#and now i have to go home and do more fucking schoolwork

[lunarsapphism]

bro

[moinsbienquekaworu]

The absolute indignity of begging uni administration for extensions and redos. The needle to thread between "I am doing so poorly please just give me this I'm at the fucking end of my rope" and "promise it's just right now though I'm going to get soo much better and be so normal for next time it's just this once". The way I'm sent into horrendous spirals about my self-worth and future every time I have a deadline.

[itsalwaysdark]

and also it doesnt even matter if i miraculously get a job tmrw bc we don't have a car . and im too out of shape to walk anywhere bc everything is far away . so i genuinely dont jnow what to do

[suhlogic]

cold sweat [kim mingyu x fem!oc]

warnings: fwb, sexual tension, size kink, creampie, manhandling, daddy kink, overstimulation, mingyu is really touchy, dom!mingyu, sub!reader, fingering, unprotected sex , porn with little plot , body worship, pussy-eating, car sex , a bit of a self-indulgent fic

you and mingyu have been friends since your senior year of high school. the two of you were as thick as thieves, it didn’t matter if there was the risk of being separated in college— you two would always find each other during holidays and summer breaks in your hometown. but there was just one problem: you were falling hard and fast for the one and only kim mingyu. your mingyu who’s six feet and two inches tall of pure happiness and sweet disposition, the one who’d drop everything for you whenever you’re down, the person who was always cheering you on, and not to mention how handsome he is with his tan skin and prominently defined arms with his toned back as wide as the pacific ocean and those toned abs— but god, his smile and his contagious laugh that you could just constantly put on repeat no matter what time of day it is has you secretly pining away for your best friend. 

being physically intimate with him was not an uncharted territory  for the two of you, it just sort of happened one time when he came home drunk to your place and stumbled on your bed falling into a deep slumber as he cuddled you close in his hazy state. but you two never really brought up that night ever again, it did not matter if you two were sober or not, one of you would always offer cuddles and maybe a few stolen kisses in between especially when the both of you were stressed over schoolwork. it didn’t take that long for you to notice that mingyu was initiating them more often but repressed the thought that he could actually like you because you were just silly old you— always the best friend, never the girlfriend. but, little did you know, he fell first for you. of course he’d never admit that for the sake of protecting the friendship.

[10:00PM]

it was already late at night and you couldn’t stop tossing and turning in your bed so you decided to get up and shower to get ready for the 24/7 gym just near your apartment complex. after getting your things prepared, you decided to ring up mingyu to join you on your workout—or as he calls it, “gymscapade” for when you both get so stressed you need to work out a sweat. he picks up after two rings, voice clearly woken up from a deep slumber. “hey, what’s up?” he replies, “would you wanna go workout with me right now?” you ask, hoping he’s not too lazy in the confines of his bed on the other line.  “yeah, just let me get ready in a bit. call you soon when i’m there.” he says with a yawn. “okay, just meet me at the gym near my place just so i can get a good warmup.” you say as the both of you exchange your goodbyes. 

you make it to the gym not long after and decided to unzip your jacket halfway through your warmup. you were actually the only one in the gym since it was already quite late. while working up a sweat on the lat pulldown machine, you saw mingyu from the corner of your eye entering wearing  grey sweatpants and a compression tank top. he starts to warm up for a bit as you went to where he was, “what are you going to do today?” he asked, stretching out his arms. “i’ll just do a few upper and lower body workouts, maybe squeeze in some lifting too,” you say, as you take a sip from your water bottle. it never really struck you how handsome mingyu was until as of late, it just wasn’t in the books for the two of you to actually get together or even fuck at the very least but knowing how tiny and short you were compared to his huge, tall frame made you run a bit hot and wet down there. 

“care to spot me while i do bench presses?” he says as he takes off the dumbbells from the racks. you could barely lift what he pressed, it’s almost all-consuming seeing mingyu lay on the bench while you looked down at him as he lifted and praising him every time he’d do it. this position was not good for your health, all you could ever think about was him eating you out whenever he would moan out of exertion. you still had a few sets on the lat pulldown machine to go and asked him to spot you, to help you with your form since he was going to the gym longer than you have been. 

mingyu couldn’t stop looking at you. your hair up in a messy ponytail, wearing a cute workout set with just a pastel pink sports bra with tight-fitting compression shorts of the same color. you were so oblivious yet fucking obvious about how bad you wanted your friend to fuck you and he saw right through it. the way your skin would suddenly feel warm under his touch or how you’d hide the hitches in your breath whenever he was too close to you while he observes your workouts. as you were doing your set, he was behind you closing the gap between you two as he made sure you were feeling the burn in all the targeted muscles. as he lowered down to your level on the seat, your back brushed against his crotch and felt something huge and hard. “good girl, just one more and you’re done.” he whispered lowly in your ear as you exhaled when you let go of the bar in an upwards motion. 

as the two of you were helping each other finish workouts, he couldn’t help but gaze into your eyes with a hidden intent and leaned in for a kiss which made you set your dumbbells down on the floor with a loud thud booming through the room. it took you aback and you pulled away from the kiss, mingyu was shocked at your action and stared at you with wide eyes. “i’m sorry i couldn’t help it ever since that night i never stopped thinking about you.” he says, as you pulled him in closer and kissed him harder as your tongues became entangled. “jump,” he whispers as he starts to carry you. fuck, it was really hot seeing him take the lead and it made you weaker for him than ever before. he puts you down before you could even leave hickeys on his neck, “y/n, i’m not going to fuck you here, let me be a gentleman and take you back to my place,” he says with a mischievous smile, lips red and swollen from the steamy makeup session. 

both of you grabbed your things and went inside his car, the tension was hot and heavy as his hand were rubbing your thigh further riling you up while he drove through the quiet streets of the city with you weak and submissive under his touch.    it was something that set your insides on fire— seeing mingyu’s hand veins pop out from gripping the steering wheel hard resisting himself from pulling over and fucking you in the nearest empty parking lot he could find. as soon as the stoplight turned red, he looked over at you with a menacing smirk. “god, you just look so pretty and desperate for me, huh?”

you couldn’t help but be more turned on as you felt your core get wetter just because of his words and before you knew it, he was taking off your seatbelt for you and leaning in for a desperate kiss with his tongue exploring your mouth as if he had been waiting for this moment. “go in the backseat, now” he said in between breaths while still cupping your face, his usual kind and bright eyes, now filled with lust and a dominating gaze desperately telling you how bad he wanted this. as you made your way into the back, he followed suit and did not waste time taking off your bra showing off your huge boobs, its buds already hardened from the cold air. he smirked as you whined at how he took your nipples between his fingers and played with them, mingyu then sat you on his lap and felt his manhood through his sweatpants as you were just only left in your tight shorts that were clearly thin. “princess, you look so pretty like this. all naked and wet for daddy, huh?” he whispered as you began to grind your clothed pussy on his hard dick, just more wanting more from him. craving mingyu like he was the kind of drug you needed, so intoxicating yet so worth the risk. 

with lust-filled eyes, mingyu looked up at you and pulled you in for a rough kiss, tongues tied with one another. as he pulled away once more, he started to leave love bites all over your neck and chest not giving a fuck who sees it— all he knows is that you're his by day's end. his rough hands began to roam your body and unclasped your bra skillfully letting your huge tits be free. his mouth immediately latched onto your tit while his fingers began to rub the nipple in between the other one.

"fuck, daddy please i wanna feel you inside," you moaned. he just smirked as he began to flip you onto the backseat so he'd be on top of you. "patience, angel, good girls get to cum." he whispers through gritted teeth, grinding his hard cock on your pussy, still clothed yet the thong you wore hardly doing anything to cover the wetness. as mingyu goes down on you to take off your underwear, he leaves kisses on your stomach and hips, "god, you look so gorgeous fucked out for me, why didn't we fuck sooner?" he moans in between kisses. he inserts two of his fingers inside your dripping pussy, "so fucking tight for me, yeah, can't wait for my dick to be inside hm?"  he says as you could  just lose all sense of rationality with how good he is with his fingers. he then lowers his head down in between your thighs and eats you out, licking your clit as if he's a starved man. 

"daddy, please i'm so fucking close," you whine, tears of pleasure filling your eyes. mingyu proceeds to insert three of his fingers and fucked you faster with it, his long and thick digits began to curl inside, "you like being a slut for me yeah? who fucking owns you?" he moans, "you daddy, please.. gyu.. .more," you say as he coaxes you into your first orgasm. he takes out his fingers, your cum coating his fingers as he proudly licks and sucks them off with pride with a devilish smirk. "you taste so sweet, angel... " he says as you begin to claw at the waistband of his  sweatpants, desperate to feel his dick inside you. he smirks at how helpless you look and removes his bottoms along with his boxers, his hard, long dick standing in its full glory slapping against his chiseled abs,  as its girth makes you wonder how it could fit inside of you.

"will it fit, gyu?" you ask in a small voice. "oh, we'll make it fit, princess, i've prepped you enough yeah?" he begins to jack off his dick preparing to put it inside. "fuck, you look so small for me, all for me..so pretty spread out like this," he moans as he teases the tip of his dick in between your folds and slowly thrusts it inside of you. "fuck...my god gyu so fucking good, please...move," you whine as he begins to slowly move inside of you taking his sweet time to be inside of you. god knows how fucking long he waited to have you like this, you just looked so angelic and slutty under him, it took everything in him to not fill you to the brim with his cum right there. his hands tightly gripped your waist as he pounded into you faster, feeling how big he is inside, hitting the tip of your cervix. you put your arms around the nape of his neck as you pull him in for a passionate kiss, hands roaming around his toned upper back leaving scratches on it as your nails dig into its broad surface. 

you feel his thrusts get faster and deeper as he began to rub your clit helping you to also reach your second orgasm, "i'm fucking close baby, " he moans as his thrusts get sloppier. "cum..inside..me..it's okay,'m on the pill daddy"you whine out as you two feel each other's release, his cum mixed with yours dripping down your thighs. mingyu pulled out as he reached into the glovebox compartment for a box of tissue helping you clean up. "fuck...what just happened?" he asks, giggling. "we fucked," you laugh as he pulls you closer to him in the tight space with the steam-filled windows from the sex earlier. "so...i like you..a fucking lot," he starts as he begins to intertwine his fingers with yours and kisses your forehead, "yeah, i do too gyu," you smile as you pull him in closer for another kiss, this time full of love and gentleness. "let's go home and finish what we started, yeah?" he says while you two begin to get dressed up and drive back to his place for the night. 

[diremoone]

“make me (yours).” | r. sukuna

w — [ minors do not interact ] modern! AU, hints of sugar daddy vibes ;), older man/younger woman, age gap, everyone is above 20+ and legal age, male masturbation, Sukuna imagining seggs positions and shit like that, Sukuna is around 36 & Reader is around 22/23, tbh sukuna being a comfort character rn. jjk after 235? it’s non-canon lmao

a/n: this is the most I’ve ever written that’s sinful I’m not used to this (it’s been so damn long since i have written anything remotely sinful omfg) and it’s not even that much I’m so embarrassed y’all HELP— also part two depends on you guys and any ideas you want to send in through my ask box :3

part one | part two

[ first divider by @/benkeibear, the second by @/cafekitsune ]

♥️ Rich! Sukuna who meets you through his younger brother, who’s a few years older than you. You’ve been in Japan for a few years now, that much he knows, attending the same school his little brother got into. And now he’s determined to find out everything about you.

♥️ Rich! Sukuna who’s so fucking glad you can speak Japanese. He knows English, yes, but he prefers it when you speak his native tongue, because he fucking loves your accent and gets off on it. It’s exotic — you’re exotic — and he can’t help the temptation of wanting you and more.

♥️ Rich! Sukuna who knows to keep his smug smirk into himself when his little brother finally mans up and finally introduces you to him one day when he comes home to work on a project that you’re helping him with. And he knows that Yuuji knows about the look on his face. Because he knows his history with women. Yuuji knows he’s made a mistake introducing you to each other.

Or so he thinks.

Sukuna is thoroughly amused by you, although there are times where he becomes frustrated. You’re not an easy case to crack, and not easy to tease and rile up. Perhaps that’s the part of you that’s from accelerated maturity.

You’re smarter than the average person, even the people slightly above average. You’re intellectually and psychologically challenging and he very much likes it. It’s been a long time since he’s had the kind of stimulation you’ve brought him. Since his and Yuuji’s father passed away.

He watches from a distance as you and his brother go over notes and work and crack jokes that put a pretty smile on your face. He can’t hear your laughter from where he stands, but he’s positive it’s as lovely as your smile.

As for you, you know you’re being watched. You look to the tall man out of your peripheral vision and halt rolling your eyes.

“Your brother is never subtle, is he?”

Yuuji sighs heavily. “Never.”

♥️ Rich! Sukuna who hates the fact he can’t see you more often. So he digs and digs and then finds out about some old family debts and a couple things for medical expenses he can easily pay off to hold over your head, to use as a means to be something akin to a sugar daddy so he can order you around and see you whenever he wants to.

And it comes as no surprise to him when he mentions it the next time his brother brings you over for schoolwork that you’re startled by him finding out. He only mentions it after Yuuji has fallen asleep on the couch. You give him the wide-eyed expression of shock, probably wondering how he found out about it.

But unlike his expectations, you don’t ask how he knows. you don’t get embarrassed and try to hush it away with the option of using yourself as his favor. You shrug, going a little more into depth and detail about the financial struggle that’s been kept under wraps for several good years.

Sukuna himself is surprised in return, by both you and the way he sits down for you — to listen to you.

♥️ Rich! Sukuna, who finds out that even though you see him as super attractive, you’re not as swayed by his flirting and all of his advances like many women and young women your age are. Yes, you know he’s super fucking stupidly hot, and yes you’ve more than likely thought about certain things while in bed under the sheets, but you’ve got more important things to prioritize than hot men. Which he applauds you for just as much as he despises it. It makes him frustrated, because he’s attracted to you and wants you in his bed so bad; because it should be so fucking easy like it has been with other women. But you’re not the same, and while his lust is as prominent as ever in his older age, he also has the desire for something more than just a fling.

♥️ Rich! Sukuna who manages to get ahold of your schedule through his baby brother (who’s prepping for your broken heart) and asks you out, setting up a date for when he knows you’re free. He much enjoys the look on your face when he brings up the date he’s set, knowing you’re wondering about how he managed to nail the exact day you’re free for the day he’s set for the outing. He enjoys it even further when you quickly deduce how he knows about it.

Goddamn, he loves a sharp woman.

♥️ Rich! Sukuna, who orders you a dress to be made that’s a mix of beautiful deep crimson and black, one that shines but doesn’t shine too much to glare at people eyes. He drums his fingers against his desk in his home office as he sees the notification pop up on his phone that the item has been delivered.

But as usual, you surprise him. You don’t end up wearing the dress he’s made, but something completely different. You arrive to the restaurant he’s bought out for the night in a deep silver-gray tux, hair styled in a simple manner with minimal makeup that he knows you don’t need because he’s already seen and fallen for your natural looks anyway.

Sukuna hates you. He doesn’t, but he doesn’t know what the fuck to do with the feelings he has. You’re so much younger than him, but holy fuck has it been so long since he’s been given any sort of challenge or stimuli, especially from a woman. He both hates and is glad you’re not easy. And it only fuels his drive to get you to give yourself to him.

You drive him up a damn wall.

He’s been in the shower for at least forty minutes, alternating between hot and cold every five minutes. Forty minutes and the painful hard on he’s had all morning still hasn’t gone away.

Sukuna leans his head forward against the wall and cusses at himself. His hand isn’t enough, but there’s some relief as he starts leisurely pumping his shaft. He cusses and swears worse than a sailor as he starts off slow, imagination running wild (at what could be).

He wants you so fucking bad. He wants you on your knees in front of him; on the soft carpet because no way is he going to let his pretty woman have sore knees while taking his monstrous dick down her throat.

He wants to bury his face between your legs and make you cum so much and so hard you see fucking galaxies, then let you catch your breath just barely enough before he uses your juices as lubricant and permanently molds your pussy to the shape of his fat cock.

He wants your legs over his shoulders as you throw your head back and moan as he fucks your better than anyone ever has and ever will. He wants to see a white ring around his cock as he pumps himself in and out of you like he’s a starved man. And that he is. For you, anyway.

Sukuna just knows your pussy is so fucking warm. He’ll bet his dick that you’ll have the tightest pussy he’s ever going to have. The best he’s ever going to have.

His hand pumps his shaft faster and faster, gripping it harder as he nears climax. His massive cock aches painfully, desperate to cum. Fucking hell… He wants you so bad, underneath him, or on your knees, calling him by whatever pet name or name from whatever kink you might have.

Forbid everything if you call him ‘Daddy’ or ‘Master’. Game fucking over.

He doesn’t even care if you have those kinds kinks or not. He just wants the pretty girl that’s done more than caught his attention under him as he makes her feel pleasure that only he can provide.

But the selfish part of him can’t help but hear you call out those names in his head. And that’s what does it.

Sukuna’s thighs and back muscles flex almost painfully as his balls draw up and cums. He tosses his head back, the feeling of his load spurting from the tip making him groan in pleasure. He cums so hard he feels like he’s about to keel over.

“Fuck yeah…” he pants, oxygen finally catching up to his lungs’ need.

But now he’s disappointed and just a little pissed off. Because the cum on the wall shouldn’t be there. It should be on or in you. And he doesn’t like that.

And as he rewashes himself, his jaw clenches, can’t help but thinking determinedly he’s going to change things between the two of you.

Come hell or high fucking water.

♥️ Rich! Sukuna who’s finally shifted the relationship to being something else. Although you can’t tell what it is. The first date he takes you on is to break the ice, getting to know you better as a person. It’s also to see if you’d fuck him, but he knows you’ve got stronger convictions than the women he’s used to.

He takes you on a second date, this time in more casual clothes on a drive to a house he’s set up to have dinner and stargaze at.

