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does anyone wanna hear about the dream i had last night huh huh
#uhm cw body horror and like. excessive violence ahead#honestly i'd forgotten abt it until i saw the post i made mentioning it againđ#i wanna talk abt it cause it was CRAZY#but i'm not lying when i say it was visceral and graphic and grosss so so gross#i don't remember it as well now cause like i said i'm kinda used to this shit so it doesn't weigh heavy on my mind or anything#but my dreams have been so VIVID lately so it was just kinda jarring#anyways#it was like. i was watching a movie?#except i didn't like explicitly feel like i was in the dream but like. if my soul was kinda just kicking it watching a movie with someone#if that makes sense#idk who i was with i think it was a just a general person tm#and the movie was like. a group of girls who had to get something to complete some kind of mission? like they needed something to finish a#goal idkthat part wasn't rlly the most memorable thing to me#what WAS memorable was that they killed a man. specifically:#one girl like had her legs wrapped around his neck while suffocating him with a clear plastic bag. so u could see it fog up and him scream#and stuff. and then they ripped off the skin on his chest and stomach? like they skinned him alive ? while he was being suffocated#idk where my brain gets this stuff#anyways. they weren't even skinning him with something sharp. they held something dull to him so hard and pressed and pulled so hard that i#just up and ripped the skin and some muscle off#i guess they needed the skin and muscle for something. and like he fell unconsious and bled out on the floor with the blood splattered bag#on his head still. rip guy#and the girls were covered in blood but kinda just continued their business. and were like observing the skin and muscle#like it was all bloody and the muscle strings and fiber and stuff..idk i'm not a doctor#and then one of the girls ate some of the muscle idk why she did that#and then they went to give the shit to wherever they were taking it for whatever reason. but the worst part to me was that whoever i was#watching the movie with was rlly upset and said#'this is just so upsetting because there was no reason for him to suffer and die like that'#and then i woke up!#so i think i'm unwell! or that i'm not taking to my new meds very well#who's to say
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What would sensitive!reader do without older!rafe protecting her from the invisible monsters in their home?
18+ mdni!
c/w: mostly fluff, her being scared & rafe comforting her while also being a menace, teeny tiny bit of angst regarding their age-gap, use of daddy (once)
wc: 1.7k
unfortunately won't be watching a single scary movie this halloween cause she's literally me but happy kinktober & spooky season xx
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Sheâs not exactly sure why she agreed to watch the new horror film Rafeâs friends wanted to see at a Halloween themed gathering heâd dragged her into. She wasnât even the biggest fan of his friends, which is why she didnât want to go in the first place.
However, when heâd mumbled a honeyed âItâs no fun without you and donât wanna leave my girl alone on Halloweenâ into her hair, sheâd reluctantly agreed; not one to refuse him of anything when he looked at her with that specific softened blue coloring his eyes.
And there was also the prospect of making him happy that finally made her melt into his wishes.
And she wanted to like his friends, she really did. But it wasnât exactly easy when they kept bragging about their accomplishments and how much money they had every opportunity they found in such an arrogant tone, it made her roll her eyes when they werenât looking. Â
Luckily, she could at least converse with their partners who were always fun company to sip wine with and giggle about anything and everything. And along with the warmth of Rafeâs gaze flickering over to her every once in a while, as he talked with his friends and coworkers, she was actually beginning to enjoy herself.Â
Up until the point when someone suggested they watch a movie.Â
âYou sure you wanna watch this? Sâokay if you wanna go home, could come up with something else to keep us entertainedâŠâ Rafe had murmured into her ear with his arms around her on the couch the whole group had settled down on.
He knew how paranoid she could get; how easily sheâd turn into a scaredy cat who once couldnât sleep alone for a month after sitting through an entire scary movie in the cinema. Â
And she truly doesnât know why she didnât just tell him she wanted to leave when the film started playing on the big screen of Topperâs television. She was going to, but when her eyes flitted over to him bringing a glass of whiskey to his lips in a carefree manner; she didnât have the heart to ruin his fun because he seemed to be enjoying himself. After all, it wasnât often he let himself relax due to his hectic work schedule packed with tedious meetings and whatnot. Â
And on top of that, sheâs already self-conscious over the age-gap between her and Rafe; sometimes gets a headache over the notion of him meeting someone more mature one dreadful day and deciding he doesnât want to play house with her any longer.
After all, his friends were all getting engaged left and right, while she still holds the title of being his girlfriend. And even if she isnât sure sheâd be ready for marriage quite yet, sheâs still slightly upset that heâs never even so much as mentioned the matter.Â
And she's not sure if it's because she's younger than him and he assumes she doesn't want a ring on her finger too soon or if he simply just doesn't want to make things too definitive with her.
Nonetheless, it's something she's been thoroughly overthinking and mulling over recently, even if she knows it doesn't benefit her in any shape or form. Apparently, her mind just likes to always have some topic to ruminate over and obsessively worry about, or else it'll have too much free time.
Therefore, she can admit that she didnât want to appear as a big baby who couldnât stomach anything even remotely scary (she really couldnât). And was it such a crime to not want to make a scene in front of all his friends?Â
Thatâs why she ends up meekly nodding her head and assuring him she was fine â which he didnât entirely believe â but smiled nonetheless at the fact that she was willing to get out of her comfort zone for his sake, before pulling her closer to his side. Â
However, when the white letters of the end credits finally rolled after a few gruesome and eerie hours later, she was anything but fine.Â
Her weakened frame is trembling and sheâs entirely too jumpy even after theyâve said their goodbyes and stepped past the threshold into the safe haven of their home. Â
âTold you we shouldâve just left,â he tuts at her when she flinches at the October wind rustling the autumnal foliage outside the window. Â
âRafe, what was that?â She squeaks out when she hears another sound coming from outside â presumably their neighbor â however, thereâs always the possibility of it being a serial killer simply waiting for the right moment to pounce. Â
âWhat was what?â He huffs out a chuckle in amusement, causing her to pout. Â
âThis isnât funny. Iâm scared,â she whines, heart beating faster than ever along with her breathing unsteady.
âI know you are. Shit, forgot why I donât let you watch scary movies,â he shakes his head, padding over to the kitchen to fill up a glass of water; her feet immediately running after him. Â
âHey, hey. Iâm right here, yeah?â He laughs tenderly when she practically glues herself to his big and comforting arm with how tightly sheâs hugging it against her chest. Â
âPromise youâre not gonna leave me alone?â She blinks up at him with her pupils dilated, nervous.Â
âItâs past midnight. Of course, Iâm not leaving, Iâm exhausted. Letâs get ready for bed, yeah?â He suggests calmly, managing to placate her some with his appeasing presence. Although the spine-chilling scenes still play behind her eyelids with every blink.Â
She follows him to the bathroom and he tries not to laugh when she insists on staying there even while heâs peeing. Â
âWant me to check under the bed for monsters?â His sickly-sweet tone is a stark contrast to the annoying smirk plastered on his face when they pad over to their bedroom after brushing their teeth.Â
âRayâŠIâm being serious,â she scowls.Â
âSo am I?â He feigns confusion with a furrow of his brows.Â
Before she has the chance to complain about him being mean, heâs already crouching down on the floor and poking his head under the bed into the darkness heâs braved himself to submerge into. And sheâs far too curious not to peer down as well, however, she canât really see a thing from behind his broad shoulders. Â
Suddenly, he lets out a loud gasp â making her jump back and nearly trip on her feet â before his breathy giggle follows soon after.Â
âThatâs not funny,â she grumbles as exasperation drags her lips downwards.Â
âIâm sorry, baby. You jusâ make it so easy,â he approaches her with an apologetic expression that doesnât come off as all that empathetic when heâs fighting off an amused grin the entire time. Â
âCâmere, yeah?â He coaxes her before tugging her into his strong arms; not letting go even when she tries to pull away since sheâs still mad at him. Â
âThis one really got to you, huh?â He murmurs into her hair before beginning to soothingly rock back and forth when she finally halts her pursuits of escape. Â
A faint hum is the only response she grants him. Â
âDonât remember you being this scared since we went to that haunted house with your friends last year, remember?â His warm chest rumbles in a pacifying manner in tandem with his words. Â
âHow could I forget,â she huffs out. Â
âWhy didnât you tell me you didnât wanna watch it? You know I wouldnât have minded leaving,â he speaks softly. Â
âI donât knowâŠjust didnât wanna seem like a baby in front of your friends,â she sniffles. Â
âSince when do you care what they think? You hate them,â he argues with a lopsided smile when he releases his hold on her in order to unzip his jeans and change into something more comfortable for the night. Â
âHate is a strong word,â she defends herself as she pulls one of Rafeâs old t-shirts over her head and tries to focus on his familiar scent still lingering on the worn-out fabric instead of the imaginary monsters lurking behind the windows. Â
âIs it?â He graces her with a lighthearted narrow of his eyes. Â
âFine. I donât like them but theyâre your friends, which means that I want them to like me,â she mumbles out. Â
âDonât really give a shit if they like you or not, which they obviously do. Think a little too much since you canât help but be the sweetest angel even to the people you hate,â he grumbles out as he walks over to close the bedroom door. Â
âAnd honestly, would much rather just stay with you than those pretentious idiots. Next time you wanna go home, just tell me. Donât want you lying to me, okay?â He says with something sincere sparkling in the lagoons of his eyes. Â
âOkay,â she promises when suddenly, he switches the lights off with a click, causing her muscles to tense. Â
âRay, why would you do that?â She sounds alarmed; inhales and exhales growing labored because the bedroom is now pitch black and there could be anything hiding in the murky corners of the room since she canât even see herself. Â
âShh, calm down. Iâll protect you, yeah?â He croons, before heâs guiding her under the covers with a big hand on the small of her back; following shortly behind her and tugging her flush against his steady chest.Â
âYouâre safe with me. Daddyâs not gonna let anything happen to you, alright?â His saccharine murmurs reach her racing mind and offer it momentary rest on the soft petals of his tranquil voice. Â
She hums against the skin of his neck as her eyes begin to slowly adjust to the darkness surrounding them; the dingy shadows crawling along the walls appearing less and less threatening by the second when sheâs in the warmth of his protective embrace. Â
âWant your stuffie?â He asks, knowing her all too well. Â
âMhm,â she nods against him before heâs reaching a hand behind the pillows because somehow her stuffed animal always manages to end up in the most peculiar of places. At this point though, he already knows where to look since heâs usually the one who has to locate it for her.
Nowadays, she doesnât need it too often since she has Rafe volunteering to be her own personal teddy bear, but whenever heâs working past midnight, she likes to hold onto something that brings her comfort because she isnât particularly fond of the idea of sleeping alone.Â
He soon offers her the plushy lamb and she gives him a grateful smooch against his cheek along with a muffled âI love youâ. Â
And that night, he lulls her into dreamland with a warm palm resting on her tummy and his mellow breathing placating her distraught mind.
#this is actually just another self-indulgent blurb to validate my own feelings!#wanna watch hellraiser so bad cause trevor is sooo yummy#but can't cause ik afterwards won't be able to sleep for the next week or so :/#older!rafe#sensitive!reader#rafe cameron#rafe imagine#rafe obx#rafe outer banks#rafe x reader#outerbanks rafe#rafe cameron imagine#rafe cameron x reader#rafe fanfiction#rafe cameron fanfiction#rafe cameron outer banks#obx fanfiction#obx fic#obx#outer banks#outer banks fanfiction#rafe fic#rafe cameron obx#rafe cameron x female reader#rafe cameron x y/n#older!rafe cameron#rafe fluff#rafe cameron fluff#kinktober#rafe kinktober
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DEFINITELY NUTS ᥣđ© ‷ next
pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley & model!fem!reader
synopsis: Ghost mentions you but 141 doesn't believe that he got a wife
tags: crack (well, attempted), fluff
Ghostâs strict rules for privacy are something the 141 has known for years now. Heâs not the type of person to blab about his personal life and often chooses just to keep quiet. So, imagine their surprise when he suddenly says that heâs going to take a day off because his wife asked him to watch a play.Â
âPrice, âam not gonna be here tomorrow. Got a date with my missus.â
All eyes are on him, everyone stills. âWIFE? Since when?!â Soap exclaimed, finally breaking the silence. His eyes were almost bulging out his eyes. âNever told you about her?â Ghost hums, unamused by the Scottishâs exclaim. âJohnny here does have a reasonable reaction. You never tell us anything âbout you, mate,â Price joined, chuckling and pulling out a cigar. The man just contemplates before brushing it off and bidding farewell, leaving the group confused.Â
âAinât no way heâs telling us the truth. That man ainât got no bone in his body to bag someone,â Soap voiced out, looking for anyone to support his disbelief. âI mean..â Gaz whistles out, crossing his arms over his chest and tilting his head as if heâs agreeing to some extent. Thatâs when, unbeknownst to Ghost, he got the reputation of being delusional and a liar.Â
Soap, still doubtful days later, watches the lieutenant with a vision like a hawk. âHey, lieutenant.â Ghost snaps his head up, looking at him. âHow was the date with your wife?â Immediately, everyone else stopped what they were doing, silently listening. It was obvious he was baiting Ghost, emphasizing the wife as if putting on quotes. They werenât as nosy as Soap but each one of them still held a bit of doubtness that the brick wall of the team managed to get a girl, and even marry her.
âIt was okay. The missus had fun,â Ghost chuckles, fondly remembering how you were beaming on the way, rambling about the plot of the play. âCan we see pictures?â Soap smirked thinking he finally got the lieutenant but was taken aback when Ghost only shrugged and pulled out his phone before freezing. âAh, we didnât take pictures yesterday. Said she wanted to live in the moment.âÂ
Soap whipped his head to signal to Gaz, seemingly saying âSee? Heâs definitely lying! How convenient he has no pictures.âÂ
âHow about just a picture of your wife?â Kyle suggested, now invested while Price seemed to be shaking his head in the corner. âI have none with me but..â With a few clicks, Ghost holds up his phone for everyone to see. Like birds, everyone flocked around him, curious to see. For a while, everyone was surprised and sure the man was lying. I mean, he just showed them a picture of a drop-dead gorgeous model from a magazine!Â
âHe's definitely lost itâ everyone seemed to think, offering pity glances at the man who had this prideful shine in his eyes. Walking up to his superior, Soap patted him on the back. âItâs fine, mate⊠we understand how difficult it must be.â ânot having a lady at allâ
Thinking Johnny meant about your hectic schedule, he agreed. âItâs quite tough but we make it work,â he chuckled which made everyone wince.
