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heeluvv · 3 days ago

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can u do face sitting with jake??

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pairing ᛝ sim jaeyun x reader

genre ᛝ smut

warnings ᛝ oral (f rec), etc.

natty’s notes ᛝ short! mdni, hate comments will be deleted.

“come on, baby, it’ll be fine… don’t worry,” jake murmurs, his voice smooth and coaxing, laced with just enough reassurance to make your hesitation waver. his fingers tighten around your waist, pulling you flush against him, the warmth of his body seeping into yours. his breath, hot and teasing, fans against your neck as his lips ghost over your skin, sending a shiver down your spine.

his hand moves lower, slow, deliberate. fingertips tracing lazy circles against your hip before dipping beneath the delicate fabric of your panties. the motion is swift, practiced—like he knows exactly what he’s doing, exactly how to unravel you.

“jakey, i just… i don’t know…” your voice comes out softer than you intend, uncertainty curling around the edges. your hands find his chest, pushing lightly, but it only makes him tighten his grip, his touch becoming firmer, more insistent.

“shh,” he whispers, pressing a lingering kiss just below your ear. “trust me, baby. i’ll take care of you.”

he moves quickly, with purpose, his hands gripping your waist as he pulls you toward him with an undeniable hunger. his back hits the mattress, dark eyes locked onto yours, filled with something raw, something possessive. his fingers tighten around your hips, guiding you forward, dragging you closer until you’re hovering just above his face. the anticipation coils in your stomach, thick and dizzying, your breath hitching as you watch him beneath you, waiting, ready.

“i’ll make you feel so good, baby…” he murmurs, his voice low, dripping with promise. before you can even process it, he tugs you down, pressing your pussy against his waiting mouth, forcing you to sit fully on his face. the sudden contact sends a jolt of pleasure straight through you, a broken moan spilling past your lips as his tongue moves against you without hesitation.

his mouth works you expertly, tongue swirling, flicking, teasing, before pressing flat and dragging slow, deliberate strokes through your slick folds. he groans against you, the vibration sending another wave of pleasure through your body as he sucks at your clit, his grip on your thighs tightening as if to keep you exactly where he wants you. every movement is greedy, desperate, like he can’t get enough, like he’s determined to make you fall apart right there above him.

he’s been waiting for this moment for so long—imagining it, craving it, picturing the way you’d feel, the way you’d sound. and for the longest time, you hesitated, always turning him down with a shy shake of your head, unsure, reluctant. usually, it was you lying on your back, legs spread for him while he knelt between them, worshiping you from below. but this—this was different. this was what he had dreamed of for far too long. and now that he finally had you where he wanted, spread open and sitting pretty on his face, he wasn’t about to let you go so easily.

your moans only grew louder as his tongue pushed inside you, warm and wet, curling deep as if he were trying to taste every inch of you. the sensation was overwhelming, making your thighs tremble as you gripped onto the headboard for balance. every flick, every eager stroke of his tongue sent pleasure rippling through your body, your hips instinctively grinding down against his mouth.

his nose pressed against your clit, adding a new kind of pressure that made your breath hitch, made your fingers tighten in his hair as you struggled to hold yourself up. “jake—!” his name tore from your lips, a broken moan, raw and desperate.

he groaned beneath you, the sound vibrating against your core, sending another rush of heat through your body. his hands squeezed your hips harder, guiding you against his face, making sure you had no choice but to take everything he was giving you.

his hands come down on your ass with a sharp smack, the sting rippling through your body and making you jolt. the sudden impact sends a shock of pleasure straight to your core, only making you clench harder around his tongue. he groans at the sensation, his grip tightening as his fingers dig into the flesh of your thighs, keeping you locked in place above him. the way you react—the way your body responds so perfectly—only fuels him, makes him more desperate, more eager to pull every last sound from you.

his mouth moves against you with newfound intensity, no longer just savoring you but devouring you, like he’s starving, like he never wants to stop. his tongue plunges deeper, curling, flicking, dragging against every sensitive spot until you’re gasping, barely able to hold yourself up. the wet sounds of his mouth working you echo through the room, filthy and unrelenting, mixing with the breathless whimpers spilling past your lips.

“jake, fuck—i’m gonna—” your voice breaks, high and needy, your entire body trembling as the pleasure builds impossibly fast.

he groans beneath you, the vibration sending another shockwave through your system. his hands grip your ass harder, spreading you open for him, urging you to fall apart right there, right on his tongue.

your thighs tremble violently against his head, the overwhelming pleasure making it nearly impossible to stay upright. every muscle in your body feels taut, your breath coming in ragged gasps as the coil in your stomach tightens, winding impossibly tight. your hands scramble for something—anything—to hold onto, fingers tangling into his hair, gripping hard as if that alone will ground you. but nothing can anchor you when he’s working you like this, his mouth relentless, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

“cum on my fucking face, baby…” jake growls against you, his voice low and wrecked with hunger, the demand sending a fresh wave of heat straight to your core.

before you can even respond, he dives back in, his tongue working you over with an aggression that leaves you breathless. he sucks harshly at your clit, his lips wrapping around the sensitive bud, alternating between flicks of his tongue and deep, messy kisses that send sparks of pleasure shooting through your limbs. every motion is calculated yet desperate, like he wants to pull every last drop from you, like he won’t be satisfied until you completely fall apart on him.

the tension inside you snaps all at once, a shattered moan ripping from your throat as your climax crashes over you. your thighs clamp around his head, your entire body shuddering as waves of pleasure consume you. jake groans beneath you, drinking in every last bit, his tongue never stopping, lapping up your release like he’s savoring the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted.

“fuuck, you taste so fucking good, baby…” jake groans against you, his voice muffled as he continues devouring every drop. his tongue moves in slow, deliberate strokes, savoring your slickness like it’s the most intoxicating thing he’s ever had. he doesn’t just lap at you—he worships you, dragging his tongue through your folds, collecting every bit of your release, letting it roll over his taste buds before swallowing with a low, satisfied moan. the sound alone sends another shiver through you, your body still trembling from the aftershocks of your orgasm.

his grip on your thighs is firm, keeping you in place as he presses open-mouthed kisses to your overstimulated core, his breath hot and heavy against your skin. every flick of his tongue feels electric, making you twitch in his hold, but he doesn’t let up—not yet.

he pulls away just enough to look up at you, his lips slick with your release, pupils blown wide with something dark, something insatiable. his fingers trace lazy circles on your thighs, grounding you before he speaks, voice dripping with temptation.

“think you can take one more, baby?” he murmurs, lips curling into a wicked smirk before diving back in, ready to ruin you all over again.

natty’s notes ᛝ ngl i hate this so much 🥲 dw i have something coming to fix this horrendous work, forgive me 🙁 hoped you all enjoyed regardless, ilysmm !!

#enha smut #enha x reader #enhypen #enhypen x reader #enha #enhypen smut #enhypen jake #jake smut #jake sim #sim jaeyun #jaeyun x reader #enhypen jaeyun #jaeyun smut #sim jake

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f1fantasys · 2 days ago

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Thought you were mine all along, guess I was wrong - Part 6

Summary - the weeks following Lando breaking the news to Y.N, and them bumping into each other in Vegas. Y/N & Lando's pov.

Warnings - angst?

What was supposed to be 3 parts turning more has me crying. Grateful for you all.

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5.

Y/N's pov -

Magui's pregnant Magui's pregnant Magui's pregnant

The words were like a mantra, playing over and over again in your head, and each time felt like a punch to the gut.

Magui's pregnant, with Lando's child. He was the father of the child. They were having a baby together.

The days that followed Land stopping by at your apartment were the worst. You had to train your brain, get used to the fact that nothing would ever be the same again. Lando wasn't yours anymore, not that he was to begin with, but it still stung.

You'd requested to work from base for some time, not yet ready to go to any races and have everything rubbed in your face. And your bosses were supportive, so you figured that was the best thing to do until....you weren't heart broken anymore?

There was just one question that was also bugging you.

Did she get pregnant while you and Lando were still fucking? You never used protection when you had sex, and Magui is pregnant, so it's obvious they didn't either. And as much as it hurt, Lando hooking up with her was something you'd eventually come around with, but the thought of him coming straight back to you after unprotected sex with her wasn't sitting right. He should have told you.

For a whole month after that, you tried to move on, tried to get over him. It was harder than you ever thought possible. You friends were there for you, but the one person who mattered most wasn't.

The nights were the worst, laying in bed with the space next you cold and untouched, your mind filled with the best memories from the last 7 months - talks about everything and nothing, tickles, giggles, kisses, touches. Each memory hurt more than the last, no matter how much you told yourself you hated him, were over him. You don't think you'd ever actually be.

It didn't help that every second picture was of a growing bump on her. Lando's hands resting on her belly, though his smile never reached his eyes. She was glowing, while he looked tired, worn down....unhappy? You could always read each other, and this wasn't the Lando you once knew. But you forced your fingers to keep scrolling, not spend an eternity analyzing each photo.

Two weeks later it was the Vegas Grand Prix. One you didn't want to miss so you agreed to be there, arriving a few days to do some exploring.

Mitch called you this evening, he was there too, asked if you were up for dinner. Why not, you thought.

And so here you were, spending the evening at a luxurious up-beat restaurant enjoying the company of a friend. He was hot in his own ways, but you couldn't help but compare everything about him to Lando, something you seemed to be doing a lot lately at any guy who even looked in your direction.

A few glasses of wine in, you both were getting frisky, hands roaming under the table, goosebumps raising on your skin. You head, and cunt wanted more, but your heart was shielded, wishing it was someone else's hands on you instead.

''Let's get out of here?'' he asked, desperately.

''Uh huh'' you were answering before you could second guess yourself, and it wasn't long until he was ushering you out the doors, the pair of you walking briskly to get back to your hotel that was down the road.

And then you saw it. The unmissable head of curls. You ducked your head low and continued walking fast, hand grabbing onto to Mitch's, holding him almost painfully tightly.

''Y/N'' his voice called yours, soft but stern.

You winced as you turned around, unable to look up at his face so instead you stared at his shoes, until he let out a chuckle, causing your eyes to finally find his.

''Still with the rebound I see'' he said, smile fading and a tight jaw settling in when he looked at Mitch's hand joined with yours.

''Fuck you'' you threw back.

''Uhh, i believe we've done lots of fucking, fancy some more?'' he said, voice stone cold.

''Land-'' Mitch started but you cut him off.

''Seriously, who even are you anymore?'' you asked, taking a step forward and pushing your hands against his chest, causing him to stumble a few steps back. You gasped when Lando's hands found yours and gave you a squeeze, making your pull back because you were about to fucking fold onto the pavement.

You weren't sure if your skin was on fire from the contact and warmth of his hands, or from the rising anger you were feeling towards him.

Time stood still for a moment, both you and Lando gawking at each other, unspoken words of every emotion targeted at each other. You took a moment to study him, his over grown hair that fell perfectly around his frame, his slight stubble that your always loved. But it was his eyes that caught you. Still green and beautiful as ever, but tired, dull, dark, sad, and full of guilt, longing.

You felt a single tear slide down your cheek, cursing yourself for breaking down in front of him like this.

He reached out, about to cup your cheek, as Mitch yanked you back, put his arm around you, and guided you to walk away, and you let him.

You slept alone that night, drowning in your sorrows.

Lando's pov -

Lando didn't know why the hell he said what he said. Why was he acting like a dick, fucking up every good thing in his life at the moment. He lost it the moment a tear slid down your cheek, screaming internally at how he'd fucked everything up even more, how you were crying because of him. Instinctively, he reached out, not sure how you'd react if he'd tried to wipe your tear away, but his breath hitched as one second he was looking at your beautiful, hurting face, and the next he was looking at your back, stepping further and further away from him. He'd opened his mouth to say your name, tell you to wait, but his words got stuck in his throat, nothing coming out. And as if jolting him out of an alternate universe, Magui suddenly stood in front of him. Anger written all over the face.