He gets to tell you he’s paid off your family’s old debts now, relieved them of the medical bills and taxes that haven’t been paid yet. But it backfires, and now he’s left to make you understand that it wasn’t to make you feel beholden to him in any manner, like owing debt to the mafia.

♥️ Rich! Sukuna needs you to understand that despite how much he wants to fuck you, it’s more than just because he finds you attractive and wants to satisfy his dick. He wants you to know you’re not temporary; he doesn’t see you as a quick fix to his primal needs.

Not at all.

You’re the long term fix to his primal needs. And perhaps the only one he’s going to need ever again. And once the expression of understanding crosses your face, he goes to cradle the back of your head and hungrily slots his lips on yours. He may not get to take all your clothes off right now, but he’s happy with his results tonight.

Besides, he knows he’ll get you into his bed with a shiny diamond ring on your left hand eventually.

wheeeew im gonna go take a cold bath

@vagabond-umlaut here’s ur man babe pls enjoy.

& everyone pls feel free to send in more ideas for this series if you want im having fun with this lmao

[bunnysbrainrot]

Blood Flow

Kinktober Prompt: Choking

Relationship: dbf!Joel Miller x Reader

Content: [i was going for something sensual and i failed.] Explicit sexual scenes, fingering, choking, squirting, praise kink, Joel’s kinda rough, teasing. No outbreak AU.

Summary: You curiously tread into the realm of choking, but you have no clue why people think it feels ‘good’. With Joel’s help, you realize that there’s simply a right way to do it.

A/N: pay attention to the last line. it implies exactly what you think it does. **ALSO! part 3 for this is out, it’s called Daddy’s Girl!

this scene is so weird, why is he choking her???

Your fingers flitted across your phone screen, texting as you watch a new show. In this scene, the two main characters finally broke their tension, and things were growing heavy. You watched the actor’s hand wrap around his costar’s throat, watching how her face contorted in bliss.

Cause it feels good, sweetheart, Joel replied.

Bringing your own hand to your neck, you pressed against your windpipe and choked, like really choked, but it didn’t feel like you thought it would. And your face definitely did not make those same expressions as the woman in the show.

Clearing your throat, you replied to Joel. A few years ago, this kind of conversation would earn you an intervention with your parents. This was your dad’s best friend, and you shouldn’t be texting him about being choked, of all things.

But fuck, was texting Joel a wonderful time.

A single message could have you squeezing your thighs together. Every baby girl, sweetheart, and honey was imagined in his voice as if he were there, whispering them into your ear. You would imagine his fingers dancing across your skin as he showered you with those sweet pet names.

tried it on myself, and i can confirm that it feels awful. coughing my lungs out right now

Joel read your text and let out a hearty chuckle, quickly replying back. He knew you were a tad… inexperienced with things like this, and that you wouldn’t ask just anyone about this. He had you wrapped around his finger, as you did him.

Baby doll, you’re probably pressing on your windpipe. It’s a little tricky to do it on yourself

You groaned at the text, still frustrated at your little mishap. The reply you gave him was rather bold, but you anxiously sent it anyway.

maybe you could show me

The two of you had flirted a lot more since you came back home from college. Four years of hard schoolwork had you taking a break back home with your parents to choose your next big step in life. At first it started small - little compliments on your clothes, on your intelligence, on how much you’d come into your own. Your glances at Joel lasted too long to be friendly, and it didn’t help when you ran your foot along his leg under the table at big family dinners.

In short, you were driving each other absolutely wild, pulling the tension taught between you, waiting for it to snap.

But Joel wanted to go slow. This was dangerous territory, and he needed to take his time.

Maybe I could

You stared blankly at the phone screen, reading over the message with a fluttering heart behind your ribs. A wave of warmth spread over you with a beeline between your thighs. You clenched your legs together as you texted Joel back.

right now?

J: Door’s unlocked, I’m just watching TV. If you want to join me we can watch that show you were telling me about

Like an alarm went off you shot out of bed, hurrying to your dresser and closet to find a more impressive outfit. Joel wouldn’t care all that much - he liked seeing you in anything. It didn’t matter how much or little you had on, you were always beautiful to him.

headed out now!

Joel have a swift reply that buzzed in your pocket.

Someone’s eager.

You trekked over to the neighborhood next to yours, practically skipping with each step up to Joel’s house. Thankfully, his daughter, Sarah, would be at a friend’s house this evening, leaving you and Joel all to yourselves.

Joel’s head perked up when he heard you knock. He, almost too excitedly, shot up from the couch and headed to the front door.

He was an effortlessly handsome man. And now, in a simple pair of sweatpants and v-neck shirt, he looked more stunning than ever. For you, it also didn’t matter what he wore - he always looked handsome.

“Hi,” you said, offering him a small smile.

Joel raised an arm and leaned against the doorframe. His lean muscles shifted under his tan skin, hardened by those years under the Texas sun, and caught the light from inside to accentuate his bicep. He caught you ogling, and laughed.

“Sweetheart, I’m not just eye candy,” Joel’s voice was soft after the long day he had, “You comin’ in, or what?”

Your smile widened as you stepped in, dipping under Joel’s arm to step in the living room. He had already closed the blinds preemptively to shield yourselves from any prying eyes. You sat on the couch and waited for Joel to join you.

He slowly made his way over, “So, what show were you watchin’?”

You sighed dramatically, “Well, now it’s just embarrassing. We can watch something else, instead.”

Joel shook his head at your offer, gesturing to the TV, “Not embarrassing at all. ‘Sides, I got a plan for it.”

He snatched the remote from the arm of the couch and chose a spot right next to you. After a series of questions, you began to play the show you’d seen, found the right episode, and played the scene in question.

Joel remained silent the entire time, glancing between you and the TV. His stare bore into you, but it was unclear as to what was going through his mind.

But the scene, to your relief, ended, and the shyness you’d felt could be over. Joel paused the show in the middle of the next scene and finally met your eyes.

“Alright, I think I know where ya went wrong,” he commented. You cocked an eyebrow at him.

“It���s all about controlling the blood flow, not pressin’ on the windpipe. That’s a one way ticket to the man upstairs,” Joel laughed and brought his hand to your cheek, cupping your face carefully. His thumb passed over your cheekbone before he shifted down toward your neck.

He placed his thumb and index finger on either side of your throat, right under your jaw. The pressure was uncomfortable at first, pressing into you in a way that sparked some faint nausea. You cleared your throat and swallowed to dull the feeling.

“Pressin’ here,” his grip tightened, “reduces the blood flow. It’s still a lil’ hard to breathe, but it doesn’t risk your safety.”

A lightness began to creep through you as Joel pressed into your throat. Blackness clouded the edge of your vision, blurring Joel’s features, though you could barely make out a lazy smile.

After a few long seconds, he let go, and you could freely breathe once again. The rush of blood back to your brain throbbed at your temples, though the brief headache was nothing compared to the rush of pleasure it delivered.

To your surprise, the rush went straight to your core, leaving you shifting your legs together.

Joel leaned forward and planted a kiss on your cheek, his voice was a low whisper.

“See? Feels good when someone does it right, don’t it?”

You nodded, still held securely by his hand around your throat. His lips traveled across your face, to your temples, to your jaw, and finally finding your own, flush and fluid with your own movements. Joel tightened his grip again, and the same rush came flowing through. It was tricky to keep kissing Joel at the pace he set. Instead, your mouth slacked open as a moan escaped you, swallowed eagerly by Joel.

He spoke slowly against your lips, nipping at them between his words.

“How is it, baby doll? Still feel good?”

It was wonderful. Had you not messaged him about this, you would’ve been completely in the dark about this whole new world of pleasure. So wonderful, in fact, that you could feel a new slickness in your sex, about to soak into your panties. Instinctively you ground your hips, pathetically pressing your aching pussy into nothing substantial.

Joel moved his other hand lower, raking over your shifting thighs, “Tell me, sweet girl, does it make you feel good down here?”

His hand cupped your clothed sex, pressing against your slit and slowly massaging your core. Your breath trembled as you gave him another nod - a small sign of permission to take things further.

“Joel… Joel,” you whispered, fighting against his grip on your throat. Amidst the rush going through your head you could barely hold onto what he was saying, let alone reply coherently.

His lips had wandered to your jaw, peppering a trail of kisses around his rough fingers, “What is it, baby girl? Tell me whatcha need.”

You choked out your reply, “In.. inside.”

A low laugh danced across your skin, “That’s my girl. Always needing something fillin’ her up. ‘Least when I’m involved, anyway.”

He pressed harder against your aching sex - the abrasion of the fabric turned you into a whimpering mess in a matter of seconds. You needed more. You needed him.

Joel groaned against your skin when you tugged his hand past the waistband of your pants, pushing him lower toward your core.

“Need me to make you feel good, sweet girl?” his voice thrummed through your chest. You nodded, urging your lungs to take in sweet, fresh air amidst the constriction. Joel loosened his grip ever so slightly, letting you catch your breath.

He hummed against your jaw as he adjusted his hand with his fingers teasingly at your entrance. A single finger played with your wet hole, swirling around carefully, not fully giving you what you need. Not yet.

You mewled a slurred version of his name, eyes rolling back when his grip tightened around your throat.

Joel’s fingers didn’t stop, but rather pushed further, sinking past your soaked folds and into your tight pussy. A small whimper from you made him smile, carefully eyeing you as he moved his fingers, curling them up to brush your sweet spot.

“Joel… fu-fuck,” you choked.

His fingers plunged deeper into your warm cunt, curling harshly to draw a long-awaited moan. Until now, Joel hadn’t had the joy of hearing you utter anything above a whisper.

You cried out, straining against his grip, but was sent back to fighting for that sacred blood flow back to your brain.

You brought your hand up to meet the one at your neck, tapping against the back of his hand. A beat passed before Joel realized the mistake. He swiftly released you and cradled your head, slowing his movements between your thighs.

“Sorry,” you rasped, “that was just a little too hard. I couldn’t really make any noise without coughing.”

Joel leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours. He broke away with the softest tone you’d heard all night.

“You ain’t got nothin’ to apologize for, honey,” he replied, spreading his kisses to your cheeks. “Got a little too ahead of myself there.”

He kissed you until you were left breathless and panting. By now your lips were plump from the bites and nips Joel had given them.

“Maybe we could try a different position, whaddya say?”

After a beat of thought, you nod in agreement and follow his lead. He removed his hand from your pants, lightly sucking at his soaked fingers, and moaning at your taste across his tongue.

This was the closest he’d been to truly tasting you. Words escaped him as he tried to describe the feeling of heaven on his very lips.

You stood from the couch and watched Joel taste yourself on his fingers. He was completely entranced, and monitoring your every movement as you waited for his direction.

Darkness filled his eyes, “Y’might need to take those pants off, sweetheart. Need a good angle for this.”

Now right in front of his legs, you urged Joel to spread them apart and stood between them.

He took this as a silent request for his help. Joel gave you a smile and sat forward, letting his hands climb up your thighs, taking their sweet time to cover as much of them as he could.

Joel hooked his fingers on your waistband and gently tugged, unwrapping you like it was Christmas morning.

Your bottoms dropped to your ankles, and all was left was your soaked panties, the last barrier between Joel and what he’d wanted to see most. Joel leaned further, leaving a trail of kisses from your mid-thigh to your hip, alternating to the other side. Each touch of his lips set you ablaze. His gentle touches paled in comparison to the heat roiling through your belly, trickling right down to your aching pussy.

At long last he peeled your panties off of you, slowly sending them down your legs until they joined your pants. Your lower half was bare for him now; you were a gift unwrapped, the best present he could’ve asked for.

“Christ,” Joel muttered. His eyes scanned over your half naked form, giving you a curious look at your chest.

He wanted nothing more than to wander up there, letting his hands dip below the fabric and slide up to your chest. Your tits were selfishly hidden from him, with your perfect, perk nipples poking through, enticing him to search for more.

You wrapped your legs on either side of him, pushing Joel back against the couch so you could get into position. His legs stayed spread open, thus making you open yours across his.

Spread perfectly wide for whatever he had planned for you.

Joel cupped the back of your neck and pulled you in for another kiss, working his hands over your thighs in the process. You could feel a couple of damp fingertips from where he’d fingered you before. Those same fingers now crept toward your needy hole, teasing you ever so slowly.

You bucked your hips and positioned them over his hand, whining at the lack of touch.

“Joel, please,” you mumbled, keeping your lips in tandem with his own. Joel grumbled out a reply you couldn’t discern before a hand made its way to your throat.

Joel pressed down on either side of your windpipe to deliver that sweet head rush of elation.

“I’ve got you, baby girl, I’ll take care of you.”

And that, he did. His hands moved with pure greed at your neck and pussy, sending two fingers up into your tight cunt. You cried out against his lips as he slowly pumped into you.

“That’s it, sweet girl. Let it all out.”

You were relieved you could make at least a little noise. It was better than it was at home, where you’d spent countless nights touching yourself, moaning against your hand or a nearby pillow.

But here… here you could cry out as Joel touched you. You could freely show him how good he was making you feel.

You let out a soft whine, but it was not well-received by Joel.

“I wanna hear you, baby.”

A louder moan drew from your throat. Joel’s fingers curled inside of you, pressing into the spongy part right past your entrance. Your walls fluttered gently around his fingers, pulling him in further.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” said Joel, still mumbling against your lips. You offered him a smile, proud that your body was to his liking. It was all you’d hoped for, to be perfect for him.

“Not sure how this little pussy’s gonna handle me, though,” he continued in a cocky voice. “But I think you could do it.”

He curled his fingers harshly, causing you to slur your words together. Something about Joel, and harder, and please.

“Such a good girl. Bet you’d take anything I gave you, huh?”

You nodded slightly, constricted under his grip to move any further.

Joel pushed his fingers deeper, picking up his pace until the wet sounds of your ravaged cunt filled the room. Your juices flowed from your pussy and onto his hand, leaking down from his fingers to his palm, pooling your sweet slick before it trickled to the floor below.

His pace became relentless, though the grip on your throat loosened. You let out a shuddering moan as he furiously pumped his fingers, making your cunt squelch with the most obscene sounds you’d ever heard.

“Attagirl,” Joel praised, “Just keep still. I gotcha.”

The reassuring tone kept you conflicted - it totally contrasted from what he was doing to your body.

Fuck, if this is how it was with just his hands alone, you silently prayed that you could handle what else he could give you.

There was a new tightness in your abdomen, pooling around in your sex, but it was a deeper sort of pressure you’d never felt. It felt like…

“Joel,” you protested, “I think I gotta pee.”

He laughed against your lips, “Just work with me here, darlin’.”

You squirmed on his hand as this new sensation spread through your pussy. This kind of pressure wasn’t something you could’ve gotten from your own hand, let alone any toy.

No, this was the masterful work of Joel Miller’s fingers, unraveling you around him.

He struck deeper, twisting his wrist to get a better angle, curling each thick digit against your sweet spot. You choked on a gasp as the pressure in your abdomen built, threatening to break apart.

With a flurry of swift motion the tension broke, and a beautiful symphony sounded - the rush of your juices that poured onto his hand, the strangled moan that fell from your slacked mouth, followed by the pleased groan Joel drew out.

“What… hah… was that..?” you panted. Joel kissed your cheekbone as he worked you through your high.

“Did I just… did I sq-“ you could barely make out the word.

“You did. And you did such a good job, sweet girl.”

The praise roiled through your gut. A soreness flooded through your sex, trailing toward your cervix. You swallowed nervously at the thought of anything bigger, and what it could do to your insides.

Joel slowed his pace and released the hand that had been trained to your neck. You both worked through your climax, coming down smoothly to where you now laid slumped against Joel’s chest.

His hands still roved over your skin, gently kneading your ass and thighs as you caught your breath.

“How you feelin’, honey?” his Southern drawl intoxicated his words with a sickly sweetness.

You pressed your face into the crook of his neck a let out a small, content mmm, taking in his scent. The mix of his cologne and sweat sent something possessive through you, to have this all for yourself. It felt too selfish for that pining to be one-sided - for you to want him as much as you did, without knowing if he held the same ferocity about you as you did him.

“Thirsty.”

“I bet. That’ll take a lot outta ya - let’s get a glass of water and getcha cleaned up.”

You worked your legs off of his thighs and stood shakily. After sitting in that awkward position and having your senses scrambled, your knees buckled beneath your weight, desperately trying to hold your quivering thighs steady.

“Hold on, sweetheart, I’ve gotcha,” Joel said, swiftly standing on steady feet. You pouted at the unfairness - his hands tore at your sex and left you trembling while he was perfectly fine.

“You better not laugh at me,” you snapped, though the drained tone in your words had Joel chucking slightly.

He held you steady with both hands and led you toward the kitchen, “You look like you got a hip replacement.”

“You’re nearing that age, aren’t you?” you quipped. Joel gave you a firm smack on your ass as his reply.

“Better watch it, I don’t do well with brats.”

hi y’all! thank you so much for reading and supporting, and happy Kinktober!

If you’re looking for the part 3 of this, it’s called Daddy’s Girl! I would love if you gave it a read

ily xoxo

[aklaustaleteller]

On One Condition

Klaus feels bad for messing up Y/n's exam preparation schedule, so he asks her what it is that he can do to 'earn her forgiveness'. Yet somehow, he manages to put up a condition when she asks him to help her with an art project...

Warnings - none, really.

Word Count - 1.4k

Masterlist | please reblog the fic if you like it!

So, I was rewriting an old fic when I decided to write a little backstory, i.e. this fic, and I hope you guys like it! I'll be posting part two within the next two days so yay!

Update: You can now read part two here!

She was something else, a feisty one who liked a good chase. And Klaus should've noted that from miles away. But he was too deep in now, and he wasn't going to back down until he had her.

He was waiting outside the school to catch Stefan, have a chat with him and warn him against trying to harm him because telling him off meant telling off the entire group, and Klaus found that lovely.