âDefinitely nuts!â
Weeks passed after that and the topic never got brought up, until Ghost came in with a bento in hand covered with a handkerchief with frilly ends. When asked about it, he replied, âAh, wifeâs testing out recipes for an upcoming TV show. âS been practicing and asked me to bring one.â Once again, he was given pity glances and even heard a defeated sigh from Soap.Â
âHeâs too far goneâ
âHowâs work?â you ask, dazedly paying attention to the movie you guys put, more invested in burying your face in Simonâs chest while he drapes both arms on your waist, completely engulfing your torso under his muscles. âBeen getting a few weird stares,â he mumbles, playing with your hair and pressing kisses on your forehead. âWhy?â you peer up, resting your chin on his shoulder. âI donâ know, princess.â
MeanwhileâŠ
âShould we just⊠finally set the lieutenant on a date? I feel bad. I mean, he even lied about his âwifeâ making him lunch,â Johnny sighed.
âProbably the best idea,â Kyle nodded.
Now Price⊠he knows the truth. He met you before when you dropped by, asking for Ghostâ which ended horriblyâ but heâll lying if he said heâs not getting a kick out of this.
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God's TV- DC x DP prompt
Accidentally summoning a god from another dimension can happen, especially when cults are involved. However, no can could predict that the not only was the god a teenage boy but also a very bored teenage boy who didn't want to leave.
So he stayed and moved into Titans tower.
Danny is helpful (when he wants to be) but rarely goes out on missions. He says they are boring and nothing is dangerous enough to exert the effort. Instead, he minds the medical bay. Having a healer more than made up for the lack of help.
It's not like anyone disliked Danny or thought he didn't do anything it was just that he was unpredictable. Danny could be nice, considerate, and even sweet if he was working in the medbay. He could also be a pain in the ass anywhere else. He loved pranks and scaring people with his powers. He was harmless though.
No one really knew what he did all day. He was usually in his room doing something they guested. Said room was an anomaly. It was larger on the inside having been made into a pocket dimension. The appearance and organization of the room changed every time you went in.
It was after one mission that the team learned what was in the room.
A rogue had used their invention to erase Superboy's memories and they didn't know what to do. They took him to Danny who was currently rearranging the medicine by color. They hoped that his powers covered mind-altering afflictions. Unfortunately, Danny couldn't wave a hand and fix this.
Instead, Danny took the group to his room. The decor was neon Tokyo meets space right now. The furniture was currently floating and almost hitting Wonder Girl in the head with an end table. Of course, there was no gravity here.
"Stay here while I grab it," Danny said flying up the vertical corridor.
While he was gone the room rearranged itself into a contemporary format. The furniture grounded itself and shifted into a normal living room.
Danny returned with a cart and a headset. He placed a card he pulled out of the cart into the headset and put it on the dazed Superboy's head.
"Wait what is that?" Tim asked.
"It's his memories. I kept a backup in case this happened." Danny shrugged.
Immediately everyone began asking what the hell does that mean and why does he have that.
"Oh please, this dimension has this happened all the time. Amnesia is so cliché and cheap. I saw a pattern and decided the easiest way to prevent you from losing the entirety of your lives was to make save states of your memories." Danny said matter of fact.
Robin pinched the bridge of his nose.
Impulse studied the rack of cases and looking for the card with his name on it.
Wondergirl sighed, she was used to this from Robin but even he wouldn't go this far.
"What? It's not like just anyone can find these. Only you can access your own memories anyways. I just decided to repurpose my RE:Viewer." Danny pouted.
"What is a reviewer?" Wally asked flipping through the cases. Each one had titles like moves or shows with an arrangement of stickers.
"The RE:Viewer is something I created to catalog things I've seen looking into other dimensions. I don't have an infinite memory you know. But the longer I have my title the more I'll lose touch with my mortality. These things help me stay close to people by giving me the chance to remember how it feels. I also have been using them to get the stories of others. Keeping their experiences like you'd keep a TV show or movie. So many stories could have been lost to time but now they are saved. I use them to teach myself." Danny smiled.
The concept genuinely sounded interesting. Like experiencing a movie in 4d.
It had been 3 minutes before Kon took off the headset and back to his old self.
Danny pulled the input card out and it disappeared into another realm with a flick of the wrist. Danny was completely honest that the copies were inaccessible to everyone but him.
"You feeling alright Superboy? Your memory should be backed up until a week ago." Danny said shining a light in his eye.
"I'm fine. I think. What happened?" Kon asked batting the light out of his eyes.
"Explanation later. Take a nap first. You aren't concussed at least." Danny informed.
"What are the stickers for?" Wally said pointing at the rainbow of colors the card cases had.
"Just the emotions associated with the experiences. Orange is comedy, red is action, pink is romance, and blue is tragedy." Danny listed. "That one with the pink is one of my favorites. I meddled a bit in that world. Two people who had never met fell in love at two points at different times. One of them was doomed to die but I worked my magic on a mirror that allowed them to meet once. They shared notes left in different places for the other months ahead. Makes you believe in true love. A real tear-jerker."
"What about the black stickers?" Wally asked.
"Don't touch the black ones," Danny said darkly, smacking his hand away. "You don't need to know about those. I don't like thinking about them."
"So you just take the memories of others and put them inside your machine to replay later?" Batgirl asked. "Isn't that kind of wrong?"
"No, I asked permission. I usually pull them aside at some point and ask. If it's my memories (that's the green stickers) I don't need to. The rainbow ones are simulations. Like a video games." Danny responded patting her on the back for not being to hard on him about this admittedly weird situation.
"So what's the black one with the rainbow sticker?" Wally asked picking up the case that was obviously stuffed in the back.
"STOP TOUCHING THOSE!" Danny yelled pulling him away.
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the butchery of the beloved, the boulder, the bimbo and the brilliant
kinktober, day twenty-five
a/n:Â ahhh, it's finally time to share the kinktober fic you all helped shape!! it turned out so fucking unhinged and i love it. happy halloween, folks!
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summary: âtheyâ⊠they were rightâŠâ the warnings your now deceased friends had given you since the moment you got involved with the frat boy buzzed in your mind, though when theyâd light-heartedly called him a psycho, you never in your wildest dreams thought that they would have been correct in their choice of words, âI canât believe they were rightâŠâ
warnings:Â dark!rafe cameron x innocent!reader, smut, dark content, noncon/dubcon, slasher au, final girl!reader, 00âs slutty horror movie vibes, found family, nonverbal, murder, violence, blood, gore, crying, alcohol consumption, smoking, possessiveness, jealousy, mask kink, kissing, size kink, belly bulge, manhandling, dirty talk, just the tip, pussyjob, oral, spit kink, impact play, pain kink, choking, bondage, dacryphilia, orgasm denial, overstimulation, squirting, fingering, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, references to anal/painal
word count: 7400
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It all started at a lunch table, as so many friendships do.Â
The first one to sit was Hana, the nurturing soul of the group who had been a genius even back then. The next to join was Brian, the blonde bombshell whose smile brightened any room he entered. Then came Oliver, the guy who at twelve years old had stood up to the bully you couldnât face yourself and swore from that day on heâd do so for each and every one of you till the end of your days. And lastly, there was you, in many ways the glue of the little pack.Â
To say that the four of you were thick as thieves didnât even begin to cover it, as youâd been there for each other in every up and down in each of your lives since adolescence. Even when your mother passed, especially when your mom passed, thatâs when you truly knew that they werenât just your pals, but your family.Â
âOh wow,â you breathed as you gazed out the window to the destination youâd finally reached, âis this really your dadâs cabin?â you glanced over your shoulder at the man behind the wheel, a proud smirk ever on his lips.
âYep,â Rafe nodded and reached down to put the car in park.Â
Youâd met him at the beginning of this semester and it hadnât taken you very long at all to fall embarrassingly and completely head over heels for the guy.Â
Though he wasnât the first boyfriend to grow to be a part of the tight-knit clique, he hadnât been welcomed with open arms as you remembered Jerome, Brianâs partner, had two years ago. The gentle giant of few words had melted into your dynamic so naturally that none of you remembered any longer a time before him. But it wasnât like that this time, not with Rafe. For some reason, your friends just couldnât warm up to the frat guy you loved so dearly.Â
As you heard the other car roll to a stop behind you, the vehicle where the four remaining resisted, your fingers dipped down into your pocket and fished out your phone to snap a photo of the luxurious lake house and its breathtaking views, though thatâs when you noticed the lack of bars up in the upper corner of the screen.
âOh, damn itâŠâ you squinted down at your phone, âis there seriously no service out here?âÂ
âYeah, sorry I forgot to tell you,â Rafe snatched out the keys, âthis place is pretty off-grid, you have to probably walk half an hour or something to get any signal.â
The dry leaves on the forest floor crunched beneath your shoes as you stepped out of the car and tipped your head back to glance up at how high the surrounding pine trees stretched up towards the cloudy sky.Â
As Rafe hopped up onto the wide porch and fiddled with a bundle of keys to unlock the place, your gaze kept finding him as you hung back a while and helped your friends unload their car.
âCan you all please promise to play nice this weekend?â you quietly asked them.Â
âYeah,â Oliver huffed, yanking out a heavy duffle bag, âIâll play nice if he does, which I sincerely doubt since I havenât yet discovered one kind bone in his body.âÂ
âOh, come on,â you defended your beau, âheâs the one who suggested this trip so that you could all finally discover what a sweet guy he actually is,â before you all ascended the short steps and filtered into the abode.Â
Not soon after you all crossed the threshold, Rafeâs arms seized your waist and drew you back against him, whispering in your ear that he wanted to give you the grand tour of the house.Â
However, when you reached the room that was to belong to the two of you for the rest of the weekend, his ulterior motives for the journey around the cabin became crystal clear.Â
At first, when he wrapped his arms around you from behind as you gazed out the tall windows at the foot of the bed, a giggle bubbled in your belly as you felt his desire poke the small of your back. Though it was already during his palmâs swift voyage under the hem of your shirt and up towards your boobs that he let slip what crucial item heâd neglected to pack.Â
âYou didnât bring any condoms?â you twisted around to glare at the persistence that still sparkled in his eyes.
âOh, come on, donât let that fact spoil our fun,â he pulled you back into his arms, âdonât you want me to dick you down this weekend, huh?â he murmured in your ear.
âWell, I donât wanna get pregnant,â you slowly pushed him back, âso itâll just have to be another weekend.â Â
But then he seized your hand and brought it down to the palpable tent in his jeans, âbabe, come on. Just feel how hard I am. You canât just leave me like this, not when itâs your fault to begin with.â
Your mouth then fell open as a shy scoff rolled off your tongue, âI literally havenât done a thing, how is it my fault?â
âCome on, donât act like a prude,â his grip around your wrist shifted and it slid down to rub your palm against his hardness, âbe a good girl and at the very least get down on your knees.â
âNo,â you chuckled lightly and pushed yourself off of him enough to stumble closer towards the bedroomâs exit, âif youâre so desperate, then take care of it yourself.âÂ
Even though winter was creeping ever nearer, each one of you still dared to go down to the lakeâs small pier and soak up the mild rays of autumn sun that peeked out behind the clouds. Both Hana and Oliver even gathered enough courage to take a dip in the cool water, though werenât successful in any of their attempts at talking the rest of you into the same.Â
Though when your friends in the water began to splash at one another, Oliver teasingly let some splatter upon Brian as he sat on the edge, eyes closed and face turned up towards the sky as he relaxed back against his boyfriend.Â
âOh my god! Donât!â he tensely straightened up, his tone startling Jerome enough that his palm that rested on Brianâs waist tightened, âstop! Youâre giving me flashbacks to summer camp!âÂ
As you heard your grinning friend in the lake apologise, you opened your mouth to note, âthatâs right, I forgot you went to camp when we were kids.â
âYeah, it was honestly revolting,â Brian recoiled slightly at the recollection, âmosquitoes, terrible food, even worse people. Had a big old lake just like this one,â he gestured to the surrounding landscape.Â
âActually,â Rafe then spoke up, his voice booming to your ears as he sat directly behind you, his legs slotted on either side of your frame as his chin rested atop your shoulder, âthis place used to be a summer camp too back when my dad bought it.â
âReally?â Hana glanced up from the water, their childish game now halted.Â
âYeah, I mean,â Rafe cast a glance over his shoulder at the structures on the bank just behind him, âit had been abandoned and completely deserted for a long time, but a lot of the buildings, the main house and the shed and stuff, theyâre the original cabins just renovated.â
âYour dad bought an abandoned camp?â Oliver scrunched up his face, âokay, creepyâŠâ
âOh, hell no, Iâm out,â Brain began to unravel, âbabe, if we wake up in the middle of the night to a ghost child standing at the foot of our bed, itâs your job to take care of it,â he glanced over his shoulder at Jerome, âIâm too delicate and pretty to deal with the paranormal, especially if itâs kids,â to which his boyfriend simply hummed in agreement and soothingly let his palm run down his partnerâs arm.
âOh, this place isnât haunted,â Hana said after sheâd swam up to clutch against the side of the pier, âcalm down.â
âWell, you donât know that, it might be,â the blonde man behind you shrugged, âespecially with what apparently happened here back in the dayâŠâ
âWhat are you talking about?â you looked back at him.Â
âWell, back like forty years ago or something, when this was still a camp, there was this one counsellor who one day just went nuts, like snapped and murdered every single person there,â Rafe told, purposely making his tone more ominous the further into the story he got, âthatâs why the place was shut down and abandoned, why no one ever wanted to return it to its former glory. Itâs one of the most gruesome unsolved cases in this entire corner of the country.â
âWait, unsolved?â Brian clutched his imaginary pearls.Â
âYeah, the guy was never caught, supposably never even left these woodsâŠâ he then leaned in and attempted to truly spook you all, âat night if you listen closely, you can still hear him sharpening his blade, getting ready to hunt his next preyâŠâ
Hana, assuming that he was only joking, let out a dry laugh to cut the tense silence that had fallen over you all, âokay, very funny, ha-ha.âÂ
âYeah,â you gently rubbed your boyfriendâs arm as you tried to shake the tale off of you, âletâs maybe not joke about psychopaths running around a rural area when we actually are in a rural area,â though goosebumps still pricked and tingled every inch of your skin.Â
âWait, how did it go?â your giggle mingled with Oliverâs as you both leaned against the kitchen counter, nearly bumping your foreheads together from how hard you were laughing, âwas itâŠâ and you began to hum a faint melody.Â
âNo because, remember, at the end it went,â your friend cut you off and then made his own attempt, though much more accurate than your own, causing your eyes to promptly light up with recognition before they crinkled together in laughter as he tried to hit the high note at the end.Â
Once the woods surrounding the cabin had succumbed to darkness, the group of you all decided to wrap the day up in a bit of merriment, going through Rafeâs fatherâs liquor stash and turning up the music.Â
During your and Oliverâs secluded moment in the kitchen away from the rest, your laughter caused you to sway even closer to one another, your palm naturally planting itself on his chest as your faces nearly touched.Â
Though just as the pair of you were doubled over, a figure appeared in the doorway.