''What was that?'' she asked, very matter of factly, caressing her bump.

Lando rolled his eyes. He'd come to terms that he was going to be a father, and he loved the baby with everything in him. But a recent phone call he over heard while she was in the bathroom had him questioning...well, everything.

He let out a breath. ''What? It was nothing'' he said, trying to sound casual though he just wanted the ground to swallow him up.

''It wasn't nothing. Why are you even looking at her, let alone talking to her?'' she spat.

''Seriously, I'm not doing this right now'' he said, walking past her as she followed him back to the hotel, the same hotel as you.

They'd both went to bed silently that night, Lando's head spiraling at a 1000 miles per hour.

Suddenly, he was speaking before thinking.

''Are you happy?'' he asked, turning to look at Magui through the darkness, just about making out her face with the lights from outside.

''What do you mean. Of course I am baby'' she said, snuggling to his side and kissing a trail up his jaw.

Lando gently pushed her back and sat up, turning on the bed side lamp before turning to face her.

''No, I mean like are you happy with me. We fucked and a baby is suddenly on the way. We should be happy, together, but every fucking day feels so dreaded. I mean, don't get me wrong, it's not the baby's fault, or anyone's for that matter, but I just feel like we're forcing a relationship for the sake of it. I don't mean to be harsh but I'm really not in a good space. It's not you. It's just i wasn't ready for a whole relationship.''

With you, he wanted to say but held out.

She was about to interrupt but he held up his hand, getting up to pace the room for a few seconds, before he stopped in front of her and looked her in the eyes.

''I need to ask you something, and I'm begging you, please be honest with me'' he said softly.

Her cheeks flushed, the face ridden with guilt already telling him her answer, but asked anyway, needing to hear the words from her mouth.

''I heard you on the phone the other day... Is it..really mine?''

''No''

A/N - THOUGHTS?????

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dufferpuffer · 2 days ago

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(This isn't aimed at OP I'm just rambling) Fuck... That seems like a weird thing to say... (on brand for her) Coz from what I've seen Albus is ALREADY Dumbledore in FB. He already thinks and acts pretty much how he does in HP. The confrontations with Gellert are emotionally straining... but he's already done his growing into the person we know so well?

Maybe the later movies were going to do some flashback stuff. But that'd be strange for a series 'about how he became Dumbledore' to get the audience so used to how Albus IS... and then in one or two movies go 'and this is what he was like before :^)'

Am I crazy...? These are already movies about 'what he was like before', but because they're set after he does the majority of his character growth they'd have to go EVEN FURTHER - flashbacks in flashbacks...

Imagine setting HP in HBP and doing flashbacks to everything he did before that. All the big and small events that changed him into his 80% complete form.

Let alone making the series called 'Fantastic Beasts', an awkward length of 5 movies - and then having 4 of them only half-focus on a complex weaving plot with Dumbledore and Grindelwald. Because their first priority is focusing on Newt, Queenie, Tina, Jacob, Credence, Nagini, Theseus, Bunty and whoever else they add.

They would be better movie if they were split up. A trilogy of the 'Flight of the White Bumblebee' - and movies of 'Newt and Friends Engage with Fantastical Critters and it's Fun'.

I doubt her aim was to write Dumbledores's backstory. She says dumb shit in interviews. Unless she had so little faith in his story that she wrapped it in a different name, padded it in multiple different plot-lines and crowded him with characters that breathe better separated from him.

I dunno why... A doomed red-flag abusive romance between two desperate young megalomanics, who feel alone in the world unless they are together, both thinking they are doing big-brain good for everyone when they're both pathetically collapsing seems like exactly the sort of thing a lot of people would want to see-

Oh yeah, they're gay.

And with all her money she can't be arsed actually fighting for that to be depicted well. So she gives Newt three female love interests and drama in a weird straight relationship, taking focus away from what should be the strong beating heart of a tragic narrative of love.

“These movies are largely about how Dumbledore became Dumbledore.”

— J.K. Rowling about the Fantastic Beasts franchise. (via dumbledore-and-grindelwald)

#hp #albus dumbledore #FB #im rambling coz these movies are like 50% ideas I really like #and then 50% the worst #Im thinking 'man this probably worked better in the book' and then remembering THERE IS NO BOOK #infuriating.#if she actually gave a shit about this story she would write some fucking books.#it's what she is (was) good at. Though now she seems to only do it out of pettiness spite and transphobia #embarrassing.

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munsonsmixtapes · 2 days ago

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Can y’all please send me some rockstar!Eddie requests??

Rock star eddie, you're his drummer. One of his songs requires moans in the background. He wants it live. Wear special panties during show, boom live moans or if that's too much maybe just has you in the sound booth since he doesn't want some random chick's moans

ugh I love this idea

cw: MDNI (18+) smut (p in v) unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it) masturbation anal, slight degradation, use of the word whore

The recording booth is getting warm as you finish up your contribution to the new single. It’s unlike anything you’ve ever done before and Eddie is producing the entire thing, telling you exactly what he wants you to do and you hate that you’re finding it so hot.

He’s your bandmate and looking back, bandmates dating each other rarely ever works out. So you’ve been keeping your attraction to yourself even though everyone but Eddie knows exactly how you feel. And you don’t think he’s ignoring you but more that he’s oblivious, not seeing what’s right in front of him.

And it apparently goes both ways since you have no idea that he’s been crushing on you since you joined the band, temporarily filling in for Gareth while his broken arm heals. He’d never tell anyone this, but for very selfish reasons, he doesn’t want Gareth to get better. He wants you to stay in the band forever so he can’t get closer to you.

He wants to be able to get a glimpse of your short shorts and skirts when you sit on the stool in front of the drum kit. He wonders how you would feel if he let his hand slide up your thigh, dipping into the waistband of you panties to feel your sopping wet-

“That was really good,” Eddie tells you through the speaker with a wide smile.

“Great,” you smile back. “Am I good to go?” You jerk your thumb towards the door and Eddie shakes his head. He kind of feels like a perv for what he’s about to ask, but he doesn’t exactly want to ask this of a stranger.

“Actually,” he starts. “I have something else I want you to record if you’re up for it.”

You don’t understand what could possibly be left. You already did your vocals and the drum beats he wanted. What else could Eddie be asking for? And why is he asking it from you?

“I was wondering…” he pauses for a beat then waits for Jack, the producer who was helping him out with everything, to leave. And once he does, Eddie leans in close and it feels so intimate, like he’s right there, just inches away from you. “Since this song is supposed to be sexy, I was wondering if you’d like to record some moans for me so I can put them in the background of the track.”

Your face is now on fire. You don’t know what you thought he was going to ask you to do, but it definitely wasn’t that. You should feel disgusted but for whatever reason, you actually feel honored. You’re the one he wants to do this, no one else. And it makes you feel even more attracted to him then you already are.

“Okay,” you nod, letting what you’re about to agree to actually sink in before you say the words. “Sounds fun, I’m in.”

Eddie’s honestly shocked that you’re into it, that you’re so eager to do this for him. He really thought it was a big ask but you agreed so quickly, almost as if he asked you to buy him a coffee. (and he never even has to ask for that, you’ll just show up with his usual order with that pretty smile on your face) God, he’s getting hard just thinking about what you’re going to do and wishes that he could be the one to make you make those surely delicious sounds, but he’s going to keep his distance.

You move around the drums and stand in front of the main mic, putting your headphones back on, wondering what it’s going to sound like on the track. Eddie has always had a good ear so you’re sure that whatever he’s going to come up with will sound great.

“So how do you want this? Do want something loud or breathy or-“

“Breathy,” he replies, cutting you off. “Needy, desperate.”

“Do you mind if I-” you cut yourself off, referring to your pants. Eddie’s eyes widen at what you’re insinuating, but he’s not going to say no. He knows that it’s hard for some people to do that kind of thing on demand and he also kinda wants to see you get yourself off.

“Oh, no,” he shakes his head. “Go ahead. We’re recording.”

“Okay,” you nod as you pull your shorts down just a bit before sticking your hand down your panties, on the hunt for your pussy. Your fingers get inside you pretty easily and you begin to pump, slowly at first and Eddie’s watching every move, eating up the way you throw your head back in pleasure. It’s almost like you’re putting on a show for him and he’s eating up every second.

When you let out your first moan, Eddie’s cock twitches at the pretty sound and gets progressively harder the more you moan, deciding that it’s even better than he imagined it would be. This is going to sound so hot on the record and he’s nodding to himself at how good of a decision it was to have you be the one to do it.

“Fuck,” you whine and he’s bricked up now, wondering if it would be weird if he jacked off to you masturbating. He supposed it doesn’t matter because he’s already pulling down his sweatpants before spitting into his hands and giving it a jerk.

“Just like that,” he encourages into the speaker. “Maybe a little more whiny.”

Your hand is moving faster now, his name falling from your lips in a breathy whine and he’s so close to coming right there. In a flash, he’s on his feet, pulling his pants up as he stops the recording, making a beeline for the booth. He’s gotta join in now that he’s heard your moan his name, wanting you to moan it because of how he’s touching you.

Your eyes open when the door to the booth shuts and he charges towards you. You slowly pull your hand from your shorts then grab onto his shoulder with your free hand, motioning for him to open his mouth. He does so and your fingers slide into his mouth as his tongue swirls around it, sucking your slick from it, savoring the taste even as you pull them from his mouth with a loud pop.

“How’s it taste?” You ask and he puts on a devilish smirk, grabbing hold of your waist, your body now flush to his.

“You tell me,” he whispers as his lips find yours, his tongue licking into your mouth, letting it meet yours so you can decide for yourself. “Good?” He asks when you don’t answer, but how can you when the whole thing makes you dizzy, unable to string together a proper sentence.

“Mmm,” you moan against his lips, your arms wrapping around his neck as his hands slide into your back pocket. He’s kissing you like this is something he’s been waiting for forever and he has dreamt about something like this happening but he was convinced that it was only going to end up being just a dream.

He gives your ass a squeeze before hurrying to unbutton your shorts, pulling them down just a bit so he can get his hand down in there, his fingers finding your cunt pretty easily. His eyes darken as he pumps his fingers in and out, not even trying to warm you up, shoving his entire fingers in there. He puts on a devilish smile as he watches you come undone underneath his touch. He knows exactly what he’s doing and you know it’s from years of playing guitar that he can move his fingers in such ways.

You hold onto him as best you can but you feel your knees buckle, having a hard time staying on your feet. Eddie’s quick to pull your back to his chest , his fingers somehow sinking deeper and you’re now putty in his hands as you reach your orgasm, his name falling from your lips once again and he’s got on a cocky smirk as he helps you sink to the floor.

“All fours,” he commands and you’re quick to listen, letting him pull your shorts and panties down. He stares down at your bare ass, nodding to himself because he just knew that you had a good one with the tight shorts you always wear when performing. It was torture not being able to touch you but now that he’s here, he’s going to do so much, everything he’s ways wanted to as long as you’re okay with it.

Eddie removes his jeans and boxers and discards them into the pile of your clothing before getting down on his knees. This might be the hottest he’s ever seen you, hearing you beg for him, fuck, he thinks he’s going to come.

His shirt is off in a flash and you turn around to get a glimpse of the size of him but he quickly grabs onto your cheeks and forces you to turn back and face forward. You do as he says and stay there as you feel his presence behind you. He’s lathering something onto his cock, you can hear the noises and before you can ask as him what’s going on, he’s pounding into you as his hands rest on your waist, his fingers digging into your hips as he goes to town. You’re moaning so loud and he almost wishes that he was still recording as perverted as that sounds.