And he had just caught sight of Stefan when he saw her behind him, her hair bun not so tight as hair stands fell out and framed her face. She was walking with another girl who seemed to be trying profusely to convince Y/n of something -- probably a party if Klaus were to guess but he felt himself tuning in when she walked in a closer range to him.

"I really cannot do it, Vicki. Please try to understand that I'm myself giving exams right now," he heard her say, and then saw as she put her hand on her shoulders. There was softness in her voice that he'd never wished previously to be directed at him.

Bringing her in for a hug, Y/n explained herself again, as if she felt bad for denying whatever it was that Vicky wanted. "I would've helped you out had I not missed out on my preparation earlier. I’ve quite literally been studying the night before for each exam." She smiled, with what emotion Klaus couldn't quite see, but he found it beautiful, nonetheless.

"Why don't you ask Elena? I'm sure that way you'll bump into Jeremy a couple times as well," Y/n grinned, passing the squinting brunette a quick wink before turning back towards the exit with a sigh of relief.

Though it only took a couple steps for her to bump into Klaus, not so accidently. She'd seen him the moment she'd gotten out of the gates, and the fact that she had to pass him in order to reach her car only made her feel... more positive, let’s say.

She hadn't gone out of her way to slam into him, but he had. And the only other thing she has to blame is her spiteful walk that led the one library book she'd borrowed to topple out of her grip.

"Klaus, back off," she gritted, quickly picking up her book and moving once he did.

"It's not my fault, you know, that you bumped into me," Klaus said with a lure in his voice that suggested he just wanted to rile her up. "I'd apologize to me," he shrugged, a lopsided grin pulling up on his face when he noticed her turning.

"I'd tell you to go fuck yourself but that'd be a cruel and unusual punishment," she bit back, pressing her key to unlock the car.

"Please, save your breath. You'd probably need it to blow up your next date," Klaus teased, remembering the night Klaus had crashed her date and scared off the guy by doing nothing, really.

Sighing, Y/n gripped the steering wheel of her car and closed her eyes for a second. "Say something else and this book will become a lethal weapon," her voice was agitated as she warned him, and when he truly backed away with a proud grin on his face, she finally pulled back and drove home, daring to spare him a glance in her rear-view mirrors, an angry blush creeping up her neck when she caught his eyes.

Once she reached home, she didn't bother to lay out her clothes before jumping into her shower. Still, she buttoned up a loose striped cotton shirt and pulled her underwear up her legs. It didn't take her long to just decide on a pair of pyjama shorts.

After a good bowl of salad for lunch, she brought out her schoolwork to just do it on the porch considering the nice weather. But of course, that was a mistake because soon into her immersive study session, she was disturbed by loud clashing noises coming from the house across hers, Elena's house.

Taking a deep breath, she was just getting up when she caught sight of Damon and Stefan inside the house, speeding towards each other. It was purely for the dramatics, she was sure, considering the fact they wouldn't kill each other, they simply didn't have it in them.

She just felt sorry for Elena's dishes, maybe some of her furniture as well.

Twisting the knob she had just pushed the door in to go back inside the house when she heard a voice behind her. "Too noisy, aren't they?"

Klaus.

"You already messed up my preparation schedule once, Klaus. Do not dare to do it again," she said calmly, though her grip on the knob was probably tighter than normal.

With that, she decided to cross the line and enter her home. Then she turned around to face him, but he didn't seem to be in the mood to mess with her either.

"I came here to apologise, and perhaps, make up for the troubles I've caused you," he admitted, looking at her with such sincere eyes that she could've given in right then.

"And how do you plan on doing that? Plus, if this is a joke, I still have that book with me."

"You tell me what it is that will earn me your forgiveness," he said dramatically, making her look down to hide something from him, maybe a smile.

Opening the door wider, she looked at him and then hesitated a little. "Don't make me regret this," she said. "Come in, please."

Klaus was caught a bit off guard but managed to get inside, his eyes wandering right away to take in her house.

"I'm not sure how to word this really, so I'm just going to say it." Taking a breath, she sat on one of the dining table chairs and urged for him to do so too, getting a little flustered when he took the one right by her side and shifted so that he was turned towards her.

"What is it, love?"

"This might be a little ridiculous for you but it's very serious for me," she told him while maintaining eye contact to make sure he understood the situation.

Klaus simply nodded for her to go on, now leaning forward with his elbows on his knees and his face in his hands.

"I know you paint, quite impressively, might I add but that's not the point here," she quickly shut the topic before Klaus could tease her.

"The point is, I have this art project that I said yes to under pressure because my favourite teacher asked me to. But were you to see even my handwriting, you'd know I'm no good at it. The most I can draw is a stick figure and even that's wonky sometimes," she admitted bashfully.

"I used to have a friend who'd do it for me, but she left town last year and now... I don't really have anyone who would," she let out a breath at that, her eyes closed in anticipation of his answer.

"So, you wish for me to help you out with this said art project?"

Sitting stiffly, she nodded.

"Okay then. I'll do it... but what is it?"

"Oh great!" She cheered; happiness evident on her face. "It's supposed to be this super zoomed in image of either a grapefruit, or a pomegranate."

Klaus leaned back in his chair then, sighing as he considered it. "I will do it on one condition," he proposed.

"And that is?"

"You will stay with me in my studio when I'm painting it," he shrugged, as if it wasn't so much a big deal.

"But were you not doing this for my forgiveness?" She narrowed her eyes, but when he began to get off the chair, she struggled for some answer to come out of her mouth before he could leave.

"Okay, okay! I will!" She agreed immediately, sitting back down in defeat when he remained standing, a smile on his face.

"I'll go now." He said, walking backwards towards the door and he could see the uncertainty in her eyes. He could've teased her about it but decided against it.

"Come by my house tomorrow, around three or four… your wish," he said before turning to open the door.

He turned back to see her reaction and a smile crept up on his mouth when he saw her smiling back at him.

"I will," she told him while waving him goodbye, stopping just before he sped off with his dead heart beating a mile an hour. 

[rafesbambiangel]

study break — rafe cameron

pairing ; sweet!rafe x bambi!reader

summary ; rafe and bambi taking a break from studying

warnings / notes ; smut, raw sex (bambi is on birth control ya’ll dw) this is definitely s2 rafe for me just cause i luv him so much 💞💞 also my first time writing smut so keep that in mind 😣

you were bored out of your mind, studying for this stupid science test. rafe was working with his dad all day, something about a new property in charleston they were trying to sell. you were used to being away from him but that doesn’t mean you didn’t miss him, because you did. you were at tannyhill, sitting at the dinner table. rafe leant you spare keys so you could study and just relax even if he wasn’t home.

rafe had come back sooner than expected and he really wanted to see you, he walked into the house and made his way to the kitchen.

“hey baby” he said, which made you jump a little, you were so focused on your work you didn’t even see him coming in.

“jesus you scared me, hi baby!” you said, leaning over the table to kiss him. he accepts the kiss with a smile.

“what are you doing here? thought you were working all day.”

“couldn’t go the whole day without seeing you.”

“cute” you said, doodling in your book

rafes eyes travelled down to your schoolwork

“what’re you working on?” he asked, leaning in a bit to see your book

you sighed, “boring stuff, got a science test coming up”

rafe physically cringes at the mention of science. “science…sucks.”

you laugh a little, “yeah that’s why you dropped out.”

“hey, I’m focusing on my business, I don’t need school.” i mean he has a point, how else would he get all the money to spoil you with??

“i know, i’m proud of you.” you say twisting your necklace between your fingers.

he smiled at that, reaching across the table and grabbing your hand, bringing it up to play with your fingers. he liked being praised, he didn’t get much attention growing up so he cherished it.

“well, whatever it is that you’re working on, you’re gonna pass. you’re smart as hell, baby.”

you smiled, your thumb rubbing over his gold ring, “you think so?”

“of course.” he was your biggest supporter, he believed in you more than anyone.

he grinned, that boyish grin you loved so much. pulling your hand up to his mouth and placing a soft kiss on the top of it.

you laughed a little, closing your laptop and walking over to his chair, he almost instantly put his hands around your waist, looking up at you.

“missed you.” you said, gently cupping his face with one of your hands.

“missed you too.” he replied, turning his head to kiss the palm of your hand.

you lean down a bit, connecting your lips with his in a soft, gentle kiss.

“i’m thinkin’ we skip your homework, and I take you upstairs for a bit..”

“mmm- rafe” you mumbled. you really had to study but the thought of being alone with hi- no, this is important, this test would affect your final grade, you had to ace this.

he smiles against your lips, pulling away slightly, his ocean blue eyes looking into yours.

“c’mon…you know I’ve been wanting you all afternoon” he said, his fingers toying with the hem of your shirt.

him and his goddamn whining

you pulled away reluctantly, gathering your books “i have a deadline, rafe”

he groaned, rolling his eyes.

“you’ve been working on that stuff all day. you can take a few hours off. c’mon, wanna be with you.”

you were so weak for him, especially when he talked to you like that. fuck science.

you sighed, leaving your books on the table. “yeah you’re right, i do need a break.”

a satisfied grin spreads across his face. “there’s my girl.”

“my girl” his words repeating in your head already had you soaked.

one of his hands slid under the hem of your shirt, his hot skin connecting with your stomach, he starts slowly moving his hand up as he kissed you again.

he let out a groan, moving away from your lips to kiss your neck, his fingers now lightly tracing the underwire of your bra.

you couldn’t help but let out a quiet moan as he kissed your neck, your hand trailing down his chest to the growing bulge in his pants. he was already so fucking hard.

he groaned at the friction, his lips were back on yours again as he moved a hand up your thigh, grabbing a handful of your flesh, and hitching your leg up onto his hip. his hips reflexively grinding against yours.

he lifted you up so both of your legs were wrapped around his waist, your hands around his neck, his hands squeezing your ass.

rafe carried you upstairs to his room, his lips not once leaving yours. closing his bedroom door, locking it for safety purposes and gently dropping you down on his soft sheets. this was definitely better than studying.

you watched as he crawled on top of you, settling between your legs, pushing them further apart.

“need you so bad rafe” you whined, you were always so desperate for him. so so desperate

“yeah?” he said, his breathing was heavy against your neck. his hands under your shirt, pulling it over your head and tossing it somewhere on the floor along with his own.

you nodded then suddenly felt his knee press down on your clothed pussy, you let out a moan, he was driving you crazy and loving every minute of it.

“please.” you practically begged, aching to feel his dick buried deep inside you.

he obliged, pulling your panties to the side and sticking two thick fingers into your tight cunt, you could easily cum from him just fingering you but you wanted more.

“this not enough for you huh? greedy girl” he said, his fingers pumping in and out of you in an agonisingly slow pace.

you shake your head “need your dick rafey, please..” you knew he couldn’t resist much longer, he always gave in but he loved it when you begged for him.

“yeah i’m gonna take good care of this pretty pussy” he said, pulling his fingers out of you, licking them clean.

soon enough, all of your clothes were a mess on the floor.

he went to grab a condom from his bedside table but you quickly grabbed his arm, stopping him. “wait don’t..”

he looked at you with a confused expression “what do you mean don’t- i can’t-” you cut him off “im on birth control it’s fine”

he smirked, he didn’t want to argue with that, he’d been wanting to fuck you raw for a while now but the thought of getting you pregnant was always in the back of his mind so it wasn’t like he could fully enjoy it. but now…

“fuck- i love you” he breathed, kissing your breasts, pulling down his boxers as he did, his thick cock layed out on your stomach.

“i love you so much” you replied, you couldn’t get another word in before he was pushing inside you. you felt your walls stretching around him.

“fuuuuck” rafe’s head rested in the crook of your neck as he pounded into you. you could feel his heavy breathing on your neck and hear the little noises he was trying not to make.

“oh my god rafe-” you whined, you were always pretty loud during sex and he loved it, he loved hearing how good he made you feel.

“fuck- rafe I’m gonna cum” you held onto his biceps, his hair brushing against your face.

“i’m so close baby i promise” he could feel your walls clenching around him.

and he was, because that’s when you felt his dick pulsating inside you, your legs were shaking and rafe’s thrusts became harder and faster.

you couldn’t hold it anymore, “rafe-” you moaned, coming all over his cock. you moaning his name like that was his final straw, he kissed you sloppily as he filled your pussy with his seed. mumbling an “i love you” against your swollen lips.

[dearpyramus]

congrats on 100+ !!! i would love to see "can you please come get me?" + "delicately putting your hand on their back" with lip <33 maybe college!lip, and the reader is at a party and feels unsafe?

tags/warnings: overstimulation (not the sexy kind), reader is implied to be neurodivergent, soft!lip, college!lip and reader, pining

a/n: sorry I got a bit carried away LMAO. tysm for ur request I enjoyed writing this a lot.

(fic btc)

Your friends had invited you to some frat party and you made the mistake of agreeing to go. 

The music wasn’t your vibe, the beer was sub-par, and your friends ended up ditching you. At one point you went to go to the bathroom to find that they basically left without you. 

Some fucking friends, you thought. You can’t say you were surprised, though. In all honesty, you only went because you had nothing else to do. Anything to procrastinate on your schoolwork during a Friday night, you thought.

Suddenly, the music started getting louder, as if someone was fiddling with the volume. The crowd of people seemed to get more congested by the minute; strangers shoving past you in a drunken haze. You felt like too much was happening at once. You need to fuck out of there.

You didn’t even have that much to drink but suddenly the room felt like it was spinning. Too many people. Too much noise. Too many flashes of lights. Your sense felt like they were in overdrive.

You skin practically burned as bodies pressed against you. You frantically begin searching for your friends. Your calls to them proved fickle as it was drowned out by the music and clamoring of people. 

You knew it was coming again right when you felt your breath catch in your throat. You need to get the fuck out.

You pushed your way through the crowd, each contact with a stranger burning through your skin. You hated how easily overwhelmed you got in situations like this. More importantly you hated your friends for ditching you.

You all but flopped down on the steps outside, trying to calm yourself. You knew you wanted to go home, but didn’t bring a car. Uber was too expensive at this hour, not to mention.

An idea popped in your head. If it were any other day and you weren’t tipsy and overstimulated, you would think of it as crazy. He was studying for an important exam, you knew that.

The urge got the best of you, however, and you were quickly fumbling through your phone. You paused at his contact: Lip Gallagher. The guy you were hooking up with. 

Did this seem clingy? Probably. Was he busy? Yeah. But something deep down inside you. You didn’t know why. You didn’t think you wanted to know why. What you had with Lip was casual, nothing more. You didn’t dare to open those can of worms.

The abrupt cut off of the dial tone causes your stomach to clench. You couldn’t back out now. 

You sighed, realizing you were probably making a big deal out of nothing. Regardless, you needed an out. 

“Yo?”

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. You hated how much you needed to heat his voice. God, you felt pathetic. You swallowed your pride and willed yourself to choke out a few words, trying to bury the sensory overload that lingered.

“Lip?”

You mentally kicked yourself for that question. Obviously it was Lip. Before he had a chance to reply, you introjected with a shaky voice.

“C-can you p-please come get m-me?”

You cringe at how your voice trembles. Your right hand begins to fidget at the fabric of your shirt.

“Hey, woah. Is everything okay?”

You want to cry at how soft his voice is, something you’ve rarely heard but want to keep hearing. It feels like a warm blanket being wrapped around your body.

“My friends—“, you begin to pinch the bridge of your nose and try to calm down.

“They ditched me, I think. I just want to get out of here”

You feel you sound like a whiny kid. You go to choke out frantic apologizes before Lip shushes you softly, reassuring you that it was okay and he didn’t mind. He didn’t miss the worry and care in his voice, and told yourself not to think about it too deeply.

“I’ll be there shortly, just hang in there, okay?”

He stays on the phone with you, the comfortable silence helping you relax. You stay slouched on the stairs, the sounds of the party a background haze. 

You hang up when he arrives, the headlights of his car piercing your eyes. He’s sporting a button up over a long sleeve shirt, the sleeves bunch up by his elbows. You had to jerk away your eyes at the sight of his forearms. 

You looked down, fidgeting with your hands. He kneels down infant of you, placing a gentle hand on your shoulders. It feels warm.

“Is everything okay? Did anything else happen?”

You shake your head.

“No, just overwhelmed. Sorry”

You know you should probably offer more of an explanation, but you’re just so exhausted. Lip seems to understand, though, which makes you want to melt even more. God, why was he like this?

“Don’t apologize. ‘M sorry your buds are dicks”

You shake your head, not wanting to fret about that right now. He then stretches out a hand or you to take, helping you up. You try not to think about how protective his larger and calloused hand feels against yours.

He pulls away and you already miss the contact. You mentally curse yourself at how clingy you were being. Casual. It’s nothing more.

Your thoughts were interrupted when the hand that previously grasped yours moved to the small of your back. It was firm but gentle, guiding you to the car.

You kept trying to ignore how much your heart fluttered at that interaction. Lip Gallagher was going to be the death of you.

[cranberrymoons]

a home for the holidays

prompt: hurt/comfort (@steddieholidaydrabbles) word count: 547 rated: t notes: this is part of the future fic series! but it stands alone and is early enough in the timeline that you don't need any background info for it to make sense out of context 😇

welcome to Day 18 of the fic advent calendar – bite-sized fics posting every day during the month of december. enjoy!

It’s two weeks before Christmas when Steve’s parents tell him they’re planning to sell the house by Spring.

“It’s just that it’s losing value year over year,” his mother says one night at dinner. “And we’re only here half the time as it is, and I’m sure you’ll be wanting your own place soon now that you’re seeing someone.”

And Steve can honestly say that he hadn’t even thought about it. 

Most days it feels like enough just to survive, like it’s just one thing after the next: Starcourt and everything that happened there, Eddie and the Upside Down and Max, the overwhelm of his schoolwork now that he and Robin are both taking classes at the community college over in Muncie.

“She wants us to move in together?” Eddie asks, raising his eyebrows when Steve tells him later that night, curled up tight in Eddie’s bed in the little house he shares with Wayne. 

