenly. His brows pull up, almost shocked at how good you feel as his eyes roll back and shut. His entire body shakes as he melts into the pillow. He’s breathing deep and slowly, trying to regulate the pleasure he feels. 

Now he’s focused on savoring the moment. He wants this to last as long as it possibly can. You’re making him feel incredible,  he’s so sensitive, it’s like he’s been edging himself for you. You whimper, high-pitched and muffled but it’s so beautiful that he forces his eyes open. You have one hand gripping the bedsheet like it’s your lifeline and you have the other bitten between your teeth to hold your sounds in. Your hips are grinding into him at an uneven, unsteady, desperate pace and he’s mesmerized by the sight.

He knew you wanted him. He didn’t know you needed him. You’re fucking yourself against his cock like you’ve been waiting for it your whole life. Your hand comes up to grip his shoulder instead of the bedsheet. He grunts and tilts his hips further into yours, a sadistic smirk coming to his face at the sound of exclamation that shoots from your mouth once you’re able to grind your clit against his shaft. Your thrusts start to stutter at that, your body constantly wanting to fold in on itself from the assault of pleasure but you try and will yourself to keep going. 

Unfortunately, your pace is ruined by your pleasure. Your sensitive body can’t handle how good his clothed cock is making you feel. You lose your pace and your pleasure becomes rocky and teasing. He watches as your face changes from pleasured to pouty. Little whimpers and whines of frustration slip from your lips, growing in volume and frequency the longer you’re unable to grind against him properly. Joel’s watching you through hooded eyes, fingers digging into your hips painfully at this point and all he wants is to not cum yet. He wants to make you cum first, he needs it, he needs to see it, to hear it. 

He’s been telling himself it’s fine because you’re grinding against him, not the other way around. You’re choosing this, there’s no way he’s manipulating you, or swaying your decision if he stays completely indifferent. But you’re begging him now. You’re gripping desperately at his shirt, removing your hand from your mouth to grip him harder and pulling yourself closer, wrapping your arms around and moaning right against his chest. He shouldn’t. He can’t. But he does.

His eyes shut tight as his hands leave your hips. You almost climb on top of him in protest, whining a loud “N- Please.” into his chest as your leg hikes higher onto his waist. One of his hands cradles your head, pulling you further into his chest, muffling the moans you’re already letting out at his touch. His other hand goes to the small of your back, pressing you against him perfectly and guiding your rhythm as your hips start up again. He dares to speak. “S’this okay, baby?”

Your reaction to his voice is visceral. Your hands shoot up to his shoulder and hair, pulling yourself up a bit to bury in his neck, getting a new angle from his cock, now fucking him against your leaking hole. “So good, Joey. Thank- Thank you s’much. Thank you, thank you.” Your gratitude is like a searing knife through him. His entire body is set alight as he tries to regulate his breathing. He can feel goosebumps break out on his skin, his pleasure filling every molecule in his body, ready to overflow for you. Fuck. He’s definitely going to cum before you. 

“Mm. Good, good girl. Just- Keep going, sweetness, take what— Shit. Take what you need, darlin’.” His breathing quickens and shudders as your hips increase their pace against him. He’s leaking continuously now, he’s getting in his head, trying to stop himself from cumming but every thought that pops into his mind just brings him closer to the edge. He can’t focus on anything but you. You’re moaning for him, grinding against him, this desperate for him. 

The hand on your lower back migrates to the back of your neck, gripping you there, holding you in place as his hips begin to thrust into yours. “M’gonna cum, darlin’. Fuck, I wanted t- wanted to last for y- Mmm oh fuck.” His entire body starts to tremble as your nails dig into him so painfully he’s sure they drew blood. Your eyes are comically wide as your body tenses in his hold before breaking down into a shudder that overtakes your entire being. You’re cumming. 

He explodes at the realization. In all his desperation, intoxication, and pure need… He was still able to make you cum first. He buries his face in your hair, huffing the scent as he floods his sweatpants. His eyes shut as tightly as they can as his orgasm tears through him. He’s been waiting so long for you to make him cum and now that it’s happening, it feels even better than he planned for. His low grunts turn into shocked moans when his orgasm doesn’t stop after shooting two ropes of cum against his sweats. You’re already coming down as he hits what feels like his second peak. You can feel his hands shaking over where they’re gripping you and you get an impulse that you act on without a second thought. 

Your hand slides down from his shoulder quickly, over the sliver of stomach he’s showing off, and right down his pants. You don’t know what you’re doing so you just grip him, wrapping your hand around his shaft but it seems to do the trick. He lets out a sound that resembles someone getting kicked in the gut. His face is pulled from your hair as his head is thrown back. He arches into you a bit before his hips start thrusting into your fist, desperately prolonging his already overwhelming orgasm. It’s embarrassing; how long he was cumming for, the way his body was violently quivering for you, the ludicrously large dark spot spreading over his pants, showcasing how much he came for you. 

He moans gently when he comes to. You’re stroking over his chest with a soft, sleepy, nervous smile. He pulls you in for a kiss before he can think about it. You guys haven’t discussed anything. Neither of you knows what this means for your relationship but you know that neither of you has felt more comfortable than when you’re in the arms of the other. So why question it now? 

You fall into a deep sleep listening to Joel’s heavy snores, getting rocked to bed by the way his chest expands. It’s the best sleep of your life. 

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NICE TO OFFICIALLY MEET YOU ‧₊˚ ☾. ⋅

| percy jackson x popstar au

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warnings: swearing and i think thats just about it!

a/n: writers block hit so hard guys its not even funny apt. anyway hope you enjoy pt 3!! im also using show! clarisse as my description

"LIA!!!!" you screech when you storm into the apartment. when she doesn't reply you get even more pissed. who the hell wakes someone up at 2 am tell them they desperately need to come over to their house now because its an emergency and then proceed to lock them out in the cold for half a goddamn hour.

"lia i swear to god im going to kick your fucking ass back to london if you don't come out here right now," you yell not even caring at this point if you wake anyone up.

"heyyy bestie," lia says coming out of the kitchen with a smile. "so glad you could make it."

from the threatening look on your face, her smile quickly fades. "ok, ok so i know its early-"

"its two-fucking-am lia, you're so very lucky that i don't kill you for this because for some reason, i've grown attached to your need self."

"i'm irreplaceable," she says. "anyway thats not why i called you here, i met some people on the subway the other day who want to meet you."

"you called me here.... to meet fans?" you say in a deathly calm tone. "lia... ITS 2:30 IN THE MORNING COULDN'T THIS WAIT UNTIL I DUNNO LIKE TEN?" you yell launching after her.

"no it couldn't wait! because this is a secret meeting, huhhh? how cool is that?" lia says running away from you into the living room. you follow after her determined to actually kill the little shit but stop short when you see three people standing and watching the ordeal.

two girls and a boy - the boy is jumping up and down with barely restrained excitement, the blonde girl is smiling, and the final girl is just watching with barely restrained boredom.

"y/n, this is grover, clarisse and annabeth." lia motions to the three of them.

you smile as politely as one can at 2:30 am and say hi back. the boy - grover - is still practically buoyant when you look at him, and its generally concerning how much energy he has.

"soo, uh what's up?" clarisse says awkwardly.

"yeah y'know nothing much, just being dragged out of bed at 2 o'clock in the morning to meet some people- by the way does he ever stop jumping?" you point to a still jumping grover. "like dude its wayy to early to be this energetic."

"no. unfortunately he's like this all the time," the brunette - clarrise - says.

"i'm sorry," grover interrupts, "im just such a huge fan of you. and i would've gotten into trouble if i had told my friend we were meeting you so thats why its at such an awful hour."

"your friend doesn't like me?"

"... he's not your biggest fan thats for sure."

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lia.mandel girls night was fun!! @/rileywest sad ur leaving again

riley.west im afraid london calls babes i'll see you girls when i get back

yn.official can't wait 🤍

user1 OMGGG SHE'S IN THE STUDIO?? AHHH

user2 what is with the studio pic?!?!?!?

user3 grover (one of percy's friends) liked the post they're totally fucking

user4 ew can you not be so gross?? just leave percy and y/n alone

user5 im dyinggg until my show!! only 3 to go ahhh

user6 THE STUDIO PIC?? AND ON TOP OF THAT THE TOUR ENDING AND PERCYY/N RUMOURS?? my heart can't take this anymore.

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user1 NO NO PLS NOT THE MATCHING CAPTIONS ONE MINUTE WITHIN EACH OTHER ITS SO OBVIOUS

user2 he's so hot it hurts guys

user3 THE POSTS?!?!? AT THE SAME TIME!!!!

underovergrover that was an awful party man just thought i should let you know

percyjackson thanks g man i had absolutely no idea maybe next time don't text me abt how awful it is in front of the hosts

user4 THE MATCHING CAPTIONS AND THEIR FRIEND LIKING THE OTHERS POSTS. MAKE IT MORE OBVIOUS WOULD YOU??

user5 i ship them so hard fr

user6 yeah but there is literally ANOTHER girl in the post

the.annabethchase i wonder what amazing girl is in the second photo...

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"fucking y/n," percy grumbles. "i cannot do a single thing without her showing up," he scoffs throwing the phone down onto the car seat beside him. he's currently sat outside a prestigious event - for what? who knows - contemplating whether he should go in because he knows for a fact the-person-who-shall-not-be-named is in there.

sighing he picks his phone up again and gets out of the car heading towards the bustling entryway to the building. men and women in fancy dresses and suits line the hallways as and elevators as he makes his way to the rooftop.

grover and luke are already here so his first goal is to find them, avoid being sucked into any weird business deals and do not under any circumstances run into y/n.

the elevator opens and he moves out onto the rooftop, the cool breeze brushing his face, the smell of alcohol and perfume fills the air. its almost peaceful as he makes his way to the edge of building leaning on the railing to take in the view.

"quiet a view isn't it?" a voice comes from beside him.

aw fuck.

he spins around and comes face to face with the one person he was determined to avoid.

"nice to officially meet you percy jackson," you say holding out your hand.

he takes it to be polite, "right back at you y/n l/n."

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twin im back i js got the new idea of like some ppl purposely trying to fw kai and get him into trouble w richard and he got frustrated and whiny about it so like his mean gf yelled at him cause at the same time it WAS his fault. but then he ends up apologizing n you can take the smut from there like idk if that part makes sense

𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄

pairing : kai (voyagers) x reader

synopsis : basically what the req says

disclaimers : dom!reader, sub!kai, whiny!kai, light degradation, lowk mean!reader, handjob (m!recieving), a little short, kinda fast-paced

note : bro i'm so sorry this took so long to come out 😭 also ignore the title, i couldn't think of anything better

your first mistake was allowing kai in your room at all. firstly, it was against the rules (you could've surely gotten in trouble), and secondly, you knew he would just throw a non-stop fit.

your second mistake was continuing to argue with him, instead of kicking him out as soon as he opened his damned mouth. either way, you couldn't go back, and you were really, truly, sincerely pissed off at him. after all, it was entirely his fault as to why he was so mad in the first place. maybe if he ever just shut the hell up, this never would have happened to him.

unfortunately, you knew it was only a matter of time before he began to actually feel some sort of remorse for what he did. so, you weren't surprised when he knocked on your door and so much as practically begged for you to let him in. and?...you did.

"fucking hell kai, just go back to your room," you spat, as your arms folded across your chest.

"no," he began, as he closed to door behind me. "please, i'm sorry, i am. i just..." he trailed off.

"you just what, kai? don't waste my time," you said, with an exasperated sigh. he fidgeted a bit, as his gaze lowered to the ground.

"look, you were right. i did deserve it, and i was being a brat, and im sorry."

"glad you finally came to that realization," you started. "never thought i'd actually hear those words spill from your lips." there was a moment of silence, you had nothing else to say.

"i'll do anything to make it up to you. just, stop being mad."

"kai, you can't just tell me to not be mad. that's not how it works," you said, with furrowed brows as you plopped down into the chair beside your bed. you rubbed at your temples in an attempt to calm yourself.

"i said ill do anything, please." you sighed at that. you knew it would be difficult to resist him. at least you tried...

"get on the bed," you instructed. he was quick to listen, as he fumbled a bit in the process of getting over there. he rested his back against the headboard, awaiting any further instructions from you.

you took your time to get over there. you mentally cursed yourself for giving in so easily. you sat across his lap, straddling him.

"you really have to learn to take accountability," you mumbled, leaning in slightly. he mirrored your actions, leaning in as well.

"sorry," he mumbled against your lips, his breathing becoming a bit ragged. you pulled away. and he chased your lips. you chuckled softly at that.

"you didn't think it'd be that easy, did you?" you teased. he felt a whine bubble in his throat, but to spare his pride (for now, at least), he swallowed it back. your fingers trailed across and down his chest, and he felt himself shiver as you did so.

"please, [name]," he uttered.

"be patient, kai," you replied, calmly. you pinched his skin in certain areas, just to see his reactions. it was entertaining, really. after a bit more of teasing. your hand found its way to the waistband of his pants. you tugged slightly, prying them open, before letting go, watching as they snapped back against his waist. he sighed shakily at that, swallowing thickly. you eventually began to pull them down.