“Look at you, taking me so well,” he says as he somehow goes even harder, wishing he had a mirror so that he could see just how hot you look from the front. “I think you deserve a treat for that. That is, if you can be a good girl.”

“I-I can be,” you reply through heavy breaths. You just knew that Eddie liked it rough, but not this rough. But you’re enjoying yourself, deciding that you can do this for hours. Your arms are getting a little tired but it’s worth it to be receiving something this good.

“I bet you’re a whore too, aren’t you, sweetheart?” He’s right, you are, and you’re wondering how he’s able to read you like a book in this way. He’s making you wet beyond belief and you didn’t realize that you liked being spoken to like this until this very moment.

“Mmm,” you reply, your brain going fuzzy as you feel another orgasm approaching, your arms threatening to give out on you. Just you hit your peak, Eddie pulls out and pushes you onto your back, not even giving you a second before he’s pounding into your sopping wet cunt, no sounds being heard except the squelching and slapping as he moves quickly.

He wants to see you now, thinking that you’ve more than earned your treat because of how well you responded to him. You’re so pretty like this, submitting to him, letting him do whatever he wants to you. You’ve always been sweet and quiet, he never knew you had this side to you.

“So pretty,” he whispers as he leans down for a kiss, this one soft, completely juxtaposing the way he’s fucking you. He then pulls your hoodie off to reveal your bare tits. You weren’t even wearing a bra? Fuck, he acutally might cum this time.

And he’s feeling close this time, his vision getting hazy as he continues to pound into you. And it gets more intense as he thinks about the fact that you could potentially get caught and now he’s hurrying to finish to make sure that doesn’t, coming pretty much right after you as you’re bucking your hips against his to try your best to finish him off.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he whines as he finally gets there, the two of you staying like that until you both come down. You’re already missing the feeling of him inside you as he attempts to clean the two of you up, helping you get dress afterwards before your legs still feel like jelly.

He then helps you to your feet with a promise that he’ll make you feel even better in his apartment later. He then lets you sit in his lap as he finishes editing the song, still somehow able to get the job done even when you’re kissing his neck, grinding your ass against his cock. Yeah, he’s definitely teaching you a lesson later.

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson smut #rockstar!eddie x you #rockstar!eddie x fem!reader #rockstar!eddie x reader #rockstar!eddie smut

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loveandleases · 1 day ago

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(He's not crying, you're crying! (Cam was tasked with walking MC down the aisle/ being their best man, either way he was meant to get them to the altar, but he hasn't budged.) @mjw1995 (Thanks for the ask that is causing such scenarios :D)

He's still in the dressing room; his tie was torn... something he did himself. It might have been done in hopes of postponing the wedding if it had mattered at all.

He doesn’t register the footsteps pounding toward the door until it’s flung open, slammed shut, and locked. His head’s been in a fog all day, everything bleeding together. He barely has time to process before he turns—and you’re there. Your face flushed, your breath uneven, like you just ran a marathon.

"Did you really just run in here to rush me? I'll be done in a minute, Red. I need a bit of time alone."

He can't look at you, turning quickly. So quickly he misses the way your body trembles as you walk to him, barely able to hold yourself up when you grip onto him. Moving your arms around his waist with your head pushed against his back.

A sob escapes you, raw and uneven, breaking in a way that tightens Cam's chest. He turns - or tries to - only managing once he loosens your grip.

"What's wrong?"

You swallow hard, your voice trembling. "You're such an idiot." A shaky breath. "Such a fucking idiot."

"Wha... I'm sorry. I was just - my tie-"

You flick his forehead, glaring at him through a flurry of tears. God, you probably look like a mess right now. But you don't care. You can't care about that, not when you have to tell him.

"Hey, I said I was sorry. What's with the hitting?"

Your hand thumps his chest, wrapping in the fabric of his suit squeezing tight.

"Stupid, jackass. You stupid, stu-stupid-" Another sob racks its way out of your body as you sink to your knees. And Cam slides to the ground with you.

"Yeah, you said that. But what the hell did I do? If anything, the wedding would have been like two minutes-"

"I'm not getting married, Cam."

"What do you mean- of course you are. Did Chris do something? Do I need to go hit them?" Cam's hand pushes back a strand of hair, his thumb catching the tears that continue to fall.

For the first time today, you notice just how red his eyes are. A familiar shine, as if he too is about to cry. Had he been like that all day? Ready to cry at a moment's notice... he looks so sad. Dark circles under his eyes hint that he barely slept, if at all.

He thinks you want to marry Chris, and thinks you're mad because of some dumb tie. He's an idiot... your idiot.

Before you can catch yourself, you lean forward. A startled sound in his throat you ignore as your hand finds the back of his neck and you pull him closer. Tighter, holding onto him as if your life depends on it. And maybe it does.

It doesn't take long until he's over the shock and kissing you so desperately. Practically stealing the breath from your lungs. "Red... I-we-"

"I love you. I love you and you were going to let me marry Chris." The words tumble out of your mouth, the second he pulls back, lips swollen and eyes heavy.

That's when the tears slide down his cheeks, his eyes shut tight as he tries to wipe them away. "What?" He mutters.

"I love you."

"I thought that's what you said." Cam grins, wiping the tears from his face as he nods to himself.

“And you were just going to stand there and let me go through with it?”

"I was. I... maybe? I don’t know. I figured I’d decide once I saw you up there."

"Idiot."

He snorts, reaching to brush a knuckle against your cheek before pressing another kiss to your lips. "An idiot who's been in love with you for years. But let’s be real—you're the bigger idiot for taking this long. I mean, look at me."

Cam motions to his suit, a deep green that causes his hair to pop. Funny really, you chose the wedding colors... and somehow this color suited no one more. As if you were thinking of him the entire time.

He's about to pull you into another kiss when the sound of footsteps and Chris' voice stops him. "Where the hell did they go?"

"You don't mind if I'm the one to tell everyone the wedding is canceled right?"

"I mean, I should -"

"Can I tell Chris first? I mean I would love to let them see us all loved up and everything. But the less time you spend with them, the happier I'll be."

"I guess it's the least I can do, ya know for not falling for you sooner."

Cam presses a soft kiss to the tip of your nose, "I think just loving me is enough to make up for that."

#love and leases #loveandleases #cam #other ro's incoming~

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sheerfreesia007 · 2 days ago

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Desperate Care

Pairing: Han Jisung x Reader

Word count: 2,191

Content warnings: Soft smut, MDNI, Fluff

Summary: Jisung is exhausted after a long day of work and just needs to be taken care of. Who better to do that than you, the one person who could take care of wholly and completely.

Jagi: Sweetheart

You receive the text from Chan about an hour before Han is supposed to be home for the evening. Ji is feeling down, he’s utterly wiped from today. Sorry to send him home like that. You thank Chan for the heads up and then begin to prepare Jisung’s favorite meal for dinner. As you’re in the kitchen fully involved with cooking dinner you hear the front door open and close. You smile softly as you listen to Jisung’s soft shuffling steps as he discards his shoes in place for his slippers and then drops his work bag and hangs up his coat before placing his keys in the decorative bowl you have on the small end table near the front door.

When his arms wrap low around your waist and his body leans tiredly against yours you hum softly at him as a smile slips onto your face. You love it when he’s like this, all needy and tired. It makes him so soft and pliant and you love taking care of him. He shifts against you and whines softly as he nuzzles his face into your neck.

”It smells good Jagi.” He says softly in that deep husky tone of his that he gets when he’s exhausted. You turn your head and peck his temple gently causing him to hum sleepily at you.

”It’s your favorite and it’s almost done. Do you want to go sit and wait?” You tell him and he grunts softly before shaking his head as he continues to cling to you

”No, I wanna stay right here.” He answers and you nod your head as your smile deepens at his words.

”Alright.” You tell him as you continue to cook. When it’s done you shoo him away so that you can quickly plate the food, he’s pouting when you walk into the dining room with both plates and you chuckle softly at him as he had scooted his chair as close to yours as he possibly could get around the circular table. You coo at him as you set his plate down before him as you take a seat with your own plate. He instantly shifts closer to you and rests a hand on your thigh making you smile softly at him. He’s still pouting and you chuckle softly before leaning towards him and kissing him sweetly. “What’s the matter baby?” You ask him and he blushes slightly at your words before he whines softly.

”I’m just exhausted, Jagi. So tired, everything feels heavy.” He tells you and coo softly at him as you turn to face him fully before carding a hand through his bangs pushing them off his forehead. He sighs at your attention before you’re lifting your fork to his mouth.

”Open, let me take care of you.” You instruct him and he does without any thought in his head. His mouth falls open and your eyes follow the movement before you’re cupping one hand under his chin while feeding him your dinner. You continue like that, swapping between feeding him and feeding yourself until both of your plates are clean.

”That was delicious Jagi.” He tells you and beams at his praise as he smiles adoringly at you.

”Let me go start your bath. Wait here.” You tell him before you’re standing from your chair and walking through your apartment to the bathroom. You begin filling the bathtub with hot water and add bubble bath to it until it’s about halfway before turning it to warm and then walking out of the bathroom. Jisung is in the kitchen rinsing the dishes before setting them in the dishwasher and you frown at him before you’re pulling him away from the sink. “You’re supposed to be relaxing, baby. Go get in the tub, I’ll finish cleaning up and then I’ll come wash your hair and give you a massage. How does that sound?” You tell him as you grip his hands in yours pulling him towards the hallway leading him towards the bathroom. Jisung groans loudly at your words before he nods his head eagerly, he tugs you closer to him and kisses you sweetl on the mouth before humming against you.

”That sounds amazing.” He says softly and you smile before nudging him towards the bathroom. He moves down the hall before grinning softly at you over his shoulder. “You always take good care of me Jagi.” He says lovingly at you and you smile at him softly.

”I try Ji.” You answer before he turns back towards the bathroom and you head back to the kitchen to finish cleaning up. When you’re done with the dishes and putting away the leftovers you slowly walk down the hallway giving Ji time to relax in the hot water before you join him so that you can wash his hair and give him a massage before bed.

When you walk into the bathroom the steam from the hot water has made the room humid and you smile as you spot Jisung leaning back in the bathtub with his head tilted back against the ledge of the tub. You’re quiet as you pad through the room gathering the small stool and the shampoo and conditioner for his hair before setting it all up behind his head. You take a seat on the stool and look down at your sleepy grinning boyfriend.

”Hi Jagi.” He hums at you and grins down at him.

”Hi baby. Feeling better?” You ask him softly and he nods his head before lifting it from the tub ledge.

”So much.” He hums before pouting his lips at you for a kiss. You smile before leaning forward and kissing him lovingly. He groans loudly against your mouth as he melts even further into the warm bath water. “I missed you.” He whines softly and coos at him gently.

”I’m here baby. I’m here.” You tell him sweetly before cupping his face and kissing him deeply. He moans against you when your tongue swipes along his lower lip and he wetly opens his mouth for you before whimpering loudly as your tongue tangles with his. He shifts in the water still whining softly and you shush him gently as you hover over him on your stool. “Easy baby, easy. Let’s wash your hair before that massage then we’ll head to bed.” You suggest and he nods his head sleepily in agreement.

You get to work guiding him to dunk his head in the water to soak his hair before you squirt shampoo into your hands and begin to card your fingers through his hair lathering his hair with the shampoo. Jisung tilts his head back as a loud moan is ripped from his throat, you massage the shampoo deep into his scalp and he grunts and moans against your movements. His head is tilted back and his mouth is open as he pants and moans loudly, his slick shoulders sit above the water and your eyes trail the droplets of water that slip down his skin. You try not to pay too much attention to his body as you continue to wash his hair before telling him to dunk his hair but you can’t help but feel desire course through you as your eyes travel over his wet body when he comes back up from dipping into the water.