Steve sniffs. He’s not even really sure why he’s crying, but he's comforted by Eddie’s hand running down over his back anyway.

“That’s what she said.” 

His voice comes out quiet, a little shaky, and Eddie makes a soft shushing sound, thumbing over his jaw to angle his face up into a kiss that’s really more of a wet press of lips, salty with the tears that have tracked down Steve’s cheeks and into his mouth.

“I mean, I know I’m not great at picking up my dirty socks,” Eddie says. He rakes a hand back through Steve’s hair, pushing it out of his face. “But that’s no reason to cry.”

Steve lets out a little laugh, sad and sort of pathetic, and Eddie smiles. 

“I want to move in with you,” he says. “It’s not that.” He rubs a hand over his face, cheeks hot and flushed from crying. “Fuck, sorry.”

Eddie shakes his head. “You’re allowed to have feelings.”

Steve sniffs again as the buzz in his brain begins to quiet. He takes a shaky breath, then another.

“I don’t like change.” He stares at Eddie’s shoulder. “I just – I don’t know. It’s hard to explain.”

Eddie hums, tugging him closer so he can press a kiss to his forehead, right between his eyes. “You don’t have to explain,” he says. “You grew up in that house. It’ll be weird not having it anymore. I get it.”

“You do?” 

His voice is small, and he reaches out to pet a hand over Eddie’s hip, fingers tracing over the outline of a scar. It’s warm here, and quiet and safe and close. He feels his eyes start to go heavy as Eddie’s hand runs up over his back again, soothing him.

“I do.” Another kiss pressed to his temple, lulling Steve to sleep with the rocking motion of his breath and the soft vibration of his voice. “And we’re going to have a house and a yard and you can finally have a bedroom without that ugly fucking wallpaper.”

Steve’s too tired to argue, just smiles where his face is tucked up close under Eddie’s chin, breathing out a laugh against his skin. He feels Eddie’s lips turn up at the edges where his mouth is pressed close to his ear.

“It’s going to be great,” Eddie says. “You’ll see.”

[also on ao3]

[carolperkinsexgirlfriend]

Steddie Upside-Down AU Part 116

Part 1 Part 115

Steve’s counting the days until winter break. Something’s settled within him, now that things have been hashed out with Eddie, and he’s ditched his car and old house key. He wants to go home. But there’s a good week left of pretending to still care about schoolwork along with the rest of the seniors. 

High school, as always, is a powder keg Steve can’t wait to get out of – all it takes is a single lit match and the whole barrel’s going up in flames, taking all nearby bystanders down with it. Steve’s never been good at keeping his distance. 

Carol and Tommy used to be his crutches. They both know how to look out for the striking of the match, when to step back, and when to blow it out. They’d circle him like feral wolves protecting their fresh kill. 

Steve’s always been good at reading people’s moods, but never the room. And now that Carol’s on the fringes of the in-crowd, and Steve’s drop-kicked himself out entirely, all they’ve got left is Tommy, and he’s more likely to be holding the match.

Steve’s dressed down for gym for the first time in weeks, his doctor’s note apparently the only stay of execution he’d receive. He’s excited, is the thing. He’s not even particularly bothered by the looks the other guys are throwing him in the locker room, knows there are scars now that there weren’t the last time he was in here: most notably shiny pink burns speckled across his back.

It doesn’t matter. He wants to move.

Hargrove snorts. “I knew you were into some kinky shit, Harrington,” he drawls from across the locker room. “But this is sick, even for you.” 

Steve pulls his shirt down and slips his shoes on without untying them, ready to get out of there. It doesn’t stop Hargrove from calling after him.

“Is that what you let those freaks do when you were all tied up?”

Steve doesn’t mean to turn back, but he does, confusion taking over his higher brain functions. Hargrove’s smirking, a few of his cronies hanging on to his every word and laughing right along with him.

Hagan’s not laughing. His fists are bunched and he’s glaring at Steve, but Steve still knows him. Tommy has never been an angry guy. The anger’s always been a veneer, spread thin, to cover up something else. His hands are shaking right now, like he’s not sure whether to punch Steve or hug him. He’s sucking on his bottom lip like he wishes it was Steve’s.

Steve turns his back to him, and hears his laugh, a smack of skin. He doesn’t look back. 

There will probably always be a Steve that lives inside of him that misses Tommy Hagan. The same Steve that remembers being small in the backseat of his parent’s car and just wants the idea of them back. But, that’s the Steve of years ago from a simpler, shallower time. The Steve of now has people who love him enough to stay when things get hard.

Would Tommy ever have opened his home to Steve when he got kicked out? Would Tommy have ever walked through hell to get him back?

Soccer’s not a high-contact sport, but Hargrove sure does his best to make it one. 

Basketball skills don’t translate well to it, but there’s a certain level of athleticism that makes most hand-to-eye coordination tenible. None of which explains the way Hargrove’s foot keeps slipping when he tries to kick the ball and bashing into Steve’s shins. 

None of which explains the way his shoulder checks Steve’s with enough force to send him sprawling. Twice. 

And he keeps saying shit.

“I get why you’d let those two redheads fuck with you,” Hargrove calls, looking up and down Steve’s own body like he’s trying to picture something tawdry.  “Hell, Carol’s a tight piece of ass.”

He grins smamirly over at Hagan, either not noticing or simply not caring that Hagan’s face has dropped all its forced joviality. 

“But those kids? My sister?” he continues, still grinning like it’s funny. “What are you, some sort of pedophile?”

“I don’t know your sister, man,” Steve calls, disgust twisting in his stomach, knotting his intestines up in creative bows. 

Steve kick, kick, passes the ball around Hargrove’s weak defense, hoping Hargrove will follow the ball. He doesn’t. 

“Even worse, you let Munson in on that action?” he taunts, staring Steve down. 

Steve looks past him, watching his temporary teammate score an easy goal against a goalie who’s clearly never played a sport in his life. He doesn’t know what Hargrove’s on about, but engaging with vipers never leads anywhere good. 

It doesn’t stop him from spewing more poison. “I always knew you were a freak.” He says it like he’d rather fling a different word that starts with the letter F. 

The teacher blows his whistle at them, shouting complaints about lazing about and lollygagging, so they’re all three forced to run to the other side of the field and catch up with the rest of the game. That doesn’t stop Hargrove from running his mouth. 

“Hell, I heard all sorts of rumors about the three of you, back when you were the king. Carol, Tommy, and Steve, the inseparable trio.” Even through all the monologuing, he doesn’t even have the decency to be out of breath. 

Steve’s lived a far more sedentary life this past year, and he’s panting now, forehead tacky with sweat. But, there’s a certain level of athleticism it takes years to lose, so he still keeps up. 

“I know Carol was Tommy’s girl,” Hargrove continues, lunging around Steve to stop the ball, kicking it from foot to foot with coordinated ease. “But I heard you were taking it just as much as she was.” 

Hargrove feints left, right, scores a goal, running backward to get back on defense without turning his grinning face away from Steve’s. 

“Who would've thought King Steve was a fa–”

Tommy Hagan’s fist interrupts Hargrove’s little speech. It connects with a meaty thwack! with Hargrove’s jaw, hard enough to make his teeth clack together. 

So: powder keg, lit match, ka-boom!

“What the fuck were you just going to call me?” Hagan snarls. 

He swings again until Hargrove rolls them over and starts swinging back. Steve stares, stunned as the teacher blows his whistle and starts running. 

He can almost hear Eddie’s soapbox rant. Something about testosterone, and projection, and the homoeroticism of high school sportsball. 

Both boys are bloody and seething by the time they’re pulled apart and escorted to the principal’s office. 

He intercepts Carol at Barbara’s car after school to tell her what happened, unsurprised when she just laughs. 

“Serves him right,” she says grinning and peering into the parking lot like she might catch sight of his bloodied face. 

“Should we do something about the rumors?” he asks, whispering the last word like if someone hears it, they’ll immediately spew homophobic slurs in both of their directions.

Carol just waves her hand dismissively. “Nah, that’ll just fan the flames.” She wraps her hand around his waist and squeezes, fingers tucked proprietarily beneath his t-shirt. “Go home and this’ll all blow over by next week.”

He tells Eddie what happened on the way home.

Eddie cackles. “Of course it would happen in gym,” he says, grinning as he runs a vacant stop sign without even a rolling stop. “All that testosterone running through their bodies until they’ve just got to touch each other.”

Steve settles in to listen to his rant, delighted when he guessed most of the beats Eddie would hit just right. 

He should be surprised when Hargrove and Hagan are sitting next to each other at lunch the next day, laughing and shit-talking as if the whole school isn’t still atwitter about their all-out brawl the day before. 

He should be, but he’s not. Tommy and Carol have always been good at playing the game, and it looks like Tommy’s determined to stay on the board. 

Steve and Carol trade a commiserating lunch, and go back to their respective conversations. Tommy’s been given chance after chance to make a different choice, but he never does. Steve’s not about to light his own match for an old friend who’d never burn right along with him.

Steve counts down the days until he can go home, and stay there with Eddie, for weeks on end. Four, three, two, one. 

Home.

Part 117

[needyfreek2]

Prom Blows (Repost)

It was past 10 when Luna pulled up in front of the school she’d already graduated from. If it wasn’t for her absolute wreck of a senior sister, one would think of her as some sort of creepy college girl coming to the high school to pick up underage boys.

Roxy had called her, over an hour ago, begging her to take her home. After her date ghosted, her friends ditched, and she spilled spiked punch all over herself, Roxy had sobbed to Luna over the phone. So like the “Good Sister” she was, Luna came to her rescue.

“I’ve been waiting outside for a fucking hour where have you been?” Roxy hid her tears behind a veil of aggression.

“Sorry, sorry. I was busy.”

“With what? You don’t have a life.” Roxy retorted. She wasn’t fully wrong. Ever since Luna went off to college, she hadn’t done much aside from going to class in the morning, doing homework when she got back, and sleeping. Even on weekends, Luna was more likely to go study at the library rather than do anything fun. It was the first time in years that Roxy was well and truly alone at home. Their mom was usually working late at the hospital, and their dad didn’t even bother to write letters anymore. Roxy had a couple of friends, and the pretty privilege to get asked out every so often, but it never felt as fulfilling as her relationship with Luna. At least, that’s how it was. 

Luna had started college this year. Too poor to get into one of the nicer schools she wanted to, she had to settle for community college and living at home. It was nice to have a free place to stay, but it was starting to get tiring in sophomore year of high school. This town has a way of wearing down the people who get stuck here.

“I’ve got an essay due tomorrow.” That’s all she ever talked about. Schoolwork.

Roxy didn’t respond, she just looked out the window and tried her best to hold back her tears.

“So, what happened?” Luna was the first to break the silence.

“My date didn’t show up, he was off fucking one of my friends in the bathroom. Then my friends ditched me. Fucking whores.”

“Roxy…” Luna sighed.

”They are! Don’t take their side dipshit-”

“No, I'm just sorry. That blows.” 

Roxy blinked a couple times, taken aback at her sister’s sudden approval. She half expected her to call it “Teen Girl Bullshit” and move on but not this time.

“Yeah, I- It sucks.” Roxy leaned back to get comfortable. “I got all dressed up and pretty for him…” She fidgeted with her tight, deep red velvet dress. It was a beautiful dress, form fitting, a perfect color for Roxy. When Luna glanced over, she couldn’t help that his eyes wandered to her prominent cleavage. In most outfits she wore, Roxy’s chest seemed much smaller. She wasn’t modest by any means, but she clearly put in the work to draw attention to where she wanted. It even worked on her sister. Luna’s eyes flashed back to the road. She knew how gross it was to think of her own sister in that way, to objectify her like that. 

But she couldn’t help it. Roxy was beautiful. Long black hair that poured down her back like a dark cascade, a back now exposed by the dress. Silky smooth, pale skin, perfectly slender and clean. The way her body curved, her hips, thighs, chest, almost like a doll with how precise it was. Luna hated that time and time again, she found herself staring, whenever Roxy wasn’t looking. When Luna would be on her laptop in the kitchen and Roxy would come in for a snack, bending over to get something from the lower sections of the fridge. The way her shorts would ride up, exposing the slightest bit of Roxy’s panties underneath… Or when they watched a movie together, Roxy would lay her legs over Luna’s and she could barely focus on what was happening on the screen. 

The worst part is that she wondered if she did it on purpose. Just to get a rise out of her.

Gross. Don’t think like that.

“So what now?” Luna asked quietly.

“I don’t know… I kind of just want to get out of this dress.”

“You don’t want to stop for ice cream first?” Luna smiled at her sister. Roxy just shook her head and watched the cars go by. Luna sighed. “I think you look very pretty, Roxy.”

Roxy turned to her.

“You do?” She asked, pleading for reassurance.

“Yeah… It’s a nice dress.”

“So you think the dress is pretty. Not me.” Roxy rolled her eyes.

“No, I think you’re pretty. The dress just… uh- helps.” Luna had a hard time concealing her blush. Disgusting that she would get that way over her own sister.

“You’re just saying that because you’re my sister.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’re just trying to make me feel better, you don’t actually think I'm pretty.” Roxy sunk deeper into the seat.

“No, I really-“ Luna stopped herself. “You’re the most beautiful girl I know, Roxy. And if the people at your school don’t see that they’re dumbasses, ok?” Roxy looked out the window again. “I really mean it, Rox. Anyone would be lucky to be with you. You’re smart, witty, you have good taste, you’re the nicest person at that shit show of a school. You’re hot- uh- from a like- from an unbiased perspective I mean.” Luna covered her mouth in a vain attempt to conceal her blush. “Look, I just mean that you’re… you’re so much better than all of them. They don’t deserve you.”

Roxy still didn’t look back. 

Luna brought the car to the side of the road by an old park the two used to play at. It was empty, that late at night. A place that once brought the two so much joy, now a reminder of their distance. 

“Why are we-“ Roxy was cut off by Luna’s hand, taking her arm.

“Roxy…” Her grip was soft, reassuring more than anything else. Roxy finally looked back. “I need you to know that you are the most amazing, beautiful, incredible girl I have ever met. Anyone, and I mean anyone, would be lucky to have a go out with you. They blew their shot, don’t get hung up on them. Ok?” Then that smile, that stupid beautiful smile of hers. Roxy couldn’t stand that look, when Luna was so close to tears, and yet looked so loving and… pretty, damn it. 

And that’s the point where Roxy decided to go for it.

“Fine… you’re right. But I still didn’t get kissed… or laid. And fuck i was really banking on getting laid tonight.” 

Luna blushed a bit, but laughed the comment off, saying something incredibly stupid as she did. 

“I’d kiss you, if I weren’t your sister.” Luna joked, sort of… 

“You’d kiss me?”

Luna panicked, she hadn’t realized she said that out loud. “Oh! I just mean that- I mean- It’s not-“ Luna realized just how fucked she was, hoping that the little bit of alcohol in Roxy’s system would allow her to forget the massive fucking blunder Luna had made. “We should get going!” Luna went to take the car out of park but was surprised to find Roxy’s hand placed gently on hers.

“W-Wait… Please.” Roxy gave a pleading look to Luna that made her hesitate. “You… you would kiss me? Even when I’m this much of a mess?”

“I mean- I- Roxy I’m your sister it’s not like-“ Luna tried to save herself, but Roxy wasn’t content to let her go so easily. 

“You mean you don’t want to?” Roxy asked, red in the face.

Luna paused. Fuck.

“I don’t- we can’t. We’re sisters… I wouldn’t- I would never even think about-“

“What if I wanted you to?” Roxy’s hand had traveled to her sister’s shoulder now. Luna could hardly think, much less string together words to make a coherent sentence. “It wouldn’t mean anything, but… Would it really be so bad? Just one?”

Luna realized she wasn’t breathing.

“Wait, you’re being serious?” Luna muttered, Roxy nodded. 

“Just… don’t make a weird thing out of it ok? It’s just a kiss.” 

Luna checked to make sure no one was around, thank god for that. Taking a deep breath, Luna turned back to her sister.

“So…” Luna tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and pushed up her glasses. Her hands were shaking. Roxy noticed, and took her sister’s hands in her own.

“It’s OK, Luna… don’t be so nervous. I’m your sister, I won’t judge.” She gave her such a sweet smile. With that last bit of encouragement, Luna nodded and leaned toward Roxy ever so slightly. Roxy caught her breath and moved in. For a while the two were too nervous to breach the gap, a comfortable distance kept between their lips. Then, with sudden eagerness and impatience, Roxy shot forward and locked lips with Luna. The suddenness of the kiss caused Luna to inhale sharply and jump in her seat. 

The kiss itself was amazing, the best either had ever experienced. Luna’s face was warm, blushing so hard her glasses could have fogged up. Roxy moved her hands to her sister’s red face, holding her tightly. Absent-mindedly, Luna started to slip her tongue into Roxy’s mouth, a gesture she was more than happy to reciprocate. Without realizing it, Roxy’s hand fell to Luna’s thigh, and inched closer to her crotch until-

“Oh-!” Roxy pulled away. Luna blinked twice, recollecting her thoughts before turning away, abashedly covering her face with one hand and her crotch with the other.

“Fuck, i- im so sorry- i don’t know what happened.” Luna did her best to conceal the very obvious erection trying to escape her jeans. “I haven’t been able to- and yknow i’m just- Fuck, sorry!” 

“No no- it’s ok Luna… Really. I take it, you liked that?” Roxy was blushing just as much, if not harder than Luna.

Luna didn’t respond.

“Luna?”

“I’m sorry. I’m so gross.” Luna hid her face in her hands.

“What? No, it’s ok. Really!” Roxy leaned back in and caressed her sister’s arm. “I get it, you’re excited. I- I am too.” 

“Excited?” Luna removed her hands from her face.

“Yeah I mean, I assume that’s what that means.”

“No no, you’re excited?” A million terrible thoughts went through Luna’s mind.