"lift your hips," you said, and he did just that. you pulled the pants all the way down, the cloth pooling at his feet. you notice his semi-hard on, and you have to resist the urge to laugh. it had only been a few hours of not being with you, and he was already so riled up?

"jesus kai, you're pathetic," you said, under your breath. he elicited a soft whine at that, to which you smirked. you palmed him gently over his boxers, and he let out a low groan.

"please," he begged, looking up into your eyes. you didn't say anything back, relishing in the noises he made with every touch you left. you finally began to pull down his boxers, and he met you halfway by lifting his hips. they were discarded with his pants. his semi was now a full hard on; red and throbbing pitifully hard. pre was leaking steadily, flowing down and onto his lower abdomen.

"what got you so hard, hm?" you asked, as your fingers danced across his tip. he whimpered softly.

"you." you smiled at that, before completely wrapping your hand around his cock. you spread the pre, using it as lube. your pace began slow, painfully slow. he let out low moans and groans, hips bucking into your hand ever so slightly.

"stay still," you said, keeping a hand on his waist to ground him. "is this really all it takes for you to shut your mouth?" he whined, throwing his head back.

"f-fuck [name]," kai cried, brows furrowing in pleasure.

"say you're sorry, kai," you ordered, and he nodded.

"m'sorry, so sorry. you were right," he babbled.

"good. you're lucky i'm even doing this for you. should've just left you to get off yourself." you twisted your hand, speeding up. you thumbed at his slit a bit, making him moan out.

"y-yeah. s-shit, oh my god thank you," he mumbled. it was so uncharacteristic of him, and it was thoroughly amusing. as your hand worked on his cock, you gripped his chin, and planted a harsh kiss on his lips. he whined in your mouth, before you pulled away.

"here's what you're going to do. you're going to apologize to everyone, including richard, understand?" you asked, locking eyes with him.

"y-yeah, okay," he breathed out, whining softly as your grip around his cock tightened slightly.

"oh, fuck. think m'gonna cum [name]," he warned, as he pulled his lower lip in between his teeth. you laughed cruelly.

"oh no, i didn't say you'd be coming, did i?"

𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 © 𝐤𝐲𝐚-𝐢𝐬-𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐥

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Turning Passions

chapter 6 - friends? friends.

this chapter does include writing

lowercase intended

nocturne - laufey

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y/n pov 3rd person

the stream finally ends. y/n sighs as she turns around. she is stopped halfway as she sees toge standing behind her, tapping his foot as if y/n was his child and was waiting to discipline her. “heyyy toge” she says with a quiver in her voice. “y/n..” “WAIT HERE ME OUT” she yells back at him saying her name. she gets out of the chair and slowly backs away. “y/n.” he repeats again. “IM SORRY DONT HURT ME” she says holding her hands in her face in defense from the man in front of her. “Y/N” he finally yells out. “what..” she replies quietly. he sighs and sits at the edge of her bed. “i’m not mad- well i am mad, just not at the problem you’re probably thinking of.” toge begins, “maki and i seen you change because of dance and it’s not healthy y/n.” y/n tenses up remembering the conversation between her and maki this morning, as she stays quiet to hear the rest of toges conversation with her. “you’ve completely disregarded your health, you’re barely home and the worst part is, it’s barely the beginning of the season. i can’t stand and see you do this to yourself y/n”. she sighs and looks up to his eyes. “toge i have my audition monday and after that i promise on everything- i’ll do better.” toge shakes his head understanding that she didn’t get the whole point of his conversation- but slightly agrees because this is a step towards what he’s trying to get to. “alright, but you know you’re going to kill it regardless, right?” “yeah, yeah” she replies, “but for real i’m so sorry for being late-“ she gets cut off by him. “i know it’s okay- make it back to me by taking care of yourself”. she laughs and gets up “okayyy, now lets hug it out, you being mad is lowkey scary” he hits her shoulder playfully and pulls her in for a hug. they both break out in laughter. “we’re okay?” y/n asks once more, “yeah i guess” toge says with a smile ruffling her hair. they break apart then say their good nights as the stream took a toll on their bodies, then the dorm grows quiet as each member falls into a deep sleep. waiting to sleep in for the weekend coming upon them.

time skip to monday ~

3rd pov

y/n is up early- sitting on the counter of her bathroom. she has headphones in blasting her solo music- “nocturne by laufey”. something to give her comfort and peace while auditioning. also a song from her favorite artist to showcase a bit of personality from her. but also still having that classical ballet touch to provide professionalism in this world of dance. she closes her eyes and breathes, marking each step as she goes. then she’s brought back into reality as someone knocks at her door, “y/n it’s me maki, can i come in?” y/n takes off her headphones and opens the door, “hey” she replies with a smile. “what’s up?” “are you ready” maki says. “ready then ever” y/n says determined. “you should get going your class is going to start.” y/n then looks at the clock hanging in her room, “oh shit you’re right” y/n then responds back while getting all her stuff. she then turns and goes to her audition outfit, she lifts up the bejeweled black leotard and matching black flowy skirt. something that she made while preparing her solo. she carefully puts it in her bag and starts to make her way towards the door. she’s once stopped again by maki- “hey, i’m proud of you, not everyone can pull off the grand black swan” maki says in a soft tone . y/n stops in her tracks while presenting a grand smile. “thank you, i’ll see you later” y/n replies while taking her leave to statistics. 

y/n arrives to class earlier than expected with 10 minutes left to spare. she sits in her seat and looks around, seeing students walking in, some getting in their seats and others setting up. but she locks her eyes on one student. megumi fushiguro. she gently smiles remembering the events that took place on that friday. she notices that nobody really sits by him or even around him- she then takes a glance at her backpack sitting in front of her. she looks up and looks at the clock 7 minutes until class starts. she takes a deep breath before standing up. her legs guiding her to the left corner of class until she takes a seat away from her original one. “hey is this seat taken?” megumi is interrupted from her own thoughts, he looks up in shock to see y/n. “hellooo megumi??” “oh no sorry” he stutters at first still confused on why she chose to sit here, next to him- after all these days of being in the same class. “do you like this class” y/n starts a conversation, “oh um, i don’t really mind it” megumi responds, a bit awkward. for megumi it was never for him to interact with anyone in his classes. unless he’s forced to for projects and other things related to school. he believes that he’s just there to learn and get his degree. but in this instance and situation- glancing towards the girl who’s talking more, he doesn’t mind it. y/n continues the conversation ignoring the awkwardness, for her it was nice to start a friendship with the distance boy, she enjoyed his manner even with the difficulty others say he has with people. they continue to talk making this weird interaction into a more comfortable friendly one. until they both get interrupted by their professor finally starting class. during the time of lecture, megumi for the first time is distracted. he’s glancing over, observing the girl. he’s confused, flabbergasted, even a little flustered. what his friends said was true no one ever approaches him. everyone thinks he’s scary, or mean- his resting face gives people impressions that he’s someone that doesn’t care for any social interaction. he stares off until he’s suddenly awoken by y/n again. “hellooo earth to megumi.” “huh oh sorry what was that?” he replies. “oh sorry the class is over and you seemed like you were daydreaming” she laughed. she continued on by saying “do you have any social media, sorry you don’t have to give it to me but”- she’s cut off by megumi raising his voice “no i do here”. they switch and add each other on their apps, and y/n waves bye as she has to go to her other class. megumi lets out a small smile, seeing that he made a new friend- but then it suddenly drops and he groans knowing his other two idiotic friends won’t let him down in this. teasing him to the end of time.

4pm. audition time, y/n is in the studio waiting. everything is done in perfection. her hair as tight as she could make it, covering her bun with a small net, hairspraying her baby hairs, so they can never see the light of day. her pointe shoes feeling great, not too tight, never too loose. her costume shining in a million lights but giving the dark contract of the daring reflection of the black swan. she practiced before once again in the practice room. before getting directed by the teachers as they called the students into the dressing room to wait. they’ll call each student one by one. she looks up and sees everyone freaking out, her eyes are moving as if she’s looking for someone and her eyes finally catch her. kai, in the other corner dressed in white and stretching- her jaw tenses up before shaking her head because she cannot get riled up- not right now. 29 minutes pass and most dancers are called up. it’s just her, kai and a few more dancers left. kai gets called in, she sweeps by y/n before smirking “not going to wish me luck” she says with a confident tone. y/n looks up finally looking her in the eye, her face and voice are monotone, she takes a moment before saying “break a leg.” kai looks down at her before entering the audition. y/n closes her eyes a few moments go by and y/n is entering her first audition for her college career.

“okay, deep breath. this is it” y/n tells herself when presenting herself to her teachers and a few more judges she’s never seen. “good evening contestant 38” booms her main teacher, “please tell us your name, year and what part you’re trying out for” she continues. “hello my name is y/n l/n, i am a second year and im trying out for the role of the black swan” y/n says clearly, her head held high “ah y/n” the teacher almost sings with a sigh at the end. “can i ask why we didn’t have you in our class the first year?” “i spent my last year at my old studio maam” the teacher hums at her answer “i hope your old studio taught you well miss l/n, you may began.” y/n takes her last deep breath before positioning herself on stage. “I've practiced this a thousand times, but today, it has to be flawless. my pointe shoes feel good, the ribbons are tight, and my costume fits perfectly. remember, the Black Swan is all about precision and poise. every movement must be sharp and controlled.” her music starts to play, cueing her body to start moving, her arms and legs move to the beat, she begins her first sequence. her music sounds light and flawless but her body and emotion is giving sharp and precise hitting each turn and leaps perfectly. she continues to distract herself from the glaring judges with her mind. “focus on the music. let it guide me. each note is a cue for the next step. I can't afford to miss a beat. my pirouettes need to be spot-on, no wobbling. and my jumps, they need to be high and graceful, like I'm defying gravity.” she makes it to the middle part of her solo, now focusing on her feet work while adding the main turns of the swan lake she’s seen on track- forcing the judges to see that she already knows the choreography of the swan lake title all together. then finally she makes it to the ending, the hardest part of her dance. y/n is now tired, exhausted, now feeling the consequences of overdoing it the past week, the days of staying up late. but she pushes herself trying to make it to the end, making sure it’s all worth it. she continues by trying to talk herself in finishing strong- “i’ve worked so hard for this moment. all those late nights and early mornings, all the blisters and bruises—they've brought me here. this is my chance to shine, to show everyone what I'm capable of. i am the black swan. strong, fierce, and captivating. this is my moment." she finally ends her solo- finishing in a floor position, she’s smiling but feels tears flooding her eyes. “i did it” she keeps repeating to herself. the judges clap but still show no emotion. they all thank her and let her go. y/n leaves as her tears start flowing out of her eyes. she doesn’t understand why she’s crying but she doesn’t stop it from happening. within that she takes her things and starts walking home.

Authors note:

HEYYY GUYS WELCOMEE BACK 💞💞💞 today we enter chapter 6, following the friendship of y/n and her friends. while also entering A NEW FRIENDSHIP WITH MEGUMII. GUYS ARE WE READY I LOVE THIS DYNAMIC. anyways we see y/n process her first audition with the expectation how seeing and wondering if her hard work pays off. fingers crossed she got the part. but anyways i hope you guys enjoyed this chapter and i’ll see you next time for chapter 7!! bye 💓

fun facts:

• when megumi got home, yuji and nobara found out about him following y/n and they started to attack him with questions!! (they stalked him)

• maki and toge also found out about y/n following megumi but they weren’t as crazy as yuji and nobara were to her.

• y/n listens to a lot of alternative music and has a board taste, but likes slow and steady music due to listening to ballet for years

• y/n struggles in math. like a lot.

*hello! my tags list is not working rn!! so im trying to tag everyone in a possible way (it looks ugly but it works!!) please be patient with me as i try to fix this this problem and have it ready for chapter 7!

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[floppydiskettess]

VALORANT AGENTS REACTING TO YOU FEELING INSECURE

featuring - sova, cypher, killjoy.

a/n : hi! firstly, i wanted to apologize as i made an error in my last post. i used the phrase “Aishiteru” (愛してる) when this is not the correct phrase i should have used! i am extremely sorry for that, i know little japanese so i was unaware that saying this is not a phrase people would typically use. from now on i will simply write it in english ^^

pink is you btw <3 (also be warned...i used the usage of y/n *shudders* /j)

Sova

(TW: self worth issues)

"and i'm sorry i left, but it was for the best. though it never felt right."

he is known as the golden boy, he does everything right and is highly respected among the protocol...so when people found out you two were together, some had some...thoughts about it.

"seriously i just do not understand why he would go for them? he could choose any person in the world and they would fall for him."

after hearing the hushed whispers about you, you began feeling extremely insecure about your relationship. why was he with you? they were right. he could ask any girl out and they would swoon..

soon, you realized what you had to do. you truly didn't deserve him...he should be able to love someone else.

you spend the next few days avoiding him. hopefully this would make this easier for you and he would begin to grow sick of your relationship..unfortunately, he noticed your behaviour immediately. he kept trying to ask you about it but you would either tell him you had to go do something, or would be whisked away by someone else.