You finish conditioning his hair and tell him to relax back against the back of the tub as you stand from your stool. Standing behind him you glide your hands over his shoulders before digging your fingers into the muscles there and hear his answering loud moan.

”Oh Jagi. Right there.” He gasps out and you feel the knot under his skin. You begin to work your thumbs into the knot and he moans loudly once again when it finally releases.

“There we go,” you say softly before you go looking for more knots under his skin.

When you can see that he’s practically melted into the hot bath water you begin putting everything away and he hums softly at you while watching you with tired eyes and a dreamy smile on his lips.

”Thanks Jagi.” He coos at you and you smile widely at him as you hold a towel up for him. He stands from the tub before stepping onto the bathmat and you begin to dry him off gently. After he’s dry you wrap him in the towel and tell him to go get dressed for bed while you clean up and you’ll meet him there. He nods his head before pouting for another kiss, you chuckle softly before tugging him close to you by the towel as your lips find his lips in a deep kiss.

”Go on baby. Go get in bed, I'll be right there.” You tell him softly and he nods before leaving the bathroom. You quickly clean the bathroom before heading to your bedroom adn find Jisung already laid out in bed with his eyes shut and a soft smile on his lips.

You crawl into bed with him after getting changed and he’s eagerly moving to cover your body with his as his head rests on your chest. His body is warm from the bath and the bed covers that you’re both laying under. You’re slowly slipping into slumber as your body relaxes fully underneath him when suddenly you feel his hips gently grind up into you as he whines softly. You frown slightly before you feel him do it again and you realize that he’s hard and desperate for you but exhausted to the point that he can only grind into you.

”Baby.” You coo at him and he whines softly in response as his hips continue to grind into yours. “Baby, lay down on your back.” You tell him and he looks up at your with a desperate look on his face, his eyes clouded with desire for you. You cup his cheeks and try to get him to focus on you. “Baby, let me take care of you.” You coo at him and he whines prettily for you before flopping onto his back making you chuckle at his antics. You quickly remove both of your clothing and have to take a moment to admire his body as he lays there waiting for you. He’s hard and standing proud while one of his forearms is thrown over his eyes as he whines softly. Your hands slide up his thighs and he moans loudly when your fingernails rake down his thighs before you crawl up his body to hover your wet core over him.

You stare down at him and he peeks up at you from around his arm and you swiftly slip him inside of you before you fall to a seated place on top of him. Jisung whines loudly at you as his hands clamp down on your hips.

”Jagi.” He moans loudly and you’re suddenly moving with body rolls against him. Your hips are undulating against him in a slow seductive move that has him moaning as he plants his feet to thrust up into you but you stop him by placing a hand against his lower abdomen.

”Nah uh baby. Let me take care of you.” You tell him and he stops and lets his legs fall flat on the bed as you continue to move against him. It’s slow and hot and wet as your core drips onto him as you move. Your hips roll against him and Jisung whines loudly into the air as he stares up at you in awe. “C’mon baby, cum for me. Give it to me. Let me take care of you.” You command him as you slam your hips down onto him and he grabs your hips as his orgasm slams into him. You watch him underneath you as his mouth falls open in a silent cry, as your eyes take him in and you see how well you’re making him feel your orgasm crashing into you and your clenching down around him making him cry out loudly at the movement as you cum.

You’re laying against his chest as you come down from your high and his hand glides up and down your back as he helps you come back down to earth. You press a kiss to the pec over his heart and he hums delightedly at you before wrapping his arms around you and cuddling you close.

”You always take such good care of me Jagi.” He says softly and you grin up at him before kissing him softly. You then pull away from him gently before walking into the bathroom to get a washcloth to clean you both. When you walk back into the bedroom you find Jisung already passed out and snoring softly, you quickly clean him and yourself up before slipping into bed with him once more and dragging the covers up over the two of you.

”Good night baby. I’ll always be here to take care of you.” You promise him softly as you kiss his parted lips before falling into a peaceful sleep against him.

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@channiesrightasscheek

#my writing #stray kids #skz #skz x reader #han jisung x reader #han jisung #skz smut

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phantomdreamgirl · 3 days ago

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tomorrow doesn't matter tonight

king!steve x bestfriend!reader

this was inspired by @allergictosoup, so I hope you like it 😘

(18+)

After suffering a rare rejection at his party earlier that night, Steve begs you to spend the night with him. You agree, since you're just friends and this isn't the first time you've slept over. Late that night, however, you both realize your feelings go beyond just friendship.

Steve's room is partially illuminated by his bedside lamp and the small tv across the room. The digital clock on his nightstand reads 2:34 am and the only sounds are soft breathing and almost muted mutterings from the tv. You lay curled up next to him, the pleasant buzz you felt earlier that night turning into peaceful sleep. Steve, on the other hand, is wide awake. He keeps glancing at you, his body aching to touch yours.

He knows he shouldn't feel like this. You're essentially his best friend and it feels wrong to have the kind of thoughts that have plagued him all night. He debates sneaking off to the bathroom, to finally rid himself of his need for you. He ultimately decides against it, opting to stay with you instead.

He turns more of his body towards yours, as he lets his hand wander to the curvature of your ass. He hopes you're sleeping so soundly that you can't feel his touch. He moves your hair from your neck, before tracing his finger along your skin. You twitch at the feeling and he freezes, but breathes a sigh of relief when he realizes you're still asleep. He knows he's pushing his luck when he leans in close and presses his lips to your skin.

He starts to pull away, thinking how he shouldn't do this, but he inhales your perfume and his eyes flutter closed. It smells so divine and inviting, he leans in again, pressing more kisses along your neck. He loses himself in you, nuzzling his nose under your jaw.

"Steve? What're you...?" You ask, groggy, as he quickly pulls away.

"N-Nothing," he replies, obviously guilty.

You roll onto your back, looking up at him. "Did you kiss me?"

His eyes widen, his brain scrambling for a response.

"No, I-"

"Steve," you say, narrowing your eyes.

He sighs, panic still in his eyes as he admits, "Yeah, but it didn't mean anything."

You're fully awake now as you sit up, next to him.

"It didn't?" You question, feeling slightly hurt.

"No, I just was feeling really lonely, and you're next to me, so I kissed you," he clumsily explains.

"Wow, you really can't be alone, can you?" You joke, trying to mask your true feelings.

He rolls his eyes. "I'm sorry, it was stupid and I shouldn't have done it."

You think you can feel your heart shattering in real time. You've wanted to tell him how you really feel about him, but never worked up the nerve to do it. Now you finally get what you've wanted and he's apologizing.

"Yeah, it's kind of creepy that you did it while I was asleep. You could've at least woke me up first," you reply, surprising him.

"I... I didn't think you'd..." he mutters, in disbelief.

"Like you said, it doesn't have to mean anything," you say, moving closer to him.

"It doesn't," he repeats. "It'll just be for tonight."

You nod. "Just for tonight."

The words burn your throat as you say them. You hate how you can betray yourself like this.

You reach for him, your hand cradling his face. "Kiss me again."

His lips are instantly on yours, kissing you desperately. Your skin feels like it's on fire, finally being set alight by him. The intensity of his kiss has him hovering over you, pressing your back to his sheets once more. Kissing him is everything you dreamed it would be. His lips, so plush and perfect, have you whimpering between each kiss. You savor each one, knowing you'll never get to experience this again.

He's grinding himself against you as he kisses you so deeply, you have to gently push him away to catch your breath. He just redirects his attention to your neck, pressing his tongue flat against your skin before leaving more kisses. You begin to wonder if you're still asleep and this is just the most vivid dream you've ever had.

He sighs your name, his face still buried in your neck. "You're so fucking pretty."

"You shouldn't say something like that if you don't mean it," you scold, squeezing your eyes shut.

"But I do," he defends. "I've always wanted to tell you."

"Steve..."

"Look at me, angel," he softly commands, gazing at you so affectionately.

You open your eyes and he continues, "I had to tell you, it's been driving me crazy."

You're not sure what alternate reality you've slipped into, but you never want to leave.

"Who knew you could be so sweet?" You tease, before pulling him into another kiss.

"There's still a lot you don't know about me," he breathes, nipping at your bottom lip.

His lips muffle your whine as your fingers curl in his perfect hair.

"I really wanna feel more of you," he says, his voice so breathy and low.

That's all it takes before both your shirts come off. His large hands cover your chest, squeezing and massaging your breasts.

"Fuck, you're perfect," he laments, against your lips, while rolling your nipples between his fingers.

You gasp and writhe beneath him, raising your hips and feeling how hard he is through his sweatpants.

"You want more?" He asks, with a smirk.

You nod.

"Mmm, so greedy," he adds, so smug it's almost infuriating.

You're soon naked, in his bed, while he positions himself on top of you. Your body's pulsating with need as you watch him wrap his fist around his throbbing length. He pumps it a few times before opening a drawer on his nightstand and taking out a foil packet. He tears it open with his teeth then rolls the condom onto himself.

He leans over you again, his nose touching yours as he asks, "You still wanna do this?"

"Yes, I want this," you reply, brushing your thumb over his cheek.

He kisses you before glancing down to ease himself inside you. You whine at the immediate stretch, with your nails clawing at his shoulders.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he grits, pressing his forehead to yours.

"Steve, it's so- I don't know if I can..." you say, looking up at him.

"You can, angel, just spread your legs a little wider," he offers, before pressing kisses to your face.

You do as he says and he's able to push all the way in. You're each then moaning and gasping at how good it feels. His thrusts start out slow, as he's afraid he won't last very long if he fucks you the way he really wants.

"Oh, Steve..." you sigh, gazing up at him dreamily.

"Yeah? Feelin' good?" He whispers, nuzzling his nose against yours.

You nod while a smile spreads across your lips.

"Want you to always feel good, angel," he breathes before kissing you again.

You know this is just what he says during sex, that he really doesn't mean it, but you can pretend for a little while that he does.

He pulls out for a moment, to reposition you, by lifting your legs up to his chest. Your ankles dangle over his shoulders as he leans over you again, sinking back into the heat between your legs.

"Mmm, this is better, don't you think, angel?" He asks, pressing his forehead to yours again.

You gasp, as he's even deeper now, making it harder to breathe.

"God, Steve, it's so good..." you rasp, as he watches how your face contorts with every thrust.

"You're so tight and sweet," he laments, his lips brushing yours. "Just perfect for me."

You sigh before he kisses you, wishing he would stop saying all the right things to make you fall in love with him. You cling to him, your eyes watering from a combination of everything swirling around in your mind. You whine his name, clenching around him. He moans a mixture of curses and your name as he collapses on top of you, folding you in half. You wish he wasn't wearing a condom since this is probably the only time you'll get to have him and you want to feel him raw.

He kisses you, lazy and sweet, while you comb his sweaty hair out of his face.

"You're incredible," he breathes, nuzzling his nose against yours. "Thanks for staying the night with me."

You just smile dreamily at him, still fighting back tears. He kisses you briefly before sitting up and discarding the used condom in a nearby trash can. You suddenly feel so exposed, as you quickly pull the sheets up, covering yourself. Steve rejoins you and slips under the covers, wrapping his arms around you in the process.

He holds you tightly against him while a tear falls from your eye. You quickly wipe it away, before he can notice. You hate how he's being so sweet. It would hurt less if he just rolled over and went to sleep. You try to enjoy your remaining time with him before falling asleep yourself.

Harsh morning sunlight filters into the room making you turn away from the window. It's then you notice his arms are still around you. Memories of the night before flood your mind as a flush of embarrassment overtakes you. You try to slip out of his embrace but that only makes him hold you tighter. Tears sting your eyes again as you just want to get out of there.

You try to sit up again and this time he lets you. You reach for your bra and put it on followed by your shirt.