âOh,â your grin continued as you spotted your boyfriend, âhey baby,â though your laughter finally began to fade.Â
Staring daggers at the man beside you, Rafe then uttered coldly, âhey,â before his feet carried him straight towards you, seized your waist and twisted you away from your friend and towards himself to capture your lips.Â
âOkay, right,â Oliver exhaled as Rafe kept marking his territory, kissing you way more passionately than he needed to, âIâll just see you guys back in the living room thenâŠâ
You tried to tilt away enough to utter your friend a reply, though your boyfriend didnât allow you, only let you go once Oliver was long gone and Rafe returned to his original plan of cracking open the fridge to get a cold beer for himself.Â
Walking back out into the living room while your boyfriend scavenged for a bottle opener, you plopped yourself back down on the couch, on the opposite side to where Brian and Jerome were snuggled up. Next to where the lit fireplace crackled sat Oliver in a chair and not far from his feet on the fuzzy carpet rested Hana, legs crisscrossed as she held up her wine glass to stare through it.Â
When Rafe rejoined you all, a freshly glowing cigarette trapped between his lips as he sauntered out of the kitchen, he situated himself right beside you, making space for himself where there hadnât really been previously. In his hand, he didnât just balance his own drink, but also a stout glass filled with an amber liquid, one he swiftly handed off to you even though you hadnât asked for it, yet that had still been the routine of the evening, and after the first one was sloshing on your belly, the others became harder to deny and not accidentally sip absentmindedly, especially when heâd playfully help you along by tilting the glass the remaining distance up towards your lips.Â
âSweetie,â Hana soon leaned closer to utter for your ears only, âdonât you want a glass of water instead?âÂ
Though your boyfriend beside you unfortunately overheard and grasped his cigarette between two of his longer fingers, a puff of smoke accompanying his words as he answered before you got the chance to, âsheâs fine.â
From across the couch, as Hana scooted back to her spot on the carpet, having not caught the quiet interaction, Brian then suggested, âwhy donât we play a game or something?âÂ
âWhat, like truth or dare?â Hana leaned back against an unoccupied armchair.Â
âNo, this isnât a slumber party. Isnât there like board games here?â
Brianâs glance then drifted to Rafe as he smothered his cigarette in the nearby ashtray and, without warning, pulled you into his lap and caught Oliverâs eye from across the room as he shamelessly let his hands wander across your frame. Â
âUh, yeah. There should be some in the cabinet over there,â Rafe vaguely gestured before his lips began to nip at the side of your neck, making your eyes flutter and only half watched along as Brian then got up to skim through the aforementioned cupboard.Â
âOkay,â he glanced through the options, âthere are cards, so we could play poker or something,â
âNo way,â Oliver swiftly shook his head and shot a glance at Jeromeâs bulky form, comfortably slumped on the couch, âIâm not repeating that fiasco again.âÂ
âAw,â Brian glanced back at his friend, âbut it was so cute seeing my boyfriend fucking demolish you,â and Jerome, the quiet man he was, just let out a grunt in agreement.
âNo, pick something else,â Oliver waved a hand.Â
âWell, weâve got monopoly, scrabble, cards against humanityâ, uh! Thereâs clue!â he excitedly picked up the box and spun around, âoh, work! Letâs play that!âÂ
With his kisses still dancing along your skin, they then suddenly ceased as Rafe announced, âyou guys go ahead, I think Y/n is ready for bed.âÂ
Shooting a concerned glance at how your intoxicated form wobbled slightly as your boyfriend helped you up on your feet, Hana uttered, âoh, are you sure?âÂ
âShe is,â Rafeâs touch clung to you, âarenât you babe?âÂ
âOh, uhmâŠâ you hadnât really noticed it before, but now that he mentioned it, as if he himself planted the thought in your hazy mind, all of the alcohol had in fact made you pretty sleepy, âyeah, I guess so.âÂ
âAlright, well then,â Hanaâs voice stayed slightly hesitant, âsleep tight.â
âI love you guys,â you blew the group kisses as Rafe helped you over towards the stairs.Â
His kisses made you even more dizzy than you already were, so when you stumbled over the threshold into your shared room, you flopped down onto the mattress, though you werenât quite sure if youâd just fallen or if Rafe had manhandled your intoxicated and pliant frame, giving you a push before his form was atop of yours.Â
Though now that you were horizontal and with the weight of a frat boy squishing you further down into the bed, that was when you truly noticed just how much youâd had to drink that evening.Â
The room was spinning as Rafe made out with you, his palms raking across your body like a wild storm, squeezing every soft curve he could get his hands on. As one hand disappeared up your skirt, his kisses wandered down and over your throat to the bit of your chest that was exposed in the neckline of your top. Wasting no time at all, he then yanked down the hem, catching one of the cups of your bra as well as he unwrapped your tit like a present.Â
As his face was buried in your boobs, surely giving you hickeys from the way that he sucked at your pebbly nipple and the surrounding sensitive skin, a breathless attempt at halting his affections left your lungs, âbabyââÂ
Though he didnât take the whimper as youâd intended it and simply continued, âshit, youâre so fucking hot,â he yanked down the other sliver of mesh fabric covering your other boob, âgod, these tits are just insane.âÂ
Weakly, you ran your fingers through his buzzed hair and gasped as you felt his hardness grind into your covered core, âRafe, IââÂ
âYeah?â his lips began to flutter back up to your own as he let himself rock against you with more intent, âyou want this big dick, huh?âÂ
âNo, we canât, we donât have aââ
âOh come on, baby,â he shifted, slipping a hand down under the waistband of your skirt and into your underwear, not hesitating to sweep his fingers through your wetness and bully your little button, âI know you want toâŠâÂ
âStop, that feels too good,â you tried, but couldnât yank his strong hand away, âyou canâtâ, I have to get up and brush my teeth.âÂ
âYou know, all my exes let me tap it raw,â he purred in your ear and attempted to guilt you, âwhy wonât you? Donât you trust me?â his touch then suddenly disappeared, but only to tug down the zipper on the side of your short skirt.
âOf course I do, I justââ
âThen why wonât you let me make you feel good, huh?â he yanked both your skirt and panties down your legs, so fast it nearly gave you whiplash. Crawling off of your jelly-like form, he stood tall and loomed at the foot of the bed. Wasting no time, he yanked your core closer to the edge before he desperately freed his fat cock. The taps he then offered your glistening cunt, letting you reel in the weight of his length, âdoesnât that feel nice, baby?â he smirked at the way your mouth fell open, âbecause it sure seems like your little pussy thinks so, just look,â you followed his command and glanced down to spot how his intimidating girth nudged at your weepy petals.Â
Even after months of dating, you still hadnât gotten used to the daunting size of him.Â
âOh, fuckâŠâ your brows knitted together.Â
âJust listen to that,â he flicked the bulbous tip through your slick folds with more vigour, causing the melody of your want to echo even louder throughout the bedroom, âyouâre so fucking wet. You want it so badâŠâ
You then felt yourself fade away into the intoxicating sensation, letting him continue to fuck your fold and make your pussy drool even further till your eyes fluttered shut.Â
However, it didnât take very long at all, through all of the hazy motions, before the very tip of him caught your entrance and slipped inside.Â
âRafe!â you gasped, eyes snapping back open as your spine lurched off the mattress just an inch.Â
âFuck,â he let out a loud groan, âsorry, babe. Youâre just too soaked, it slipped in,â though didnât move at all to pull it back out, since it had secretly been completely on purpose, âchrist, youâre so tightâŠâ
As he slipped his shirt over his head and tossed it to the side, you pleaded once more, âRafeâŠâ quietly begging for him to take it out through the conflicting haze as the familiar sensation of him stuffing you full always shut your brain completely off.
âThis doesnât count,â he claimed as he began to move, pumping just the bulbous head of himself in and out of your little hole, ânot really. I can fuck you with just the tip, right?â a few of his fingers then lowered to strum your clit and summon a loud moan from deep within your soul, âyeah, thatâs what I thoughtâŠâ
As he removed his fingers from your clit, he then stuffed them in your mouth, muffling your soft whimpers and letting you suck them clean of your juices. As the taste of yourself coated your tongue, your own hands came up to clutch his, holding it near as you soon let your pecks wander across his palm and even down to plant a soft kiss to the gold ring that never left his finger.
âOhâ,â a gasp then left your lungs as he suddenly pushed in a bit more of his length, âRafe, thatâs too deep,â selfishly letting himself feel more of your warmth.Â
âNo, thatâs not too deep,â he began to fuck you properly, making you lose your breath, âyou wanna know what is too deep?â a purposefully harsh thrust then buried itself so far inside of you that a tingle of pain joined the pleasure, âthatâs too deep,â he then retracted just a tad, though still filled you up completely with each long stroke, âthis is just right.âÂ
âWe canâtâ,â you foggily tried to shake your head.Â
âYes, we can. Just look how good youâre taking me, baby,â the palm youâd been clutching then escaped your grasp and scooped behind your head to tilt your neck and lock it there, directing your glance down between your bodies and forcing you to spot the faint bulge that appeared at each one of his mind-melting thrusts, âyou donât wanna stopâŠâ
Feeling that all too familiar high begin to fuzz up your periphery, you trembled, âo-oh, fuckâŠâÂ
âYou feel so fucking goodâŠâ he grunted as your pussy began to clench around his fat girth, âjust let me use you for a bit, yeah?âÂ
âIâ, Iâ,â gasps of air expanded your lungs as his pace then thrust you over the edge, âholy shitâŠâ and your cunt helplessly clambered around him.Â
In your orgasmic haze, Rafe then abruptly flipped you around for you to lay on your stomach, and you barely managed to process it before you felt the weight of him settle atop of you, smooshing you down into the mattress as he slid back in.Â
âAh!â you yelped at the way he didnât hold back, âRafe, itâs too much,â not even bothering to grant you a chance to recover, but simply fucked through your soreness, âI canâtââ
âOh, shut up, you can take it,â he growled in your ear, his feet hooking your ankles and spreading your shaky legs further for him, âtake it like the good little slut you are.â
It was strange how heâd taught your body to love the pain he inflicted. Even if the source was just his god-given gift of a girth, or curse, all depending on your point of view, and not the roughness he occasionally let slip out of the dark depths he tried to hide his jagged sides in for you and you alone. Â
âFuck,â you soon heard him groan as his heavy sack slapped against your cunt at each one of his furious rocks, âIâm gonna cum!âÂ
âPull outâ,â you managed to mumble into the sheets.
âWhat?â he kept on pounding your poor pussy.Â
âNot inside,â you tilted your head a bit to beg, âplease!â
âOh my god, fine,â he then begrudgingly pulled out and with one hand flipped you back onto your stomach as the other wrapped around his cock and he began to fuck his fist. Pushing himself up onto his knees, he crawled further up your body till his thighs caged you in, denting the mattress on either side of your face. He didnât even wait for your lips to part before he shoved his dick down your throat, making you gag as he groaned loudly above you, âfuckâŠâ and fed you his load. Â
When he soon flopped down on the bed beside you, the both of you catching your breaths, you instinctively gulped down what heâd given you before you curled your frame into his side.Â
As he wrapped an arm beneath your head, his glance then flickered down to you as he caught your chin with his thumb and forefinger, tilting you up to him before he asked, âdid you swallow it?â digging his digit slightly into your skin and making you open your mouth for him, letting him discover the answer him himself, âfuck⊠thatâs my girlâŠâ he groaned before dipping down to kiss you.Â
The peck however didnât carry on for long as his warmth then suddenly disappeared.Â
âWhere are you going?â you watched as he got up, reaching out your arms to him in a silent plea for cuddles.Â
âIâm thirsty,â he zipped his pants back up, though didnât bother with his shirt, âyou just try and fall asleep, Iâll be right back.âÂ
Flashing him a drowsy smile, âokay,â you then tug the duvet over your form and let your gaze shadow him as he made his way out of the room.Â
You thought you hadnât managed to fall asleep, but evidently, you had as when the door to the room suddenly burst open, you were jolted awake, Rafe as well stirring as he was now settled behind you with an arm draped over your frame.Â
As three of your friends rushed to slam the door behind them, Rafe propped himself up and mumbled, âhey, what the fuckââ
But Hana then cut him off, a downright terrified look plastered not only all over her own face, but the rest as well.
âOliverâs dead,â she uttered through the tears that thickened up her voice.Â
Still groggy, you slowly sat up and murmured, âwhat?â
Snapping her bloodshot eyes to lock with yours, she bellowed, âOliver is fucking dead!âÂ
As your gaze flickered over the group in search of any sign that what she claimed wasnât true, you heard Rafe behind you exhale, âokay, this isnât funny.â
âOh shut up, you dick!â Brian shot back, doubled over in the corner, hyperventilating as Jerome kneeled before him, trying to calm him down.Â
âHey, hey,â you gently raised up a hand, âdonât talk to him like that. What the hell do you mean Oliver is dead?â
âI mean that heâs dead as in dead, dead,â Hana explained, her words causing the world to suddenly crumble all around you, âJerome went outside to get something from the car and found him on the porch, not moving and with his head stuck under the water in the hot tub.âÂ
With tears now stinging the corners of your eyes, you struggled to suck in a breath of air, âwhat?â
âItâs that fucking ghost story you told us,â Brian panicked in the corner, âitâs real, isnât it?âÂ
âOkay,â Rafe uttered as the both of you leapt out of bed and scrambled to get some clothes on, âletâs all just calm down.â
âWe gotta call the police,â Hana said, to which Jerome swiftly pulled out his phone, only to then curse quietly as he discovered what Brian too noticed when he glanced over his shoulder.Â
âFuck, we canât, thereâs no signal!â
Hana then glanced around at everyone, âwell then one of us has gotta drive and find some, right?âÂ
âHell no,â Brian shuttered, âif thereâs some psycho out in these woods, then Iâm not staying behind to get murdered. Weâre all going.â
So thatâs how, after youâd all scurried downstairs and filtered out through the sliding door to the porch, that you saw the truth with your own eyes.Â
Even though his head was obscured beneath water, the unmoving corpse of your dear friend still caught your eyes and stopped you in your tracks.