"y/n, can we talk please?"

"oh-im sorry i really need to deliver this to killjoy. maybe later!"

"wait!....damn it."

one day, he decided enough was enough.

he gently knocked on your door, he was a gentleman after all. upon hearing no response he opened the door.

he let out a soft gasp as he saw your shaking frame lying down on your bed.

"oh ангел..."

you could feel a dip in the bed behind you before feeling a warm hand rest on your side.

"please...why are you shutting me out dearest?"

he hears a sniffle before hearing something that made his heart stop.

"...we should break up sasha.."

you immediately felt him freeze as he withdrew his hand from your shaking body. you hear him quietly mutter something in russian before adressing you

"w-what? ангел please...did i do something to make you feel like this? where is this coming from?"

you could hear the crack and shaking of his voice. the urge to tell him the truth burning at the tip of your tongue. the urge to reach out and hold his hand. but you couldn't. you needed to do this...for him.

"please. just leave me sasha. i cannot keep holding you back like this any longer.." you shakily say.

"what..? love you have never held me back from anything. please...what happened?" he said stunned.

he waits patiently for your reply, before remembering something he had overheard a agent say.

"oh. oh no my Солнышкop...my dearest...is this about what they said about us?" by now, he had shifted to face your back. when he saw your shaky nod followed by a smothered sob. he felt his heart absolutely shatter.

"my little dove, please tell me you know how much i love you. i am so sorry i didn't realize that what that идиот said about you made you feel as if this was the only option."

he felt you turn around to face him, the instant he saw your swollen red eyes he carefully captured your face in his hands?

"i promise you, you deserve everything. i have never felt happier with you, do you understand? if anything, you deserve so much more than I do.." he said while staring deeply into your eyes trying to get you to understand.

soon, you broke down in his arms as he engulfed you in a tender hug. as you cried into his neck muttering muffled apologies, he whispered sweet reassurances into your ear.

that agent wouldn't be bothering you anymore, he would make sure of it.

a/n : i just wanted to say this one really hit me personally. i left one of the greatest relationships i had ever had thinking it was best for the other people, but it was the most selfish thing i had ever done. if you feel like this as well. trust me, do not do it. every day i miss what i could have had if only i had chose to tell them my worries. so please talk to them, they will understand. don't make the mistake i did.

Cypher

(TW: SH mention, body issues)

"it's not the way i'm meant to be, it's just the way the operation made me.."

it started as offhand comments that the new agents would throw out.

"i could never wear that LMAO. i love the confidence!"

"wait, they chose something like that as their uniform? i could never.."

but it soon turned into something much less subtle when they found out about your relationship with the local information broker.

"have you seen their arms? its like they are flaunting themself.."

"the attention just encourages them. why else would they wear something that looks like that? i can't believe cypher would choose them over me."

everyday, you would hear at least one of these comments directed towards you, and no matter what you did. they wouldn't stop ad simply find something new to pick out.

cypher was incredibly confused when you suddenly started dressing different. you were much more hidden lately...you were covering your body as if you wanted nobody to look. even i private you refused to show him the old side of you. one day, when you were together in his room he decided to confront you.

when he dropped his mask, you raised yours.

"hey sweetheart...i'm sorry if this is out of line but is everything ok? are you trying to match outfits with me now?"

he softly chuckled trying to lighten the mood, but upon seeing your zoned out reaction he stopped, a concerned gaze filling his features. when you came back to reality, you caught his gaze.

"oh, yes im sorry...i just have a question. do you...like how i look?"

to say he was shocked was an understatement. where was this suddenly coming from?

"what? habibi of course i do. why do you ask?"

"it's not a big deal...just someone has kind of gotten me to really think about myself and how i look." you say as if it were nothing

"what? that is incredibly unprofessional?! you should report them to Brimstone. people cannot be saying things like that." he fumed, how could anybody say that to another person?

"no! no please, it's fine. they are not wrong about me."

now THAT had him shocked. they were not right about you one bit? he put down the object he had been working on before turning around and sitting next to you on his bed. you look at him confused as he gave you a soft but stern look.

"listen to me darling. i don't know what the hell they said about you but i can garentee they are wrong. they are simply jealous. please never let yourself feel upset with how you look. you are perfect in my eyes and that is what matters, is it not?" he says in the most sincere voice you have heard.

you can feel tears forming as you nod and look at the ground trying to avoid his gaze, but soon you feel a gloved hand pulling your face back to look at him.

"there is no need to hide from me my love...i want to see your beautiful face...i am here for you, yeah?"

you feel tears streaming down your face...soon you feel soft yet chapped lips gently kiss away your tears. you wouldn't trade this for the world.

he spent the rest of the night planting soft kisses all over your body (/nsx).

the next day, the rude agent was awfully quiet. you can only imagine what cypher had dug up about them.

you may not feel completely comfortable in your own skin, but cypher will be with you to help you feel a little bit more.

Killjoy

(TW: personality insecurities.)

"i shine only with the light you gave me."

everyone knew you were the "loud" agent.

after brimstone lifted the "no-fraternization" rule, you were free to be loving with your shy girlfriend in public.

most people found your extrovertedness and her introvertedness absolutely adorable. but you always feared that sometimes you were a little annoying.

one day, killjoy had been working on a turret upgrade while you were rambling about some show you heard jett talk about. but after a while you realized her only response was a soft hum every once in a while. you immediately backpedaled, were you being too loud? was she annoyed at you?"

you immediately trail off and stop talking, she seemed to not even notice your silence as harsh clanking filled the room. you frowned and checked your phone, scrolling back and forth on your home screen lost in thought.

once she had finished, you heard a quiet "yes!". you smiled as she turned around to ask your thoughts on it before seeing your face.

to anybody else, you would seem fine. just distracted. but klara knows you. to her, your eyes are more faded than normal as if you were bored...had she missed something important? she was mostly focusing on her work and assumed you had stopped talking to give her some space.

"Leibchen? Is everything alright?" she asked cautiously.

"hm? oh yes, sorry klara...i was just worried i was bothering you."

her eyes widened as you said this

"why would you be bothering me little maus? i love to listen to you!"

"i don't know, i guess i have just felt a bit worried that i have been annoying you..am i not too loud?"

"oh no! not at all! trust me, i love to hear you talk :)"

she stood up and pulled you into a shy side hug

"so, what was that about the show schatz?"

she asked with genuine curiousity, watching as your face brightened with joy at her eagerness to listen.

thank you guys so much for the support on my last posts!!!!! i literally am so happy you guys enjoy my writing!!!! i would love if anyone wanted to send me some requests as i am kinda struggling on what topics to write aboutt!!

this fic was very self indulgent and i wrote these all on my own personal experience. i literally finished this and reread to realize "oh shit...these are all me" LMAO. sorry if it is cheesy 😭

[pbaz7]

Caroline:Hey, wyd.

carol I am normally your biggest fan, but respectfully... fuck off!

As she tried to swing her legs off Paige’s lap, Paige’s hands shot out, gently grabbing her legs and keeping them in place.

p is such a lover girl im crying

Caroline wasted no time, her voice direct. “So, is there any news on the Paige front?”

carol do you have a crush on Paige or something cuz b please shut up

“Because, Azzi, you’re not taking this seriously. Everything isn’t just about the ‘amazing’ sex you’re having.”

personally if I was having amazing sex w Paige Bueckers I would make everything about it

“Wait!” Caroline’s voice came quickly, stopping Azzi in her tracks. “I invited Josh here.”

sorry I must've heard you wrong...

Caroline gave her a pointed look. “No, you and Paige are hooking up.”

CAROLINE PLEASE SHUT THE FUCK UP

Caroline shifted uncomfortably, glancing at the floor. “I already kind of made arrangements…”

is it April first or some shit?

Caroline hesitated, then blurted out, “I already kinda told him you agreed and that you were excited to see him.”

is this bitch homophobic or smth...

Azzi’s eyes widened, and she let out a bitter laugh, bringing her fingers to the bridge of her nose. “What the fuck, Caroline? What is wrong with you?”

my thoughts exactly baby

Paige nodded without hesitation, already standing and tossing her controller on the couch. “Ice, do singles for a while,” she said, barely sparing her roommate a glance as she reached for Azzi’s hand.

she would drop her whole life and career for az

Josh doesn’t bother me.”

okay babe... you tell yourself that!

Ice didn’t look away from the screen, raising a lazy hand in acknowledgment. “Cool. Have fun. Don’t get arrested.”

I love ice sm you guys

Azzi caught her staring and raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a playful smirk. “You’re really not even gonna try to be subtle about it, are you?”

i LIVE for down bad p

She settled comfortably in between Paige’s legs in the available seat, leaning back, her posture at ease as she claimed the space.

these fucking lesbians man (im a lesbian)

“Azzi I didn’t know you swung for the other team now,”

and I didn't my fist was gonna be swung onto your face but look at where we are now...

“I wouldn’t have let you wear something like that when we were together. Not that it’s my business, but, yeah, I’d definitely have said something before you left the house.”

you're right! it's not you business!

“How’d you get Azzi to flip sides?

quick! no one tell him that you don't chose to be gay, you just are. he seems like the type to not believe that

“So,” he started, his voice casual but his words pointed, “you must be pretty good at what you do to get Azzi.”

I mean like yeah but excuse you

“Wouldn’t have come all the way out here if I knew you were a dyke now.”

I audibly gasped at the dinner table sorry what

“she must be crazy in bed now if she’s got you reacting like this. I’d love to try her out again”

ok so I might actually have punched my phone screen...

Without missing a beat, she swung her fist at his jaw, the movement swift before anyone could stop her. 

YES BABY YOU DEFEND YOUR GIRL LIKE THAT

Before Paige could respond, Caroline approached hesitantly, guilt etched across her face. "Azzi, I just wanted to say I’m sorry. For everything. For Josh and how—"

please go away mama carol.

Azzi laughed, shaking her head. "You can punch a 6’0 guy twice, but you’re scared of a little alcohol pad? You’re such a baby, Paige."

Paige being a softy is canon and you can't tell me its not

"So… what do I get for behaving today?"

me🧍‍♀️

Paige swallowed hard, her breath shaky as she finally managed to reply. "Still… average." Her voice cracked slightly, betraying her.

bitch be so fr

*the entire smut scene

OML OML OML I AM SO DOWN BAD FOR BOTH OF THEM I LITERALLY CANT ANYMORE THEYRE SO FINE ALSO I LOVE THAT PAIGE IS FINALLY GETTING SOME ACTION FOR HERSELF

-🍉

author ilysm

omg i need you guys to do more of these they’re great 😭

i lowkey hated making caroline the bad guy but it had to be her or nika and i PERSONALLY love nika a little too much for that

thank you 🍉 i needed this 🥺🫶🏼

[haithamsbb]

all good things come to an end

wanderer x fem! reader oneshot

warnings: angst, major character death (you), illness

summary: you and wanderer promised to always be there for eachother, to stay by eachother forever, but all good things come to an end, and soon you develop an incurable illness and scara is bound to lose you

“No.. please.. don’t leave me..” A broken sob comes deep from within the puppet. “No..no.. please…” He claws at his chest, trying to stop the feeling of being suffocated inside.

“Im sorry.. I really am..”, you coughed out. Every breath you took was one step closer to your inevitable death, and you knew it. “Please.. after I’m gone, find someone new.. someone better…”, you smiled weakly at Scara and your eyes slowly closed, no longer reflecting the stars of the sky. “I could never.. find someone new.. nobody- nobody is better than you..” Wanderer sobbed over your body that once was the cause for his joy, now the cause of his pain and suffering.

“Why.. why must everyone betray me?”, he asked himself. Wanderer slowly rose to his feet and picked you up gently, he carried you in bridal style all the way back to your home, and set you, his beloved girlfriend, down in the grass. He reached in his pocket, and pulled out the ring that fit just right on your finger, the one he was supposed to give tonight, before your untimely death.

“I love you, Scara!”, you said as he twirled you around the garden. “I love you too, my little dove.”, he replied.

“Scara?”, you mumbled. “Yes, darling?” “I love you, please don’t ever leave..” “I’ll never leave you here my little dove”, he replied.

“Please.. don’t leave…. My love? My darling? Dove?”, Wanderer sobbed out in the once lively home.

When you discovered that you had the illness, Scara did everything in his power to keep you relaxed and did all the work in the house for you. Mopping the floors, cooking, cleaning, anything that required you to use physical strength, he would supply for you.

“Scara..?”, you asked. It was a cold night, and Scara was holding you close, as if afraid you would slip away in the dark. “Mmm”, he replied. “I love you.. don’t forget that..”, you whispered. As you fell asleep he cradled you in his arms, whispering sweet nothings to you.

“No.. why… please- please come back..”, Wanderer sobbed into the pillow that once smelled like you, hands digging into the bedsheets to find something- anything he could hold on to, to comfort himself with.