“Well…” Roxy turned toward the window, blushing. “You’re not the only one who’s been… pent up.” She cleared her throat. “I’m- I’m a little wet right now… Well, more than a little.”

The sisters stared at each other in silence for what felt like ages. 

“I know…. it’s gross isn’t it?” Roxy tried to laugh it off.

“No! Not at all!” Luna grabbed Roxy’s shoulders. “Uh- Well I guess it sort of is… I mean we’re sisters and all, but-“

“But…?” Roxy placed her hand onto Luna’s as it held tight to her shoulder. 

“Uh- People get like this all the time? It’s fine, we’ll take care of it when we get home.”

“We!?” Roxy was both excited and mortified.

“I mean seperately! In separate rooms! Touching ourselves- not- fuck.” Luna tried desperately to hide her fucked up desires in this moment. Roxy didn’t even try to hide her disappointment. “Wh- what?” Luna asked.

“Just- I don’t know… It’s easier with help.” 

“Huh…” Luna went brain-dead. 

“Like you’ve been with girls before! Just this one time, I swear! I won’t ever bring it up again. I just need help right now.”

Luna fully realized what her sister was asking her to do.

“Are you being for real?”

“Y-yes.” There was that awkwardness again. She was too cute to resist like this.

“So you want me to…” Luna’s fingers drifted to the hem of Roxy’s dress. Roxy turned away as she slowly lifted it to reveal her now damp white panties. Luna gasped, completely unable to pull herself together now.

“Please just- do it already.”

Luna nodded, though Roxy refused to look. Slowly, gently, carefully, Luna pulled her sister’s panties down to her shins. Now, her glistening cunt was bare and Luna saw the full lengths of what she had done to her sister with just a simple kiss. 

“F-Wow, you’re really wet, sis.” As soon as it came out of her mouth, she realized how disgusting it sounded. But that didn’t matter anymore, all that did, was Luna being here for her sister.

Luna teased Roxy’s slit, tracing her fingers across it and lightly touching her clit. The full weight of the action, Luna fingering her sister, wouldn’t quite break through to her until she had already slipped two fingers inside. Roxy, who up until this point had been lightly releasing quiet pleasured breaths, let out a full moan. The sound was intoxicating to Luna, she’d fantasized about hearing it for so long, it almost didn’t seem real.

“Fuck…” Luna sighed. Roxy let her head fall back as her breaths became staggered and harsh. The two tried not to look each other in the eyes as Luna spoke once again. “Is this ok?”

Roxy nodded, unable to speak at this point. Luna kept going, now being able to smell just how worked up Roxy had gotten. Luna’s pointer and index were now lodged deeply within her sister’s pussy, awkwardly curling and shifting inside of her.

Roxy let out a quiet whimper and covered her mouth with her hands, ashamed that she was being so loud for her sister of all people.

Luna pulled Roxy closer, maneuvering so that she could better reach from behind, though the position was awkward and uncomfortable.

“Luna~” Roxy whispered through strained whimpers as her sister fingered her from behind, her arms wrapped tightly around her waist. Roxy wrapped her own arm around Luna’s neck and stared up into her eyes. Finally, the two made eye contact, face to face, mere centimeters apart. 

That’s when the reason they had avoided direct eye contact became clear…

The two of them kissed once again, a deep, sloppy, passionate kiss. Roxy couldn’t help but moan as they exchanged saliva, their tongues writhing around each others’ mouths.

“R-Roxy~ Please… I can’t do this.”

”What? Why?” Roxy broke from her sister’s grasp, pouting.

”I’m i- I’m too hard… do you think you could-”

Without a second thought, Roxy started unzipping Luna’s jeans. Feeling her older sister’s hard cock beneath her tight satin panties drove Roxy crazy. Luna too was losing her mind, shaking uncontrollably as her nerves took hold. Having a girl, her sister no less, touch her in such an intimate way—

The thought was interrupted by the warm, wet sensation of Roxy’s tongue tracing the length of Luna’s cock. 

Luna whimpered as Roxy fit her dick into her mouth. The taste was unlike anything she’d ever experienced, Roxy could hardly think of anything else as she took the entirety of her sister’s dick down her throat.

Luna arched her back, grabbing the steering wheel for support, shaking and blushing furiously.

“Oh my god… Roxy, please~ please don’t stop.” Luna whispered.

Roxy looked up into her sister’s eyes as she pleaded. She looked so pretty from down there. 

It didn’t take long for Luna to finish. She filled her sister’s mouth with hot cum, so much it dripped from Roxy’s lips as she pulled off Luna’s dick. Luna loudly moaned, no longer able to contain herself.

Luna fell back into her seat, still hard as she shouldn’t have been. Unsatisfied, Roxy pulled her panties fully off and climbed on top of Luna. 

“Wait- Wait no!” Luna didn’t really want it to stop, but she knew if she let this happen, there really would be no going back. It was too late though…

Luna’s leaking tip disappeared into Roxy’s slick opening. Slowly, the rest of Luna’s dick entered her sister’s pussy.

“Luna~” Roxy moaned into her ear as she wrapped her arms around her neck tightly. The two sat in each other’s embrace for what felt like an eternity. 

After enough time had passed for the sisters to move past the initial sin, they made the final decision to keep going no matter how wrong it was. 

Roxy rose up slowly and slammed back down, her ass slapping against Luna’s thighs over and over. 

Roxy’s dress rose up high enough now that Luna could see the mess she had made of her sister. Wet, glistening in the light of the street lamps, freshly shaven too… 

“Roxy~” Luna muttered her lover’s name between whimpered moans. 

“Luna~” The two kissed once again. A deeper, more passionate kiss than either had ever given anyone else, like they had saved it specially for this moment. They moaned into each others’ mouths, taken by their shared euphoria. When Roxy rose, Luna pulled back. When Luna pushed deeper, Roxy buried her sister’s dick as deep inside her as she could muster without breaking. 

“Roxy~ I’m going to cum again~ I can’t~”

“Shhh…” Roxy placed a finger to Luna’s lips. “I know… me too.” She could hardly get the words out. “Let’s do it together… ok~?”

Luna nodded. The two increased their pace. Up and down, back and forth, over and over. Luna felt herself building to another climax, this time trapped inside her sister, when—

The two came together, screaming out each other’s names as they felt their minds go blank for one brief moment of pure ecstasy. 

Roxy fell on top of Luna, both of them breathed heavily. They didn’t move for a full minute.

“A-are you ok?” Luna whispered. “Was that ok?”

“Yes!” Roxy stammered quietly. “It was amazing, Luna.” She hugged her sister close. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Roxy.” Luna watched as Roxy rose from her cock, letting their shared liquids spill out onto it. 

“Thank you.” Roxy embarrassingly stumbled back into the passenger seat. Luna pulled her pants back up and Roxy did her best to clean herself up with the tissues in the glove compartment. The two drove home, not a single word exchanged between them. 

When they finally arrived, their mother still working late into the night, they returned to their separate rooms-

It wasn’t thirty minutes after they got back that Roxy snuck into Luna’s room to continue what they had started in the car…

[taikk0]

PART 1 OF TAIKKO HATES HIS SENIOR ART COURSE AND WANTS TO RANT ABOUT IT ON TUMBLR <3

Hey guys, you may have noticed how art and animations have recently been slowing down. So I'm gonna vent out my frustrations for a lil bit to explain why because I need the world to know that there is hate in my heart :D

Outside of my HOUSE LEAKING causing major disruptions to my workflow both for personal and academic work,

Lately I've been going through insane crunch in order to meet my deadlines lately. This October has been very busy, I have the spreadsheet to prove it.

and I don't care if some terms on here reveals what school I go to, I think I deserve to make it fucking obvious with how poor this institution is. and personally, I don't think they're gonna file for defamation on some random 17 year old on Tumblr. If you know, you know.

See 👆 I got so busy I had to put cleaning my unkept room in the schedule because I was neglecting it so bad with how much work I had to do this month. 💀

My personal life away from academics is very busy, I'm often helping my family with our local business away from my computer. Which becomes a PROBLEM when time itself is a luxury I don't have very often. I don't always have the time to do my schoolwork when I come home, I don't always have the time to make art. So, in turn, I crunch at midnight. Adding commissions on top of that to help rack in extra money for personal expenses, to help support my family, and for any possible emergency expenses. It's a lot to handle.

This problem is then made even worse by how PERMANENTLY DAMAGING the pandemic was. I am a firm believer that if the pandemic never happened, schools wouldn't have switched to this shitty method of administering schoolwork. Not everyone comes home from school and immediately checks the schools shitty half assed broken website to do MORE schoolwork after they have already left school premises. I'm not the only person with this problem, TONS of other students have missed so many assigned tasks. So much so that the teacher announcing missing schoolwork to whichever student in front of the class and reminding everyone of their missing work is standard practice.

I don't want to come off as a petty student who wants all my work handed to me, but I really think that nowadays not many teachers put in the effort to make sure to announce projects for the class anymore.

WHICH BRINGS ME TO MY NEXT POINT. our art teacher is such a bundle of joy (LYING) she is so professional (INCORRECT BUZZER) and establishes boundaries between her and her students (RED ALARM SOUND) and is such a talented and proficient artist that I'm glad she became our art teacher (FIRE AND SCREAMING SOUND EFFECTS) and she knows how to teach her students well (SKIN PEELING OFF AS WE SPEAK) and is very considerate of production pipelines (FULL AUTO RIFLE AND HELICOPTER WHIRRING)

I don't like her.

She has done. A lot of questionable stuff, y'now, just as a person, but right now I wanna talk about her as a teacher.

SHE IS NOT GOOD AT IT.

Now I don't mean she doesn't explain things well or her methods are convoluted, I mean SHE DOES NOT DO HER JOB AT ALL.

She quite literally almost every time; either meets us in the classroom and says she has a meeting to go to and leaves us with no assigned task, or, she actually does stay in the classroom,

but doesn't teach us at all.

Hell, she makes the STUDENTS teach, not even in a report kind of way she just tells that student to sit in front with her, she shows them the presentation she was supposed to discuss, and makes THE STUDENT DISCUSS THE LESSON TO THEIR PEERS INSTEAD.

And even then there is a secret third option. She stays, and assigns us work.

However.

The work is a practical application of a lesson she did not teach the class.

For example, "Your assignment for today is to animate a pendulum swinging left to right on this program!"

Two problems.

None of the students are knowledgeable in the program because she never even tried to learn it in order to teach us.

She never taught us the animation principles.

The pendulum assignment requires knowledge of ease-ins and ease-outs, as well as the use of arcs and possibly timing charts.

My peers knew none of that in order to perform the task effectively.

Our teacher response to that? is to be so unfairly critical. The only reason why her students are failing, is because of her. She fails students for not making an appealing animation BECAUSE she never taught them how to in the first place.

Her grading is very biased and rooted in personal preference rather than a solid understanding of the principles, not even adding notes on what to improve upon.

I GOT A 100% ON AN ANIMATION EXAM, WITH THE SHITTIEST OUTPUT EVER. Like, If i actually went to art school and passed that as our exam, I would get such a low score.

We were told to animate a 10 second clip, no other instructions. Here was my output

THIS DID NOT DESERVE A 100%. it was rushed and I cut a lot of corners in order for it to be done on time. Just the fact that she considered this to have no flaws or room for improvement is telling. I know I should be thankful for a perfect score, but essentially saying that THIS is good enough shows that she has no idea what she's doing and I'm afraid that most likely I am going to walk away from senior high with no new information and being bombarded with skills I didn't learn beforehand when I'm in college.

In an art school I know what I'm signing up for, I want that crunch and that pressure to improve to be WARRANTED. I don't feel that drive to make artwork and animations (for academics) that I am proud of and want to put effort into for a passing grade. Instead I am simply doing the bare minimum with very little time to do so, so I just end up making shitty work that is "good enough" because the environment is made so mediocre by our art teacher.

You know what's more?

SHE IS NOT AN ART MAJOR.

SHE MAJORED IN INFORMATION TECHNOLOGY.

That is my rant for now. I'm thinking of doing three more entries. talking about how shitty the school is in of itself with very poor management as a PRIVATE SCHOOL, our art teacher is a WHOLE can of worms, and our current thesis film.

Right now I just want to focus on finishing all my commissions and then I can focus solely on rough animation on my student film. 👍 I currently have like, four fully rendered pieces lololol

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Part Time Soulmate, Full Time Problem

Advent Calendar Day 3! (prompts by @raven-cincaide-words) Today’s prompts: Hats, Gloves or Scarves | Boyfriend/ Girlfriend | Fight  Fandom: The Raven Cycle - Pairing: Pynch 1.1k[Ao3]

“You can’t just turn off the wifi when I’m not paying attention to you!”

“I didn’t fucking do it on purpose! I was asleep!”

“Yeah, dreaming about what a horrible neglectful boyfriend I am.”

“Man, don’t pull that shit. You were busy with homework so I took a fucking nap and in my dream the wifi was out. That’s not even a you dream – that’s a dream I have a lot!”

“But was I in your dream?”

Ronan made a noise that Adam took to mean. ‘Yeah, well, you usually are.’ Adam rolled his eyes.

“I came home early. I’m doing my schoolwork from the barns. I had to get special permission from my professors. I don’t get why that’s not enough for you.

“It is enough for me!” Ronan said. “I’m so fucking happy you’re here!”

“Great. So take another nap and dream the wifi back on.”

Before Ronan could say anything else, Adam stormed outside. He was pissed because he was going to lose momentum on his work. He was pissed because he was in the zone on this work, projected to finish earlier than expected, and now he was completely throwing off his schedule. He was pissed because he wanted to be done working so he could laze around and spend time with Ronan and do all the fun Christmas things Ronan loved and he didn’t get why Ronan couldn’t just let him work so he could do that?!

He walked out into the field behind the barns, the ground hard from cold but thankfully dry. He thought about walking all the way home – he’d done it before. But then he remembered this was his home and how annoying it is to love someone so much that you give up the only place you can hide from them.

He trekked down to the little watering hole he and Ronan had built the summer before college. It hadn’t been cold enough for long enough yet that it could freeze but Ronan had at some point built a little bench next to it. Maybe to watch ducks. Maybe to catch your breath. Maybe just to stare at the muddy wet hole in the ground.

He sat on the bench and did that, trying to hold onto his anger. It was much harder to hold onto, now. Anger. He’d gotten too used to being happy.

But he wanted to be angry. If he wasn’t angry he’d just stormed out of a nice warm house with a nice loving boyfriend for no reason. And that was stupid and Adam wasn’t stupid.

And now his fucking hands hurt because it was cold as shit outside and of course he didn’t grab gloves or a scarf or a–

A knit hat was pulled violently over his ears, completely disorienting him.

“What the fu–”

“Shut up,” Ronan said, grabbing Adam’s hands and shoving them into mittens. “You’re gonna not want frostbite when you’re done being pissy.”

Adam snorted, meanly. “What, you’re not gonna dream me a frostbite cure?”

“Would you even take it if I did?”

“I’m taking the hat and the gloves.” Ronan threw a scarf around his neck. “And a scarf, apparently. I’m not an idiot – I don’t want frostbite.”

“So come inside.”

“No.”

Ronan rolled his eyes but shoved the ends of Adam’s scarf into the neck of his hoodie, keeping the fabric tight against his face. He was, annoyingly, instantly warmer.

Adam grunted, shoving his mittened hands in his hoodie pocket and slumping further on the bench. Ronan collapsed next to him, leaning his weight (and his warmth) against Adam’s side. Adam let him. 

“There’s probably more productive things you could be doing besides pouting,” Ronan said, shittily. “Pretty sure there’s a shit ton of laundry you brought home that I know you haven’t fucking started yet.”

“I did start my laundry. Same day I got here.”

“So it’s just been sitting wet in the washer. Gross.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, did you need the machine? You should have said something instead of wearing the same dirty henley for the last three days.”

“This is a different dirty henley since the last one got cum on it, actually.”

“And whose fault was that?”

“Your fault, your cum.”

“Your hand, your shitty aim.”

“Well maybe if you’d lasted longer–”

“Oh fuck you.”

Ronan’s head had migrated to Adam’s shoulder and Adam’s hand was tucked into Ronan’s jacket. They were also holding hands now.

“We can go back inside instead of freezing our nuts off and you can put your shit in the dryer,” Ronan offered. “I’ll make lunch.”

“You can’t make lunch, I still haven’t done the dishes from last night.”

“I did ‘em this morning.”

“What the fuck Ronan? It was my turn,”

“And I didn’t want to wait for your ass to clean my favorite knife. She needs special treatment.”

“You can dream yourself a self-cleaning knife.”

“Any knife I dream won’t come with a Gordon Ramsey seal of approval.”

“You can dream a Gordon Ramsey to approve it.”

“I already have a Gordon Ramsey approved knife and I can wash it my goddamned self. I still have human hands.”

“It wasn’t your human hands’ turn.”

“Well your human hands were busy doing schoolwork things and the sooner you finish with that the sooner they can be doing better things to my other human parts.”

Adam smiled, rubbing his cheek against the top of Ronan’s head.

“You should do my laundry then, too,” Adam said, kissing Ronan’s stubbly hair. “When we go back inside.”

“I thought you were doing laundry and I was making lunch?”

Adam rolled his eyes. “We are. But the wifi will come back and I’ll have to go back to work and someone will need to fold the laundry and I would do it but once I’m done with work, there’s other stuff I’d much rather be doing.”

Ronan tilted his head back to leer up at him. “Am I stuff?”

Adam leered back. “You’re stuff.”

Ronan tilted his chin up to kiss him and Adam kissed him back. Ronan’s hand reached for the back of Adam’s neck and Adam shrieked and pulled back.

“God damn your hands are cold.”

Ronan grinned, wiggling his fingers at Adam, menacingly. “So can we get the fuck back inside?”

Adam laughed. “Yeah let’s go back inside.”