âOh my godâŠâ you sobbed, your blood running cold.Â
But before you could let your feet carry you closer to the scene of the crime, Rafe seized your arm and uttered, âbaby, come on,â before pulling you along the last short distance towards the cars, âIâm sorry, but we gotta go.â
Though when you did reach the vehicles and attempted to start them, neither one of them would as theyâd seemingly been tampered with, forcing the panicked lot of you all to run back inside.Â
âShitâŠâ Brian clutched onto the back of the couch in the living room for support, âwhat do we do now?â
âWe canât go on foot, not in the dark through this forest,â Rafe spoke, âso we gotta stay here till morning.â
Glancing around the space, Hana uttered, âthen we gotta make this place safe. Lock all the doors and windows, find somewhere to hide.âÂ
âYeah, good idea,â your boyfriend nodded before suggesting, âletâs split up, itâll be faster that way. Y/n with me, weâll take that side of the house, and the rest of you stay over here.âÂ
And before anyone could protest, heâd yanked you down a dark hallway.
You nearly stumbled twice as Rafe dragged your shaking visage through the lake house, only stopping once youâd reached a large closet.Â
âIn here, baby,â he shoved you inside, though began to shut the door before he nuzzled himself in as well.Â
âNo, what are you doing?â tears streaming down your face, you attempted to stop him.Â
Though he only halted his efforts a second, grasping your face as he uttered, âplease, just stay here.â
âNo, itâs too dangerous,â you clutched onto his dark t-shirt, âyou canâtââ
âBabe, I canât let anything happen to you. I canât lose you,â he then collided his lips with your own, a sob escaping your lungs as he briefly kissed you, âplease, just stay right here, hide, for me.âÂ
Slowly, you loosened your trembling grip on his shirt and cried, âI love you.âÂ
âIâll be right back!â he promised before shutting the closet door and bathing you in darkness.Â
You had no idea how much time passed, if it was only a few seconds or hours that you stayed in the dusty and dim abyss of that closet, but then when a loud crash and a shrill scream suddenly found your ears, your shaky hand pushed the door back open.
Youâd never in your life been as terrified as you were when you found yourself tip-toeing down that long, dark hallway. Though, as you sneaked past the ajar door to the study, your entire body suddenly froze up at the massacre that met you within.Â
Unmoving and slumped over the threshold, there lied Jerome, his face beaten to a pulp, rendering it nearly unrecognisable as blood slowly trickled into the tight curls on the top of his head.Â
Past where Hana was lying in the middle of the room, battered and coughing, in the corner you saw as a tall figure, masked by a dark motorcycle helmet, crouched over the still form of Brian and landed the last few blows to claim his life.Â
âPlease,â Hanaâs words were gurgled by blood as the killer slowly straightened back up. Twisting ever so slightly, the assailant plucked out one of the clubs from the gold bag that leaned against one of the tall bookcases, âjust let me go,â your last living friend begged as you watched the murderer wrap his long fingers around the handle and take the few steps to where Hana lied, âjust let meââÂ
As he took a wide swing and hit your friend right in her temple, the loud crack that echoed throughout the cabin made you shutter in terror and let out an uncontrollable scream, causing the killerâs head to snap up to spot you in the dark hallway.Â
For a second you both just stood there, frozen and staring at one another, like two deer in headlights. But then, as he began to move, taking his time as he stepped over the bodies littering his path, you stumbled back and collided with the wall directly behind you.Â
You tried to run, but even though you managed to slip out the wide glass doors and escape a good distance into the dark forest surrounding the house, the masked man still caught up to you and flung you against a tree. As he had you cornered, you felt him drag the cold tip of the golf club up your right leg and over your shuttering skin, drawing a crimson line of your belovedâs blood across your goosebump-ridden flesh.Â
âP-please donât kill me, pleaseâ,â you cried, but just then, the moonlight that streamed through the dense treetops caught in a glint of gold that adorned the hand that clutched the club, a recognizable ring that caused your heart to drop.Â
As your eyes then flickered up to the dark helmet, that too seemed oddly familiar now that you truly looked at it.Â
In some sick and twisted way, you hoped that the killer had just stolen the jewellery from your boyfriend as a trophy of the nightâs conquest and not the horrifying alternative.Â
But when you then tried to slip away and the man pushed you back, your hands defensively shot up, though only managed to knock the helmet off his head and let it tumble to the dark forest floor below, unveiling the earth-shattering truth.Â
âOh my godâŠâ you gasped, eyes wide as you now stood face to face with your boyfriend.Â
âShh,â he took a step closer to you, caging you in even further, âcalm down, baby. Donât do anything stupid now.âÂ
âTheyâ⊠they were rightâŠâ the warnings your now deceased friends had given you since the moment you got involved with the frat boy buzzed in your mind, though when theyâd light-heartedly called him a psycho, you never in your wildest dreams thought that they would have been correct in their choice of words, âI canât believe they were rightâŠâ
A low sigh then escaped Rafeâs lungs.Â
âYou really should have just stayed hidden like I told you to⊠I didnât want you to find out this way⊠it would have been so much simpler if youâd just bought into the story I made upâŠâÂ
âYou killed my friendsâŠâ your chest ached with every painful gasp of air, âhowâ⊠how could you?âÂ
âOh, honeyâŠâ his head tilted slightly as the corners of his lips twitched, âdo you really think this is my first time?âÂ
Staring back at him in horror, you sputtered, âw-why?â
âBecause of you,â he uttered as if it was obvious, âit was all for you,â his feet shifted him even closer to you, âthey were a bad influence, so this was the only way.â
âThey were my family!âÂ
âThey were like a poison, all of them, trying to control you, trying to take you away from me,â he inched in even closer, making you wish the harsh bark that scratched up your spine would simply open up like a portal and let you escape, âI know Hana was trying to get you to break up with me⊠Oliver always followed you around like a lost puppy, just hoping youâd one day spread your legs for him⊠and Jerome and Brian? They were just plain annoying,â his hot breath fanned across your skin as he petted the edges of your features with a knuckle of the hand clutching the golf club, âI did it all for you, for us, because I love you⊠fuck, you have no idea how much I fucking love you, babyâŠâ he uttered before bringing the bud of the improvised weapon down upon the side of your head and knocking you clean out.Â
When you came to, the flicking light from a lit fireplace was the only source of light in the dim room you found yourself in. Arms folded up behind your head, a long rope was tangled around them and stretched up to a beam in the ceiling above. Your legs too were tied, keeping your naked frame upright and locked in place in the middle of the room.Â
âFucking finally,â a low voice echoed from the chair across the chamber, causing you to wince as the tone pierced your soul and worsened your splitting headache, âyou really took your sweet time waking up.âÂ
Blinking back at your boyfriend as he leaned back in the seat, pants undone and his hard length tight in his fist, a murmur escaped your lips, ââŠyou knocked me outâŠâ
âYeah, Iâm sorry about that,â he got up and walked towards your suspended form, âbut you didnât give me any other choice.âÂ
As he slowly neared you, your glossy eyes flickered up to meet his.
âRafe, please,â you heard your voice break as you tried to keep your tone soft, âyou donât have to do this. Just untie me, I promise I wonât be mad at you.â
âOh yeah?â a small scoff slipped through his smirk.Â
âYes. Iâll do whatever you want, just please let me go,â you begged, âplease donât hurt me.âÂ
âShh, shh,â his palm rose up to stroke your hair before letting it rush down and over the curves of your exposed body, âbut youâve been such a bad girl. I think you deserve a lesson that hurts a little bit,â his palm then slapped your pussy, still soaked and sore from earlier, rendering you to let out a shrill yelp, âitâs okay, you can cryâŠâ he briefly leaned in to kiss your cheek before he shifted, though still staying so close that his nose ghosted along your skin as he made his way around to stand directly behind you, âyou look so pretty when you doâŠâ
You then squirmed as he reached down to grasp his cock and nudge at your sensitive entrance, âRafe, pleaseâ, ah!â a cry then left your form as he ruthlessly rammed his way inside, plugging you up so completely that his balls nuzzled against your slick skin.Â
âFuck!â his moan tickled the shell of your ear as he tangled his arms around your torso, âyouâre so perfectâŠâ he began to move, finding a selfish pace to wreck you with, âso perfect and all mineâŠâÂ
As his thrusts caused your tits to jiggle, one of his wide hands soared up to grasp one while the other one snaked up to wrap around your throat. He then squeezed it fiercely enough that all your noises eventually faded away and he kept you completely quiet for a good moment before his hold slackened and he once again granted you the privilege of gasping for air.Â
âThis is all you need, just me, only me,â he grunted, âjust like this, using your pretty little hole for exactly what it was made for⊠you were made for me and nobody else⊠no oneâŠâ
His grip then drifted down to dent your hips before he lifted them, raising your bound frame till your tip toes were barely grazing the cold floor. Your back arched slightly as he repeatedly brought your hips back to him, his balls sloppily slapping against your swollen clit each time he manoeuvred your body and treated you like a toy.Â
When he then hooked an arm around your front to keep moving your body greedily against him, it granted the other one the grace to roam your frame freely.Â
As his fingers found one of your nipples in a harsh pinch, he let out a groan at the way you began to clamper down around his fat girth, âare you gonna cum, baby? Huh?â his palm then slapped your tit, âbecause it sure fucking feels like youâre close,â before he suddenly retracted completely, slipping out of your drooling cunt and causing a shy whimper to slip from your lips, one he swiftly cut off when he smacked your cheek, âtoo bad. Youâre not allowed to.âÂ
As you shakily struggled to stay on your unsteady feet, you panted, âRafe, my legs, I canâtââ
âOh yeah?â he mockingly pouted at you as he sauntered around to your front, âdo they hurt? Are you tired?â and as you offered him a nod, his fingers grasped your chin, âwell,â his thumb slowly stretched up to trace your bottom lip, âif you promise that youâll be a good girl for me, then Iâll give you a little break.â
âYes, I will,â a tear rolled down your still stinging cheek.Â
âYou will what?â his palm briefly slapped the side of your face once again before returning to the same hold.Â
âIâll be your good girl, Iâll do whatever you want,â you begged and as he then sank down to his knees, grabbed a pocketknife resting on a nearby table and held up his end of the bargain, slicing through the ropes at your legs and cutting them loose. A new wave of sobs tumbled out of your form, âthank you! Oh, thank you so much!â
Tossing the blade far away before he rose back up, âyouâre fucking welcome, baby,â he then caught you off guard as he suddenly plucked your lower half up into his arms.Â
âW-wait, I thought youâd give me a break!â your legs trembled in his grasp as he slide you back onto his fat cock.Â
âYeah, your legs were tired, so Iâm being nice and giving them a break,â the wet claps of your skin roughly colliding once again filled the dark room, âyour pussy doesnât deserve one yet⊠unless of course, this is you begging me to fuck your assâŠâ a wicked wish that heâd been begging you for ever since the very first time he banged you.Â
âNo! No, not there, please, Iâve neverââ
âOh, I know you havenât,â he smirked, âthatâs what makes it so much more funâŠâ
âPlease, Rafe,â you blinked back at him, âdonât.â
âYou told me I could do whatever I wantâŠâ he angled his bucks right against that spot that caused your teeth to dig into your lower lip, âyou promised to be a good girl for me and just take whatever I give youâŠâÂ
âI will,â your eyes couldnât help but flutter, âjust please not that.â
He then let a dollop of his spit splatter directly against your face, âalright, but only because I love you,â before he dipped down to plant a feverish kiss against your lips, âtell me that you love me too.â
âI love you,â you murmured against his mouth.Â
âHuh?â one of his hands let go of you and he shifted to balance you with only one, letting the other instead drift down between your forms to bully your puffy pearl, âwhat was that?â
âI loâ, a-ah!â you suddenly whined as he pressed one of his fingers inside your pussy, not caring in the slightest that you were already completely filled up as he forced his digit in alongside his fat cock.Â
âCome on, baby,â he stared down at you, âtell me you love me,â and kept up his ruthless pace as he hooked the finger inside of you, âtell your soulmate just how much you love and adore him, how you want nothing more than to worship him at his feet.âÂ
âIâ, Iâ, Rafe,â you gasped, feeling as if he was splitting you in half, âitâs too muchââ
âNo, itâs not too much, itâs exactly right, you can take it, baby.âÂ
âI canâtââ
âI donât fucking care,â he continued to fuck you without remorse, slamming his intimidating length so deep inside of you that you nearly couldnât breathe, âI wanna feel you cum, just like this.â
âRafeââ
âDo it or Iâll get a lot meaner,â he warned you before he finally got what he wanted. Your squirt drizzled down on the floor as the intensity caused a scream to erupt from your form, âthere you go, fuck,â he groaned as he watched your pussy gush around his girth, âthatâs it,â before the way your cunt clambered down around him caused him to let go as well, âshit,â and pump you full of his cum.Â
Rafe pressed a peck to your forehead before he pulled out of your warmth and you breathlessly glanced down to watch as his hot load began to leak out of your quivering hole.Â
âAlright, baby,â he exhaled and then uttered words that caused a shiver to trickle down your spine, âforeplayâs over. I think youâre ready for your punishment now.â
© 2024 thyme-in-a-bubbleÂ
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I might tweak some details later (jewelry? take the ribbon off the bow?) but I've about got a Scalene design I like. The lipstick is really the centerpiece of the design. Now let's infodump! With more art!
đș Notice her lines are a a little curvy. It's not for artistic effect. She's got a Fictional Polygon Physical Disorder that makes her bendier than she should beâmeaning, among other things, sides that curve and flex.
đș It's also the kind of condition with symptoms that are romanticized by people who don't grok that it's a debilitating medical condition. Sides that curve and flex? How exotic! This went to her head in the wrong ways.
đș Bill was born with the same condition. You know how squishy and blobby he was as a baby? Thaaat's genetic! He was a lot squishier than most babies! And, consequently, more adorable.
đșScalene dreamed of being a famous super model. Was actually a teen beauty queen at mid-tier beauty pageants. She thinks it's always somebody else's fault she wasn't more successful.
đș She took Bill to his first baby beauty pageant the day he was born. He did, in fact, have a Best Baby Ever award presented to him by the mayor, but to be fair he was only competing against like 6 other babies and who's going to withhold a trophy from a newborn on his birthday? Anyway the 6-12 month group and 12-24 month groups also each had a Best Baby Ever award.
đș This was an absolutely bonkers thing for Scalene to do.
đș What's that small scrunkly thing doing at a pageant, he can't even see color yet.