After hours, Wanderer slowly rose from the bed and walked over to your desk. The desk you always spent sleepless nights at, writing on a piece of paper you wouldn’t show him. He ripped open the drawers and found a letter addressed to him. Thinking that nothing else could hurt him now, he opened it.

To my love, Scaramouche

First off, if you are reading this, I must be gone already. I love you more than anything in the world. I hope after my passing, you will have found someone new who can love you better than me. I promise I won’t be mad when you find another, I’ll always be waiting for you up here. Scaramouche, Wanderer, Kunikuzushi, no matter who you are, or what you look like, I will always find you in another life. I’ll love you for eternity and I hope you know this. There’s also something I’ve been meaning to tell you. I saw the ring in the bedside drawer, and if it was meant for me, my answer would be yes. I love you so much, thank you for making me the happiest girl alive.

Your dove, Y/n

As Scaramouche read the letter, he didn’t realize he was crying until he felt wetness dripping down his face.

“Why- why are you.. still so precious to me- even after death?”, he choked out. “WHY CAN’T I FORGET YOU?”, he let out an anguished scream because he knew that he would never mean those words. He loves you too much, too much to bear.

As he walked through the busy streets of Sumeru City, someone bumps into him. “Tch.. you foolish mortal. Watch where you’re going.” “A-ah I’m sorry good sir, I wasn’t paying attention..” Scaramouche freezes when he hears the familiar voice. No.. it’s can’t be.. “Y-y/n?”

i- okay this angst sucked but scara nghhh - amber

[yunhowifeu]

New Kid

Choi San x FemReader

Word count: 3k+

Warnings: cussing and fighting

About: new kid Choi San and all the drama

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“What time is it?” I say to myself, looking at my clock. “Shoot!” I say as I rush out of bed and get ready. I had woken up at 7:30 and told myself I would only sleep for 10 more minutes but well…

I rush into the school getting a tardy pass and speed walk to my class but I don’t realize and bump into a guy. “I am so sorry, I didn’t see u there” I say as the guy smiles and says “no it’s okay really” he was pretty cute honestly. I’d stare at him all day if I could but I had to get to class. I was about to walk away but before I do he says “I am a new student, would u mind showing me around? I’m kind of lost. “I’m actually heading to my class right now and I’m pretty late already” I say. “Oh ok, I’ll figure it out on my own” he smiles and walks away. I felt bad so I turned around and walked up to him again. “It’s fine I’ll show u around, honestly I don’t even like my first class that much, I just wanted to be earlier to get work done and well the teacher is pretty strict but it won’t hurt to help out a bit and miss a bit” i tell him w a smile.

I show him around the school, we get stopped by an administrator but we told him I was showing the new guy around so he let us keep walking around.

He got cuter by the minute, we made conversation while walking to each section of the school every now and then. He smiled a lot. Such an innocent soul.

I finally walk him to his first class as we face each other and he hands me his phone with his phone number on it. “Just in case I get lost again or something” he says and smiles again. I obviously saved his number. “My name is Choi San by the way” he says. “Im Y/N” We smiled at each other shook hands and then he walked into class. I decided to skip the rest of the class period. I didn’t feel like putting up with the teachers lecture on timing.

I’m not a bad student. I have decent grades. Oh well yes I do sleep in and come to school late every now and then but I mean in my defense, I’m a deep sleeper and sometimes I don’t be hearing my alarm clock. I also be staying up late at night to finish my work and that also doesn’t help the fact I wake up late. I’d also like to mention that I’m quite an extrovert and like partying as-well so sometimes I stay up late at parties…

I don’t have many friends, but that’s my choice because I’ve cut many people because of how fake they were.

Later that day I get a call from San. “Hello?” I answer. “Hey so I remember u showing me where the cafeteria is but I kind of forgot where” he says as I hear him sigh slightly. “Oh I see, I was actually on my way there, where are you right now?” I ask. “Um I can’t tell you exactly because I don’t know” he giggled. “I showed you around though, did you learn nothing?” I laugh teasing. “Sorry, well actually I think this is the science section I’m assuming because there is posters about science” he says. “Well it wouldn’t be gym class if it has science posters around” I laugh. “Ur right” he says laughing too.

I go for him and we walk together to the cafeteria. “I usually don’t eat lunch but if you want to get lunch you can get in that line over there” I point. “You should come with me” he says. “I’m not really hungry” I reply. “Well you have to eat something, eat a fruit only or something” he says. “Alright then” I say as we both get in line.

After getting lunch, I show him the way to the table I usually sit at. We sit down as I greet all my friends w a wave. I introduce him to my friends. “Jasmine, Leo , Ryan , and lili” I say as I point at each of them while I say their names. “This is San guys, he is the new student here” I say. “Nice to meet you all” San says. “Nice to meet you too” jasmine says.

We all talk for a while, getting to know Sam better. The bell rings and I stand up to throw my tray w the orange peel only on it away but San grabs it and smiles. “I’ll throw it away for you” he says while he walks over to the trash and throws mine and his trays away. Lili nudges me “I think he likes you” she whispers. “For real” jasmine agrees. “I just met him guys, calm down” I say. Leo and Ryan waved and walked away. “He is cute though, he is probably gonna become popular in no time, watch, Maddie is gonna be all over him” lili says indicating to Maddie the most popular and so called “prettiest girl in school”. San walks back over. “Shall we go to the next class now?” he asks as he smiles. Lili drags Jasmine away “bye, see guys” she waves. I know what she was doing. I had the same class as lili next and we usually went to class together but she just wanted to leave me alone with San.

I walk San to his next class then realize he has the same class as me and lili so I let him know. “Ouu exciting” he says. We sit down next to where lili was already sitting. I glance at her. She makes a kissing motion with her hands, teasing. I throw a paper ball at her. She just giggled. I look at San again and see him looking back at me smiling. We look at each other for a bit then he speaks. “You have pretty eyes” he says. I looked away shyly. Lili leans over and says “they really are, everything about her is super pretty right?”. I push her w my hand slightly. “Yeah you’re right” San says. Lili smirks as she sits up right again. “U didn’t have to agree with her, she just likes talking nonsense sometimes” I say to San. “I don’t think it was nonsense, I genuinely think you are too” he says. I look away not wanting him to see the slight blush that’s forming on my face. He giggles and says “cute”. I’m pretty sure he noticed me blushing…

After school I get a call from San again. “Well I really appreciated you helping me out today and I’d like to ask if you wanted to hang out?” He asks. “I have study, sorry” I say feeling a bit bad but he says “we can study together then?” He says. “Sure, I’m going to the school library right now, meet me there”I say. “New kid, remember?” I hear him slightly laugh. “Right, I forgot, my bad” I say. “I’ll come for you the we can walk together to the library, where you at?” I ask. “I’m still at my math class, 307” he says. “On my way” I say as I hang up and start walking to his class.

We start walking towards the library but then Maddie gasps loudly making me and San both look, she comes up to us. “Hii!” She says smiling widely at San. “Are you the new guy?” She asks. “Yes” he says and smiles. “Wow you look even better in person” she says. “Huh?” San says. “Oh well some one secretly took a picture of you and they uploaded it online” she says. “Of course” I mumble annoyed. San looks at me confused. Maddie looks at me clearly judging me. “Why are you with…her..” she says to San still looking at me. “She is my close friend now, she showed me around and made me feel welcomed, and we were actually on our way to study together” he replies. “Omg let me come with” she says excitingly. “No” I say. she rolls her eyes. “Is your name san?” She asks him. “Yes” San says. “Sannie tell your friend to not be rude to me, I’m just trying to be your friend” she says trying to act innocently. “Whatever” I say. I continue “anyways, come on San let’s go” I say pulling san’s arm as I walk forward. “Don’t touch him, you didn’t ask for his consent did you.” She says raising her eyebrow as she takes my hand off him. “Can you mind your own damn business” I say. “Sannie-“ I don’t let her continue and cut her off. “Shut up will you” I say. I realize I might be making a bad impression of myself to San acting like this. “Sorry, San I’m usually not like this, i just feel good right now” I say. “So go home and rest, me and San will study, bye!” Maddie says. “You know what, sure whatever, do whatever you want” I say as I roll my eyes and walk out of the school.

The next day at school at the cafeteria I see San sitting with Maddie and laughing and giggling. I sit down annoyed. “Damn she got to him already” jasmine says looking over at them. “Mmm but let me tell you guys that San likes Y/N” lili says putting a spoon full of food in her mouth.

“We don’t wanna keep listening to your boy talks honestly” Ryan says. “He doesn’t like me, you’re making it weird” I say ignoring Ryan. “Yea he does, I’m telling you!” Lili says. “I bet he does” jasmine says. “He literally complimented her yesterday” Lili says looking at jasmine. “Omg period” jasmine says. “It was one compliment, I compliment people too but that don’t mean I have a crush on them” I say. “Whatever, you guys like each other and you know it” Lili says. “Next topic please” Leo says. “Look at Maddie touching his shoulder, ew” Jasmine says. “Go over and save him” Lili says. “If I do, there might be a fight and I don’t feel like it” I say. “Fine I’ll go for you” Lili says standing up. “Don’t” I say. She walks over to their table anyways. I see her talking but can’t hear. She then drags San over to our table. “Here he is guys” Lili says. Leo and Ryan stand up and walk away. “Maddie and her friend Zoe came up to us. “What do you guys think you’re doing?” Maddie says crossing her arms. “Right, he is our friend, so leave him alone” Zoe says grabbing san’s arm. San moves his arm away. “Well actually, Y/N was my first friend and I’d like to stick around with her” San says. “Period so fuck off” Jasmine says. “Jass calm down” I say. “No cuz they think they all that, I’m tired of it” she continues. “Ik me too but just calm down” I say. “Oh no continue talking shit, because we for a fact know we are all that, you guys are the ones that think you’re the main characters trying to steal the new kid from us” zoe says. “Steal? Girl we were the first ones to have met him, the fuck are you on?” Jasmine says pushing zoe slightly. Zoe pushes Jasmine back. “Don’t fucking touch me” she says. “I do whatever the fuck I want hoe” Jasmine says pushing zoe harder making her stumble a bit backwards. I hold Jasmine to try and calm her down but then Maddie gets a hold of jasmine’s hair and pulls it. Jasmine get out of my grasp and punches Maddie. Zoe grabs Jasmine from the back dragging her down with her arm around jasmine’s neck as Maddie start throwing punches. Lili gets involved as I try to separate all of them but the whole cafeteria starts recording and circling around. San tries separating them too. I get hit and San quickly checks up on me. “I’m fine” I say. The vice principal and the guards come up and separates them.

Leo and Ryan come back as they check up on Jasmine and Lili. The vice principal takes them all to the principal’s office as I go to my next class with San.

We stay quiet for a while but then San says “was that fight because of me? Was it my fault? Because clearly I’m wanted in both friend groups” he says. “No it’s just we have never really gotten along and well Jasmine had enough and Lili just wanted to help but it’s not your fault” I say. Lili walks in and sits down next to us not saying anything and just holding an ice pack to her face but after a while she says. “If I catch those bitches outside ima beat their asses”. “Is Jasmine okay?” I ask. “No, in the principal’s office Maddie pushed Jasmine so hard that she fell and hit her head, she started bleeding and I couldn’t even see what happen next cuz they just sent me to the nurse” she says. “Maddie so childish” I say. “Like how you gonna do that even in-front of the principal” I continued. “Maddie and Zoe getting suspended, so is Jasmine but I’m not suspended, they just gave me a warning” she says.

Few months pass and me and San got even closer, we hang out after school often as-well. Maddie hasn’t tried getting close to San again, only because she will get expelled if she gets into one more fight and we already know that if Maddie tried to get close to San again, Jasmine would get pissed all over again. About Jasmine though, she is good now.

“After school I plan on going to the club with Lili, wanna come with us?” I ask San.

“They let you guys in?” San asks. “The owner is lili’s cousin” I say. “Alright, I’ll go” he says. San later that day picks me and Lili up and takes us to the club.

Lili goes to a different part of the club. I stay with San and we dance. A guy comes up to me and asks to dance. I agree because I assume a girl will just go up to San and dance anyways eventually. The guy grabs my waist and I put my arms around his neck. After a while of dancing with him I look over and see San dancing with a girl so I continue. The guy leans in and tries kissing me but I try to push him away. “Come on don’t act hard to get princess” he says while still pulling me close trying to kiss me. I try pushing away but he grasps me tighter. “Let me go” I say already feeling very uncomfortable. He doesn’t let me go. “She said let her go” San says. The guy lets go. “And who are you exactly?” The guy asks San. “Her boyfriend” San says putting his arm around my shoulders. The guy rolls his eyes and walks away. I look at San “thanks” I say. “You’re welcome, maybe stick with dancing with me only next time” he says. “Yeah you’re right” I say. I start not feeling good a little after and we go home as-well as Lili. I did wanna dance but kissing a stranger is too far. It was a bit weird honestly.