They continued to bicker on the way back to the house but Adam let Ronan share his mittens. They were big enough to hold hands in.

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Always The Babysitter - Chapter Twelve: Will the Wise

Author: @harringtonstilinski​ Characters: Steve Harrington x Olivia Henderson(OC) (eventually) Word Count: 2,271 Warnings:  fluff, lil' bit of angst, maybe a phrase we're gonna see in the future? 👀, dart... eating mews Smut: no | yes; A/N:��Hi, friends! We've got more fluff in this episode!! What do we think about Steve & Olivia's friendship? Remember, if you like this chapter, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

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Hopper ended up taking me back to the station, where I biked home when my shift was over. He told me on the way that I couldn’t see her because it was dangerous- the same thing he told me the night before.

I understood and went home when my shift was done, seeing Dustin home as well. We hung out that night, watching tv with our mom before we had to take our showers and go to bed.

Mom said she needed the car again for errands today since she didn’t get all of them done yesterday, which was fine because when I stepped outside after Dustin turned onto the street, Steve was pulling into my driveway.

I didn’t have to do an early shift at the station, so we went straight to school, talking about anything and everything again. I told him about the pumpkins and how they were all rotting for no apparent reason.

We walked into the school together, laughing about something he’d said. Our first periods were next to each other, so we parted ways for an hour before we stopped by my second period, where my teacher was holding my assignments for the day, then went to the gym where I sat in my usual spot on the bleachers and got to work on my schoolwork before the boys played Shirts vs Skins again.

I watched as Steve tried to keep Billy from getting the ball, only for Billy’s teammate to throw it to him, Steve trying to knock the ball away from Billy, who ended up pushing Steve away a little to dribble the ball.

“Alright!” Billy said. “Alright, alright!” Gesturing towards Steve, he said, “King Steve! King Steve, everyone. And his lovely Queen behind him!”

I rolled my eyes at his words. All I wanted to do was come out of the bleachers to pummel his face in.

“I like it,” Billy added. “Playing tough today.”

“Jesus! Do you ever stop talking, man? Come on!” Steve said.

Billy laughed before saying, “What? You afraid the coach is gonna bench you now that I’m here? Huh? Or are you afraid your Queen is gonna go for a real man?” He shouldered Steve, making a basket before looking at me and winking.

“Ew,” I muttered. 

“What?” he asked.

“I think I threw up in my mouth a little,” I sighed. “Watch your fucking back, Hargrove.”

He chuckled and turned around, bending down to help Steve up, but instead stopped about halfway and said, “You were moving your feet. Plant them next time, draw a charge,” before pushing him back down to the ground.

Again, red. All I saw. I leapt out of the bleachers so fast, I didn’t even register Steve getting up and putting his arms around my waist, putting my back against his front.

“Let go, Steve,” I said, struggling to get out of his hold.

“No.”

“Let. Me. Go.”

“No.”

“Aw, come on, Harrington,” Billy said. “Let her see what a real man is all about.”

I struggled even more against Steve, but stopped when the coach blew his whistle, calling my name. I looked his way when he blew the whistle again, telling his team to go hit the showers.

Steve told me to wait in my spot, and not talk to Billy, no matter what he says to me. I sighed and nodded, telling him not to take too long.

I went back to doing my schoolwork when the last bell rang for the next class, but I just stayed put, not caring about going to class. I definitely wanted to leave when I heard Billy say, “Especially that one.”

I looked up, seeing him looking at me with a smile that I’m sure would get a lot of girls out here wet, but not me.

Tommy H. said something that I really didn’t need to comprehend as I heard their sneakers on the gym floor.

“Ready?” Steve asked, standing by the bleachers a couple minutes later.

I got down, shouldering my bag. “I really don’t want to be here anymore. I just… I wanna go to the station to get my hours in and go home to soak in a nice, hot bubble bath.”

He put his arm around me as I took a deep breath. “It’ll be fine. Just ignore him.”

I gasped. “I have an idea. I just go to the front office and tell them that Hop needs me early today and that I need to get there right away! Problem solved!”

Steve laughed, but agreed. Surprisingly, the administrators believed the hell out of me, which made Steve and I laugh once we got in the car. 

“I cannot believe that worked,” I laughed as Steve was backing out of his spot.

He shook his head, a smile on his face as he put the car in drive and drove off to the station. 

“Thanks for taking me around,” I said. “Since Mom’s been needing the car here lately.”

“It’s no problem,” Steve replied. “I enjoy it. Really.”

I smiled and looked out the window. If I don’t get these feelings under control, I might just kiss him stupid.

~~~

Hopper wasn’t at the station when Steve dropped me off. I asked Flo where he was, and she told me that he was probably at the Byers house. Groaning, I walked back outside, Steve’s car a block away. He was stopped a light, which I thanked the universe for. I got it in and scared him half to death.

“Geez–”

“I need you to take me to the Byers,” I rushed. “Hop’s there.”

He nodded and took the next turn to drive to the Byers home. The drive was silent, but it was a comfortable silence. When we got there, I thanked him and kissed his cheek, something I hadn’t realized I’d done until I got halfway to the door.

The front door was open, and cold inside the house. “Hello?” “Olivia?” Joyce said. She came around the corner. “Aren’t you supposed to be at school?”

“Y-yeah,” I stuttered. “But I was having some rage issues towards another student– what’s going on?” 

“Come on,” she said, giving me the come here motion with her hand.

I followed her to Will’s room, the boy just sitting there facing the window. “What’s wrong with him?” I whispered.

“Will, honey, Olivia’s here to visit,” Joyce said.

At his non-response, Joyce, Hop and I sat down next to Will on his bed, two drawings in Hop’s hands. “So this thing, this shadow thing,” Hop said. “You told your mom it likes it like this. It likes it cold?” With red rimmed eyes, Will whispered, “Yeah.” Confusion laced over my face, I asked, “How do you know that?”

“I just… know.”

Hopper looked at the drawings again before asking, “Does he talk to you?”

“No,” Will said. “It’s like… I don’t have to think. I just know things now. Things I never did before.”

Hopper got up and moved to sit in Will’s desk chair, asking, “And, uhh… what else do you know?”

“It’s hard to explain,” Will said. “It’s like old memories in the back of my head, only… they’re not my memories.”

I wanted to wrap my arm around his upper back like I used to, but feared doing it for some reason.

“I mean, I don’t think they’re old memories at all,” Will continued. “They’re… they’re now-memories, happening all at once, now.”

“Can you describe these now-memories?” Hopper asked.

“I don’t know,” Will replied after a moment. “It’s… it’s hard to explain.”

“I know it’s hard,” Joyce said. “But can you try? For us?”

With tears in his eyes, Will replied, “It’s like… they’re growing and spreading… killing.”

“The memories?”

“I don’t know.” He started crying, saying, “I’m sorry,” as he put his face in the crook of his mother’s neck. She looked around for a moment before looking me in the eyes.

“What if you draw them?” I asked. “It’ll be easier than using words.”

When he agreed, he moved to his desk to start drawing… more like scribbling. Once there were enough papers he’d tossed to the ground, we picked them up and took them into the living room, going back every so often to fetch more.

I was looking at them, more confused than ever. “I’m so fucking confused,” I whispered.

“Language,” Hopper groaned.

“This is more of the same,” Joyce said.

“Oh, it’s nothing. It’s just scribbles.” He put one page behind the others he was holding, Joyce telling him to wait before she started looking for a paper in her stack, connecting the papers together.

“Oh, my goodness,” I said, realization hitting me like a bus. “I know what he’s doing.” I ran to get more papers, waiting for both adults to give me instruction.

“Wait, what?” Hopper asked.

“All the lines connect, Hop.”

We moved the table and couch out of the way, setting the papers down on the ground. I sat on the ground on my knees, connecting each paper that was dropping to the floor. I enjoyed doing puzzles. They relaxed me a lot.

We went back to get more papers as fast as we were putting the lines together from each paper. Once we were done and had every single paper that we had taped together, we stepped back to admire the work we’d just done.

“Does this mean anything to you?” Hopper asked, before moving along the papers.

“No,” Joyce said. “Is it some sort of maze or a road? I mean, it’s sort of forking and branching like… like lightning.”

“You think it’s that storm?”

“No, the storm he drew was different,” I said. “He used red. This is all blue and some weird dirt color.”

“Maybe it’s roots,” Joyce suggested. “‘Cause remember, he was saying it was spreading–”

“Killing,” Hop and I said.

“He said they were killing,” he said. He stood there for a moment before saying, “Vines.” He turned to put his jacket and hat on while saying, “He’s drawing vines.”

When he walked out, I looked at Joyce with my arms crossed. “I was gonna say he’s drawing some sort of map, but vines is good, too.”

She chuckled before looking at her watch. “Oh, sweetie, you better go. Don’t wanna be late to start your hours.”

“I’m sure our Chief here will count towards my hours,” I said.

She gave me that look that only mothers know how to give, so I relented. “Okay. I’ll go to the station and put in my hours.”

~~~

When I walked up the driveway, I heard a bike behind me. Turning to see who it was, I smiled when it was Dustin. He didn’t acknowledge me as he passed me, but he did almost shut the door on my face when he walked in the house.

Mom was filling up Mews’ food bowl when I walked in, Dustin saying his apologizes.

“Where are you?” Mom yelled. “Mew-Mew.” She looked our way, saying, “Oh, hi, kids.”

“Hey, Mom,” we said.

“Everything okay?” 

“Yeah, everything’s fine,” Dustin said. “Yeah.”

“Livvie, how were your hours?” 

“Fine, Mama,” I smiled. “The Chief has this big case regarding the pump–”

“Liv!” Dustin yelled. 

I sighed before kissing my mom’s cheek, telling her I’d talk to her about my hours later. Dustin called my name again as I walked down the hallway, my reply being that if he didn’t shut his face, I’d take his teeth and hide them.

When I walked into his room and slid the door shut, I watched him walk to Yurtle’s tank, saying, “Dart, I’ve gotta talk to you, buddy.” He took off his hat and backpack, slinging them onto his bed. “It’s about my friend, Will.”

“Who the hell is Dart?” I asked.

“You’re about to see,” he smiled, turning to look at me. Taking a sheet off the tank, he said, “I think–” before stopping his words, the glass on the tank shattered.

“You better start explaining,” I said, coming to stand next to him.

“Liv, look.”

I looked at the slime that was dripping off the edges of the broken glass, more on the floor of the tank. “Gross.”

Dustin picked up what looked like molted skin, something a snake would shed. “What the hell?”

A roaring sound made me jump and turn around to face the other side of the room. A sound that was all too familiar.

“I swear to god, Dustin,” I whispered.

“Dart?” Dustin said. 

I saw a blood trail from about the middle of the room on the carpet to the chair sitting in the corner of the room, going over it. We looked over, my mouth instantly hanging open.

“Oh, my god. Mews,” I gasped.

The creature turned and faced us, opening its mouth and screeching. I put a hand over my mouth to keep from screaming before walking out of Dustin’s room and into mine.

“Liv, I need you to keep calm,” Dustin said, sliding my door shut. 

“Keep calm?” I exclaimed. “Keep calm? Dustin, why is there a fucking Demogorgon in the house?!” I whisper-yelled my question, not wanting to alarm our mom. “Why the hell was it eating Mews?”

“When I found him, he looked like a new species of reptile–”

“Well, he’s not! He’s from the Upside Down! Hopefully he can’t eat through wood because you’re sleeping in here tonight. Or you need to find some way to keep him contained tonight.”

It was quiet for a moment before he asked, “But he’s cute, though, right?” with a small smile on his face.

“Oh, my god.”

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Chapter three: Starting Fresh

Javier Pena x m!reader

Chapter summary:After the fight at school, Javier took Caleb to his house, ensuring he was okay. The unexpected bond between them started to form as they spent time together, and Caleb began to see Javier in a new light. The next day, Javier visited Caleb again, this time bringing notes from his classes and checking in on him. The visit wasn't just about schoolwork—there was a shift in their dynamic. They began to talk more freely, joke around, and share moments of laughter, slowly breaking the tension that had once existed between them. Despite the awkwardness of their previous encounters, both Caleb and Javier started to sense a connection that felt genuine and different from anything they had experienced before. It was the beginning of something new, and neither of them knew where it would lead.

Chapter warnings: not smut in this chapter, mansion of bruise, weed, alcohol, pain from the fight, fluff, angst

Note: I promise that the next chapter is going to have some smut in it. This chapter is more about bonding between our characters and has some fluff in it.

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I was in the back parking lot, just steps from the school’s exit. The sun was sinking behind the trees, casting long shadows across the pavement, the air thick with the heaviness of everything that had gone down. My mind was racing full of anger, confusion, frustration. I didn’t want to think about it anymore. I just wanted to get home and be alone.

But then I heard him. His voice, sharp and demanding, cut through the stillness.

"Why the hell would you do this?"

I froze, my fingers tightening around the skateboard beneath my arm. I knew it was Javier, even before I turned around. His voice had the same edge frustrated, angry, maybe a little hurt. But I didn’t care. Not right now. Not after everything that had happened.

His footsteps grew louder, and then he was there his hand gripping my arm, hard. I pulled away instinctively, but his grip stayed firm, like he was trying to hold me in place. My pulse spiked, and a fire lit up inside me, but I was too angry, too exhausted, to make sense of it.

"Let go of me!" I growled, trying to shake him off, but his hold didn’t loosen. His expression was tense, his eyes locked on mine, as if he was trying to read something in me something I didn’t want to let him see.

"Why the hell would you do this?" he asked again, his voice more forceful now, like he was trying to get through to me. "You could’ve just apologized to Jack and…"

I cut him off, my words laced with fury. "Fuck off, Javier," I spat, my voice thick with anger. "Just leave me alone."

His jaw clenched, and for a moment, he said nothing. There was something in his eyes frustration, yes, but also something else. Something I couldn’t quite name. But I didn’t care. I couldn’t care.

I turned my back to him, pushing my board under my feet and kicking off, skating away, desperate to put distance between us. I could feel his eyes on me, though. I knew he was still watching, and that pissed me off even more.

"Wait!" Javier’s voice was sharp, and it made me stop in my tracks.

I skidded to a halt, barely catching my breath. I didn’t turn around. My hands tightened around the skateboard, and my heart pounded. He wasn’t going to stop, was he?

"What is it?" I snapped, my voice harsh, angry.

He was closer now. I could hear his footsteps.

"Let me take you home," he said, his tone quiet, but there was something there something more than just concern. "You’re not in any shape to go home with this." he said, pointing at my skateboard

I finally turned, my eyes shooting daggers at him. "I don’t need you to take me home," I said coldly, trying to keep the storm of emotions at bay. "I’m fine."

He didn’t back down, though. His eyes were steady, and his voice, though softer now, was insistent. "I don’t care what you think you need. You’re not leaving like this."

I stared at him, my anger bubbling up again, but there was a flicker of something else underneath. I hated that he could read me like this. I hated that he was right. But I wasn’t about to admit it not now.

"Why?" I shot back, my voice more broken than I wanted it to be. "Why do you even care?"

There was a long silence, his expression softening just the tiniest bit. For a moment, I thought he might say something that would make me question everything. But instead, he just took a step closer, his voice low and firm.

"Because it’s not safe" he said, his gaze never leaving mine. "And because I’m not letting you go home in this state."

I felt a jolt in my chest. My stomach twisted. He was not going to let me walk away. Not now. Not ever. He wasn’t asking, and that... that threw me off more than I cared to admit.

I opened my mouth to argue, but the words wouldn’t come. I felt trapped caught between wanting to fight him off and knowing I needed to stop running.

"Just... let me take you home," he said again, quieter this time. "Please."

I didn’t know what to say, so I said nothing at all.

For a moment, we just stood there, the silence hanging heavy between us. But I couldn’t deny the tension it was palpable, thick, the air charged with something I couldn’t figure out.

"Fine," I muttered, feeling the weight of everything I was trying to avoid.

Javier’s eyes flashed, but his expression didn’t change. He nodded, and that was it. He wasn’t going to make me say more.

We both knew this wasn’t over, but for now, it was enough. And I hated that.

Javier led me toward his car, his footsteps steady and measured, while I followed behind him, my skateboard clutched tightly in my hand. The cool evening air enveloped us, shadows lengthening across the ground as the sun sank lower in the sky.

"Where do you live?" Javier asked as we reached his car. He opened the passenger door, waiting for me to get in.

I hesitated for a moment, still fuming, but finally gave him my address. I wasn’t in the mood for a fight over it. He nodded, pulling out his phone and quickly typing it into the map. The glow of the screen cast an eerie light on his face as he glanced up at me for a second before sliding the phone into the cup holder.

“Alright,” he said, starting the car and pulling away from the school parking lot. The tires hummed against the pavement, the engine a low growl that seemed to match the storm swirling inside me.

I sat in the passenger seat, my hands resting on my lap, but every bump in the road seemed to aggravate the pain in my ribs. I could feel them aching, throbbing underneath the surface, as if they were screaming at me for every breath I took. My hands were no better, the bruises from the fight already starting to form, each movement sending a jolt of pain through my knuckles.

I couldn’t focus on the road. I just stared ahead, trying to keep everything inside, trying to push the storm of emotions away, but they were impossible to ignore.

Javier, on the other hand, kept glancing at me. He didn’t say anything at first, but I knew he was watching waiting for me to break, or at least say something. I could feel his concern pressing down on me like a weight.

"You okay?" His voice was low, barely above a whisper, but the concern in it was unmistakable.

I clenched my fists tighter, feeling the burn of the fight still radiating from my bones. I didn’t answer right away, and that seemed to make Javier more tense. He glanced over again, this time his eyes narrowing slightly, almost like he could sense that something was wrong but wasn’t sure what exactly.

After a moment, he spoke again, his voice more direct this time. “That fight... You look like you’re hurting.”