"Hey, what's going on?" Steve sleepily asks from behind you.

"Nothing, I just need to go," you reply, sharply, pulling on your panties.

"You don't have to, stay in bed with me for a little while," he says, reaching for you.

"I can't, I just... I need to go," you reiterate, starting to get out of bed but he stops you.

"Hey, talk to me. What's wrong?" He presses, gently grabbing your arm.

You take a deep breath before turning to look at him.

"I can't do this, Steve," you begin, your voice cracking slightly. "I'm not like you, I can't pretend that last night didn't mean anything."

His brow furrows, as a hurt look forms on his face.

"Angel, I'm sorry, I-"

"Don't, don't call me that," you say, shaking your head. "It only makes it worse."

"I only said it didn't mean anything because I was afraid if I told you how I really felt you'd reject me, too," he reveals, his sad eyes pleading to yours.

"It would've been the opposite," you finally smile. "I would've told you that I feel the same."

"Really?" He asks, breathless.

You nod. "I've tried to hide it for so long, but I've had a crush on you forever."

"Shit, angel, I wish you would've just told me," he says, with a laugh, pulling you back to him. "We could've spared us both the suffering."

You laugh in return. "Yeah, I just didn't think you could ever feel that way about me."

"I could really say the same," he admits, cradling your face.

"God, we're both so stupid," you smile, leaning your forehead against his.

He flashes a smile before guiding you into a kiss. You finally allow yourself to melt into it.

"Get back into bed with me," he breathily commands and you oblige, peeling off your clothes.

You want to feel his skin against yours as he holds you so close.

"I wanna spend the whole day like this," he says softly. "Does that sound good to you?"

"Yeah," you reply, gazing up at him. "It does."

#king!steve harrington #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut

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rhyrhy · 3 days ago

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Never Yours, Always Hers

“Everytime you try to forget who I am, I’ll be right there to remind you again”

⚠︎ ⋆. Warnings: substance Abuse, emotional, psychological, (no physical!) Public humiliation (r!), Grief and trauma, harassment (r!), Manipulation, Wealth & Privilege, Obsession. Just overall darker themes!

✈︎ Authors note: read part one here!

Taglist : @nerdyjeansblog @h2pinky @polarhues @love-bb @sleepingwasp @Tiffys-post @antobooh

Two funerals in the spand of this year and a half, was the last thing you’d expected. You felt like you were having déjà vu, dressed in dark colors once more. a flat expression on your face. Just like you were months ago.

“Leah was young, bright, and had so-” The woman’s voice cracked. “I apologize, she had so much life left to live..” her mother continued, sniffing as she spoke out into the room.

Flashes of that night stabbed through the speech, invading your mind. The damp grass, the sound of screaming and yelling out each others names.

She was missing in the group sitting on the plushed seats. The tension ticked the air as you three sat. Jordan’s fingers digging into his navy dress pants. Abby’s fingers laced with yours. The others either too distressed to attend or out of town. Meanwhile leah sat, cold, in a polished box, flowers rainbowed with colors. The casket was closed due to her injuries, and you were morbidly thankful. That was last thing you needed to see, anyone needed to see.

✈︎ Guilt wasnt even the word to describe the feeling you had. You’d, left that night. You’d valued your girlfriend’s word over her wellbeing, Jesus. This didn’t even feel like you. To put the cherry on top of this sour cocktail of bubbling feelings Jordan didn’t even glance at you two. You could only imagine how he was feeling. Twisting the promise ring Leah had bought him, with a blank expression. Your grip tightened on the fabric of your dress, nails digging into your palm. The weight of everything sat heavy on your chest. grief, regret, the unshaken feeling that this wasn’t how things were supposed to be. And yet, as the service continued, as the weight of Jordan’s silence pressed against your ribs, as Leah’s mother wept over a daughter gone too soon. Abby’s fingers never left yours.

They never did. Not then. Not now. Not ever. You could run, you could fight, but in the end, Abby always got what she wanted. And now, sitting beside her at Leah’s funeral, you realized… she had you again.

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Funny how loss has a way of warping time. One moment, you’re standing over a grave. Back with the woman you desperately tried to run away from. The next, you’re back where it all started. watching everything fall apart. like how at the beginning of the year, the words from the other end of the line haunted you.

“All of me.” “Us.”

✈︎ You hung up. If you stayed on the line any longer, she would’ve won. Though it didn’t stop the words echoed in your head like a broken record, refusing to let go. You hated the way your stomach twisted so easily, the way her voice still had that effect on you. She was humiliating you. publicly. The same woman who used to drape her hoodie over your legs when you sat too close to someone now had your ass plastered all over the timeline. And people were eating it up.

✈︎ Pages were reposting it. Twitter threads were dissecting it. ‘Couple goals’. ‘They were so in love’. Your phone wouldn’t stop vibrating. Group chats blowing up, friends dropping messages somewhere between concern and curiosity.

✈︎ Sighing deeply, you held the side button on your phone until the screen went black. Disconnect. That’s what you needed. You even considered deleting everything permanently, just disappearing for a while. But that wasn’t an option. You had a reputation, and you weren’t about to let an ex, if you could even call her that; drag you down. Technically, you never broke things off completely. Maybe you thought Abby would take the hint. Maybe part of you wasn’t ready to say it out loud. But now you were seeing Jess. Now, Abby had made sure the entire internet thought she still owned you. When suddenly, it felt like a dim lightbulb flickered on. Instead of running away from it, you were going to repost it. Take some sort of power back. Maybe even add your own petty caption back. This was so high school. But what choice did you have?

Then, the notification on your phone brought you back to earth. Jessica.

1:01 PM Jessica: “What the fuck is this?” [ 1: attachment]

You exhaled sharply, running a hand down your face. This wasn’t just about a picture anymore. It was about her. Abby. Making a move, knowing exactly how to get to you. And It was working.

You’d barely gotten out of your bed and managed to ruffle so many feathers. You threw your phone, With your face buried, you let out a frustrated scream. The emotion rang out into the space. lifting your head slowly from the pillow, hair fallen over your face. Chest heaving up and down. Pissed wasn't even the word. You were going to kill that prissy nepo baby the moment you saw her again.

At least that’s what you’d hoped you would do.

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Abby sat back against the fence. Racket fallen near her white shoes. phone clutched in her hand. The weight of it felt different now heavier, almost like she could feel the heat radiating from the screen. She refreshed the post. Again. And there it was. Reposted. With a caption.

Her jaw ticked. Oh, you want to play it like that? A bitter huff blew from the corner of her lips. She should’ve felt satisfied; this was exactly what she wanted, wasn’t it? To get a reaction? To remind you that she was still right there, taking up space in your head the same way you still haunted every part of hers? So you wouldn’t forget about her so easily. So why the fuck did it feel like she just lost something? The whole thing was blowing up faster than she expected. Abby just shook her head, running a hand through her hair. Long legs standing up from the warmed metal, pushing the thoughts away for now. Pushing any guilt away.

✈︎ it had been days, and Abby was still staring at her phone. Waiting for something new, but it never came. You’d shot back and carried on, was this it? She wanted— no, needed you to be upset. Yell, scream, anything she just needed you to talk to her. she knew she’d dug herself a hole, and didn’t plan on putting the shovel down anytime soon. Jessica on the other hand had been keeping you at arms length. She was fully aware of who your ex was, having experienced her tendencies herself. She just wasn’t convinced you were, and that scared her.

✈︎ Jessica had been distant. Not in an obvious, doors-slamming, screaming-match kind of way. The way her replies took longer, the way she barely reached for you first anymore, the way her touch felt obligatory instead of instinctual. At first, you told yourself it was nothing. A rough patch. A busy week. But then there were the pointed comments, the way she started watching you instead of just looking at you.

“I just don’t want to be someone’s second choice,” she’d said one night, half-drunk and sprawled across her couch. It wasn’t an accusation, not yet, but it was close.

“You’re not,” you replied, too quickly, almost too defensively.

She only hummed, unconvinced, taking another sip of her drink. The conversation ended there, but the tension didn’t. It wasn’t just about the picture anymore. It was about her. Abby. She had her hooks in you, whether you liked it or not.

But that denial wasn’t stronger than the pull you felt.

✈︎ You wanted to kill her, abby. at that moment, but every time Jessica kissed you, it was almost flat. Bare. Nothing. How could one woman taint you so much? How could she dig herself so deep under your skin that you were still trying to claw her out? Maybe this was why her first girlfriend left. Maybe she saw this coming before you did. You could’ve just ended things with Jessica, sure. But you knew the second she left, you’d turn right back to the blonde you so desperately wanted out of your head.

✈︎ Abby, who had humiliated you publicly. Who had always been too much—too possessive, too controlling, too obsessive. You should hate her. Feel disgusted. Feel outraged. But you didn’t. Not really. Because even now, as Jessica’s lips pressed to yours. her hands steady, her touch careful—you felt nothing. No heat, no rush, no pull deep in your gut. It was flat. Like going through the motions of something you were supposed to want. And you hated that. Hated that Abby had ruined this for you. Because she had. She had tainted everything. Branded herself so deep into your skin that no one else felt right. No one else felt like home. And that should piss you off. It should be enough to make you hate her. Despise her.

✈︎ But you didn’t. Because the truth was, you liked the way she wanted you. It was twisted and possessive and downright unhealthy, but at least it was real. Abby never faked a thing in her life. When she wanted something, she took it. Claimed it. And you’d spent so long under the weight of her obsession that anything less than that just felt… hollow. Maybe that’s why you were still here with Jessica. Not because you wanted her, but because she wasn’t Abby. And if she left, you knew exactly where you’d go.

✈︎ Maybe you were starting to adjust to life with Jessica. She had her small icks, of course. You hated that she was a stone top. it was predictable every time her hands trailed to your inner thighs. She wasn’t big on PDA, always using the excuse that her hands were too warm to hold yours. And the smell of cigarettes that clung to her clothes? Ugh.

But all cons lists have their countering pros.

✈︎ Unlike Abby, revealing outfits weren’t a problem for her. A low wolf whistle was a familiar sound whenever you showed her your outfits. Her hand always found yours, spinning you slowly as her eyes scanned over you. A small smile would tug at your lips when she approved. Jessica never checked your phone or asked for passwords. She said she trusted you and didn’t need to.She didn’t even care when other girls eyed you. just continued the night as if they weren’t there, letting them stare. It felt like freedom, to not just be her girlfriend but yourself.

✈︎ Though a small part of you wondered if her lack of jealousy came with a lack of care.

✈︎ Abby paid attention to everything, and I mean everything. The time a waitress on a date night glanced at you a little too long. The smallest change in your hair. A compliment always followed. Yes, she kept you covered, but maybe you preferred that. You hated even thinking it, but Jess didn’t care enough. And Abby? She cared too much. You felt awful for holding all this emotional turmoil inside, never expressing any of it to Jessica. You gave her a small insight when the post went viral, but the discussion wasn’t long. It was definitely awkward, and by the end of it, you weren’t even sure if she believed you.

✈︎ You had nothing to do with it. You had no idea if Abby even still had pictures of you two together. Most exes delete them in a heavily emotional rampage. get rid of the memories, the gifts, especially the pictures. But Abby wasn’t like every other ex. She kept everything. Why would she throw them away? You never actually said break up. You said break. that you needed space. But now, some bitch had you plastered all over social media. And the pictures of her hands and skin on yours made Abby run hot.

✈︎ The picture. That picture. The one Abby had no right to still have, let alone post. It was everywhere. Reposted. Retweeted. Meme’d, And Abby? She wasn’t hiding. If anything, she was enjoying it from your perspective. Letting people talk. Letting people assume. Letting the world know you still belonged to her. Headlines, gossip threads, Instagram stories dissecting every piece of your past with Abby. And Jessica, poor fucking Jessica. was caught in the fallout. First she was pulling away. Then she stopped replying.