Weeks later me and San watch movies on my couch and I grab some beers I have from parties left overs. “You sure we should be drinking?” He asks. “I’ve done it multiple times, we will be fine” I say. We both start drinking and before you know it we both get kind of tipsy.

I see San staring at my lips and well I’ve found him cute for a while now so why not kiss him I thought. I kissed him and he pulled me in close kissing me back. The kiss gets more intense by the second. We make out and it goes on for a while as San grabs my hips and sits me down on top of him. We keep kissing passionately but then I hear a knock at my door. I get off of San and open the door. It was Jasmine. “I need to vent” she says with tears in her eyes. I had to kick San out and even tho I was still tipsy and well kept thinking about San I still let Jasmine vent to me.

The next day at school San and I barely talk at lunch and the class after that, until I broke the silence and said “so we are just gonna act like whatever happen yesterday didn’t happen?” I ask. “I don’t know, I didn’t think you remembered since we were a bit drunk” he says. “Well I do remember” I say looking down at my desk.

We stayed quiet for the rest of the class but after school I invited him over to my house. He agreed and we sit on the couch. “I think at first I was just in denial but now I’m sure that I like you” I say. He smiles and says “I like you too”. We stay quiet for a bit but then he pulls me in for a kiss but then pulls away. “Wanna be my girlfriend?” He asks. “Well you could have asked in a more romantic way you know” I tease. “My apologies, how dare I” he plays along. “I’m just kidding, I’d love to be your girlfriend” I say. He smiles and kisses me again. We kiss for a while then we get a bit carried away, but that’s for a mother story🤫

The next day I told my friends and well…

“I KNEW IT!” Jasmine says, “I literally told you so, I knew you guys liked each other!” Lili says.

They were happy for us and well we were happy to be together as-well. Maddie wasn’t too happy about it but it’s not like we cared.

The end✨

[chrstns]

     hello it’s becs back at it with another piece of shit character !! feel free to message me or like this and i’ll come message you to plot !!

「dacre montgomery; cismale; he/him; bisexual 」❛ ✦ ﾟ*・ﾟCHRISTIAN MALDONADO is a 22 year old ENGINEERING MAJOR in their FOURTH year. It has been stated that they are +CHARMING && +INTUITIVE, but they can also be -ARROGANT && -SELFISH. they happen to be into THREESOMES && ORAL, but won’t do AGE PLAY && BATHROOM PLAY. ❜

he’s your typical rich kid asshole tbh ??? his parents own this massive chemical company and the maldonado family wealth is mostly new money

he grew up never having to worry abut anything rly. everything was handed to him on a silver platter and he’s always been a-okay with that.

he’s got a younger sister who he adores more than anything in the world tbh

still, he’s grown up to be a very hard worker. he realized pretty quickly that while he got handed everything he wanted at home, things were different in real life so he’s very determined and ambitious

he was a popular guy in school, half due to his wealth and the wild parties he threw and half because he was just charming and he knows how to draw a crowd and entertain

despite how he might seem he’s actually very smart. he’s majoring in chemical engineering and he’s planning on working for his dad’s company and taking over when the time comes. even though he can afford school no problem he’s actually on an athletic scholarship for lacrosse.

a total frat boy who LOVES to party, but he doesn’t really do drugs. he’ll do coke on the rare occasion but he’s mainly focused on sports and stuff so he avoids it when he knows drugs tests are coming.

thinks very highly of himself. very narcissistic, thinks he’s better than everyone & he deserves more than everybody else.

truly an asshole lmaooooo

gets into a LOT of fights. he has a very short temper so his first instinct is to throw down. he’s been boxing for a v long time so i mean....he can probably kick ur ass rippp

he puts a lot of effort into his appearance as well. you’ll never catch him in sweats or anything like that. the type to spend $300 on a haircut and only trusts his one specific barber to give him a trim and a shave. he is.............a lot LMAO

bisexual and v open about it, but he has very high standards tbh. doesn’t mind sleeping around but he’ll only date someone he thinks is....superior i guess and will fit into his family life?

he’s equally attracted to other genders, doesn’t really have a preference. but when he’s w other ppl with penises he is v much a top. will only bottom for love LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

only has his own self-interest at heart at p much any given time

he’s honestly just a lil bitch tbh

i dont have any specific wcs so just !!!! friends, enemies, fwbs, people he fights a lot, hookups, rivals, all that good stuff is lit.

[futfemfantasies]

TV \\ leah williamson x León!reader

Request: “...can you do a leah w x reader imagine inspired by tv by billie eilish?”

I am uneducated on Billie’s songs so I hope I do it justice anon 😬 and i’m jumbling the lyrics up a little, sorry 😬 I hope you enjoy!

Song lyrics are bold with italics.

Mapi is your older sister! :)

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I don't wanna talk right now I just wanna watch TV I put on Survivor just to watch somebody suffer

“No Leah, I don’t want to talk to you right now” You say as you walk into your locker room at the Barca training grounds.

“Please Y/N, let me explain” Leah pleads with you.

“Leah there’s nothing for you to explain. You were caught kissing her on multiple occasions. The photos explain themselves”

“Baby please, let me explain” You roll your eyes at the lame apology. 

“If you loved me, you wouldn’t have kissed her. We’re over Leah. I can’t believe I was going to propose when I saw you next. Goodbye”

Before Leah got the chance to respond, you ended the call. You threw your phone harshly against the ground. Luckily no one else was there. You put your bag away and took your boots outside to get some extra practice in. Ball after ball went in either the top left or right corner and your teammates watched on the sidelines. After the 10th ball went in, you felt a hand on your shoulder and you turn around to see your older sister Mapi. 

“Are you okay?” She asks.

“I’m fine” You grumble back to Mapi.

“Hey Y/N! Why is Leah calling me asking to speak to you? Also is this yours?” Lucy asks confused as she walks over to you holding a smashed up phone.

“Ask her why” You say as you take your phone before walking to get some water.

Your teammates are now officially worried. You aren’t your usual fun, bubbly self during practice. Instead you’re taking everything so serious and haven’t even cracked a smile once. When training finishes, you’re the first one in the locker room and the first out. You get in your car and text the team group chat saying you feel sick so you might not be there for a few days. After getting into your apartment, you grab a bottle of wine and head up to your room where you turn your phone off and watch Survivor. It might be comforting to watch someone else go through pain when I am, you think. 

Maybe I should get some sleep What's the point of anything?

After nearly a whole bottle of wine and 5 episodes of survivor, you decide to call it a night. You turn on your phone again and you see mainly missed calls from Leah, Mapi, Alexia and Ingrid. You reply a ‘im fine, stop worrying’ to Mapi before turning it off again and going to sleep until whenever. For at least an hour, you were rolling around so much that you built up a sweat. You turn on your phone and see it’s just after 4am. Using the phone flashlight, you walk downstairs and get a glass of water. You read Mapi’s reply first.

Maps 👯‍♀️: i’m never going to stop worrying, you know that. To Maps 👯‍♀️: maybe you should. i’m not a little kid anymore

You put your glass in the sink and went back upstairs. As you went to charge your phone, you see it. You reach to grab the velvet box and open it to see what would have been Leah’s engagement ring. You continue to stare at the custom made diamond and start to think what’s the point of anything?. After looking at the very expensive diamond  You jumped awake several hours later to bangs on the door.

“Get up right now Y/N/N” You hear the lovely voice of your sister ring through the door.

“Go away Mapi”

“Not until you talk to me” Mapi pushes.

“You’re going to be here a while”

“Y/N Y/M/N León Cebrián open the fucking door right now!” You instantly got up from the bed and stared down Mapi and Alexia. 

You got back into bed and Mapi got on one side while Alexia got on the other. You knew you had to open up eventually but you were scared to. You’ve never been the one to share your feelings, that’s when the notes app on your phone. it took you approximately a minute before you started to breakdown and you fell into your sisters arms. 

After crying for a while, you compose yourself, somewhat and take the glass of water Alexia was offering you. 

“What happened y/n/n?” Alexia asks softly.

“Leah she um, she cheated on me with Jordan”

“Wait her ex-girlfriend Jordan? I’m going to kill her!” Mapi stands and goes on a rant for a minute before sitting at the end of the bed again. 

“How are you feeling?” Mapi asks putting her hand on yours.

“I was going to propose Map. Two more weeks and I would’ve proposed. I think I’m problem”

Mapi and Alexia spent the next few hours talking about some strategies to help this, since both girls have been cheated on before. You didn’t have any negative thoughts when the girls were there which was a change from your negativity the past few weeks. 

Mapi decided that a movie day would be beneficial and you all shuffle downstairs to the living room. You get blankets out of the closet and Alexia makes popcorn in the microwave. Mapi quickly puts on your favourite movie and half way through the movie, you hear a loud knock at the door. You get up to go answer and when you do, you are lost for words.

“Hi Y/N”

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y/n = your name

y/n/n = your nickname

y/m/n = your middle name

Send in your suggestions, I’m open to anything within reason :)

[shurisasthmaticgf]

Hold Me: Shuri x Black! Fem! Reader

tw// spoilers, grief, crying, implied nsfw…ig?, panic attack….kinda

this one is angsty with some hurt + comfort

a/n: i ain’t edit this cuz it’s midnight n im tired as hell so sorry for spelling or grammar errors. i’ll clean it up in the morning. and pls lmk if you all liked this cuz comments or messages motivate me and also help me know if my work sucks 😋🫶🏽

A rush of cold air hit your torso just to be replaced by your warm sheets and comforter seconds later. However the feeling of your girlfriend’s body against yours was no longer there. The other side of the bed remain empty for minutes as you stirred in and out of sleep repeatedly. Eventually you came to the conclusion that you wouldn’t be falling back asleep until your girlfriend was back in your bed.

You shuffled your slipper clad feet against the palace floors until you reached Shuri’s lab. The sound of your feet dragging against the floor got her attention along with a “Pick up your feet” in your direction. However all you heard were hushed mutters and clinking if different tools in her workspace.

So not to scare her you softly called out, “Shuri?” The queen didn’t reply the first, second, or third time you called her name. You approached her from behind and slipped your arms around her waist, resting your head against her shoulder blade. The sudden touch startled her attention for a split second, but she immediately went back to tinkering with whatever she had in front of her.

Exhaustion was evident in your voice as you hummed, “Come back to bed, baby.” Shuri answered in a monotone, “You can go. I will be back soon.” Your hands fell from her body and you stood beside her, “Shuri.” The queen didn’t reply once again but the tears welling in her eyes and the way she bit her lip were telling enough of what was going through her head. You placed a hand on her wrist and your other lifted her head so her gaze could meet yours. Her eyes flickered back to her hands but you lightly lowered them, letting her put down her things.

Many things could go unsaid between the two of you and your eyes were enough to convey your feelings. Shuri gave you a subtle nod and lowered her head as she let you guide her from her lab and back to her chamber. You closed the bedroom door then turned to walk back to bed but Shuri stopped you before you could take a step. Her hand pushed you lightly back until you hit the door, and she placed a heated kiss to your lips.

For a moment you let her, allowing yourself to get wrapped up in what she was offering. Until you felt her pull at your pajama shirt and you came to your senses. Her actions were more frantic and rushed than usual as she fumbled with the hem of your top. Immediately you pulled away and pushed her lightly, “No. We aren’t doing this right now.” Shuri’s eyes brimmed over with tears and she shook her head, “No please- Y/N I need this.” In another instance you’d easily do whatever she wanted at those words. However you knew her intentions differed greatly from that.

Shaking fingers grasped your top and you held them down, pulling her hands from your clothes and into your own. Your girlfriend anxiously rambled as she started sobbing, somewhere along the way all you managed to understand was “I need you.” Your heart shattered at the sight, hearing the desperation in her voice as she begged you over and over. But you knew this wasn’t the right way to help her because this wasn’t what she actually needed.

You held Shuri’s hands firmly and pushed her against the wall this time. She choked on her sobs as you looked her in the eye, “You’re not in the right state of mind for this Shuri.” The queen refused and insisted, “I am- please I need you.” You told her firmly, “You have me. I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere.” The resistance in her hands slowly decreased and you let them go. You pulled her into your arms cautiously and she sobbed as you held her closer.

Tears soaked through the sleeve of top as you carried Shuri back to bed. Her fingers curled around the fabric of your shirt as she held into you for dear life. You let your hand rub her back soothingly as she cried out for her deceased family members. She begged you, “Hold me- please just don’t let me go.”

You sucked in a deep breath to swallow back the tears that threatened to fall, “I got you, my love. I promise I’m never letting go.”

[justsomegalwhoshere]

Daddy’s Small Hero

Note: I’m back with another dad Bakugou fic bitches 😎 this time it’s Baku with an absolute chonk of a baby. Again, this entire thing was inspired by @hanji-is-life and the people who sent the amazing asks there. I can’t stop, they’re so good 😩 also idk how fast a baby’s development is. My little sister was a baby but that’s was 11 years ago- Criticism is welcome as always.