I didn’t want to talk about it. I didn’t want to admit how much it hurt how much everything hurt right now. But something about the way he said it like he actually cared made my chest tighten. I knew I should have snapped at him, told him to mind his own business. But the words got stuck.

I swallowed, feeling a lump form in my throat, but I couldn’t get it out. I didn’t want him to see me like this.

I shook my head, turning slightly toward the window, trying to avoid his eyes. "I’m fine," I muttered, my voice too low to be convincing.

Javier didn’t look convinced either. He stared at me, his expression unreadable for a beat, and then he said, "Let me see your hands."

I blinked, caught off guard by the sudden request. I tightened my grip on my lap, not wanting to show him. "I’m fine," I repeated, my voice sharper than I intended.

He didn’t say anything, just kept his eyes on the road, but I could see him tense up, like he was holding back something. The car rumbled down the street, but suddenly he turned the wheel and pulled to the side of the road, the tires skidding slightly against the gravel.

"Let me see your hands," he said again, but this time, his voice was firm. It wasn’t a request it was an order.

I froze for a moment, my stomach flipping. I knew I should fight it. I should have told him to back off. But my hands... they were throbbing, my knuckles swollen and bruised. And the more I thought about it, the more I knew I couldn’t keep pretending they didn’t hurt.

Reluctantly, I held them out, palms facing up. The car’s headlights illuminated my hands, and I could see the deep purple bruises already forming. My knuckles were scraped raw, blood still fresh beneath the skin.

Javier’s face tightened as he looked at them, his jaw clenching. He glanced at me, his eyes soft but full of concern. He didn’t say anything at first just let out a slow breath.

“That’s not looking good” he said quietly, almost like he was afraid to make me feel worse. "You’re in pain, Caleb. You need to get this checked."

I pulled my hands back, my mouth going dry. I didn’t want him to see how messed up I really was. "I said I’m fine," I repeated, my voice lower this time, as if trying to convince myself.

"Caleb." His voice softened, but there was a weight behind it, something that made me stop.

I glanced at him, feeling the tension between us, the quiet pull of something I didn’t want to acknowledge.

"You can’t keep pretending you’re okay when you’re not," he said, his eyes steady on mine. "Let me help you."

I swallowed hard, not knowing how to answer. My chest felt tight, my head spinning with frustration and something else something that I didn’t want to face. I stared at him for a long beat, his hand still resting on the wheel, and I realized he wasn’t going to let this go.

And maybe I didn’t want him to.

Javier’s hand hovered for a second, like he wasn’t sure if it was okay to touch me. Then, gently, he placed a hand on my shoulder, his touch light, but grounding.

“Let’s get you home, okay?” he said quietly, like he wasn’t expecting me to argue anymore.

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. I just nodded, staring out the window, watching as the sunlight slanted through the trees, casting long shadows on the road.

Javier eased the car to a stop outside my house, the engine rumbling softly as it came to rest. The street was quiet, the only sound coming from the occasional breeze rustling through the trees. For a few moments, neither of us spoke, the tension between us settling like a thick fog in the car.

I stared out the window, the house looming ahead, the lights dim and the windows dark. It looked almost as lonely as it felt.

Finally, Javier broke the silence, his voice low. “Are your parents home?” he asked, his eyes flicking over to me.

I glanced at him, my expression flat. "I live alone," I said, the words falling from my lips easily, though the ache in my ribs made my voice sound sharper than I intended.

He blinked, clearly surprised. “You... live alone?”

I nodded, my hands resting on my lap, clenched tightly in a vain attempt to distract from the pain gnawing at my side. "Yeah. I moved out when I turned 18. Home wasn't great."

Javier was silent for a beat, his surprise giving way to something else concern, maybe, but it was hard to tell. He didn’t know how to respond, and for a moment, I was glad he didn’t try to fill the air with empty words of pity.

“I’m sorry,” he finally said, his voice gentle, almost hesitant. “I didn’t know.”

I could hear the sincerity in his voice, but I just shrugged. "It’s fine," I muttered, more to myself than him.

I grabbed the door handle, ready to step out of the car. But as soon as I shifted my weight, the pain in my ribs flared, sharp and unforgiving. I let out a small groan, unable to hold it back. My body stiffened, and I immediately cursed under my breath, hoping Javier hadn’t heard.

But of course, he had.

His head snapped toward me, eyes wide with concern. “Wait,” he said, his voice suddenly urgent. Before I could respond, he quickly got out of the car and came around to my side.

I tried to get out of the car on my own, but as soon as my foot hit the pavement, the pain hit me again. I winced and staggered slightly, clutching my side, and that’s when Javier stepped up to me.

“Let me help you,” he said, his voice low, but firm.

I looked up at him, ready to protest, but the words died in my throat when I saw the look in his eyes a mix of frustration and something softer, like he actually cared. I felt a flash of irritation at myself for even considering accepting his help, but the truth was, I needed it.

He gently placed a hand on my shoulder, guiding me away from the car, his touch surprisingly steady. He kept his hand on my back, making sure I stayed upright as I took a slow, pained step toward the door.

“You’re gonna be okay?” he asked quietly, glancing down at me.

I nodded, though it felt like a lie. “Yeah... I’ll be fine,” I muttered through gritted teeth.

He didn’t say anything else, just kept walking me toward the front steps. When we reached the door, I fumbled for my keys, my hands shaking slightly from the pain. Javier hovered by my side, watching me carefully, but he didn’t say a word.

Finally, I found my keys and unlocked the door. I hesitated for a second, glancing back at him. He stood there, hands in his pockets, waiting, but not pushing.

"Thanks," I said, my voice barely above a whisper, the weight of the afternoon pressing down on me again.

Javier just nodded, his face calm, but there was something in his eyes something that told me he wasn’t done yet. "Let me know if you need anything," he said softly.

I didn’t answer. I just stepped inside and closed the door behind me, the sound of the latch clicking feeling louder than it should have been.

For the first time in a long time, I felt like someone actually gave a damn.

But that didn’t mean I had to admit it.

A few minutes after Javier helped me inside, I heard a knock on the door. "Hey," he said when I opened it again, “I almost forgot. Here’s my number. In case you need anything.”

His hand hovered with his phone in it, his expression unreadable.

I took the phone, typing my number into his contacts before handing it back. I called myself to have his number too. Our fingers brushed for just a second, and I quickly pulled mine away, but I couldn’t help but feel the tension still lingering between us.

I got inside and closed the door behind me, the familiar silence of my empty house greeting me. My ribs throbbed with every step, and my knuckles ached like hell, but I forced myself toward the kitchen. I rummaged through the drawer, finding the bottle of painkillers I kept for days like this. I swallowed a couple dry and leaned against the counter for a moment, letting the medicine settle in.

My mind was a mess, replaying everything that had happened. Javier had been... caring? That wasn’t something I expected. What was that all about? I tried to make sense of it, but nothing added up. Why was he being so protective? Did he like me or something?

No. That couldn’t be it. It didn’t make sense. He wouldn’t... I mean, he couldn’t. He’s my teacher, for God’s sake. He’s got his life together. Why would he care about someone like me? But the way he looked at me, the way he seemed genuinely worried... it messed with my head.

As I thought about it, my eyelids grew heavier. The pain was starting to fade, and I felt my body sinking deeper into the couch. The questions swirling in my head became a blur as I started to drift off. Before I knew it, I was asleep.

The next morning, I dragged myself out of couch, my body screaming in protest. Every muscle, every bone ached. I shuffled to the bathroom, the familiar creak of the floorboards beneath me doing little to distract from the sharp pain in my ribs.

Once I reached the mirror, I winced at my reflection. My face was a mess one eye bruised dark, nearly black, and the swelling had gone down just enough to see the damage clearly. My knuckles were bruised and raw, my hands a mess of cuts and scabs, and as I touched my ribs, I could feel the tenderness there, hidden under the skin. I looked like hell.

I sighed, grabbing the bottle of painkillers off the sink and popping a couple into my mouth, swallowing them with a sharp gulp of water. It wasn’t going to make the damage disappear, but at least it would numb the worst of it for a while.

Showering was an ordeal. Every movement felt like torture, but I forced myself through it, the water barely warm enough to take the edge off the coldness in my bones. I gingerly cleaned my hands, the cuts stinging as the water hit them, and wrapped them up with some bandages, hoping it would help. At least now they didn’t look as wrecked.

After I was done, I pulled on some clothes, wincing as I stretched my arms. I moved to the kitchen, the quiet hum of the morning filling the space. I brewed some black coffee, the strong, bitter smell filling the air, offering a brief distraction from the pain in my body.

With the cup in one hand and my pack of cigarettes in the other, I made my way back to the roof. It was cold outside, a crispness in the air that bit at my skin, but I didn’t care. The cold was nothing compared to the ache that had settled deep in my bones. I took a drag from my cigarette, letting the smoke fill my lungs, the heat from the coffee warming my hands as I stared out at the horizon.

The city felt so far away from up here, almost like it didn’t matter. I drank my coffee slowly, each sip grounding me a little more. The sky was clear, but I barely noticed the sun creeping higher. All I could focus on was the way the smoke curled up into the cold air, vanishing into the nothingness above.

Time slipped away as I sat there, lost in my thoughts. I didn’t know what to feel about Javier, about the fight, about anything. It was like everything was tangled up, and I couldn’t make sense of any of it.

By the time I finally came down from the roof, it was almost noon. I blinked at the clock, realizing how much time had passed. I should have been getting things done, but instead, I’d just let the day drift by. I glanced around the living room. It was a mess, but cleaning was the last thing I wanted to do.

Still, I needed something to take my mind off everything.

I started picking up the clutter old clothes, takeout containers, things I’d ignored for way too long. It wasn’t much, but at least the place didn’t feel as chaotic anymore. The distraction helped, but not enough. My mind kept wandering back to Javier. What the hell was he doing being so nice? And why couldn’t I stop thinking about it?

As I was watching TV, the soft drone of whatever show was playing barely registering in my mind, I heard a knock on the door. My heart skipped a beat. For a second, I thought I might’ve imagined it. But then it came again steady, like someone wasn’t planning on leaving until I answered.

I stood up, my ribs protesting every movement, and shuffled to the door. When I opened it, I froze.

Javier Peña stood on my doorstep, his expression unreadable. He looked different in the daylight, more casual but still carrying that same intensity.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, my voice sharper than I intended.

His eyes flickered over me, taking in the bruises, the stiffness in my movements. "I wanted to make sure you were okay."

I didn’t know how to respond. I wasn’t okay, but I wasn’t going to admit that. Not to him. Instead, I stepped back and gestured toward the living room. “Do you want to come in?”

He hesitated for a moment, his brow furrowing slightly, before nodding. “Yeah.”

I stepped aside, letting him in. As he walked past me, the smell of his cologne lingered in the air a mix of something warm and clean. He moved into the living room, glancing around like he was trying to figure out what to say next.

I closed the door and turned to face him, my heart pounding a little too fast. There was something about him being here, in my space, that made me feel... off balance.

"Sit down if you want," I muttered, gesturing to the couch. I wasn’t sure what else to say, but there was something hanging between us, unspoken.

Javier nodded again and sat down, his hands resting on his knees as he glanced at the TV for a second before turning his attention back to me.

I stayed standing, not sure if I should sit next to him or keep my distance. There was a tension in the air that hadn’t been there before, something heavier than just concern.

"You didn’t have to come," I said after a moment, crossing my arms over my chest, trying to ignore the pull of my bruised ribs.

"I know," he said, his voice soft but steady. "But I wanted to."

I stood there, unsure whether I should offer him something. After a beat, I broke the silence. “Want some coffee or a beer?”

Javier glanced up, his gaze lingering on me for a moment before he answered. “Black coffee. No sugar.”

I raised an eyebrow, surprised. “Same here,” I said, the corner of my mouth twitching into a half-smile. I turned and walked over to the kitchen, starting the coffee maker.

A minute later, I returned with two steaming mugs. As I handed him his, our hands brushed together for a brief second. It was a small thing, but it sent a spark through my chest. We both looked up at the same time, locking eyes for a split second before quickly breaking the connection. I could feel the tension in the air, thicker than before.

Javier cleared his throat and shifted in his seat. “Uh, can I smoke inside?”

I paused, considering it. "Yeah, sure," I muttered, waving my hand toward the window. “It’s fine.”

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette. He tried to light it up, but the lighter just flickered uselessly a few times before finally dying. He let out a small, frustrated sigh.

I glanced at him, then reached into my pocket and pulled out my own lighter. "Here, let me," I said, holding it out to him.

He gave me a small, thankful smile as I leaned over and flicked the lighter on. The flame illuminated his face for a moment, and I could see the faintest crease of relief as the cigarette caught fire. He took a long drag, exhaling slowly.

"Thanks," he said quietly, looking at me with a new kind of intensity. His eyes lingered for a second too long before he looked away, focusing on the smoke curling up toward the ceiling.

I nodded, not sure what to say. Everything about this moment felt strangely intimate like we were both trying to figure out where we stood with each other, and neither of us quite knew how to start.

We sat there in the quiet, the only sound being the faint hiss of the cigarette burning and the occasional creak of the old couch as we shifted in our seats. I watched Javier take another drag, his gaze still distant, lost in the swirls of smoke as if he was searching for words but couldn't quite find them.

I took a sip of my coffee, feeling the warmth spread through me, though it did little to ease the tension that hung in the air. It was strange sitting there with him, after everything that had happened between us. The bar, the fight, the confusion. Yet here we were, sharing this moment that felt... complicated, but not uncomfortable.

Finally, Javier broke the silence, his voice low and careful. "You know... I didn’t expect this," he said, his eyes flicking toward me briefly before settling on the cigarette again. "Any of this."

I raised an eyebrow. "What, me showing up in your class? Or us sitting here, pretending this isn’t weird as hell?"

A small laugh escaped him, a genuine one, and for the first time, the tension between us cracked a little. "Both," he admitted. "Mostly, I didn’t expect to actually... care."

I blinked at him, surprised by his honesty. "Care about what?"

Javier glanced at me, and for a moment, the vulnerability in his expression caught me off guard. "About what you think of me. About... how I handled things. I’ve been trying to figure out why it even matters so much."

I looked down at my own hands, resting on my lap, bruised and bandaged. The fight, the tension, the unspoken things between us it all felt heavier now. "Maybe because you didn’t expect me to still be here," I said quietly. "And maybe I didn’t expect to care either."

He didn’t say anything right away, just took another long drag, the smoke swirling between us like a barrier neither of us could fully break through.

“Look, I get it,” he said, his voice calm but with a hint of hesitation. “That night... at the bar. I get why you reacted the way you did. But we’re not at the bar anymore, and whatever I thought back then—it’s over.”

I nodded, agreeing with what Javier said. There was a beat of silence between us before he cleared his throat and shifted slightly in his seat.

"I actually have something of yours," he added, his voice a little more casual now. He reached down, grabbing his bag, and pulled out a small stack of papers. "I asked one of your classmates to take notes for you. These are from all your classes today."

He handed me the notes, and I took them, feeling the edges of the paper between my fingers. I wasn’t expecting him to go out of his way for something like this, and for a second, I just stared at the notes in my hand.

“Thanks,” I said, my voice a bit softer than usual.

Javier nodded, his eyes meeting mine briefly before glancing away. “I figured you’d need them.”

"Thanks a lot. I don’t want to fall behind," I said, holding the notes a little tighter. Then, as if the thought had just struck him, Javier asked, “Oh, by the way, have you eaten anything?”

I shook my head, feeling a bit embarrassed. “No, I haven’t got anything in the fridge. I was going to go shopping yesterday, but, well..." I gestured toward my hands. "This happened."

Javier’s eyes flicked to my bandaged hands before he nodded, understanding. “Right, I forgot about that,” he said. Then, with a sudden, casual tone, he added, “Well, what do you want to eat? Let’s order something. It’s on me.”

I raised my hand, immediately trying to protest. “No, no. You don’t have to. It’s fine, really.”

But Javier just shook his head, not taking no for an answer. “What do you want?” he repeated, his tone more insistent but with a playful edge.

“If you pay, it’s your decision,” I said, shrugging.

Javier smirked, clearly satisfied with that answer. “Okay, fine. What about pizza?”

“Yeah, sounds good,” I agreed.

He pulled out his phone and started dialing the local pizza place. “Two pizzas, then. Do you want something to drink?” he asked, glancing at me.

“I’ve got beers,” I said, “unless you want something else.”

“Nah, beers sound fine.”

He finished placing the order, then set his phone down on the table, leaning back in his seat. The air felt lighter between us now, less tense, as if the small exchange about food had somehow smoothed over the awkwardness.

Javier glanced at me, hesitating for a moment before speaking. “Can I ask you something? You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.”

I raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. “Go ahead.”

He shifted slightly in his seat, almost like he wasn’t sure how to phrase the question. “How do you manage to afford living here? You know, the house, personal stuff... It’s just, you’re still in school, and I’ve been wondering.”

I paused, thinking about how to explain it without making it sound too complicated. “This house it’s not actually mine. It belongs to a friend’s family. They don’t use it, so they let me stay here. He covers the property taxes, so I don’t have to worry about that.”

Javier looked surprised, nodding as if that made sense but still processing it. “That’s... generous of them.”

“Yeah, it is,” I agreed. “And I’ve had some summer jobs over the past few years. Saved up a decent amount to cover what I need groceries, bills, things like that. I get by, but it’s not exactly a luxury lifestyle,” I added with a slight laugh.

There was a brief silence between us as Javier seemed to take that in, his eyes flicking around the room like he was seeing everything in a new light. He looked like he wanted to ask more, but he didn’t push.

“Well, sounds like you’ve figured things out,” he said after a minute, a touch of admiration in his voice. “It can’t be easy.”

“It’s not,” I admitted, shrugging. “But you do what you have to, right?”

Javier nodded slowly, his gaze softening a bit. “Yeah, I get that.”