đș Their fictional squishy medical condition doesn't just accidentally make shapes cute. It's the kind of condition that affects just about all parts of the body: sides won't stay straight, poor muscle tone resulting in instability & weakness, poor motor coordination & clumsiness, back aches & pains (well, triangles don't have "backs." side aches?), easily dislocated joints, and increasingly skewed sides with age. Just about everyone in Scalene's family is born equilateral and ends up extremely scalene after young adulthood. The rest of her family have normal relationships with their condition, she's the only one who's weird about it
đș She was very rough on her body in pursuit of pageantry success, but her physical symptoms & associated chronic pain got a lot worse due to having a kid; she had to retire from pageantry for good. She doesn't blame Bill for this at all. Out loud, to his face. (If she hadn't been so rough on herself in pageants, having a kid probably wouldn't have impacted her health this much. She doesn't consider this.)
đș She's weirdly intent on seeing Bill become the success she wasn't. He's her little golden child, he deserves to be seen as the greatest! He'll show them how great he is for mommy, won't he? He won't let mommy down, will he? When he's very young, she takes him to child pageantsâhe'll appreciate the lessons they taught him when he's olderâand this lasts until he finds out he can get out of it by pyrokinetically setting the stage on fire.
đș She jokes ("jokes") that she didn't realize that when she was having a kid, she was firing herself from the pageant circuit so she could hire & train her own replacement. These jokes had no long-term impact on Bill at all!!!
(Compare/contrast: how we're told Stan's "You watch the movie, you scare the girl, the girl snuggles up next to you, next thing you know you gotta raise a kid, your life falls apart" is repeating something he heard his dad say.)
đș Did you know that squeaky baby shoes are sometimes medical devices? Squeakers help children with poor muscle tone and delayed motor skills learn how to walk correctly: it makes them want to walk on their heels instead of their toes so they can hear the squeak. Did you know sometimes oversized squeaky baby shoes are worn by young kids who need ankle braces? Did you know that kids with poor motor coordination can take a longer time to learn complicated motor skills like tying shoelaces rather than using shoes with velcro straps? It sure is interesting that baby Bill's most defining visual feature is oversized squeaky sneakers with velcro straps and that he kept wearing velcro shoes until he was 16!
đș As a baby, Bill's angles were technically supposed to be equilateral,* but thanks to his inherited condition, his angles were so loose his top corner practically formed a right angle. Not good: the closer a triangle creeps to being obtuse, the more likely he'll have muscle strain and medical issues from his organs being squished out of place by his own exoskeleton.
(*supposed to be equilateral: but after receiving treatment, they discovered his angles were still 60Âș, 60Âș, and 60.1Âș, which is mathematically impossible for a triangle... on a euclidean plane. But on a non-euclidean 3D plane, such as in spherical geometry, a triangle's angles can add up to more than 180Âș... and it's this slight 3D flex to Bill's body that lets him see up into the third dimension.)
đș For his first few years of life he actually had a hypotenuse, until physical therapy and side braces helped him improve his muscle tone. Sometimes he still reflexively refers to his base as his hypotenuse. It's fine, sweetie, it's nothing to be embarrassed about, mommy had a hypotenuse too. Don't tell anyone.
đș Scalene took baby Billy to a lot of doctors as a kid, just like how she was taken to a lot of doctors! Doctor for his side braces, doctor for his physical therapy, doctor for his shoes... doctor for his eye when he started talking about seeing white glitter at the edge of his vision. Scalene didn't have that symptom, but the eye doc said their condition does occasionally come with visual problemsâblurred vision, lazy eye, visual field defects... It sounds like Bill's main field of vision is unobstructed, but if the visual snow he's getting in his peripheral vision is distracting him and confusing his little toddler mind into thinking it's something real, they can give him a medication that'll narrow his field of view. From the sound of it, he's not seeing anything important at the edge of his vision, anyway.
And she only wants what's best for her golden child.
đș Scalene's "bow" is actually a medical device: sort of like a medical corset, it helps tug and press her anatomy into place to reduce pain. Bill started wearing one preventativelyâif he can keep everything in place when he's young, it'll take longer for his angles to skew when he's older. Like wearing a retainer when you get your braces out.
đș He has a cane for the same reasonâhe doesn't need it NOW when he's young, but he might as well keep it on hand, by age 35 he'll probably want to stand more often than float and when he's standing he'll probably want the extra support! Even if he doesn't need it by 35, he will eventually!!
đș Bill doesn't medically need a bow tie in the third dimension either; but he adapted it to help tie his 3D exoskeleton on.
đș A trillion years later, Bill suspects that his mutation to see the third dimension came, at least in part, from his mom's medical condition. Except, she didn't have that vision. Nobody else with the condition on her side of the family had that vision. It's not a known symptom of the condition. His dad had stuff going on with his eye too, did he get it from his dad's side? A mix of both? Just a standalone random mutation? He doesn't know; and with the rest of his species dead, there's no way for him to find out.
But back to Scalene!
đș She's not quite red, she's rose gold. However she doesn't like it. She thinks it's a sort of pinkish brown and very dull. She uses makeup to make herself look redder. Note how bright red her sides are: in a species where only your edges are visible, body paint is the most common form of makeup+fashion. She's pleased her baby came out gold-gold, it's much cuter. Bill knows she's rose gold, but he only saw her with her makeup off when she was tired or sick; he remembers her painted red.
đș She adores her Billy; but she somewhat sees him as an extension of her will. She thinks he's just perfect and will tell anyone who asks; but she also demands he be perfect and is furious when he isn't. She'll protect him from ANY perceived external threat; but she'll tough love him into being the kind of success she thinks he should be. He learns early that when he screws up, he can often redirect his mother's anger by pointing his finger and saying it's someone else's fault, and she'll bring the wrath of heaven down on them. Woe to the teacher who gives Bill an F on a test.
đș I'm on a quest to write Bill as a foil to the entire cast of Gravity Falls, and that extends to writing his family as a foil to the entire cast's families. Scalene's a blend of Pacifica's mom and Caryn: beautiful, proud of her beauty, afraid of losing her youth, self-aggrandizing, quick to lie about her & her family's (false/exaggerated) accomplishmentsâand very aware of the fact that you can say anything about woo-woo mystical matters and nobody can prove you wrong.
đș So she takes it great when they figure out Bill is, like, legit psychic. And by "takes it great" I mean "starts a cult."
There's what I've got on Scalene. Fortunately, I got to keep all my pre-TBOB headcanons about Bill's mom, I only had to change her shape & color. I already had medical trauma baked right into the family!
(Preemptive disclaimer before I get any "but she doesn't look 2D" comments: we all understand that the baby Bill picture we see in the book is a psychically-generated 3D approximation of Bill's 2D Euclidean form, right? And that drawing a 3D baby Bill design alongside rigidly 2D parent designs would make it look like even in the second dimension Bill already had a 3D body, right? So, if we're drawing a 3D baby Bill and want to convey that they looked similar to him, we have to draw his parents in a similar art style, right? Okay, great.)
#gravity falls#the book of bill#thisisnotawebsitedotcom#scalene cipher#bill cipher#euclydia#scalene and euclid#(euclid's only mentioned in passing but at some point i'll do a matching post about him too)#(scalene's made up fictional condition's inspired by like 2/3 scoliosis and 1/3 ehler dahlos)#(but again it's a fictional condition for fictional aliens. not an accurate 1:1 reflection of anything irl)
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f**k you.
ellie williams x afab!reader
warnings: hate sex, ellieâs rude as shit in the first half, alcohol use, some name-calling, aggressive kissing, fingering, scissoring, brat taming, spanking, edging/overstim⊠i think thats it
a/n: kinktoberâs here! ik im a few hours late guys im sorry. but hopefully this juicyness makes up for it !! wc 3.4k
Ellie couldnât stand you.
She found you so incredibly annoying, and yet you shared the same friends. Which was the biggest problem, ever.
She never failed to make sure to let you know what she thought of you.
âHey, idiot. Weâre trying to have a conversation. Shut it for once, yeah?â
And you made sure to let her know that the feeling was mutual.
âSuck my dick, Williams.â
And like clockwork, sheâd say something along the lines of âSorry babe. Not into that.â
Truthfully, the two of you had been doing this for a while. This was nothing new. Youâd go at eachother back and forth until one of you gets genuinely pissed off. Rinse. Repeat.
Dina hated it because she loves the two of you; she just canât handle being in a room with both of you at once. Jesse would find it amusing until you and Ellie wouldnât shut up during a movie.
It didnât matter what you said or did. Ellie would either laugh, mock, or straight up disagree with you. Even if you stayed quiet and said nothing at all.
âLooks like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today.â
Sheâd wait for your response, and when you didnât have one, sheâd keep going.
âNo seriously. You look like dogshit.â
âEllie please shut the fuck up.â
It was like she couldnât ignore you. As if your presence was so incredibly overwhelming, that she just had to react to everything you did. You didnât get it.
If you met up with the friend group to eat, Ellie somehow âforgotâ to get you something. Sheâd make plans and purposely exclude you. And if you brought it up, sheâd tell you to âchill the fuck out, itâs not that serious.â
You hated Ellie. And yet here you were, six feet across from her, sitting on the rug of her living room floor. Dina had insisted on a friendly get-together at Ellieâs, specifically requesting that âyou donât kill eachother.â You told her youâd try, but made no promises.
âHey, Jesse.â Ellie said. âCould you grab me and Dina another beer?â
âEllie,â Dina says. âYou didnât even ask if Y/N wanted one.â
âSo?â She replies. âSheâs a big girl. If she wants another she can get it herself.â
You rolled your eyes. She always did this â talked about you as if you were the dumbest person to ever exist.
âIâm right here, Ellie.â You snap. âI can hear you.â
âI know.â Ellie says. âThatâs why I said it.â
âGuys, please.â Dina groans. âJust one night. One good night is all I ask.â
Jesse brings over more bottles. He cracks one open before handing it to you. Ellie stares at you, waiting for Jesse to hand out the rest before speaking.
âIt would be easier if I didnât have to look at her fuckinâ face all night.â
You scoffed. âYou know, youâre really cocky for someone who lives in a fucking garage.â
âYouâre lucky I even let your ass in this garage.â Ellie mutters. âProbably tracked in a shitton of dirt.â
âWhat the fuck are you talking about?â You ask abruptly.
Dina rubs her temples. âGuysââ
âYou that stupid?â She questions. âIt means Iâm gonna have to sweep once you leave. Donât want your germs gettinâ on my shit.â
âFuck this. Nope. Not doing this.â Dina says, getting up from the floor. She whips around to face you and Ellie.
âI have tried to ignore the two of you in hopes of having a good time. I have begged you to get along for once. But clearly, none of itâs fucking working!â She throws her hands up. âIâm done. Seriously â come on, Jesse, weâre leaving.â
Jesse thinks for a moment, then shrugs. He begins walking towards the door with his beer in hand.
âWait, what?â Ellie asks.
âYou guys are gonna sit here and sort this shit out.â She says, throwing on her coat. âUntil then, me and Jesse are going somewhere else.â
âYou canât be serious.â
âDinaââ
âDonât wanna hear it.â She states as Jesse opens the door for her. âThe two of you are smart, figure it out. You can come find us when youâre done.â
âSee you,â Is all Jesse says, before pulling the door shut.
You and Ellie look straight ahead.
What the fuck.
Heat rushed to your cheeks. You didnât know what to do. Dina was obviously pissed, but being left alone with Ellie was the last thing you wanted.
Itâs as if she could read your mind.
âGet out.â
You raise your brows. âExcuse me?â
âThey left because you donât know when to shut your mouth,â She says. âAnd I donât wanna keep hearing it, so get out.â
Your previous desire to get up and walk out of the door suddenly disappears. You set your drink down.
âNo.â
âWhat?â
âYou donât like me? Great.â You say, kicking your feet back. âI donât like you either. But Iâm not gonna do what you say, when you say it, every single fucking time.â
âWow.â She takes a sip of beer. âYou know, you can be a real bitch sometimes.â
Your eyes flash over to the brunette in less than a second. But she doesnât budge. Just leans into the couch, legs spread.
âEllieââ You begin. âWhat the fuck is your problem with me?â
She smirks as if you said something funny.
âIâm serious. What the fuck is it?â You repeat, staring intently.
âAre you that dense?â She meets your gaze. âYour attitude. If you couldnât tell, you have a serious attitude problem. Should really get it checked out.â
It was your turn to laugh. âLike you donât have an attitude problem.â
âYeah, but thatâs me.â
âOh,â You nod sarcastically. âOkay. Sure, yeah. Because that makes sense.â
âSee? Again with the attitude.â
Silence fills the room as you bite your tongue. The fact that you felt the impulse to respond immediately kind of proved Ellieâs point.
It pissed you off that she was right. You did have a bit of an attitude problem with her. In your defense, she never leaves you alone. You get along just fine with everyone else.
You had given up. You were ready to just go home and tell Dina the truth later. But as you stand up, out of absolutely nowhere, Ellie says:
âIt sucks, âcause youâre hot. Itâs a shame youâve gotta act like such a fuckinâ brat.â
Were your ears deceiving you? Did Ellie fucking Williams just say that?
You laugh it off and shake your head. âYou are truly something else.â
âIâm being serious.â She replies. âYou could just sit there and look pretty. Donât know why you choose to be so damn annoying instead.â
âIt would be so nice if you just learned when to shut up, Ellie.â
âYou gonna make me?â She says, watching you. You sigh dramatically.
âDidnât think so.â
The way she was toying with you made your skin run hot. You werenât sure if she really meant what she said, or if she was just trying to get a rise out of you. Either way, her sweatpants and sports bra combo wasnât helping; you could feel yourself getting worked up.
âWhat are you getting at?â You blurt out. âWhat are you trying to do?â
âIâm not trying to do anything,â She murmurs, looking down then back up again. âAre you?â
You laugh harshly. âWhat the hell makes you think that?â
âYouâre an attention whore,â She answers. âIt wouldnât surprise me.â
The way âwhoreâ rolled off of her tongue was so incredibly casual. And yet, you enjoyed the fact that she was saying it to you. Pigs must be flying. There was no way this was happening.
âIâm not a whore,â You stated.
âOh?â She says coyly. âI didnât call you a whore, I called you an attention whore. But you were quick to argue, so now Iâm curious.â
You shift your weight to one leg. âIâm not gonna fuck you, Ellie.â
âYeah? Then why are you still here?â
You felt your neck and ears become incredibly hot. Ellie leans forward, pushing herself up from the couch and faces you.
âIâd be flattered if you said itâs âcause you like me as a person, but we both know thatâs not true.â
Her eyes were dazed and unwavering. It couldâve been the alcohol, but it also couldâve been the fact that your mini skirt had been riding up your thighs all night.
And as for you, you surprisingly werenât repulsed. In fact, you liked seeing Ellie like this. If you were sober you might have dipped already, but your legs were heavy and your panties started to feel very constrictive.