Warnings: cursing cuz bakugou, but just fluff overall. Not prof read

‘Had to go to the hospital quickly for an appointment! Katsumi and Sakura are at school already. Take Katsuo with you to the agency please!

-Y/N <3’

Bakugou sighed as he put down the note and headed to the living room where his son was. He woke up and was surprised to see you weren’t there in bed with him, and was only even more surprised he saw his son was awake in his playpen doing his thing. After finding the note tacked on the fridge however, he understood the situation.

Bakugou looked into the playpen and smiled. His son Katsuo. He looked exactly like his dad, ash blonde hair, red eyes, and an absolute monster of a baby. It’s not that he cried a lot, in fact he hardly cried at all. He was just extremely chunky. He was in 6 month clothes at 3 months old. He was a chunky baby, a chubby tummy and rolls on his arms and legs. Hell, he even had rolls for knees! He was currently in toddler clothes at 10 months old and was trying to shove his fat fist in his mouth. He took notice of his dad and started making grabby hands up at him.

Bakugou chuckled. “Hey squirt, ready to start the day?” His son gurgled.

Bakugou lifted his son up with a soft grunt. “Jesus, did you grow overnight? You get heavier every day.” His baby slapped a drool covered hand on bakugou’s cheek. “..I deserved that.”

After strapping on the baby carrier and putting Katsuo in front of chest, he began making breakfast. Starting with Katsuo’s. Sure, it was time consuming making breakfast for his infant son, but he refused to let him eat that processed shit from the store. Bakugou placed a strawberry and a banana on the counter. He wasn’t sure why he did this, but he let his son choose what fruit he wanted in his breakfast. He read somewhere it was good for development. “K, choose one brat,” he said softly. Katsuo stared before grabbing at the strawberry. “Good choice,” Bakugou responded before dropping a few strawberries in the blender and starting his breakfast. The entire time, he stirred up conversation with Katsuo.

“So what did you dream about last night?”

“Da!”

“You fought Endeavour himself and won?”

“Ba-da-ba!”

“No shit, what did you do after?”

“Baaab.”

“Nice. I’ll make note of that the next time I train then.”

…

After a quick breakfast and a diaper change, Katsuki made his way to the agency, baby bag in hand. It should be ok to take Katsuo today. All he had was paperwork and an interview. Katsuki didn’t want just ANYONE working for him. He needed to make sure those who were hired were reliable people. Bakugou stopped in front of the building and addressed his son in the harness, “this is where daddy works. He runs his own agency. Isn’t that cool?” Katsuo blew a little raspberry.

Almost all eyes were on Bakugou as he entered the building. They went from neutral to confused seeing a drooly baby harnessed on the pro hero’s chest, and even more confused seeing a baby bag in hand.

Ignoring all the prying eyes, Bakugou approached Kirishima, who also was gawking at the baby in the harness.

“What? It’s not a fucking alien, get a hold of yourself.” Kirishima’s eyes snapped back up and looked at Bakugou. He put a hand behind his head sheepishly. “Sorry, I’m just not used to seeing you with your son that often.”

“Hah!? Are you calling me a terrible dad?” Bakugou questioned as his eyebrows furrowed more.

“No! Just drop it, look the candidate for receptionist is already with the interviewer. Just make it quick, ok? And don’t send them running away in tears!” Kirishima called out as Bakugou grunted and walked towards his office. Bakugou stopped in front of his office door and addressed his son once again,

“This is daddy’s office. You excited to step inside?”

“Aa!”

“Well, today I am too.” Bakugou opened the door and saw some interviewer extra behind his desk and a female sitting across from it.

“Ah, you’re here Mr. Bakugou! Please, take a seat!” The interviewer chirped. Bakugou sat down in a chair on the side of the desk and unclasped the harness. He set Katsuo on a sitting position on the desk and dumped some toys there for his son. Katsuo took a chunky plastic block and immediately began to chew on it.

The female blinked. “Umm… is the baby staying here the entire time?”

Bakugou growled lowly. “He has a fucking name. It’s Katsuo. And yes, he is. That a fucking problem?”

“N-no, im sorry sir,” she replied as Katsuo cooed.

“Let’s get this started. What’s your name?” Bakugou said, calming down.

The female cleared her throat. “Akane, sir.”

The interview went along fairly smoothly, Akane answered the questions well and seemed reliable enough to work here, Bakugou noted as he played a bit with Katsuo. Still, Bakugou needed more convincing. He didn’t need another receptionist crying into his coffee cup in the mornings. The more the interview progressed, the more impatient Bakugou became.

“Can we hurry this shit up? It’s almost tummy time for Katsuo!” Bakugou barked. Both Akane and the interviewer jumped at the sudden outburst.

“Sorry Dynamight sir, just one more question and we’ll be done here.”

Bakugou huffed and put Katsuo on his lap, who was trying to shove the block in Bakugou’s face. He chuckled. “Stop that shit, that’s fucking gross, wasn’t it in your mouth?” Katsuo gurgled in response, still shoving the drool covered block in his dad’s face. Akane was distracted at this display. Dynamight, the number 2 pro hero, softening for someone? She didn’t think it was possible. Bakugou looked back up, scowling as he realized no one was talking. “The fuck are you looking at?” He growled at Akane.

Akane yelped and cleared her throat. “N-nothing! Just- just looking around” she said hurriedly as she straightened herself.

Bakugou squinted his eyes and looked down at his son. “What do you think of her, Katsuo?”

Katsuo was currently transfixed on shoving two chubby fingers in his own mouth. Once he finally did babble again, he slapped his thighs while bouncing up and down, making “da” sounds over and over. Akane thought the display was cute before Bakugou spoke up again.

“My son says you’re a terrible liar and that you’re on thin fucking ice.”

Akane shivered a bit. She was going to be here a while longer, wasn’t she?

…

A few more exchanges like that back and forth (Katsuo cooing and bakugou interpreting as a a threat), the interview finally ended.

Akane slumped on the wall outside the door and slowly sat herself down. God, that went terribly! She kept getting distracted by the baby! There was no way she was getting this job! She blew it-

Her thoughts were interrupted by a high pitched laugh. Akane registered it was coming from the office. Silently, she got up and peered through the door, which was slightly ajar.

Bakugou was blowing raspberries on his baby’s stomach while Katsuo laughed hysterically. Akane stood there dumbfounded. She never thought Bakugou was the fatherly type. Bakugou kept doing this and laughed along with the baby until he put them down in a sitting position. “Alright brat, it’s tummy time,” he grumbled as he spread a blanket on the desk and laid his son down on the blanket, back facing the ceiling. His son thrashed his limbs around a bit before calming down. Bakugou chuckled and pulled a couple toys out of his bag and settled them around Katsuo. His son tried moving around to grab the toys, cooing all the while.

Akane left before she was noticed. She was confused by this secret side of Bakugou.

…

Despite her doubtful thoughts earlier, Akane managed to land the job as the receptionist at Bakugou’s agency. She liked talking to the people she met everyday, and even met his wife a couple times.

Akane was typing away and noticed someone approaching from the corner of her eye.

“Hello, Mrs. Bakugou! How are you?”

You looked at Akane and smiled, carrying your son. “I’m just fine, thank you! I’m just wondering where Katsuki is!”

“Right here,” a gruff voice responded. Both females turned around and saw the hero approaching both of them.

You gave your husband a kiss and handed him Katsuo and a box wrapped in cloth.

“You forgot your lunch again, I’m starting to believe you’re doing it on purpose” you scolded.

Bakugou laughed and pecked your cheek. “I might start doing it intentionally if I get to see my beautiful wife and son more often at work.”

Akane observed this exchange before Katsuo turned his head towards her, looking at her with wide red eyes and made grabby hands that Bakugou paid no kind to. Akane, however, shivered and turned back towards the computer, typing more feverishly. Those red eyes that looked exactly like his father’s creeped her out ever since that interview. Sure, Katsuo was adorable, but what came out of his mouth was scary.

[rommahh]

Love On Tour…Actually

{Im sorry for how late this was. I went to the show Friday and honestly, it was the best day of my life. I had a little PCD which made me super unmotivated but I’m back. I love you all, R}

You woke up a little grumpy, you won’t lie. You didn’t like waking up alone especially on a show day. It made you uncomfortable to be left to your own devices without any structure or schedule. You understood that Harry was a busy man but it would’ve been nice to receive some text so you could plan your day accordingly.

Sitting on the couch in the lounge of your hotel room, you chowed down on leftover pasta while watching Netflix on your iPad. You had yet to receive a text from Harry even though you had texted him hours ago when you woke up. It was hard to tell if he was ignoring you out of anger or if he was simply just lost in track. Either way you felt dejected.

On the other hand, Harry hadn’t even noticed that he iced you. He was busy running around Nashville trying to get things ready for tonight’s show. He bought you a new dress and shoes, and got the ring fitted. It was hard to figure out your ring size but he end up measuring your finger when you were passed out asleep in bed last night. When you slept, you slept and he knew that would be the perfect time to measure your finger.

Harry was so busy that morning, that by the end of his errands he realized he didn’t even have time to go back to the hotel before rehearsals. He was sporting a small cough and his vocal chords felt overworked but that’s all apart of tour.

Pulling his phone out of his back pocket as he walked into the arena, he dialed your number quickly. He had people trying to talk to him but he paid them no mind.

“Oh? Would you look who’s here?” Harry’s head shot up to the sound of your voice. There you sat on his dressing room couch, arms crossed over one another as you glared at him. Your gaze burned through him and he could just tell he was in trouble.

“Hello lovie.” Harry rasped.

“Harry you sound like shit but here you are up and about running around. You should’ve slept in this morning.” Scolding as you stand up to walk in front of him. Harry could feel the anger radiate off of you but you hid it well. He melted into your hands that cupped his warm cheeks.

“I had a lot of errands to run and I didn’t want to wake you. Also it’s just a sore throat from singing and traveling- comes with being on tour.” He mumbles dropping his head into your neck. You caress the hairs on the back on his neck and massage the tense muscles.

“You’ve got to think about yourself more, Harry. You have a show to put on but you can’t put on your best show if you’re not at your best. I am not happy with you at all.” Even though your words were scolding him, you held him your arms in the most soothing way. That’s what Harry loved about you, you cared for him like no one else could (aside from his mom). You could tell him off with your harshest words but he’d always feel your love from miles away.

“You’re right love, sorry for not keeping in touch today.” You hum in acknowledgement. You both pulled away from each other when his driver walked in with Harry’s abundance of bags. “Thank you, sir.”

“What all did you buy?” You ask walking towards the bags. Harry’s arm shot out in front of you making you stop. You looked up at him in shock. “Fine be secretive.”

You huffed before making your way back to the couch. Harry rolled his eyes at you, making way to his shopping bags. Plucking the bag from Nordstrom he plopped it down on the table in front of you.

“I just didn’t want you snooping at some other stuff. I bought you this, for tonight.” He sat down beside you, thighs touching leaving no room between you two.

“Im not trying to be mean. Just a little peeved that you left this morning without telling me. You also have a cold and I wanna take care of you since you won’t do it.” A hand rubs his forehead luring his eyes shut.

“Sorry baby, I thank you for caring so much.” He whispers sleepily.

“Im always gonna care for my bubs.” Kissing him on the lips, your turn your attention to the bag. The small grey bag had light tissue paper covering the product within the bag. The tissue falls to the floor as you dig into the bag. A silky champagne dress, folded neatly to decrease wrinkles, sits in the bag. The dress was soft and you knew it was loose enough to give you the room to dance. Soft snores escaped the boy beside you- the exhaustion evident on his face.

You pull the dress out of the bag and walk over to where his outfit of the night hung. The dress was hung beside his to be steamed for later. Turning around, you smile at the sight of your curled up boyfriend. Your heart hurt knowing that in a few minutes he would have to go rehearse.

Harry sleepily went through rehearsals sitting in a chair the whole time. He knew his stage cues and performance, he only had one more thing to rehearse but it required for you to not be in the room. He gave one look to Jeff to signal him to get you out. Jeff made up some excuse saying that he needed help with some social media post for the show.

Before the show, there was a catered dinner from some local restaurant. Harry ate a light meal of fresh vegetables and a sweet iced tea which has grown on him having lived in the states for some years. You ate grilled chicken and fries enjoying the free food. The two of you ate alone in his dressing room- wanting a moment of piece before the crazy.

“How are you feeling?” You ask Harry. He shrugs, he was more nervous than anything but you wouldn’t understand why if he had told that to you. He felt floaty. Tonight would be a game changer, a step in a whole new direction. This is something he’s wanted to do for years now but it’s finally happening, and he’s scared.

"Im ok, a little tired but what else is new. I can't wait to sleep all night and cuddle with you." He grabs your hand from across the table. you squeeze it, frowning at his revelation.

"I don't like that you're so tired." You worry, his hand squeezes yours in reassurance.

“Im ok, it’s all apart if the job.” He looks down to your bare ring finger, thumb brushing over the empty spot. Your nails were done in your favorite way, some funky pattern you found from Pinterest all painted on short coffin nails.