The doorbell rang, and Javier was quick to get up, heading for the door. I watched as he paid for the pizzas and even tipped the delivery guy without a second thought. I tried to sit up, reaching for some plates and grabbing two beers from the fridge, but the sharp pain in my ribs had other plans.

Before I could even think about pushing through the pain, Javier was already at my side. “No, no, sit down. I can handle this,” he said firmly, his voice gentle but insistent. He carefully took the beers from my hand and set them on the table, then placed the plates beside them.

As we dug into the pizza, the conversation shifted into lighter territory. We talked about the basics where we were from, our families, just the usual small talk you’d expect. It felt almost normal, like any casual hangout between two people, despite the weird tension that still lingered in the air.

“I’m originally from a small town a couple of hours away,” Javier said, leaning back in his chair. “Not much going on there. Teaching was my way out.”

“Yeah? What made you want to teach history, of all things?” I asked, taking a sip of my beer.

He smiled, almost sheepish. “I always loved the stories, I guess. The way history is more than just dates and wars. It’s about people, choices, moments that shaped everything.”

I raised an eyebrow. “You make it sound way more interesting than it ever felt in class.”

He chuckled. “Maybe I’m just a good storyteller.” He paused, glancing over at me. “What about you? Where are you from?”

I shrugged, wiping my hands with a napkin. “Born and raised here. I haven’t really seen much outside of this place.” I hesitated, then added, “It’s been... different since I moved out. My parents—they’re still around, but home wasn’t exactly a great place to be. So, I got out when I turned 18. Just trying to make things work on my own now.”

Javier looked at me for a moment, his expression softening. “I get it,” he said quietly. “Sometimes you have to make space for yourself, even when it’s hard.”

I nodded, appreciating that he didn’t push for more details. We continued eating, the conversation easing back into simpler topics.

I chuckled, feeling the weight of the day starting to lift a bit. "Yeah, I have the place all to myself," I said, grinning. "Guess I don't have to worry about anyone else coming around and messing things up."

Javier raised an eyebrow, half-smiling. "So, will I see you on Monday in my class?"

I shrugged, taking a last bite of pizza and placing the crust down on my plate. "Mm, I don’t know. I still have to think about it," I said, giving him a playful look. "It’s kind of a big decision, you know?"

He laughed softly, his eyes narrowing as if he were trying to figure me out. "Why?" he asked, leaning back in his chair.

"I kind of hate history," I say with a disgusted, funny face.

Javier chuckled, shaking his head. "You hate history, huh?" He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, watching me closely. "Well, that’s unfortunate since I happen to teach it."

I smirked, pushing my empty plate aside and crossing my arms. "Yeah, well, maybe it’s not the subject I hate. Maybe it’s just the teacher."

He raised an eyebrow, but his smile didn’t waver. "Oh, really?" he said, voice teasing but with an edge. "And what’s wrong with the teacher?"

I leaned back, pretending to think about it for a moment, playing with the rim of my beer bottle. "Well, for starters, he’s a little intimidating. I mean, the whole brooding, serious, handsome professor thing—it’s kind of cliché, don’t you think?"

Javier’s laugh came quick this time, catching him off guard. "Handsome, huh? Didn’t know you thought that highly of me."

I rolled my eyes but felt the heat rising to my cheeks. "You’re impossible."

"Well, I’ll take that as a compliment," he said, standing up and stretching a bit, his shirt riding up slightly, revealing a sliver of his toned stomach. He caught me looking and smirked. "But seriously, you should come on Monday. Or are you really planning to avoid me?"

I bit my lip, thinking it over. "I don’t know, Javier. Things are... complicated."

He nodded, his expression softening. "I get it. But just so you know, no matter what’s going on between us, I’m still your teacher in that classroom. You’ll get the same history lesson as everyone else."

I raised an eyebrow, leaning forward with a grin. "So, no special treatment?"

Javier grinned back, shaking his head. "Nope, not even a little. But I do have a challenge for you."

"A challenge?" I asked, intrigued.

"Yeah. If you can ace the next history test, I’ll consider giving you a pass on the subject."

I laughed, genuinely amused. "A pass? Just like that?"

He shrugged, smirking. "Hey, I’m a fair guy. But you’d have to work for it."

I narrowed my eyes, smirking back. "Fine. Challenge accepted."

Javier’s smile widened, and for a moment, there was something almost playful in the air between us. It felt... normal. Like the tension had eased just a bit, replaced by something lighter.

"Can I ask you something?" I said, my voice a little quieter now, unsure of how he'd react.

Javier glanced at me, his brows knitting together slightly. "Yeah, of course."

I took a breath, hesitating for just a second before letting the words out. "If I wasn’t your student, and the night at the bar didn’t happen… would you be interested in me?"

For a moment, Javier didn’t say anything. He just looked at me, like he was trying to figure out what to say. His eyes flickered, that guarded expression returning, but there was something else there too something softer.

He sighed, leaning back against the wall, running a hand through his hair. "That’s a tough question, Caleb." He paused, then added, "Because it’s hard to separate what happened and what I know about you now."

I waited, heart pounding a little harder in my chest.

"But… if none of that existed," he continued, locking eyes with me, "yeah. I think I would be." His voice was steady, sincere, and there was no hesitation in his answer. "You’re smart, stubborn as hell, and... well, there’s something about you I can’t shake." He looked down at his hands for a second, then back at me. "It’s not easy to admit, but you’ve been on my mind since that night. Even when I tried to convince myself that nothing could ever happen between us."

I swallowed, not sure what to say. Hearing him actually admit it sent a rush through me, something I wasn’t prepared for.

"But here’s the thing, Caleb," he said, his tone softening but still serious. "Right now, we’re in a situation where we can’t just ignore those lines. I’m still your teacher, and you’re still my student." He paused, meeting my gaze. "And as much as I might want to blur those lines sometimes… we can’t."

I bit my lip, nodding slowly. "I get that," I said, though it didn’t make it any easier to hear. I tried to focus on the fact that he had just admitted he would be interested if things were different.

"Look," Javier said, leaning forward a bit, his voice dropping. "This isn’t easy for me either. But we need to be careful. For both of us."

I took a deep breath, trying to process everything. "Yeah. I know."

There was a long silence between us, and I felt the weight of the conversation settle in. This wasn’t going to be simple, and we both knew it.

"But that doesn’t mean I don’t care about you," Javier added softly. "Because I do. A lot more than I probably should."

I couldn’t help but smile a little at that, despite everything. "Thanks for being honest with me."

Javier gave a small, tired smile. "I’ve got to be, don’t I?"

"Yeah," I said quietly. "You do."

Caleb smiled slyly, leaning back in his chair. "Go fuck the teacher you were talking to on the first day."

Javier burst into laughter, shaking his head. "God, no! She's boring as hell."

I grinned, leaning forward. "Boring, huh?"

He gave me a teasing look. "Yeah, no spark. Trust me, if she was half as interesting as you, we'd be having a very different conversation."

I chuckled, feeling the playful vibe between us lighten the mood even more. "Good to know I'm at least more interesting than boring Ms. What's-her-name."

"Jessica," Javier said, still grinning.

I nodded, playing along. "Right, boring Jessica." I paused for a second, then added with a smirk, "Well, I’m glad I’m not competing with her."

Javier chuckled, shaking his head. "Trust me, you’re in a league of your own."

We both laughed, but then I noticed the sun outside wasn't as bright anymore.

"Hey, what time is it?" I asked.

"Oh, 6:55," Javier said, glancing at his watch.

"Follow me," I replied, getting up and grabbing my cigarettes and beer. The pain in my ribs had started to fade, but not as much as I wished.

We made our way up to the roof, the late evening air cool against my skin. It was peaceful up here, with the city below buzzing quietly in the background. I took a deep breath, feeling the tension from earlier ease just a little.

We stepped out onto the roof just in time to see the sunset painting the sky in shades of pink and orange. I leaned against the wall, lighting a cigarette and taking a long drag.

Javier stood next to me, sipping his beer. "It’s beautiful up here," he said, his voice quieter now, as if the sunset had drawn something calmer out of him.

"Yeah," I muttered, watching the colors shift as the sun sank lower. "I come up here a lot. Helps clear my head."

For a moment, neither of us said anything, just taking in the view. There was something about this moment, about being up here with him, that felt...different.

I passed him the cigarette, and he took it with a small smirk, his fingers brushing against mine. He brought it to his lips, taking a slow, deep drag, and as he exhaled, the smoke drifted into the air, catching the warm light of the setting sun. The sky above us was turning shades of gold and pink, casting a soft glow over everything, including the rooftop we stood on.

"You’re gonna be the end of me, you know that?" Javier said with a teasing tone, glancing sideways at me, his eyes gleaming with a playful spark.

I couldn’t help but laugh, shaking my head as I leaned back against the ledge. "Oh, not now that I’ve started to like you," I replied, shooting him a grin. My voice was light, but there was an undertone of something more something that hinted at the connection forming between us, even if neither of us fully understood it yet.

Javier’s laughter broke the quiet, a rich, warm sound that seemed to fill the space around us. His shoulders relaxed as he handed the cigarette back to me. "Guess that means I’m stuck with you, huh?"

"Looks like it," I said with a smirk, taking a drag of the cigarette. The smoke curled up into the fading light, mixing with the evening breeze. The pain in my ribs had dulled, but the cool air on my skin kept me grounded in the moment. The sunset was stunning, casting the world in a soft, hazy light, and for once, things didn’t feel complicated or messy. It was just us standing there, watching the world turn gold as if nothing else existed.

We stood in comfortable silence for a while, both of us lost in thought, the only sounds being the faint hum of the city below and the occasional rustle of the wind.

Javier finally broke the silence, his voice softer this time. "You know, I didn’t expect this... you and me... but I think I like it."

I turned to him, studying his face for a moment the way the light hit his features, making him look more relaxed, more open than I’d ever seen him. There was something about this moment that made it feel real, more real than anything that had happened between us before.

"Yeah," I said quietly, a small smile playing on my lips. "Me too."

He glanced at me again, this time lingering a little longer, like he was trying to figure something out. But instead of saying anything more, he just leaned against the ledge beside me, his arm brushing against mine. We didn’t need words. The moment spoke for itself the shared cigarette, the quiet rooftop, and the unspoken understanding that maybe, just maybe, this was the start of something neither of us had planned but both of us wanted.

As the last sliver of sun dipped below the horizon, I handed the cigarette back to him, feeling the warmth of his fingers again as our hands touched. It was a simple gesture, but in the fading light of that rooftop, it felt like a promise.

After the sun finally dipped below the horizon, the sky fading from gold to a deep, dusky blue, Javier sighed softly. "I should probably head out," he said, his voice quiet, almost like he didn’t want to leave.

We made our way back downstairs, the silence between us feeling different now comfortable, like we’d said all we needed to say without words. As we reached the bottom, I grabbed his things for him, handing over his jacket and bag. Javier slung them over his shoulder, standing by the door.

"Thanks for today," I said, my voice soft but genuine. There was a warmth in my chest that hadn’t been there before.

"Yeah, no problem," he replied, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. His eyes lingered on mine for a second. "I had a good time."

"Yeah," I nodded, "me too."

There was a moment where I wanted to do something kiss him, maybe. The pull was there, but I hesitated. Instead, I took a step closer, thinking a hug might be better. Before I could even lift my arms, though, Javier moved first, wrapping me in a hug that felt so natural, so easy, like we’d done it a hundred times before.

His arms were firm around me, and I could feel the solid warmth of him, the faint smell of his cologne mixing with the lingering smoke from the cigarettes we’d shared. I closed my eyes for a second, letting myself relax into it, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest against mine.

We held each other for a minute, the kind of hug that doesn’t need to be rushed, where neither of us seemed in a hurry to pull away. When we finally did, we locked eyes again, standing there just a few inches apart, both of us taking in the moment like we didn’t want it to end.

Javier smiled, softer this time, more genuine, like he was holding onto whatever had just passed between us. "Call me if you need anything, okay?"

"Ok" I replied, my voice a little quieter than I intended. I watched him as he turned, his hand resting on the door for a brief second before he finally stepped out, giving me one last look over his shoulder before the door closed behind him.

I stood there for a moment, staring at the door, feeling the quiet settle in around me. My ribs still ached, and my hand throbbed, but somehow, none of that seemed to matter as much. The warmth from the hug lingered, and even after he was gone, I couldn’t help but smile.

It wasn’t the ending I expected, but it felt like the beginning of something something real, something I wasn’t sure where it would go, but I wanted to find out.

For the first time since that night I met Javier, I actually felt happy like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. The kind of happiness that settled deep in your chest and stayed there, making everything feel lighter. It was different from anything I’d felt in a while, and it felt real.

The next two days without school were slow, dragging on like they had nowhere to go. I didn’t have any work to distract me, no classes to get lost in. Just the quiet of the house. I kept expecting Javier to show up, but he didn’t. Still, he sent me a message the morning after.

“I think Jessica likes me.”

I couldn’t help but laugh when I saw it.

“Oh, that’s bad,” I wrote back, a smirk tugging at the corner of my lips.

“It is,” he replied quickly, like he was still half-joking about it.

It felt good, though—talking to him like that. Even in the middle of all the confusion, his texts were a nice distraction.

I spent the next few hours cleaning up the place. It had been a while since I’d really done anything about the mess, so I figured it was time. I scrubbed counters, wiped down surfaces, and even vacuumed the living room. The house looked better after, but it still didn’t feel like it was home—not in the way I needed it to be. It was just a space, and that’s all it would ever be until something changed.

After that, I hit the store. The fridge was pretty much empty, so I stocked up on the basics—beer, frozen food, snacks. Nothing special. I wasn’t in the mood for cooking anything fancy.

Back at home, I went up to the roof with a pack of cigarettes. The air was crisp, cool enough to make me feel like I could breathe again. I sat down on the edge, letting my legs dangle and lit a cigarette, watching the smoke curl up into the sky. The world felt still, and for the first time in a while, I didn’t mind the silence.

I opened my phone and saw that i haven't answer on Javier text.

“So what are you going to do about it? You gonna ask her out?” I shot him back, teasing.

No response right away. So, I leaned back, closed my eyes, and just let the moment wash over me the smoke, the cool breeze, the stillness of the afternoon. After a few minutes, I pulled out a joint I had stashed in my jacket and lit it up, taking a long drag. The warmth spread through me as I exhaled, feeling the buzz settle in.

The day dragged on, but in a calm way, like time had slowed down for a bit. It was peaceful, just me on the roof with my thoughts and the city stretching out below. The quiet was nice, and for a moment, everything felt just right.

A while later, my phone buzzed again. It was Javier.

“Nope, I don’t think I’ll be asking her out anytime soon. I’m still trying to figure you out, Caleb.”

I smiled at the message and quickly replied:

“You’re gonna have to figure me out pretty fast, then.”

And as I sat there, feeling the sun dip lower in the sky, I realized something. Things were changing, not just because of what happened in the past week, but because of where we were now. There was no more confusion, no more questions hanging in the air. We were just here. And maybe, that was exactly what I needed.

The weekend turned out better than I expected. The sharp pain in my ribs had faded, but the bruises were still there, a reminder of the past few days. I didn’t mind, though it was just part of it, part of getting through things. I decided to go out, get a change of pace. It felt good to leave the house for a bit, breathe some fresh air, and just be out in the world again. A few drinks at a local bar helped take the edge off, and for the first time in a while, I felt like I was actually living in the moment.

I made a quick stop at my uncle Barry’s place later that afternoon. Uncle Barry was my favorite out of the family he was always laid-back, had a sharp sense of humor, and he never judged me. He lived just outside the city, in a quiet, older neighborhood. His house was cozy, filled with old records, antique furniture, and the smell of freshly brewed coffee. It was a place that made you feel at home, even if you weren’t related by blood.

"Caleb!" he said when he opened the door, a smile spreading across his face. "Come on in. I’m about to throw some lunch together. You hungry?"

"Yeah, starving," I said with a grin, stepping inside.

We settled in the kitchen, the kind of place where the clinking of plates and the smell of food always made you feel comfortable. He pulled out a couple of sandwiches and a bag of chips. As we ate, he raised an eyebrow at me.

"So, how’s school going?" he asked casually, taking a bite of his sandwich.

I hesitated for a moment, not sure how to answer. I didn’t want to get into the specifics especially about Javier.

I gave him a half-smile, shrugging. "Oh, you know. Same old, same old. Had a bit of a fight the other day."

Uncle Barry stopped mid-bite, raising an eyebrow. "A fight? Seriously?"

"Yeah, some kid at school, Jack," I explained. "It got messy, but... it’s over now."

He shook his head with a half-smile, clearly amused. "Man, Caleb. You never do things halfway, do you? Always causing trouble, huh?"

I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t help but laugh. "It's not like I’m trying to. Things just kinda... happen."

We spent the next hour talking about everything else work, the weather, old family stories. It was nice to have a distraction, a moment where I didn’t have to think about school or the mess that had been unfolding with Javier. When it was time to head back home, Uncle Barry slapped me on the back, giving me that familiar grin.

"Take it easy, Caleb. And stay out of trouble, yeah?"

"I’ll try," I said, laughing as I walked out the door.

When I got home, I dropped my bag, slumped on the couch, and turned on the TV. The house was quiet, almost too quiet like everything had paused. It was late nearly 11 p.m. and I was just about to head to bed when my phone buzzed on the coffee table.

I reached over and saw a message from Javier.

“I hope you’re feeling better. You better show up to class tomorrow, or I’ll be giving out the papers with the chapters you need to read for the test. And don’t forget about our bet.”

I stared at the message for a moment, smiling a little. He hadn’t forgotten about the bet, huh? Whatever he had in mind, I knew it wasn’t going to be boring.

I quickly typed back, trying to sound casual but knowing he could probably sense the smirk in my reply.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be there. I’m not about to lose out on the challenge.”

Not even a minute later, his reply came through.

“Good. Because I’m not going easy on you, Caleb. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

I set the phone down, feeling a buzz of anticipation. Tomorrow was going to be interesting.

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