âI thinkâŠâ She begins walking closer. âThat you want the exact same thing. You just act like youâre too good for it.â
You could feel your inhibition weakening. You drunkenly stare up at her. âYou think Iâm not?â
âI know youâre not.â She takes another step. You go to step back, but your heel hits the wall.
âI donât blame Dina for trying, but we both know weâre not gonna make up.â Another step.
âNo?â You whisper.
âMm-mm.â Her nose was almost brushing up against yours, now.
The eye contact was unmatched. Ellie wasnât budging, and neither were you.
âI fucking hate what you do to me,â You whispered against her lips.
She smirks. âI fucking love it.â
Immediately, her lips are engulfing yours, with so much damn fervor and need. You curled your fingers in her hair, and tugged down hard. You didnât care if you hurt her â after all, she deserved it.
Ellie smiles into the kiss, pulling you in closer as a small grunt leaves her lips. Her legs cage you in against the wall as she forces her tongue into your mouth.
You hated her. You hated her. You hated her.
So how was it possible for her to make you feel so goddamn good?
Her hands begin grasping at the hem of your clothes with frustration.
âFuck, baby.â She moans. âTake this shit off.â
You were compliant at this point; you merely slid your hands under your shirt and did what she said. Ellie presses her head against your chin, whispering a few more curses as she looks at your exposed breasts.
âSo fucking hot,â She groans, pressing her lips to your neck. You whined out of pleasure as you pulled her hips closer to you.
âThis is so embarrassing.â You mumble, shutting your eyes.
âMm,â Ellie hums. âSeem to be handling it quite well, though.â
The brunette begins trailing her kisses downwards. You jump at the new sensation.
âEllieââ
âShh.â She murmurs, teething dangerously close to your nipple. âGotta focus.â
When she latches on, your head immediately falls back. Youâre practically speechless as she sucks and swirls her tongue around the hardened bud.
You wanted her to keep going, but you were worried. If Dina and Jesse caught you like thisâŠ
As for Ellie, she is absolutely shameless in the way sheâs going in on your tits. It was clear that she had wanted to do this for a very long time â she was just being a complete ass about it.
She pulls away with a hard âpopâ before looking up at you with her green eyes. âCome here,â She says, grabbing your waist and pulling you down with her.
You gasp as the two of you land on the couch. Her hand quickly finds the back of your neck as she kisses you again, bucking gently against you. A soft moan escapes your lips as you pull back.
âWhat if Dina and Jeââ
âY/N,â She whispers, pulling her shirt over her head. âIâm in front of you, and I wanna fuck you. Please just shut up for once. Alright?â
You blush, looking down at her chest. Her nipples were poking out, hard as rocks. âYouâre so fucking mean.â
âYouâre fucking mean,â She says, smirking. âDepriving me of this for so damn long.â
âDidnât think you wanted me,â You slur against her lips.
âYeah, well⊠you are pretty fuckinâ annoying.â She huffs, as you lean in to kiss her again. As the minutes pass, you find yourself rolling your hips against hers.
âMore,â You say quietly.
âHm?â
âWant more of you, Ellie.â You sighed, nudging your fingertips under her waistband. âPlease.â
She grins before sliding her sweatpants and underwear off. âOnly because you said please.â
When your fingers drag down against her clit, sheâs wet, and you absentmindedly moan. She sneers, staring up at you.
âWhat?â You ask.
âNothing, just⊠that was the sluttiest thing Iâve ever heard in my life.â
You hum against her skin, gently rubbing your thumb against her hood. âI could be sluttier.â
âOh yeah?â She responds, grazing her teeth against your jaw.
You drag your fingers from her pussy to your lips, gently engulfing them in your mouth. You keep your eyes on her as you suck her juices off, groaning at the sweet taste.
Ellieâs face becomes that of a pornstar. Her eyes are half-lidded, nearly rolling back as she stifles a moan.
âHoly fuck,â She says, biting down on her lip. Her gaze drops to your lower body, and she begins shoving the fabric of your skirt up.
âWhat are you doing?â You murmur, watching the skirt bunch around your waist.
âNot gonna waste anymore time,â She explains, tugging at your panties. âI fucking need this pussy.â
You help her remove the undergarment, letting it drop onto the floor. Her hands settle on your ass as you gently lift her leg, lining yourself up against her.
âFuck yes,â She whispers, watching carefully as you gently slot your cunt against hers.
Her cunt was soft, and incredibly slick and sticky. It takes you a moment to get the right angle before you begin to get a rhythm going.
Once you start speeding up, Ellie practically loses it. Sheâs breathing like she canât get enough air.
âFuck yes.â She repeats, bringing her hand down onto your ass with a hard slap. Her eyes are closed as she scrunches her brows in pleasure. âHoly fucking shit.â
âGod,â You moan, sloshing your pussy up against hers. âYouâre so wet, Ellie.â
The room becomes one filled with wet noises and moaning. Ellieâs hands are grabbing at everything â your ass, your tits, the couch. Sheâs in euphoria, seeing stars as she tries not to black out.
âGoddamn,â She mutters. âSo fucking good, baby. Doing so fucking good.â
You whimper at the praise, still trying to wrap your head around what was happening. Ellie had been your worst enemy for months, and here you were, bumping clits with her like a fucking slut.
âShitââ She grunts, pushing her head back. âIâm close, âm gonna cum.â
âAlready?â You joke. âThatâs quick, donât you think?â
She quickly opens her eyes and looks at you. âDonât.â
âDonât what?â You say slyly, slowing down ever so slightly.
She smacks your ass, hard. âDonât you fucking dare.â
You slow down even more, grinning proudly. âI donât know what youâre talking about, Ellie.â
âY/N, you better fucking finish me off.â
âBut⊠â You whisper in an innocent tone. âWeâre having so much fun, right?â
âI swear toââ She exhales vexedly before sinking her nails into your hips. âFuck it.â
She sits up, grabbing you forcefully before pushing you down so youâve switched places. Ellie props your leg up on her shoulder.
âWanna be a fucking brat? Hm?â She whispers, bringing herself down on your cunt harshly.
You moan in response, goosebumps beginning to form on your arms. You place your hands on her abs, pushing slightly in an attempt to get her to let up.
âEllie, âs too much.â You mewl, as she ruts her pussy against yours.
âShut up,â She mumbles. âYou can take it.â
She keeps you down as she fucks you, ramming herself against your cunt. The sloshing of your clits sends you into a spiral.
âOh my god, Ellie,â You murmur. âFeels so good.â
âYeah?â She grunts. âYou like this?â
You nod, but Ellie places a sharp slap on your boob.
âAnswer me.â
âY-Yeah,â You stammer, trying to grasp reality as the only thing going through your mind is how good her pussy feels on yours.
She uses her hand and grabs your chin, tilting your head up. âYou better not fucking cum until I do, you hear me?â
You nod again. âY-Yes, Ellie.â
The way Ellie scissors is ruthless. Sheâs concentrated, hair sticking to her forehead as she stares down at you. She watches the way your tits bounce as she fucks herself on you, watching as you beg her to slow down.
Her teeth clench as she nears her orgasm. She looks up at the ceiling before dropping her head back down.
âFuck, Iâm, shitâ âm getting close.â
âYeah?â You murmur.
âUh-huh.â You bring your hand up to her cheek as she maintains her rhythm.
âWanna cum with you, Ellie. Wanna cum all over your fucking pussy.â
âFuck,â She says through gritted teeth. âFuck yes. Keep talking, just like that.â
Ellie knew she wasnât very far off. But she figured sheâd make the most of it, in case this was the last time she got to see you like this.
âSo good, Ellie,â You say softly. âYour pussy feels so fuckinâ good.â
âYeah?â She exhales.
âMhm,â You murmur. âBest Iâve ever had.â
Ellieâs eyes roll into the back of her head, her moans becoming choppy. She gently holds your foot as she grinds her hips down faster.
As Ellie becomes wetter, you stiffen and feel your stomach tightening. You were getting really close, and she could feel it.
âY/N,â She says. âIâmââ
âMe tooââ Is all you can say, before drawling out into a moan. Ellie rides you deep into your high, breathing sporadically as she cums, herself.
For a second, the two of you barely move, merely catching your breaths. But eventually your leg starts cramping, and you slide it off her shoulder.
âHoly fuck.â You whisper. âI canât believe we just did that.â
âI can.â Ellie says, slowly hopping off of you.
âYouâre a liar.â
âHow?â She says, leaning against the opposite end of the couch. âIt was only a matter of time âtil I got into your pants.â
âOh,â You scoff. âSo it was easy?â
âIt was so easy.â She says, smiling. You look at the floor.
âShut up.â You grin, reaching over to grab your clothes. You slowly put them back on as she copies you.
âWanna go find Dina and Jesse now?â She questions, pulling her shirt over her head.
âI thought you said we couldnât,â You say. âSince we werenât gonna make up.â
âMm, âcause we didnât.â She states, cocking her head. âI need about three more rounds of this before we re-visit that topic.â
âOh, fuck off.â You giggle, tossing your jacket at her. She laughs, putting her hands up to shield herself as it hits her.
âIâm kinda serious though,â She says. âYou wanna give me head next time? OrâŠâ
You smooth your hair down. âIn your dreams, Williams.â
She looks around, contemplating for a moment. âDoes that mean I give you head instead?â
âEllie please shut up now.â
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Iâm posting the ever-so-rare photo of myself alongside one of my characters based on my childhood because today is World Autism Acceptance Day, and I wanted to show my little corner of the internet who this particular autistic person is: Â
I was officially diagnosed in February, at age 38 (Iâm now 39). A lot of people thought I couldnât be autistic. Some people who know me in real life still donât. And until around 10 years ago, I didnât think I could be either, because I was nothing like the stereotype media portrays. I was told that autistics lacked empathy (untrue), and never played make-believe (also often untrue) and only enjoyed STEM. I was â and am â an empathetic artist -- and make believe? I can spend days sketching finely bedecked bears brewing tea or carefully choosing the right words to weave tapestries of fiction â though perhaps my hyper focus was a bit of a red flag. Even so, how could autism describe me? I was a good student. I got straight A's. I didnât act out in class. I can make eye contactâŠif I must. And lots of girls hate having their hair brushed with an unholy passion, right? Clearly I swim in sarcasm like a fish, so autism couldn't be why I was so anxious all the time, could it?
If someone had told me when I was younger what autism ACTUALLY is â instead of the nonsense Iâd seen on screens â I would have seen myself in it. I didnât hear that autistics have sensory issues until I was in my mid-twenties, which is when I first began to really research autism symptoms, and I had almost all of them: sensitivity to light, smells, fabrics, temperatures, textures, and certain touches, all of which make me feel anxious, I fidget (stim), I never know what the hell to do with my hands or where to look, I talk too little or too much, I have special interests, I have entire animated movies memorized shot-by-shot and can remember the first time and place I saw every movie I've ever seen but I often forget what I'm trying to say mid-sentence, I echo movies and tv shows (my husband and I have a whole repertoire of shared echolalias, making up about 20% of our conversations), I was in speech therapy as a kid, I have issues with dysnomia and verbal fluency, I toe-walk, I can't multitask to save my life, I like things just-so, Iâm deeply introverted but not shy, I need to recover from all social interaction â even social interaction I enjoy â and I find stupid, every day things like grocery shopping, driving and making appointments overwhelming and intensely stressful, sometimes to the point where I struggle to speak. It turns out, I am definitely autistic. My results weren't borderline. Not even close. And while these arenât all of my challenges, and not everyone with these symptoms is autistic, itâs definitely something to look into if you present with all of these things at once.Â
So why did it take me so long to get diagnosed? The same bias that exists in media threads through the medical community as well, and because I'm a woman who can discuss the weather while smiling on cue, few people thought I was worth looking into. Even after I was fairly certain I was autistic, receiving an official diagnosis in the US is unnecessarily difficult and expensive, and in my case, completely uncovered by my insurance. It cost me over $4000, and I could only afford it because my husband makes more money than I do as a freelance illustrator â a job I fell into largely because it didnât require in-person work; like many autists, I have been chronically underemployed and underpaid, in part due to physical illness in my twenties, which is a topic for another day. But it shouldnât be like this. It shouldnât be so hard for adults to receive diagnoses and it shouldnât be so hard for people to see themselves in this condition to begin with due to misinformation and stereotypes. Like many issues in America, these barriers are even higher for marginalized groups with multiple intersectionalities.Â
Itâs commonly said that if youâve met one autistic person, youâve met one autistic person. This is why itâs called a spectrum, not because thereâs a linear progression of severity (someone who appears to have low support needs like myself might need more than it seems, and vice versa), but because every autistic person has their own strengths and weaknesses, challenges and experiences, opinions and needs. No two people on the spectrum present in the same way. And thatâs a good thing! No way of being autistic is inherently any better than any other, and even if someone on the spectrum struggles with things I donât â or can do things I canât â doesnât make them more or less deserving of respect and human dignity.
But speaking solely for myself, the more I learn about autism, the happier I am to be autistic. I struggle to find words and exert fine motor control, but my deep passion and fixation has made me good at art and storytelling anyway. I find more joy watching dogs and studying leaf shapes on my walks than most people do in an entire day. More often than not, the barriers Iâve faced werenât due to my autism directly, but due to society being overly rigid about what it considers a valid way of existing. My hope in writing this today is that maybe one person will realize that autism isnât what they thought â and that being different is not the same as being less than. My hope with my fiction is to give autistic children mirrors with which to see themselves, and everyone else windows through which to see us as we actually are.
If youâre interested in learning more about autism or think you might be autistic, too, I recommend the Autism Self Advocacy Network autisticadvocacy.org and the following books:
What I Mean When I Say Iâm Autistic by Annie Kotowicz
We're Not Broken by Eric Garcia
Knowing Why edited by Elizabeth Bartmess
Unmasking Autism by Devon Price, PhD
Loud Hands edited by Julia Bascom
Neurotribes by Steve Silberman
(trigger warning: the last two contain quite a lot of upsetting material involving institutionalized child abuse, but I think itâs important for people to know how often autistic children were â and are â abused simply for being neurodivergent).
Thanks for reading đ
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Stacyâs Mom
Stacyâs mom has got it goinâ on⊠and Harryâs definitely been noticing for a while.