“I love you Harry and I’m so proud of you. I know that these years put us both in a bad place mentally but I’m happy of where we are now.” Harry could almost tear up to your words. They settled into his mind, resonating. He was making the perfect decision and you solidified that ideal.

2014

Harry didn’t know how they did it. A show every night, a new state everyday, a new country every few months- he was burnt out. He was tired of shared tour buses and the lack of autonomy. Last nights LA show was amazing, the crowd was amazing, the energy was amazing- so why did he feel so horrid?

He walked around in The Grove, security guards walking in front and behind him. He wanted a peaceful day alone but here they were. Fans watched suspiciously trying to decipher if it was Harry or not. His hat and sunglasses were obviously not the disguise he thought they would be.

As the whispers got louder, his heart started to flurry more. Panic seeped into his veins as he looked for an escape. Bolting in the Barnes and Nobles- security guards close behind- Harry asked for the employees to close shop just for a moment. Harry only needed a moment to get a car near by to escape to. Feeling overwhelmed, Harry hid.

In between the historical fiction and romance aisle is where he sat. Head between his knees, trying to catch his breathe.

“Are you ok?” A voice asked from above him. His head whipped up in shock. Standing there was you, three books clutched between your arms. Adjusting your dress you dropped down to the floor in front of him.

“I-im fine, tired but fine.” He replied. He looked different than he did the night before, you thought. Last night, he was energetic and full of life and now, now you saw a boy whose exhaustion overpowered him.

“You here for any books?” You were just trying to change the subject, something you did with yourself when you had panic attacks.

“Oh no, I don’t-“ he stuttered shaking his head. You smiled at him before pulling a book from your stack. The fault In Our Stars, your new favorite.

“I love this book, one of my favorites. Heard a movie is coming out too so that’s fun.” You joke. Harry’s relaxed slightly, you nestled closer to him. Opening the book, you began reading, your gentle voice calming Harry.

At the start of chapter four, an interruption pulled you both away. Harry’s security guard told Harry that a car was waiting and the perimeter of the store was clear. Harry nodded telling the guard to give him five more minutes.

“I guess this is it.” You mumble closing your book. Harry nods but makes no move to leave. Something clicks in him as he looks at your face again.

“You were at the concert last night, meet and greet?” He muses.

“Yeah, One Direction is my favorite band. My friend bought our vip tickets for my birthday. Best night ever.” You say quietly, scared that he might think that you’re some obsessed fan.

“Oh, well I’m glad you enjoyed the show….so why didn’t you freak out today or- or expose where I was?”

“You’re a human being, just like me. You get nervous, frustrated, and sad just like me. You get panic attacks just like. Who am I to treat you differently?” Your words did so much for Harry. “Now don’t get me wrong, you’re my favorite in the band, but I don’t idolize you nor do I wish to be in your position cause I know it must be hard.”

“It is. Hard, I mean, really really hard. I love my job but I’m tired.” The silence you two shared burned a connection between you two. “This may be weird but could I have your number? I like talking to you and I wanna hear more of this book.”

Placing your hand made bookmark in the book, you closed in and gently placed it on Harry’s lap. “Have it. I have one at home and if you still want to talk about it- I’ll give you my number.”

Harry stills as the book sits in his lap. “I want to talk to you about the book.”

After exchanging numbers, Harry was urged by you to go. Walking side by side to the door, you were separated by his security.

“Harry, don’t let this keep hurting you. Find the joy and grasp on to it.”

You turned out to be his joy. Calls every night after shows and different books being read together, you both gravitated towards each other. Everyday was a new day to grow closer together. He invited you to more concerts, paying for every ticket because he just needed to be with you.

The show was going beautifully. Harry looked amazing in stage in all white and most fans were captivated by your outfit too. It worried you to see Harry so exhausted on stage but you knew he would stick it through like he always does. Proud was an understatement in your eyes. Harry made you more than proud.

You stood in the back of the watermelon pit at the end of the aisle where his stage stopped a few feet away. Jeff stood beside you like he normally did but he was acting suspicious. You two never stood on the side of Harry’s exit but this is where Jeff said you’d get the best view tonight.

Harry sang his final ‘we’ll be alright’ before doing his stage stroll and bows, but instead of finishing in the middle of the stage- he went down stage to the place he normally exits to at the end of the night. You watched in confusion, along with the crowd, as he walked down the steps to you. The crowd erupted in screams as the lights focused on where you were standing.

“What are you doing?” You asked with large eyes of shock. You felt your heart stop in your chest. The crowd getting louder by the moment. Harry walked closer to you, one hand digging into his pocket while his eyes focused on your face. You couldn’t place what was happening but you’re eyes welled with even more tears nonetheless. Jeff was to the side with a huge smile and his phone out to capture the moment.

“Y/N, my love, my light, the best thing that has happened to me,” he didn’t have his mic on so the crowd couldn’t hear him but you could hear him perfectly. As if you two were the only ones in the large arena, you could only see Harry. “From the moment I met you in the bookstore, I knew you were meant to be in my life. Somehow you took me from my darkest place and guided me to my lightest.

I know our lives have been hard but we’ve always found a way to be alright. I want that for the rest of my life. I want you to be by my side for the rest of my life, so will you please, my love, marry me?”

You gave him no time to answer as you yanked him up by his arm. You wept as you exclaimed loud yeses, yeses that could be heard by a few fans who screamed in excitement igniting the rest of the crowd to scream. Harry picked you up in his arms, throwing one arm out to wave at the crowd before bounding backstage.

“Oh my god Harry!” You exclaimed as he set you down. He only had a few minutes to talk so you kept it quick. You pulled his face down to your kissing his lips. This kiss pulled you both deeper into each other.

He pulled away making you whine. “I gotta go back but I promise you’ll get it all tonight. I can’t believe you said yes. I love you so much.”

Harry’s energy multiplied by 100 going back on stage. He even went as far as to explain what watermelon sugar was about. Remembering when the song was made, it made your legs clench together- a pulse overwhelming your lower regions.

Looking down at your hand, you could feel yourself tear up again at the ring he bought you. It fit perfectly in your hand, you remember him measuring your hand that night even though he thought you were asleep. The thought of your future made your heart swell. A future with new music, a wedding, a nice house, and babies made your heart swell. This was something you couldn’t wait for.

Harry found his joy in you but he never knew about the joy he was to your dark life.

[soulwillower]

semi-charming •  bill denbrough

(bill denbrough x reader smut)

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warnings: drinking, mentions of weed, dorm living, almost-strangers hooking up, smut, choking (light), light spitting, a tiny bit of dirty talk, switch!bill, its kinda fluffy smut tbh, enemies-to-lovers but its so lowkey, kinda cute guys, neighbor-ish au, 

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the first time it happened, you wrote it off as unintentional. 

it's happened to everyone: you're joking around with your roommate, or reaching over to grab your laptop, and you fall off your bed to the floor. you knock over your lamp or someone knocks over the handle that was sitting half-empty on the mini-fridge. the tile on the ground of the dorm rooms are hard and cold and don't do much to quiet the noise of anything, so you get that. 

but whatever the hell was going on in the room above you was not that. it was three in the morning, and your head was spinning in that sickening way that only happens when you take too many drinks in a short time and find your way to bed for a few hours before being startled awake. 

a loud thump made you jump in your bed, heart racing as you woke in surprise. 

it was around twenty more loud thuds from your ceiling (in a span of barely two minutes) that you gathered the energy to slide out of your bed, sliding on your dorm slides and throwing on a shirt to cover your near naked body before storming into the hallway to climb the most challenging single story of stairs in your life, right to your upstairs neighbors' door. 

your hand was banging on the door for a mere five seconds before the door swung open and a terribly confusing sight fell onto your eyes. 

three boys who you've only ever seen in passing before in your dorm, all shirtless and heaving breaths. the one who answered the door, possibly bill or mike (judging by the stupid name tags on their door), has bright eyes and dark auburn hair that reflects in the dim light of the hall, backlit by the neon purple from inside the room. his sweaty bare abdomen made your eyes twitch as you glared at him, suddenly more irritated because he's kind of really hot and stupid and annoying, and you needed to sleep.

"hi.” he said casually, and you could tell he wasn’t entirely sober, either. 

“so what is your fucking problem?" you said in lieu of a greeting, half-asleep and pissed beyond belief (also still drunk). the boy who answered the door raised his brows, head turning with a brow raised, as if to ask his buddies 'are they for real?' before turning back with a large, cocky smile, "pardon you? we already turned down the music." 

you blinked, knowing you must have seemed so rude and looked insane but it was a weeknight and you had class in the morning, "wh- what, no- i'm not here about music. it's like three, you're slamming on the floor and i can hear it like i'm in a fucking tornado in my room below you so you need to knock it off." 

then the other boy, further back with foggy glasses, started laughing. the other one laughed too, rubbing his neck sheepishly, still breathing heavy. "what the hell are you guys even doing in there?" you added, running a hand through your hair in exasperation. 

"they were trying to bench press me. but then bill decided to start doing squat jumps onto his bed." the boy with glasses explained as he rubbed his chest, still concealed by the darkness of the room, illuminated only by the stupid LED neon lights that every single person in the dorms had lining their rooms. that explained the thudding. 

"why." you'd deadpanned. you were too tired for this, but you'd wanted them to understand that it was keeping people up. "richie got us kicked out of Pike for stealing their doorknobs and pledge class photos." the third boy says, elbowing the boy, richie. "we felt like working out, but then richie said we couldnt press him, so..." he trails off at the look you give. 

"you want my workout routine or something?" richie asks you. you sharply inhale and bill smiles, "well, if that's all, we'll be going. i've got one more rep to get in." 

your eyes widened, jaw dropping at his words. he'd laughed, then, and your eyes couldn't stop as you stared at his sculpted abs flex in the light. god damn it. 

"chill out, neighbor. sorry to wake you from your beauty sleep." he said as he noticed your look, and you wanted to fucking hit him. 

you rolled your eyes, picking up on his facetious tone. "whatever. just knock it off. thanks," you'd griped, sarcastically smiling at them before trudging away towards the stairwell. and you'd caught it when bill muttered, "is now a bad time to assemble my ikea desk with my drill?" 

you'd run into bill once again a few days after when you'd gone to use the bathroom on the floor above you where your friend lived, washing out the bowl you'd used for lunch. a 'shh!' had made your brows furrow as you'd walked in, not paying attention as you'd heard a shower stop and a girl laugh from the other side of the bathrooms. 

but a deep voice grunting 'ow, fuck' made you freeze and then feel hot, wondering what kind of luck you have to be in the bathroom when some people were hooking up in the shower. but you're reminded that you had the worst luck when you go to leave the bathroom and two figures round the corner, hair soaking wet and hoods pulled over their heads. making eye contact with him, he must've seen how flustered and irritated you were, because he cracked a grin, "good to see you again, neighbor. you sleeping well these days?" 

that was only a few days ago. you'd seen him in passing at a party at one of the frats, but had avoided any interaction with him after you saw him and his friend with the glasses snickering to themselves after sneaking looks to you. god, you didn't want to face them again - they were so mocking, so cocky.... so rude, and they made you feel like you were being insane just for wanting to have peaceful sleep. bill was not your favorite person. 

but as bad as the first two experiences were, the third time you had the misfortune of interacting with bill, it was the worst. 

your roommate was out for the weekend, and you'd found yourself stuck with your leg and ankle pinned between your heavy file cabinet under your bed and your bedframe, unable to scoot it over on your own to free your leg. 

you were planning on relaxing tonight, after being stood up from a booty call hook up. you’re mad, frustrated, horny, and close to tears now that you’ve gotten yourself stuck pinned to your bed.

it’s nearly one in the morning, and nobody’s in the hall. 

but then, bill walked past your open door as you struggled, and desperately you called, "hey!" 

his double-take into your room, his head poking in, would have been charming if the face was anybody but him. 

"what?" he asks, suddenly noticing it’s you. his voice is not charming and calm as you've seen him be with other peers, but in your stubborn mind, you convince yourself it’s fine; you don’t like him, either. 

"i'm stuck, can you help?" you say despite your thoughts. 

he sighs, dropping his backpack next to your bed and then tugging to try and move the cabinet. 