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Monday, February 10th

2:00 PM – You: “Hi, are you still coming? I’m already dressed.”[2 images]

2:37 PM – Jessica: “Hey, something came up. I’ll text you later.”

Wednesday, February 24th

8:14 AM – You: “Hey, I was calling to check on you. Can you call me back when you get a sec?” [Read 8:20 AM]

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Now, she stopped showing up.

You sat with your chin resting on your arm, staring out the living room window. You wondered if this was how Abby felt. it was what it felt like to be ditched. ignored, full-blown cold turkey. And you knew this wasn’t out of the blue. Partly this was a long time coming. Maybe Jessica was done dealing with you. Maybe she could tell you were faking those orgasms. But didn’t she still owe you some kind of explanation? Even if you already knew what it was about in the first place? Technically, you were still together…unless you weren’t.

she was gone as quickly as she came.

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Meanwhile…Monday, 3:42 PM

Jessica sat in the stiff, too-bright office of the academic integrity board, her fingers tapping anxiously against her knee. She wasn’t supposed to be here. This was a mistake. Across the table, a professor cleared his throat, sliding a printed document toward her.

“This is your paper for Dr. Reynolds’ midterm, correct?”

Jessica nodded, swallowing hard. “Yeah?”

He flipped to another page. “And you’re aware that this exact same paper was submitted two weeks earlier under a different student’s name?”

Her stomach dropped. “What? No, that’s not possible.”

The woman sitting beside him; Dean Halstead, head of student affairs. adjusted her glasses. “Jessica, we conducted a plagiarism review, and the evidence is compelling. Not only does this submission predate yours, but the formatting and citations are identical.”

“That’s— that’s bullshit,” she snapped, heart pounding. “I wrote that paper myself. I don’t know what kind of mistake—”

“There’s more.”The professor slid another paper forward. An email printout.

Anonymous tip: Jessica Davis has been paying for essays. Check her last submission. it was plagiarized.

Her head spun. “This—this isn’t real. I don’t cheat.”

Dean Halstead’s lips pressed into a thin line. “Do you have proof of that?”

Jessica blinked. “What?”

“If you didn’t plagiarize, can you provide drafts? Notes? Any record of you writing this paper?”

She opened her mouth—then closed it.

Her laptop had crashed two days after submitting the assignment. Everything was wiped. And she hadn’t saved the document anywhere else. The silence stretched.

“I didn’t cheat,” she whispered, but it sounded weaker now.

The professor sighed, rubbing his temples. “Jessica, under the university’s academic integrity policy, plagiarism—intentional or not—is grounds for immediate expulsion.”

Expulsion.

Dean Halstead folded her hands. “You have 48 hours to vacate campus. Your academic record will reflect the violation, and you will not be eligible for re-admittance.” Just like that.Jessica stood too fast, her chair scraping against the wooden floor.

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✈︎ You found out later she was Expelled. Just like that. Rumors swirled, was it cheating? plagiarism? Yep, some bullshit about ‘breaking school policy’. You texted, called, and even emailed Jessica, but nothing. You’d heard from mutual friends that she was beyond in distress. Cheating on midterms would guarantee being put to the curbside. This didn’t feel right; Jessica was somewhat invested in her future. She wasn’t reckless enough to throw it all away. How do you go from passing to not even being allowed on campus?

✈︎ It didn’t sit right. And then that nagging feeling, that small voice in the back of your head, whispered something you didn’t want to hear. Because Abby was quiet. Too quiet. And the last time she was this quiet, someone disappeared, too. Dina, Dina had been pulled away just as quick. No time to think or justify. Just gone. L you felt like you knew the truth, as much as you ignored it. But did you? Did you actually know that Abby had pulled enough strings to get Jessica Framed? No…but the question hung.

✈︎ Staying friends with your ex’s friends usually wasn’t the brightest idea, but Nora respected your boundaries. Even if she was a bit more blunt than necessary, she was a good listener and sometimes gave advice that, at the very least, felt worth considering. She was always your go-to when you needed someone. Hell, she was even on your emergency contacts.

✈︎ So naturally, when that nagging voice in your head wouldn’t shut up about the Jessica situation, she was the first person you called. But today, the conversation felt like it was running in circles. Usually, Nora had no problem humoring your thoughts and theories, no matter how far-fetched they seemed. Today, though, she almost sounded irritated.

“I’m serious, Nor. Something is… off. This whole Jessica thing.” You sighed, painting your nails, the soft murmur of the TV playing in the background of your bedroom. The white polish coated each nail with a smooth gloss.

“Girl, she hasn’t texted you back in weeks. Who gives a shit?” Nora groaned on the other end of the line.

“I do,” you shot back. “Nora, she’s still my…” You hesitated. “Girlfriend, I think?” You exhaled, frustrated.

“See? You don’t even have a label with the girl.”

“She was one of those ‘we don’t need labels, blah blah’ types. Plus, I wasn’t sure if I was ready for something serious anyway,” you explained, sticking your toes under the LED blue light. “—That’s not the point,” you said. “What I’m saying is, I know Jess. Cheating on midterms is a one-way ticket out—everyone knows that., I just don’t get it,” you muttered.

“Yeah. And she took it. It is what it is” Nora finalized. Moving to a different topic of conversation.

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✈︎ You didn’t even bother talking to your mother about Jessica, or the breakup, if you could even call it that. All they saw was the golden girl of your past. Little Miss Perfect, who drove you up a wall. The first time they met Jess, it was less than pleasant. Small comments, poking questions about her family, her plans for the future. And you couldn’t even complain. They were comparing her to a girl who had it all from the outside. No one saw the other side. the side that drove you away.

✈︎ You hated arguments with them, so, reluctantly, you stayed quiet. You couldn’t engage in that conversation without emotions taking over. You felt like you were standing on one leg constantly. Always off balance. One push and you’d crumble. So you pushed through the semester. Changed your hair to a lighter color. A symbol of starting over, in a way. Yet your grip on stability was slipping.

Then, on the first of March, hope washed over you when flowers arrived at your door. They weren’t the white roses you were used to, but they were still beautiful. The fresh green stems contrasted against the soft petals blooming at the tops. You quickly brought the bouquet to a vase in your room. then noticed a small white note tucked inside.

Excitedly, you flipped it open. Jess had sent these, right? Maybe she felt bad for ghosting you. But as your eyes scanned the black lettering against the paper, your heart sank.

Oh, This was a breakup letter.

Jessica. Your Jessica. Jessica Marie Baldwin had sent you flowers to fucking break up with you. Your fingers loosened. With a small flex, The grip on the glass vase was gone. Clear shards sprayed across the floor of your room. Cold water seeped through your fluffy house slippers. You barely noticed, still gripping the paper in your hand. Your mind went blank.

✈︎ Your hands moved without a second thought, scrolling through the call log on your phone to dial the most recent number. The shoulder you cried on when needed, the ear who listened to all your tangents. As soon as she picked up, the tears broke out. Just the simple “Are you okay?” seemed to crumble any defenses you still had up. You began to ramble, explaining everything.

“Is she serious? A letter?! A damn letter, Nora. She couldn’t even have the decency to face me,” you sniffed, pacing around your bedroom. The cold screen pressed against your ear, a tissue in your other hand.

“Oh, and then I checked her socials. She took everything down and blocked me! Like she doesn’t even care what I think. She’s such a bitch, and—”

✈︎ You continued to rant to your friend. Sure, you weren’t head over heels per se, but you’d let her.—Jess, in to an extent. Gave her your time, mind, body. And all of it had been reduced to a letter. Months of time spent, all shortened to one hundred and thirty-six words. Half-hearted and lacking any real accountability.

“Yeah, that’s really messed up,” Nora agreed, but there was something off about her voice. quick, a little too dismissive. “You deserve way better than that, and you know it.”

“I know, Nor. I know. But I was starting to really like her, okay? Like, maybe it was working—” You paused…There was another voice. Faint, but there. Muffled, like someone else was in the room with her. Your stomach twisted, did she have people over? Or maybe had the tv in the background.

“Are… are you talking to someone? I thought I heard something.”

Nora didn’t reply immediately. The silence stretched. Too long for comfort. Then, she cleared her throat. “No, it’s just the TV. Keep talking, I’m listening.”

But now you weren’t. That weird gut feeling settled in, thick and uncomfortable. Your fingers tensed around the phone, an instinct you couldn’t ignore telling you to just hang up. Maybe you were just paranoid, but the longer the quiet stretched, the more your face distanced from the phone, your thumb hovering over the red ‘end call’ button. And then, just before you could pull away completely. A voice in the background. Low. Extremely Familiar.

“She’s still going?”

Your breath caught in your throat. Nora wasn’t alone. And you knew exactly who was with her. What the actual hell. you’d been balling your eyes out for the past thirty minutes, talking to the one person you trusted. And you were on speaker phone, spilling your guts out with Abby listening. Nora didn’t answer right away but her hesitation was all you needed.

Your stomach churned, the weight of betrayal settling deep in your chest. “Nora,” you said again, slower this time, voice laced with disbelief.

Another hushed sound. movement, maybe—before she finally spoke. “Look, it’s not—” Nora began then stopped herself.

“Oh my god,” you exhaled, gripping the bridge of your nose. “Are you fucking serious?”

More shuffling. A muffled sigh. And then—Abby’s voice, clear as day. “You’re being dramatic.” Your entire body went rigid. The cold screen pressed against your ear suddenly felt unbearable, your grip tightening around the phone. For the past thirty minutes, you had been pouring your heart out. spilling every last l thought, while she sat there, listening. Your throat burned.

“You put me on speakerphone?” Your voice wavered, heat creeping into it. “After everything?”

Nora tried again, “It’s not like that”

“You’re kidding me,” you cut her off, anger surging now. “No—fuck you, Nora.” You didn’t even let her respond before your thumb slammed against the red ‘end call’ button, the silence that followed so deafening it made your head spin. The minute your phone hit your dresser, you took a deep breath and realized March was off to a god awful start.

✈︎ You didn’t even let her respond before your thumb slammed against the red ‘end call’ button, the silence that followed so deafening it made your head spin. The minute your phone hit your dresser, you took a deep breath and realised March was off to a godawful start. Nora didn’t even have time to explain herself, the sound of the line dropping on your end. She sighed deeply. Resting her head back on the couch. Being put in the middle of her friends drama wasn’t easy for her earlier. Abby poking to figure out how you are and you leaning on her. So yes, unfortunately, every now and again she’s dropped small things. It seemed harmless at first. ‘She’s fine’ to a picture of your new hair colour to being convinced that maybe if she let her hear your voice, it would ease her some. How was she supposed to know you’d be bawling your eyes out, crying over your rebound?

✈︎ Abby, on the other hand, sat still, gripping the drink in her hand a little too tightly. The guilt should have hit her harder. Maybe it was there, beneath the surface, but all she could focus on was the sound of your voice. The way it cracked mid-sentence. The sharp gasps between words. The way you still sounded like hers even though you weren’t. She hadn’t expected to hear you like this. Not like this. Not for her. Jess. Of all people, Jess. That’s what had your voice breaking? That’s what had you sobbing into Nora’s ear. Did you even cry over her like that?

✈︎ Her jaw clenched, and she downed the rest of her drink, letting the burn fuel her frustration. Maybe she had no right to feel this way, but when had that ever stopped her before? Because as much as it made her chest tight, as much as it made her fingers twitch with something ugly. At least now she knew. You were still just as bad at letting go as she was.