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His lip was bitten as he watched her walk across the backyard, sunglasses hiding his gaze. The back of her sundress brushed the softness of her thighs, her hair pulled up in a claw clip as she placed snacks down on the glass table for the group of friends that often frequented the pool at her house. The very house she had won in the divorce just three years ago.Â
Stacyâs parents had always been generous when it came to letting their home be the epicenter of their friend groupsâ hang out. It didnât stop when they all came home from uni for the summer, everyone falling back into their routine with the hometown group, or after theyâd graduated and some had stayed in town. Drunken food at the diner, pub crawls- legally this time-, the mall, the summer carnival, and movie nights and pool days at Stacyâs house. It was spacious and clean and it had only changed a little bit since the divorce. Her hotshot lawyer father paid a nice big chunk of change in alimony keeping the comfortable lifestyle afloat, one Harry was aiming to get for himself. Hopefully after he opened up a garage or two, heâd be able to grab a house like this. Make someone happy.Â
The problem is, the last three summers all he could think about was someone he definitely shouldnât be.Â
It was no secret that she was incredible. Everyone loved Y/N from the start and not just because she was the âcool, young momâ who didnât make them call her by her last name. She was genuinely kind, loved to make them snacks, would pick up anyone who needed it, let them nurse their hangovers at their house and made them the greasy breakfasts they needed to get through the mornings. The woman was an angel- and she had an exterior to match.Â
It seemed like in the last few years though, she had been rediscovering herself and her body. Dressing in ways she hadnât before, ways he knew Stacyâs father wouldnât like. Denim shorts and tank tops, sundresses, the like. Things that made Harryâs crush morph from minor to major. Y/N had become the centerfold to his wet dreams, the woman he compared other girls to, the one he closed his eyes and imagined in the shower when he was stroking off. He watched her in her kitchen while she chopped up fruit for them, her back turned and imagined approaching her from behind and placing kisses on her neck, hiking the dress up and offering her all the fun she could want.Â
There was something so tempting about the older woman. Harryâd always sort of had that preference, but it had intensified as he grew up. His friends liked to prod at him about being into MILFs and he couldnât deny it. He was. There was certainly one mother heâd love to fuck, and it was Stacyâs. In all honesty, it was half the reason he kept showing up here.Â
âI hate to say it, Stace- your mom is banging.â Jeremy said what Harry was thinking but got a smack upside the head with a waterlogged pool noodle, making him yelp.Â
âDo not talk about my mom like that you freak!â She hissed. âSheâs a beautiful woman but none of you are going to even think about her in any way but my mother.â Her warning glare did little to deter Harry, though he merely shrugged at her to get her to think he agreed. There was no way in the world that he would ever turn away a chance to be alone with Y/N. He would beg on his knees for a chance to touch her.Â
âDonât look at me! Iâm just saying it. Harryâs the one whoâs the MILF Hunter.â Jacob snickered, making him raise an eyebrow. It was true and he wanted to smirk- because yes, heâd fucked a few older women before. Being a mechanic during the week and a bartender during the weekend had their perks, including women who found him to be more than a bit interesting. There had been a few instances heâd taken them up on their offers, quelling their loneliness and lack of orgasm with his own brand of fun. But none of them had ever appealed to him quite like Y/N.Â
The forbidden fruit theory, maybe. He really, really shouldnât even entertain it. A crush turned into an obsession though, he was fucked. The moment he thought he had a chance, he would be taking it. As cocky as he could be, he knew he would be able to handle her.Â
âYeah, but Harryâs not going to say stupid shit to my mom.â She huffed.Â
With a smirk on his face, Harry gave a half ass nod before watching the woman of discussion shoot them a beaming smile across the yard before she turned to go back inside. Harryâs eyes ate up every curve, every drop, every inch of skin he could see before she closed the sliding glass door to the deck.Â
If only she knew.Â
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Harry was sitting at home when he got a call from a number he didnât recognize. It wasnât an uncommon occurrence. People usually gave his number out to people who had car trouble, knowing he was reliable and could always use a bit of cash. It wasnât something he minded, but he was exhausted tonight. Sitting down in his apartment, he exhaled slowly before clicking the green button to answer the phone.Â
âHello, whoâs this?â He asked gruffly, his slight agitation bleeding into his tone.
âH-Hi! Iâm so sorry to call you so late, but itâs Y/N. Stacyâs mum.â She said shyly. âIâm sorry to bother you Harry, but my car⊠itâs not starting. I was meant to go to the grocery but itâs just making this noise and-âÂ
His whole body shot up straight as he got confirmation as to who it was. Was it some sort of joke? Or were the angels smiling down on him for once? Any ache in his body and heaviness in his eye disappeared as he stood up from the sofa, making his way towards the door.Â
âMâon my way. Itâs no trouble.â He said in a softer tone, thankful he had already showered. Maybe heâd need to do it again, but he wanted to look halfway decent for Y/N. âItâll be about 15 for me to get over there.âÂ
âOh-are you sure?â Her voice was slightly hesitant. âYou sound tired and I can order groceries if I need to, I really donât want to put you out.âÂ
âPromise, itâs not a big deal.â He assured her, tucking his wallet into his jeans before opening his front door. âIâd always help you with whatever you need. Didnât mean tââsound so grumpy, I didnât know it was you calling.â Heâd have been halfway to her house if he had known. âGive me 15 and Iâll be there.â
âAs long as youâre sure.â He could tell she was doing the worried thing she usually did with her fingers touching her bottom lip. There had been a lot of silent observing on his end towards the woman and he could almost see her in his head. âIâll make sure to make it up to you.âÂ
Even though there was nothing suggestive in her tone, Harry could feel his prick stiffen up at the mere thought of it meaning something more. It took the whole drive there to will it down.Â
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Harry arrived to the house to see the garage doors open- and Stacyâs car gone.Â
Was this his divine intervention? He didnât want to get his hopes up, but he knew she had to be gone. Harry was the one who did all the work on their cars, so it wasnât in the shop. More than likely theyâd be all alone.Â
The summer night was cooling off a bit but there was still a decent amount of daylight left. The stickiness had subsided and it was far more comfortable than he had been at work all day in his damn coveralls. Heâd sweat up a storm and cringed the moment heâd had a moment to himself, hating how hot the garage got in the summer months. His own garages would have proper AC one day.Â
He was thankful for the heat though when he saw Y/N come out from the garage, her lavender dress obviously a swimsuit cover up. The straps of a bikini were underneath it, the halter top of the dress tied behind her neck. It was shorter than her normal dresses making Harry peer up at the sky and ask anyone who was up there to lend him some strength in order to not pop a stiffy in front of her- at least not yet.Â
âYou really didnât have to come out so quickly. I didnât think before calling you.â Y/N crossed her arms as she walked towards the younger man who was fishing his toolbox out of the back of his pickup truck. She couldnât help but admire how much of a man heâd truly become. Tattooed now, shown off by his black tank top. Hair a bit unruly and curled. Stubble on his upper lip and jaw. He was a man now, not a hint of boy in the slightest, and it was a little intimidating. She remembered him when he was far more lanky, 19 and shy. Now he was 23, with larger arms and broadened shoulders, a pretty set of lips and a husky voice. Things she shouldnât have been paying attention to.Â
There had been a bit of tension between them somehow, tension she hadnât been able to pinpoint where it had begun. The one thing she did know is that he was an observer. His eyes were watching her when she came out and he kept eye contact as they spoke, like he was giving her every bit of attention he had when she was talking. Maybe it was the heart sickness she felt but it was so nice to feel listened to, appreciated. Harry always helped clean up, always told her daughter to be respectful to her mum, always asked her how her day was. He was a complete gentleman every time he came over and she had to wonder how much of a problem it was for her to sort of wish for that attention all the time.Â
Ever since she had found out Patrick had been cheating on her, sheâd felt a bit used. Dirty. Of course marrying a man 10 years her senior who was a hotshot lawyer had probably been her first sign something would go wrong, but he used to dote on her. That was until she began to age. It wasnât like she was old- she could probably still have a kid if she wanted! But sheâd gotten pregnant at 17 and Patrick had been quick to marry her on her 18th birthday. A problematic union at best, but sheâd tried to be happy. She was provided for and had a beautiful home and daughter, one so smart she was able to skip around in school! But⊠sheâd never felt truly loved. Not that toe curling, soft eyed, tummy turning love that sheâd always imagined.Â
Not even the passion she wanted. All she wanted at this point was for someone to want her. To make a move, to show her she was sexy and prove that her newfound revelations were true.Â
The last three years had been tearing herself down to build back up. There was some part of her that felt 22 again, wanting to live the life she hadnât been able to as a young mum. But that didnât mean she had to look at Harry the way her brain was trying to.Â
âStacy is at a concert a few hours away otherwise I would have just asked her to borrow her car.â Having him here now made her feel all the more ridiculous for calling him over for such a stupid reason. Tomorrow would have at least been during normal work hours.
âY/N.â Harryâs hand rested on her shoulder, making her breath catch quietly. âSâfine. Iâm more than happy to help you. Alright?â His thumb rubbed over the cuff of her shoulder before he gently lifted his hand away, carrying his toolbox further into the garage.Â
She felt a bit buzzed, as pathetic as it was. It had been so long since a man had touched her, let alone a younger, attractive one. It made her feel like her brain had fogged up.Â
âKeys in the ignition?â He murmured. âWant tâsee what weâre working with.âÂ
It was enough to shake her out of her fog, nodding a bit too eagerly as he gave her a soft smile, sitting himself in the driverâs seat. She leaned against the garage door as she watched him turn it over a few times to no avail, making her worry her bottom lip between her teeth. She had no idea about anything car related and luckily it had all been minor stuff until now. Her ex had the cars serviced every few months and she had been dropping the ball. What if it was bad? What if she needed a new engine and Harry thought she was an awful car owner? What if-
Her train of thought was snapped out of it as he let out a chuckle, standing up from the seat. âI know what it is. Isnât a big problem at all.â He walked over to his toolbox. âBattery is dead. You may have accidentally left the key in, or a door open, maybe a light on. Not a big deal. Iâll just give it a jump.âÂ
While he didnât seem annoyed about it at all, Y/N felt very, very dumb. How could she have not known thatâs what it was? Something so easy to fix. Her cheeks burned as she cringed, feeling the guilt well up in her body for making him come out when she could have just asked a neighbor for a jump.Â
It took him just a few tries with her following his instruction to turn the car on when she said so in order for her car to turn on as if nothing had happened. It was slightly humiliating.
âOh, god⊠Harry, Iâm so sorry.â She groaned. âIâm not⊠Iâm not good with cars and I thought the engine was dead or something big happened to it. I made you leave your house for no reason. I canât begin to say how awful I feel.â It felt even more embarrassing because it was such a quick fix and he was an expert in cars. She probably seemed like a bobble head.Â
âWoah- Sâokay.â He closed the hood of her car and detached the jumper cables. âItâs actually a good thing. Iâd rather it be a quick fix than something that would cost you thousands. Thatâs the ideal. No one is an expert in cars right away and mâsure that the whole thing was probably be a bit troubling if itâs the first time itâs happened to you.â His voice tried to soothe her worries away. The man truly looked unbothered by it all, happy to help- but still.Â
âWell⊠if youâre sure.â It still felt hot around her cheeks as she made her way towards the door leading to the kitchen. âCome inside, Iâll get you something for helping me.âÂ
Harry let out a sigh as she waited at the door for him, tucking his toolbox and cables back into his car before following her inside. A mixture of giddiness and nerves rocked through his system as she led him towards the kitchen where her handbag was. Alone with her at last- and with a good excuse. No one would question him coming over to help with the car. Surely, Stacy had given her his number. He had every right to be here.Â
So why couldnât he extend his stay?Â
âHow much do I owe you?â Her hair fell in her face as she looked down into her bag, fishing around for her wallet. It was always a bit of a mess with receipts she needed to toss, makeup she needed to put away, a first aid kit sheâd only really ever needed once- all the things making it more difficult to find her wallet. So difficult that she didnât notice how close he got until his warm, slightly calloused hand closed over hers, gently pulling it out of the bag.Â
Her heart stuttered as she raised her head to look at him. Tanned skin from being out in the sun, a few freckles here and there. A birthmark near his mouth sheâd never noticed. He had more scruff than the last time she had seen him too, making her mouth dry a bit as she blinked up at the man, her hand suddenly feeling much smaller in his own. He was a bit too close but there was no desire in the slightest to pull back.
âYou know me a bit better than tâthink that Iâd charge you for a jump.â His voice was low, soft. A volume it didnât need to be for it being just the two of them. He also didnât need to be this close to her, close enough to smell a warm, woodsy soap on him and mint from the gum he was usually chewing. Her body felt hot under where he touched her, heartbeat quickening at his unforgiving eye contact.Â
âB-but you came all the way out here.â She whispered back. It wasnât necessary to talk that low but it was following his tone, the tension palpable in the room. âIâd feel awful for making you come for nothing. I really should pay you.â His stare was intimidating but also⊠a bit addicting. He didnât look away from her- no, his eyes looked over her face. Maybe she had imagined the lingering at her lips, but part of her hoped she didnât.Â
âHave you had dinner yet?â His question made her slightly confused, not the response she had been expecting.Â
âNo, why? Did you want me to cook for you?â That made her perk up a bit. She had to do something to repay him. It wouldnât be right not to.Â
âNo. I want tâcook for you.â His words were matter of fact. There was no way she didnât believe his desire to do so, considering he looked so sure of himself. It just was a bit confusing. Her brows furrowed, head tilting a little as she turned more towards him- all too aware he hadnât dropped her hand from his grip yet- giving him that questioning look. âYou have the ingredients for chicken teriyaki? Rice?â When she nodded, his eyes glanced over to the pineapple in her fruit bowl. âSaw a recipe on how tâmake it in a pineapple bowl. Was going to do it this weekend but Iâd like to make it here. A bit more room in this kitchen and⊠itâd be nice to eat with someone.â He wasnât shy about letting her know heâd like to eat with her. âMay I?â
âI- I mean of course you can, but it doesnât⊠how is it payment for you? For you to be the one to cook me dinner?â It was a bit hard for her to understand. She was the one who did the cooking for everyone else and it sounded like he was doing her yet another favor.Â
âBecause youâre fun to be around, nice to talk to, I wonât have tâshop for the ingredients, and mâstarving.â It was self explanatory to him. He wanted to get away with spending as much time with her as possible. Especially when she seemed to be so shocked at the idea of someone being nice to her without the thought of repayment. It sort of pissed him off. âJust sit and talk to me while I cook. Itâll be nice to hear you without people interjecting.âÂ
Y/N hadnât realized he had noticed that. His back was already turned, going through her fridge to get the chicken out along with some of the ingredients for the sauce but her brain was still on that. Had his shoulders always been that broad? Harry had always been quiet and observant. The nice guy, sweet and thoughtful but he didnât seem to take any of the friend groups shit. Stacy was the youngest out of them all and heâd always been thoughtful about her. Protective over her feelings- to the point Y/N had assumed Harry had a bit of a crush on her at first. That proved to be false when sheâd heard about Harry being set up with one of the mothers of the kidâs Stacy taught swim lessons to.Â
One of her faults was indeed being nosy, and sheâd listened in on her daughter when she dropped off lunch to the pool talking to said mother. She was definitely younger than herself with a much younger child but she apparently had one good night with Harry before he politely decided not to see her again.Â
She wasnât dumb. Y/N heard their teasing of Harry liking older women⊠and perhaps thatâs why he made her a tad bit nervous. It wasnât like heâd ever made a move, but he had a sensual air around him. Heâd been gentle with her today, but never inappropriate. Was it bad to wish he would?