"how did you do this?" he mutters as he pulls as hard as he can to pull it, but your shoe is too wedged diagonally against the floor, cabinet and frame. you sigh, "thought i could nudge it to the side with my toes, i dropped my dab through the crack." 

he chuckles, trying to instead shove it backwards instead; to no avail. "smart girl." he says sarcastically, and you roll your eyes, trying to help him shove it. "what was the point of you keeping me up all fucking night if you aren't strong enough to move this shit?" you say, exasperated because it's starting to dig into your calf. 

he stops, rolling his eyes at you. "has anyone ever told you that you can be a bit rude?" he asks, moving closer to you to try and push it away. you look down at him from where you stand, elbows on your mattress. "no. you're just a dick. fight fire with fire, or whatever." you mutter, face feeling hot. 

you can't stop staring at his shoulders, his arms - they're so hot, the veins popping out of his hands and forearms, the smell of his aftershave wafting into your nose from where he kneels next to you. 

he just hums. "i'm going to try to push your leg forward and then push the cabinet away." he states, and you nod, just wanted this nightmare to be over. you're still terribly embarrassed and the proximity to such a hot and confusingly irritating boy is making you lose your grip. 

it takes a lot in you to not jolt when his warm hand wraps around your bare leg and starts to pull you, his strong hold on you making you tingle. "what's your name?" he asks, and you almost laugh as his grip on your thigh tightens, the feeling of his fingers wrapped around your skin making you hot. this is insane.  "y/n." you struggle out, throat feeling dry - there's no reason his hand needs to be so high up on your leg, but some part of you really wants it. "it says that on my door." you say breathlessly. 

whatever he was going to reply with is cut off as he tries to readjust his grip on you and the cabinet, but his hand slides up and grazes the skin near the apex of your thigh, coaxing a sharp gasp to fall from your mouth. 

he turns red, looking up at you, "god, sorry." he mutters, and you bite your lip, unable to look away. 

you kind of forget to say anything, stuck staring at him, heart thumping as wetness pools between your legs just from this boy's touch. god, you've got to get laid. 

his arm is wrapped around the onside of your leg, thumb reaching higher on your thigh than his other fingers, and for a moment you hesitate before deciding to go for it: you drop your hand hand to his hair, pulling lightly as you 'steady yourself,' smirking as you feel his shaky breath against your thigh. 

you don't even care about getting unstuck now, all you can think about is being fucked into the mattress by this asshole boy from the fourth floor. you’re not sure where this feeling came from. 

when he finally pushes the cabinet away, causing you to stumble to catch your ground. he helps you get the cart and then push the cabinet back, awkward small talk making you want to die. "why were you down here anyways?" you ask, rubbing your leg. "mike kicked me out to be with a girl and all my friends are out for tonight." he sighs, rubbing his neck. "i have to do homework tonight, just going to find somewhere quiet to get it done." 

"that's surprisingly responsible." you say, looking at him wearily. he gives you an annoyed look, "what's that supposed to mean?" you roll your eyes, "you don't seem particularly academically motivated." you state, unsure if you're coming across as flirtatious or just a dick. he gives you a look as he moves to grab his things from next to your bed. "you seem more pleasure motivated." 

you catch your mistake immediately - and he does, too, smirking. you stutter to fix it, "don't be gross." you defend weakly. 

he's biting his lip and something rumbles in your chest, flames in your abdomen. it's hard to gauge if you don't like him or if you do. maybe you're just horny.

"i thought you were cute, you know, until you showed up at three in the morning to chew me out." he mutters, eyebrows raised, "i get that that was annoying, but it was a saturday. everyone was drunk, i don't get why you are still being a bitch." his face drops when he says that, as if he didn't mean to say it at all, but he doesn't take it back. you shrug, not too offended. he kind of has a point, "i don't get why you have to make everything so much harder than it has to be. doesn't matter how hot you are,  i don't have to like you, you know." you say, crossing your arms with a smirk. 

"believe me, i'd rather you not like me." he says, smile on his face troubling. you look at him, trying to gauge why you're feeling so flustered, why you want to jump his bones right now no matter how annoying he is. "then why haven't you left yet?" you challenge. you figure if you're reading his actions wrong, this gives him an out. 

"because i kind of want to fuck you now." he says boldly. you just smirk, walking towards where he sits on your desk chair, lowering yourself to straddle him. he looks up at you, eyes large and mischievous as he pulls you down on him all the way, your hips grinding lightly. "i think you want to fuck me always." you whisper, lips hovering above his, teasing. you're eating up all his attention, soaking it up and savoring the way he watches you. 

you boldly snake your hand down between the two of you, lips still refusing to touch his, your hand starting to tease his clothed cock as it hardens under your palm. you stroke him as you lean, almost kissing him before pulling away. he glares at you. 

then you move your hips, the tension in your room killing you. he lets out a half-moan, causing you to buck your hips again, relishing in the pleasure it gives you. he leans forward, trying to catch your lips, but your hand catches his chest, your lips just centimeters from his own.  "fuck you, y/n." he says, fed up with your teasing as his hands squeeze your ass, moving to the bottom of your thighs and then rising with surprising ease, holding you against him and making your heart thump in shock. he takes four long strides towards your bed, tossing you on it. you grin, expecting for him to climb onto you, but instead he's walking towards your door, making your heart quicken. is he leaving? 

he slams your door shut, though, and it makes you smirk as he clicks the lock. you're on your back, the sight of him upside down making you bite your lip, eyes nearly even with the bulge in his sweatpants. 

he walks up to you, and you eye him as he bends forward, hand catching your chin, holding your head forward with a strength you didn't expect. "look at me." he says suddenly. you blink, feeling hot as you stare into his eyes. 

"don't tease me." he says, and you swallow, heart racing in excitement. "okay." you croak, and it seems to satisfy him because he tilts your neck from here he holds your neck and chin, kissing you soundly on your lips. you feel on fire at his touch, squirming as you slip your hands into his hair - it's making you so needy that he's holding you, almost trapped on the mattress, kissing him upside down. 

he pulls away and you flip around, allowing for him to climb onto the bed, barely enough time before you pull him in for another kiss, this one heated and desperate. 

he bites marks on your neck as your hands palm him, pushing your own thighs together in need. slowly, you push him down against your mattress and sling a leg over his hip, moving to straddle him. his hands find your hips easily, looking at you like you're the only thing ever worth looking at; your breath leaves your lungs and you steady yourself, the reality of how fucking beautiful bill is hitting you at once. 

you pull his shirt off, yours coming off, leaving you in just your shorts and underwear. he palms your tits, pinching your nipple as you grind down against his cock, whimpering at the feeling of his pants against your clothed clit. "if only you'd come up to my room like this." he says, and you snap your eyes to his, seeing the teasing grin but glaring at him. "maybe you would've been nicer to me if you knew how good i'd make you feel." he whispers as you resume your hip's movement, "shut up, bill." you hiss. he laughs, his thumb making contact with your clit takes you by surprise and you jump a bit, moaning quietly as your eyes close in pleasure. 

"take these off." he mutters into your mouth as you bite his bottom lip. you take off your shorts, quickly resuming your spot straddling him, his lips trailing from your breasts to your throat and then your mouth again, grinding against him in need. he toys with your slit over your panties before he pulls them slowly to the side, spreading your juices on his long fingers, humming as he brings his fingers to his lips, watching you as he licks his fingers. you nearly moan, impatient enough that you kiss him, tasting yourself on his lips faintly; "do you want me?" you whisper against his lips.

"i wish i didn't," he says, "but yes. do you want to do this?" 

you're breathless, beside yourself with need, "yes." you say quickly, tugging his sweats off and tossing them to the floor. "fuck you, by the way." you spit, flipping him off. he grins and it's fucking beautiful, his smirk, his red cheeks, heaving chest. budding hickeys bloom over his neck and chest as he catches your hand, tugging you forward over him, whispering, "you're about to." 

you roll your eyes, ignoring the butterflies in your chest, hand falling over his as he pumps himself. your thumb swipes over his tip, spreading his precum before opening the condom he'd pulled out of his pocket (you don't even want to know why he brought one with him to study) and roll it onto his cock. 

and then you’re pushing aside your panties and stabilizing yourself on bill’s chest. you line yourself up on him and look to him for one last confirmation. he nods, “quick fucking around, babe.” he says, but his voice sounds desperate and his cheeks are flushed and you let out a strangled moan as you sink onto him, the nickname making your stomach flutter. you have to stay and give yourself time to adjust to his size, his moans swallowed by your own mouth as your tongue swipes his. his hands roam your body, squeezing your hips, your ass, your breasts and then rising to cup your neck and back. 

“shit, bill.” you whimper as you slowly start to move up and down. his eyes fall shut in pleasure and his head tilts back, exposing the entire expanse of his throat for you to claim, his hands falling to your hips. your eyes watch his thin necklace shine in the faint light from your lamp and he's filling you up perfectly. 

he looks like fucking heaven.

you kiss his neck lightly as you pick up the pace, bouncing on him steadily as his fingers grip the sides of your thighs.

“fuck, y/n.” he whispers, staring at you with his lips caught between his teeth. the feeling of him stretching inside you and hitting the perfect spot has your legs shaking already, breathing heavily. he’s soon surging up, kissing you deeply as groans fall from his lips, his arms rising to your waist to hold you as you move.

"you're much better when you're not talking." you mutter as you fuck yourself on him, moving your hips as you bounce. he rolls his eyes, "i'd fuck you every day if it meant you wouldn't come ruin my fun every night." he quips back, eyes challenging. and your hand rises to squeeze around his throat, at first as a joke, but then he smiles brightly, a smirk that stirs something in you and you squeeze ever so slightly, the feeling of his pulse making you moan. 

his smirk sends butterflies through your stomach, pleasure swirling in your core. but then his own hand rises to your own throat, squeezing lightly.

you moan, unable to keep it together. "you think two can't play this game, y/n? it's like you don't know me." he tuts, seemingly pleased as you're flushing, gasping as your legs stutter, his hips moving up to meet yours, strokes hitting you deep. “i don’t,” you whisper, and he hums. 

your legs stutter after one particularly satisfying thrust and he grabs your hips, lifting slightly and biting his lip as he starts to thrust up into you. “oh, my god,” you moan as he hits your g spot and he curses under his breath.

your hand comes up to rest on the wall behind him as you meet each other half way, hitting a spot deep inside you that has you moaning his name loud enough for anyone to hear. you hope to god your next door neighbors are out. 

he presses his lips to yours and you know its to get you to stop being so loud - it makes your toes curl in pleasure. then his thumb snakes its way to your lips, his grin widening when your lips immediately part and suck on the finger, humming around it as your hand rests on his neck, the other over his abs as you bounce. 

"so pretty like this, y/n." he leans up, then, sitting up more and changing the angle, making you gasp with a moan as his hand snakes around your waist, pulling you closer to his face with the hand on your face. he pulls his thumb from your mouth with a light pop, your legs barely riding him at your proximity, instead steady on his hips, his cock warm and stretching you. "do you think you'd look pretty under me?" he asks. you swallow, moving your hips again and sliding on his cock, movements making you stare at him, pleasure building. 

"i think you would." he whispers, hand still on your neck. you whimper a bit, sliding off of him, allowing him to climb over you, kissing you soundly before pulling you to the edge of your bed, legs hanging off as he stands in front of you. lifting one leg, he kisses your knee and holds it up as he teases your slit with his cock before sliding into you again, causing you to let out a loud moan, his own melding with yours. 

your eyes roll back at the new angle, legs shaking as his fingers dig into your thigh. “wanna see your f-face when i make you cum.“ he mutters, hand rising to thumb your lip, dragging your bottom lip down.

 "you think you're gonna make me cum?" you bite, knowing no man you've been with has been able to. 

you watch as his eyes admire the half-lids of your eyes, the blissed, fucked-out look on your face. your chest is littered in blossoming hickes, varying from pink to dark red and slightly purple already. 

he says nothing in response to you, but pulls your leg further open, spitting down onto your cunt, making you moan lightly, the action being terribly sexy. his thumb finds your clit and starts to rub perfectly in counteraction to his thrusts, his lips finding your nipple. 

you gasp in pleasure, panting as you start to wonder if he really is going to make you cum. then his thumb rubs circles on your clit and as he presses lightly, you can’t hold off any longer. “fuck,” you hiss as you hit your peak, your orgasm making your legs shake. you can’t help it, gasping and bucking your hips as you clench against his cock in bliss, your orgasm causing you to tug his hair in ecstasy. “so pretty.” he mutters against your neck, pressing kisses to it as you’re moaning and arching your back. "so good, cumming for me." he says cockily. you're panting as you whisper, "shut up," his hips still pounding into yours. 

“god, you're such a sweet talker.” he mutters sarcastically as you look at him desperately, his eyes fall shut in bliss, a deep groan leaving his lips, you can tell he's close. 

"and you're such a gentleman." you jest back, pulling him closer by his shoulders, eyes shutting in bliss. he hums, strokes getting sloppier, "i let you cum first, didn't i?" he counters. 

you huff a laugh, something in your heart twinging in affection. you kiss him so you don't say something stupid, moving your hips with his. a few strokes and he's pulling you closer to him by your back, whimpering into your mouth, “y/n, fuck.” beautiful moans fall from his cherry colored lips as he cums, and you just stare at him in awe, surprised by how hot it is as he says your name. he rides his high and then falls off of you, onto the mattress between you and the wall. 

"hey," he says after a few moments of you both catching your breaths, your hands overlapping on your stomach but not nearly holding hands. it makes you feel warm in a weird way. excited, nervous. 

"what?" you ask, turning to stare into his eyes. he smirks, "you think we woke up the downstairs neighbors?" he whispers, eyes alight with tease. 

you shove him, smothering him with a pillow while he laughs, pulling you onto him. 

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