✈︎ That was the first time she’d heard your voice in what felt like forever. And it should have been enough, should have at least been something…but all it did was make the craving worse. By the middle of May, it wasn’t just missing you anymore. It was the fucking need to be near you. To hear you, see you, remind you. You were hers. Maybe not in title, maybe not in the way that counted, but in the way that mattered. The way that had you crying over Jess like she was anything but a placeholder. Had you really convinced yourself that could work? That you could let someone else hold you, touch you, love you, and it wouldn’t kill Abby?

✈︎ The months of no contact had been unbearable. It had started as self-control, as some forced attempt at respecting your space. But that only lasted so long. In March, she was checking your socials even though she swore she wouldn’t. By April, she was driving past places she knew you’d be, lingering just long enough to catch a glimpse. By May, she was watching from a distance, skimming through the updates Nora reluctantly fed her, knowing just how little it would take for her to snap.

✈︎ And then there was Jess. She never liked the girl, not before, not during, and sure as hell not after. But Abby hadn’t planned on doing anything about it. She really hadn’t. Not until she started digging, until she found out just how easy it was to get a student kicked out on an academic violation. A quiet meeting with the right people. A few forwarded emails. Some conveniently “anonymous” tips about stolen coursework and recycled essays. Abby didn’t have to fabricate much, just bend the truth enough to make it work. And just like that, Jess was gone. Now you were alone again.

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✈︎ Fucked up or not, that’s where you needed to be. How else would she get you back at her side? This was the only sound way in her mind. She knew you. Knew how your mind worked, how your walls crumbled when you felt alone. Jess had been a barrier. a flimsy one, but a barrier nonetheless. And now, with her gone, there was nothing standing between you and the inevitable. But you weren’t making it easy. You weren’t running to her. You were ignoring her. Avoiding places she knew you’d be. Not answering texts. It was driving her insane.

✈︎ So when the opportunity came, she took it. Maybe it was fate, maybe it was sheer luck—either way, it landed you both in the same place, at the same time, alone. Maybe you had nowhere else to go. Maybe you had just gotten tired of avoiding the unavoidable. Either way, when she found you, you were right there. And Abby wasn’t going to waste it.

✈︎ The day was supposed to be a distraction. A moment to breathe, to reset. Your mother had suggested shopping. Insisting that fresh air, a few new things, and some time together would do you good. You weren’t convinced, but you went along with it anyway. The stores were bright, bustling with early summer sales. The scent of perfume lingered in the air, mingling with fresh leather and the crinkling of shopping bags. A deep sigh fell from your lips as you turned in the dressing room mirror. The dress was pretty, flattering even. But you didn’t feel satisfied. You hadn’t in months.

✈︎ Your mother picked through racks of clothes, occasionally holding something up with a questioning glance. You humored her—nodding at some, cringing at others with hideous patterns you wouldn’t be caught dead wearing. Then, somewhere between aisles and casual conversation, she brought her up.

“You know, relationships don’t always work out, sweetheart,” she said, folding a blouse over her arm. “And that’s okay. You learn, you grow… and eventually, you find the right person.” You swallowed hard, pretending to be interested in something on the opposite rack.

“She never really fit with you,” your mother added after a moment. “Not like—” She hesitated. “Not like before.”

Your fingers tensed around the jewelry stand. Not like before. You knew exactly who she meant. Why was everyone so obsessed with the idea of you being happy with her? That grip. the one keeping you away, keeping you angry, was loosening with each mention.

“I don’t want to talk about this,” you said, forcing a small smile as you grabbed something—anything—to change the subject. Your mother exhaled softly but didn’t push. By the time you both stepped out of the store, the sun had dipped lower, casting a golden glow over the parking lot. You felt… lighter. Like, for the first time in days, you could breathe without feeling the weight of everything pressing down on you.

✈︎ Then, suddenly, that relief was gone. The corners of your mouth fell when you saw her. Blonde-ish hair, free from its usual neat, pulled-back state. Bumping broad shoulders with a man you knew all too well. A few feet away, standing beside Jerry, Abby was right there. Your stomach dropped. She looked good. Too good. Broad shoulders squared, arms crossed loosely, wearing that damn tank top she always used to work out in. like she hadn’t spent the last few months unraveling you from a distance.

✈︎ The blue sky seemed to tint red with panic. Your chest tightened. Your breathing became shallow. You needed a paper bag, something, because suddenly, you forgot how to breathe. Your smile vanished. Without thinking, you turned sharply, grabbing your mother’s arm in an attempt to pull her away. But it was too late. She had already seen them. Oh god. You felt like you’d combust if you had to hold a real conversation with her—let alone her father.

“Oh! Jerry?” Your mother’s voice lifted with surprise. “Is that you?”You went stiff. Like rigor mortis had set into your still-alive body. Refusing to turn back around.

Flashes of the last few months invaded your mind. the weight of Abby’s stare pressing against your back, the feeling of knowing she was watching, even when you hadn’t looked. She saw you. You didn’t need to turn around to know.

“Well, this is a small world,” your mother continued, oblivious to the tension locking your body in place. “It’s been ages. How have you both been?”

There was a pause then he spoke up. “We’ve been good,” Jerry answered smoothly. “Keeping busy.”

✈︎ The warm weight of your mother’s hand settled on your shoulder, gently turning you around. All you saw were shoes. Polished. Expensive. White shoelaces. The conversation continued, but you weren’t present. Your mother nudged you lightly, expecting you to say something.You didn’t. Instead, you stared at the pavement, heart hammering against your ribs, praying for this moment to end. And Abby, just stared at you. Taking you in. Her eyes flickered over your slightly changed appearance. like she was trying to memorize every part of you all over again. She hadn’t spoken yet. Neither had you. Not a single word. But she didn’t have to. You could feel her, standing just close enough that the air between you felt thin. Like there wasn’t enough for the both of you.

Your mother, oblivious, turned toward you with a light laugh. “Oh, honey, you used to spend so much time at their place. It’s been ages, hasn’t it?”

Don’t do this. Please don’t do this. You repeated in your head.

“And Abby—” she smiled warmly at her, completely missing the way you stiffened. “You girls must be so busy these days, I haven’t seen you two together in forever.”

“Yeah,” Abby’s voice cut through the air, lower than you remembered. “Feels like forever.”

✈︎ That broke something in you. That hint of sadness contrasted the malice of her actions. some you knew of, the rest she banked on you never knowing. Your hands clenched at your sides, jaw tightening as you forced yourself to lift your gaze. And there she was. Standing there like she hadn’t wrecked you. Like she hadn’t spent the last few months pushing, pulling, destroying you piece by piece. But there was something else in her eyes, something raw. Something almost… afraid. Your throat felt tight. You wanted to say something. Wanted to scream, or cry, or demand to know why she was even here, standing in front of you like this.

Why was this relationship so hard to let go of?

Your mother, always oblivious to the tension building between the two of you, started talking to Jerry, pulling him toward the entrance of the store. Her voice faded into the background as they moved farther away, leaving you and Abby standing there, the weight of everything between you. For a long moment, neither of you spoke. The silence felt like it was choking you.

✈︎ Every time you tried to forget about her, move on to something healthier, new, it seemed to fall apart. New friends, relationships, even simple bonds. The universe was closing doors, and leaving hers open. This was suffocating, and Abby knew it. She had you right where she wanted you. Exhausted, worn down. Weeks of her poking, prodding, and waiting. Now, here you were, standing in front of her. Jessica had broken up with you. The flowers she sent, the empty apology, had left a sour taste. She wasn’t the one, but it didn’t stop you from feeling the sting. And now? You were standing here with Abby, who knew exactly how to push you to the edge and keep you there. You wanted to be angry. You wanted to scream, to slap her away from you, but you didn’t have the strength. She knew it. She was watching you, waiting for the breaking point. Her words, like always, like she hadn’t just put you through hell, greeted the air like a whisper, but they were so much louder than anything else. Everything else.

And then, Abby’s composure finally cracked. Her voice came out strained, almost a whisper. “Please… I need you to understand, I..” she began.

You stood frozen, cold to the touch. not sure what to do with the raw desperation in her tone. Abby ran a hand through her hair, her usual confidence slipping away as she tried to make eye contact with you. Her expression softened, and you could see how much she was holding back.

“I know,” she continued, her voice breaking slightly, “I messed up. And I’ve been trying to give you space, but it feels like every time I take a step back, I’m just losing you. And it’s killing me.”

You blinked, the words catching you off guard. Abby, the one who always seemed so certain, so controlled. was this really her? You saw something in her eyes you hadn’t noticed before: fear. Fear of losing you.

“Abby…” you started, but your voice faltered. She took a shaky step toward you, her hands trembling slightly.

“Please, just… please, I know I’ve hurt you. I know I don’t have the right to ask for anything from you right now, but I need you to know I’m not giving up. Not on you. Not on us. I don’t know how to fix everything, but I need you to at least let me try.” Her eyes were wide, searching yours for any sign that you were hearing her, that you were even still there with her. It felt like she was pleading, not just with words, but with everything she had left. You could feel the tension in your chest, the anger, the hurt. but her vulnerability… it made you hesitate. feeling the familiar weight settle in your chest. You had told yourself, over and over, that you were done. That Abby was in the past, that this cycle of push and pull had to end. And yet, here you were, standing in front of her, listening to her say all the right things in the exact way she knew would make you hesitate. her shoulders tense, her hands twitching at her sides like she wanted to reach for you but was too scared to. Abby Anderson, scared?

“I don’t know how to fix everything,” she had said. But she was going to try. You knew she would. She always did. The same exhaustion that had been weighing on you for weeks settled deeper into your bones. Maybe you could fight this. Maybe you could run. Maybe you could push her away again. But right now, standing here with her, you were just so tired. Right now, She wasn’t the one who had pushed you away and then dragged you back into her orbit. No, this was the Abby who needed you. The Abby who had been broken and lost, and somehow, you felt yourself faltering. That small sliver of stability you had been gripping onto felt as fragile as that clear vase. the one you shattered in a moment of heartbreak, the shards still wedged in the cracks of your flooring. No matter how many times you tried to sweep them away, they remained, catching the light, reminding you they were still there. Just like Abby. Just like the way she had made a home in your heart, no matter how many times you tried to evict her.

And for the first time in months,

you didn’t have the strength to pull away. Restarting that cycle.

Update: I’ve thought about it…give me a few, part 3 will be coming.

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mistressofthemanor · 2 days ago

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Her joke didn't go by unnoticed by Lucius but he certainly was not willing to give it back to her, whatever the reason may be. Narcissa wanted desperately to continue with this conversation and she was trying, perhaps a little too hard to make it work but she was lacking the normal ease that she felt when speaking with him. He was holding back for whatever reason and it made her want to do the same. "If they had arrested us...I don't even want to think of that," she let out a soft sigh, taking another sip of her tea. She would have probably been defensive of their situation but quite possibly it would have become a yelling match of Spanish versus French. "Yes, you did keep everything under control...thank goodness for that." Her eyes avoided his, almost on the verge of saying something. She was tempted to ask what was going on but was afraid he would be confused and she would then realize that she overreacted and overthought the situation, which would be a whole lot harder to try and explain away. She picked up a sandwich from the tray and began eating it as she found herself realizing just how tired she was and given the current situation, she was more than eager to fall asleep for the evening as soon as possible.

Bones of Contention

#masterofthemanor #bones of contention

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sirenontheloose · 2 days ago

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Need some fluff with Sophia. Like maybe y/n and her are baking or cooking together just having a nice quiet moment in their apartment. Maybe it can get a lil suggestive too who knows I’ll let you take the wheel :)

a/n - This took a while, but I WAS SO EXCITED! My first request, HELLO? Here you go, and thanks for requesting, anon! This is far from nice and quiet moment but-

The Sweetest Mess

Between you and Sophia, both of you know she's the better cook and baker. But just like many others, TikTok got into your head, making you believe it was finally your time to shine and showcase your hidden talent. Hence, what led to a messy kitchen, a face smeared with flour, and enough evidence to prove that your surprise plan had officially failed. And the timing couldn't have been worse when Sophia walked into the house right as the mixer went crazy. Truth be told, she was indeed surprised.

"Y/N? ARE YOU OKAY?" Sophia screamed while rushing into the kitchen, only to find her beloved girlfriend fighting for her life, desperately trying to yank the mixer's plug out. Thankfully, she won the battle.

Y/N knew she was doomed. The plan was to surprise Sophia with a simple Oreo cake recipe she had saved from TikTok, not to nearly burn their kitchen down.

"This is not what it looks like," Y/N said quickly, trying to save herself from the dark-haired beauty, who was anything but pleased to see her kitchen looking less like a kitchen and more like a crime scene.

Letting out a sigh, Sophia stepped closer. "Explain."

"I know how much you love Oreos, the cookies, so I tried making an Oreo cake based on a TikTok recipe. Everything was fine, but then the mixer went crazy, and suddenly the kitchen ended up like this." Y/N explained quickly, her voice wavering. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears. She knew Sophia had a long day, and the least she could've done was prepare a cake for her, not make her day worse.

Sophia softened. The surprise may have failed, but knowing how disappointed the love of her life was, she pulled Y/N into a warm embrace, whispering, "Thank you," hoping it would make her feel better. Then, cupping Y/N’s flour-covered face in her hands, she smiled.

"Alright, you’re done mixing the ingredients, right? What should we do next?" she asked gently.

Y/N blinked up at her in surprise before a bright grin stretched across her lips.

"Next is..." She paused mid-sentence, glancing around at the mess. Reality hit her like a brick. The dough was everywhere. There was no next step, not unless they wanted to bake with ingredients scraped off the counter.

Sophia noticed immediately. After living together for over two years, she could read Y/N’s expressions like an open book. And right now, she looked like a kicked puppy.

Chuckling, Sophia gently wiped some flour off Y/N’s face and said, "Tell you what, let’s start from the beginning. You can teach me how to bake an Oreo cake."

Y/N’s eyes lit up, and before Sophia could react, she was pulled into the tightest hug she had ever received.

Safe to say, Y/N gladly accepted the invitation.

An hour later, after an exhausting kitchen cleanup and a well-earned shower, Y/N finally rushed back to the kitchen just as the oven let out a sharp Ting! signaling the cake was ready.

Sophia was already at the counter, slicing into the dessert. She took a bite, eyes lighting up with genuine surprise.

“This is good,” she praised, licking a stray crumb off her thumb.

“I told you it’d be tasty,” Y/N said, voice slightly muffled as she stuffed a bite into her mouth, completely unaware of the crumbs decorating her lips.

Sophia noticed. And in one smooth motion, she reached over, swiping a thumb across Y/N’s lips before slipping it into her mouth, licking the crumbs off with a smirk.

Safe to say, Y/N went speechless.

Sophia was always the cook in their relationship, and Y/N had always been the tease. But this? This was new.

Sophia leaned in slightly, her gaze lingering. “This is good too,” she murmured, her smirk widening.

Y/N swallowed, and it wasn’t because of the cake.

#katseye x reader #katseye imagines #sophia laforteza x reader #katseye #sophia laforteza #sirenontheloose #request

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shawtylex09 · 20 hours ago

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Hi it's me again :3 Is it okay to request some more bunny izuku? I literally see everyone writing about him it's so addictive. Maybe some head cannons of him, how he acts and stuff or even how he gets during heat can be nsfw. You can come up with any scenario. Whatever you prefer mwahh<3

-🐇

You ask and I will de-LIVER.

Keep requesting bc your asks are the best I stg.

Anyways. Obv smut below, all characters 18+, minors DNI.

More Bunny!Izu x Fem!Pro hero!reader

Masterlist

Here’s your banger, I didn’t forget dw

Enjoy ✧˖°.

🌸❤️‍🔥

Head cannons;

B!Izuku I feel like, would be the sweet type of brat, like, don’t get me wrong, he’s a sweetheart; but he’s also a brat in the most ANNOYING ways.

B!Izuku definitely steals and hides your things. He does and I think that’s a universally accepted thing. Anything that’s yours is his, and you accepted this a while after you brought him into your home, even making a little game out of trying to find and get your things back.

B!Izuku loves when you cook for him, and even started to eat bits of pork thanks to the way you make it, making katsudon his favorite meal after trying the pork cutlets you put on the plate, he was surprised at how much he liked it.

B!Izuku is SPOILED and I will never stop saying it, you buy hin whatever he wants. He has his own room, his own phone, video games and consoles, posters, mangas, art supplies- fuck- you even bought him a hand signed All Might figure in mint condition (that costed a pretty penny fr fr.)

B!Izuku will pout at you, and he does that shiet all the time. If you won’t let him on your bed with you? He’s pouting, if you scold him for taking your keys and making you late for work? Pouting little bunny boy.

B!Izuku basically never even sleeps in his own room, always sleeping in bed with you, mumbling sleepily about how much he loves you and is thankful for everything you do for him.

B!Izuku gets really bad heats- like..bad. He’s in heat for no less than a week, and his body will tremble all over, his breaths heavy and legs barely supporting him. He whimpers and whines, begging to still sleep with you in your bed, even though he knows you say no every time.

B!Izuku who is extra bratty during his heat, maybe even a bit rude. He’s petty for sure. If you don’t help him relieve the pain he’s in, he’s gonna be extra sassy, despite his breathless tone and shaky body.

B!izuku definitely lays in your bed when you’re at work, his hips grinding into your mattress as he moans pathetically into your pillows, gripping the sheets and rolling his hips like a desperate animal.

B!Izuku can cum so many times and still not relieve himself, constantly being erect and having his nerves on fire.

B!Izuku gets so desperate during the last few days, pathetically whimpering and shaking in your bed, begging- pleading for help.

Until you give in.

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You walked into your shared apartment from work, sighing tiredly as you did so. You slip off your boots and look around. Everything is intact, good, Izuku didn’t decide to mess up the living room or anything just to spite you.

Speaking of..where is your bunny?

You sigh, figuring the worst as a tired deadpan falls onto your expression. You knew it wasn’t Izuku’s fault that this happened to him each month, it was like a woman going through ovulation…on steroids…

A heavy sigh left you, despite knowing it wasn’t Izuku’s fault, it still left you feeling irritated. He was already bratty enough, he certainly didn’t need to be uncontrollably horny on top of that.

You finally muster up all the will and strength you have left, before pushing yourself in the direction of your bedroom.

There he was, sitting on your bed and crying, his head thrown back and teeth gritted as his body trembled. He looked like he was - at the very least - extremely uncomfortable.

“Izuku?” You spoke out into your room, feeling a twinge of guilt in your chest as you watched the sweet boy writhe. ��Y-y/n- please..it hurts” he looked over at you, his eyes half lidded and flooded with tears.

You bit your lip.

You were a hero, meant to save people, and yet your sweet bunny boy was in pain.

Fuck.

A click left your door as you closed it behind you, a second following it as you locked it. “It’s alright Zu” you spoke softly, taking off your jacket and tossing it onto the floor.

Izuku barely registered what was happening as he felt the bed dip next to him. His hands instantly reached out for yours, grabbing one and placing it on his hard bulge, expecting you to pull away like you usually did.

This time, however, your hand began to rub at the ache, making Izuku’s eyes widen, then roll back as if your touch was a gift from god himself.

You laid on your side, propping yourself up with your elbow as you began to soothe the burning pit in his stomach. “I’m sorry, Izuku” you murmured quietly, a hand finding his fluffy ear that was folded back. You gently scratched his ear while wrapping your hand around his clothed dick.

“Y-Y/n! Ah..fuck- just like that-“ a little bit of drool teased his bottom lip, his head falling back against the sheets “so good- it’s so good..mmh”

You smiled a little, he didn’t look like he was in pain anymore, which made you feel a lot better.

Izuku continued to moan and femininely whimper as you jerked him off through his shorts, before finally grabbing the hem of them, and his boxers. With a pull, they came down to his thighs, his thick and hard cock springing free, the smooth tip touching his abdomen.

You blushed a little, especially as Izuku looked at you with his fucked out face, his eyes heavily hooded and his lips parted “please- please mommas..please suck my cock”

Your eyes widened in shock, feeling a spike of arousal shoot through you. His face, his tone, his words- it was all so lewd. You looked down at his thick shaft. It was probably around 6-7 inches, a good length with an impressive girth.

You swallowed, feeling saliva pool in your mouth as you looked at the pre-cum beading at the slit of his cock head.

You shifted to kneel on the bed before his thighs, your throat and mouth dry as you leaned down, softly kissing his tip.

Izuku gasped quietly and placed a hand on your head, running his fingers through your hair “please” he whined “don’t tease me, please” his tone was- honestly pitiful, but you understood why, so, you leaned down once more; this time, taking the puffy tip into your mouth, lightly sucking on it.

Izuku let out a soft moan “yes- yes Y/n- fuck” his eyes rolled back in pleasure, and his head fell back, his hips slightly rolling up as he tried to inch himself more into your mouth.

That was all the coaxing you needed, before you began to bob your head, his thick cock making your lips stretch around it, the veins dragging up and down your tongue, and the taste of pre flooding your mouth.

You were a little rusty, it had been a while since you’d been with anyone, but once you got into a rhythm, Izuku was falling apart at the seams under you.

The poor bun couldn’t think clearly, a hand cover his mouth as he gasped and writhed, his thighs spread wide and lifted slightly with the tension in his muscles. His eyes were screwed shut, and his brows furrowed.

His chest messily rose and fell, his jaw dropped and gasps leaving him. How were you so damn good at this? He had no idea, nor did he care. Izuku shakily opened one of his eyes to see you focused on him.

One of your hands gently kneading and massaging his tight, full balls; the other was wrapped around the base, occasionally stroking, while your head bobbed and your mouth sucked.

His eyes rolled back and he clenched his jaw “I love you!” He squealed, making you cough on his length and pull yourself off, sputtering from your surprise and accidentally deep throating his entire dick.

He whined in protest, before his eyes widened.

He had not meant to say that.

“I-I’m sorry- I- I just meant-“ “I love you too.” You smiled at him, and his eyes widened “you love me?” Did he hear you right? His fluffy ears twitching a few times to ensure he wasn’t crazy.

You had just told him..you loved him too.

“Of course I do” you leaned down and ran your tongue up the side of his cock, before kissing the swollen tip “I don’t give just anyone head, you know”

Izuku shuddered and bit his lip “fuck- I’m gonna cum just from that” he whispered, referring to your teasing, yet meaningful words

You simply laughed, before taking his hardened length back into your mouth. Izuku arched his back, his ears folding back against his head. It felt so much better knowing that you felt the same way about him, and he had to restrain himself from busting right there.

“God- yes! I love you! I love you so much! Baby! Mommas! I’m gonna- c-cum- fuck~!” He cried out, his thighs trembling and coming up to wrap around your shoulders.

And cum he did.

With a loud moan and your name on his lips, he came, and he came hard.

You gagged a bit as his load shot into your throat and slightly dripped onto his cock, trying to swallow as much as you could.

You pulled away from his cock to greedily gasp for air, the sheer amount of cum in your throat making your eyes water as you coughed “J-Jesus- C-Christ-“ you sputtered between coughs.

Izuku trembled under you, his cock finally softening and not feeling needy, like it had been for the previous week.

He felt so tired, not having the energy to make a comment as you collected yourself and picked him up, smiling a little down at him “cmon bun, let’s get you in the bath.”

Izuku simply nodded and rested his head against your chest, shaking slightly and sighing, so thankful to have you in his life.

He’d have to return the favor some time.

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Part 1.

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