The answer was a resounding yes, it was not at all something she should ever want- but that didnât mean thatâs what her brain was thinking.Â
She pulled out a pineapple wine sheâd gotten as a gift, never a more appropriate time. A glass was poured for each of them as Harry went about the motions, preparing and chopping and starting the rice. Maybe adding alcohol into the mix wasnât the smartest idea, but she needed something to take the nervous edge off.
âIs it lonely in a big house like this?â Harry asked as he dropped the chicken into the pan. âWhen Stace is gone, does it feel a little daunting?âÂ
âSometimes.â She pursed her lips. âItâs been my house for a while now so Iâm used to all the noises and I know all the neighbors. You can hear the kids playing outside, lawnmowers, or people getting home from work.âAt night it can be⊠it can be a bit unnerving. Cold. But Patrick was gone a lot of nights at the office, so itâs nothing Iâm not used to.â A bitter scoff left her as she took a sip of wine before shaking her head, face falling. âSorry. I know thatâs the last thing you want to hear about.âÂ
âNo.â He said simply. âIâd like to. I donât mind.â His tongue ran over his bottom lip before he met her eyes, placing his wine glass on the counter. âEveryone needs someone to vent to sometimes, Y/N. Know mâyounger than you and all but Iâm not clueless when it comes to relationships.â A gentle smile softened the blow of the words. âTell me about it if you want. You donât have to censor yourself. Not around me. Itâs just us.âÂ
There was a burn in her belly at the last few words. It felt⊠really fucking nice to be told that. That he wanted to earnestly hear her talk. He was an incredible listener, she found. It made her wonder how much of what she said in the past he had really heard.Â
âUh⊠wellâŠâ twirling the glass in her hand, her fingers tightened around the stem as she had to break eye contact with him. It was making her feel a little light headed. âHe was cheating, as Iâm sure you know. Stacy didnât take it well. Sheâd cut up all his ties by the time I found her.â Her smile quirked on her lips. Her daughter had a thirst for revenge. âIt was worse when I found out it wasnât just one person but multiple women. All at his job. Itâs why he moved firms.â Her lips tightened as she looked towards the sliding glass door that was open to let the air in, the sun having started to set just a bit ago. A golden glow ran over the kitchen and she had a hard time not staring at the man in front of her.Â
âI⊠Iâm not sure how much you know of myself and Patrick, but we were in a relationship when I turned 17. He was 27. I thought it was very impressive and I was so mature for my age that he chose me, but it wasnât. It was wrong. And when I got pregnant, we had to hide it until I turned 18 and he could marry me. His parents were lovely grandparents to Stacy but awful parents to him in the way they enabled his behavior. So for a long time I just thought it was a big star crossed love story when in reality, he stole my youth from me. I donât ever regret my daughter- donât get me wrong.â Her look was desperate for him to believe her, but he didnât seem to have any judgment on his face. It was a breath of fresh air considering people usually gave her pitying looks this far along.Â
âI love her and I wouldnât change it. Everything happens for a reason but⊠Iâm just a bit bitter now. My best years spent on him and heâs fucking other women because Iâm âshowing my ageâ and Iâm essentially aged out.â Her face curled in disgust. âI work hard on my body! I keep up with my appearance! You know? Iâm not lazy. I didnât let myself go which- even if I did, thatâs no fucking excuse for cheating. Marriage was supposed to be for love, for better or for worse. At least that's what I naively thought.â It had been so long since she had someone to talk to, someone who didnât seem to fucking judge her or try and tell her it was okay. Harry merely nodded, keeping his eyes trained on her face as she got it out.Â
âIt should be what marriage is for.â He replied in a bit of a lull. âI mean, Iâve never been married but⊠Sâa simple enough concept to understand. I donât think you were naive in thinking that. He was just a dick for taking advantage of you.â Harry didnât like Patrick much from the start. Heâd been a show off, obviously trying to compensate for something. Heâd sort of steamrolled over things Y/N used to say, and even though heâd only seen them married for a few times he came over. It was a good thing they divorced in his humble opinion, and not just because he was a bit obsessed with the woman standing in front of him. She seemed to grow from it, her confidence rising tenfold. Heâd been holding her back. âI donât think thereâs much wrong with an age gap⊠as long as the parties are both of legal age.â He chopped the pineapple in half, making sure to make it even. âSo, mâsorry you had to go through that. Stacy is great, but I wish you didnât have to feel that way. Itâs shit.âÂ
Y/N felt a bit validated with his words. Maybe it was the wine, but she had a feeling it was just his presence that had her relaxing. He was right on all counts, but it was a little hard to accept at times after being manipulated her whole adult life. Someone was agreeing with her that werenât her own parents. âThank you.â She whispered. âIâm glad at least you think so. People kept telling me that marriages have bumps in the road and I was being a bit rash, filing for divorce so quickly after I found out but⊠Cheating is just not something I can stomach. I think they were thinking about his money, his reputation. Cared more about how he would be seen than if I was happy. I had to do a lot of cleaning up after the divorce. Friends I had for years chose his side and⊠yeah. Iâve been a little lonely.â A sad laugh left her before she cleared her throat. The man probably didnât want to hear about that. âBut luckily Iâve found more fulfilling things. Itâs nice when you guys come around.â Her smile grew genuinely. âIâve always liked taking care of people. That was one perk of being in the situation I was. Being a mum was great. Itâs a bit jarring now though, with her out of the house the majority of the time. So, in the long roundabout answer to your first question- yes, the big house is a bit daunting sometimes.âÂ
Y/N had rambled and babbled. Harry had been happy to listen, attentive even while cooking. She knew she may be embarrassed later about spilling her fucking guts out to him when he had only come over to fix her not so broken car and decided he wanted to make her dinner, but it was so fucking refreshing to have someone in her kitchen with her.Â
It was embarrassing how much she missed male attention. Sheâd wanted to clench her thighs together when he grabbed her shoulder earlier and it was pathetic, but it was hard not to notice how wonderful Harry was. He was hardworking, intelligent, sweet, charitable, understanding and stupidly fucking handsome. He could cook too, apparently. Something her ex husband could never even attempt.Â
âThank you for sharinâ all that with me.â His voice was even and smooth as he gave her a gentle smile. âI, for one, am glad you divorced him. I think youâre incredible. You donât deserve someone whoâll step out on you. Let out multiple times.â It truly did piss him off. The man had a woman who was willing to give the world and still managed to be greedy for other women and fucked it up. âIâve never really understood that sort of thing but, I think youâre too good for him anyways. Know you said you feel like you wasted your youth and by the risk of sounding a bit cliche, age is just a number in this instance. You can do anything you want now that you think you would have wanted to do back then. And..â He smirked slightly. âYou look like you could still be in your twenties. So I wouldnât worry too much about that. Him acting like aging is a sin in any situation is fucking dumb considering itâs something unavoidable and sorta beautiful if you ask me. Older, wiser, more experience. Itâs a good thing. To me, at least.âÂ
Y/N did know of his taste for older women and though she had no intention of bringing it up, she seemingly couldnât keep her mouth shut tonight. Without permission from her mouth, the words fell out like a tumble. âIs that why you go for older women?â
The room fell silent for a minute and she could feel the return of the heat under her cheeks, eyes widening as she snapped her hand over her mouth. It wasnât something she wanted him to know that she knew, but too fucking late now. His head tilted back up, eyes falling on her own wide ones before he let out a laugh. A reaction she hadnât expected in the slightest. Her hand fell in a motion to try and apologize but he lifted his own to stop her, calming from the laughter as he shook his head.Â
âFuck, Mâsorry. I didnât mean tâlaugh, but you looked like you scared the shit out of yourself.â He giggled, running his fingers over the corners of his mouth as they curled into a smirk. âItâs fine. You donât need to apologize. Weâre both adults here.â A clear definition that he was definitely seeing himself on her level. âItâs okay tâask me about, love. Iïżœïżœm fine talking about it. You just told me details about your divorce so this seems a little tame in comparison.â
As much as she hated herself for it, her stomach flipped at the term of endearment. Harry and her hadnât spent much time alone before but he had never called her that before. Maybe it was a bit of a bond forming being alone with him. Heâd always been a bit ahead of the others in terms of maturity. Not in a creepy way like Patrick used to say about her, but in a genuine hard working way. Heâd taken his jobs, career, and promises seriously. It was hard not to know how reliable he was when people constantly used that word to describe him. Seeing him as more of an equal instead of his daughterâs friend was easy when they werenât around. There was that old soul type of thing she liked.
âI obviously did not mean for that to come out of my mouth. But uh-â She ran a hand over her dress to self-soothe. âI heard them teasing about you and one of the mumâs of the kids Stacy teaches had been bragging aboutâŠâ The woman didnât need to finish her stance before Harry laughed through his nose, trying to hide his smirk.Â
âAh.â He nodded, turning the heat off on the stove and pouring the sauce onto the chicken. âYeah. I do, Iâve always preferred older women. I get teased for it but itâs just what Iâm attracted to.â There was that thought in his mind though, wondering what the woman had been bragging about. Heâd sure as hell fucked her well and thoroughly, but at the end of it he had opened his eyes and it wasnât Y/N. Itâs his common problem these days. Falling out of interest when he realized he was chasing a feeling from people that werenât the object of his affections. âI went out with her once⊠went back to her place.â He shrugged. âIt was alright. I was pretty up front about not being sure we clicked but she wanted me to come in, soâŠâ He shrugged. The girl didnât seem to have hard feelings when she texted him a few days later asking for a repeat and he declined because he was going to be here for a get together.Â
âCan I ask why?â Morbid curiosity, thatâs what she would call it. It was killing her since she had found out though. Why does a young man, almost in his prime, go for older women specifically? Not that she didnât think they werenât worth that, but it wasnât the norm. âIf itâs not too personal.â
âYou can get personal with me, Y/N. I donât mind.â He clarified, dishing some rice into the pineapple bowls heâd carved out. âI think thereâs a few aspects to it but I appreciate maturity. One of my first experiences was with someone a few years older than me and it kept going from there. I enjoy intelligent conversation. Someone who can keep up and not just talk about the things girls my age talk about. Nothing wrong with them at all, but every time Iâve tried dating someone my age itâs fallen flat. I enjoy dates at nice restaurants or at home. Cooking for them, listening to music. I work a lot, Iâm not much for clubs. Even pub crawls have been a lot for me at times considering I work at a bar on the weekends, work all day in a garage. People my age donât usually seem to understand or appreciate my work ethic but.. I want a house like this one day.â He motioned around the kitchen. âIâve been saving loads of money, staying in my apartment and making sure I donât spend crazily. Iâve always been a bit of a romantic, so I want tâprovide for someone one day. Maybe thatâs a little old fashioned but Itâs fulfilling to me. Want to open my own garage, maybe multiple and⊠I dunno, older women have always been more receptive to my plans, to the way I am. And Iâm not a huge texter. I like phone calls, seeing someone in person. Dating my age is a lot of that.â
It wasnât a shock to her that his ethics would be a turn off for younger women who sometimes got a bit in their head about the attention they needed. It wasnât a drag or anything of that nature, but a lot of younger women relied on that sort of thing. Texting all day that he obviously wouldnât be able to do. They deserved the relationships they wanted but so did Harry. It was a surprisingly nice answer from him. He had lots of decent reasons that made her feel a little more intrigued than she should be, but she couldnât help it. The man was alluring.Â
âAnd⊠permission to overshare a little bit?â He asked, wanting to test the waters. Y/N looked intrigued, nodding as she leaned on the counter. âOlder women tend to be a bit more.. Compatible with me sexually. A bit more eager. Some are experienced but it isnât really about that, itâs about knowing what you want. Being a little less shy in asking for what they want. Everyoneâs different of course, but I find that a disappointing amount of men arenât giving women what they want, and Iâve been happy to provide that. Iâm a giver, itâs what I like. SoâŠâ His pink tongue ran over his bottom lip as he kept eye contact with her. âThereâs that aspect of it too.âÂ
Y/N could feel the slight throb between her legs as he spoke. There was no hint of shyness in his face as he spoke to her, just matter of fact. He had no shame, if anything he seemed.. A little smug. Something that oddly made her stomach flip and flutter as he pushed her plate towards her and settled on the opposite side of the island, sitting on the stool.Â
âI.. I can see that.â She murmured, knowing she must look a little flustered. Considering it had been years since sheâd had sex, just the way he was looking at her was working her up a bit further than she would ever want to admit. âI think..â If he was oversharing, maybe she should too. Or maybe that was the slight buzz the wine had provided. âIâm still trying to learn what it is I want. I was only with one person my whole life and then⊠After the divorce I had a one night stand and it was not at all satisfying. Iâve meant to try and go on dates more often but the few Iâve been on just didnât feel right.â It wasnât something she talked about often at all. She had her two girlfriends she talked to about sex- or lack thereof- and the toys they got in order to satisfy what their dates couldnât.Â
This little tidbit had Harry leaning in a bit closer, chewing the first bite of his food. It was surprisingly good for a recipe heâd found on a social media site, but he was far more interested in what Y/N had to say. âI mean itâs only natural, isnât it? To be curious?â He waved his fork in the air. âWas he satisfying you in your marriage?â The look on her face was all he needed to see for an answer. Her lips pulled in and her gaze averted, he did feel a seedling of pity for the woman- but hope for himself. One manâs loss was anotherâs gain, wasnât it? He would be able to actually pleasure her. He knew he could. He hadnât failed yet, and there were genuine feelings there for her so⊠he had a lot of faith heâd be willing and able to please her. Half of the battle was just listening to her. Knowing what she wanted. âItâs okay, I can tell what your answer is. But mâsorry to hear that.â He frowned. âYou deserved better than all of that. I know you donât need me to tell you that, but you deserved a hell of a lot more for what he put you through.â Personally, Harry would never drop the ball like that.Â
Realistically, Y/N was his dream woman and this was without knowing what she liked in bed. Everything about her was perfect to him, all except the pesky fact that she was the mother of one of his friends- but honestly? He was willing to risk it. She was worth that sort of risk. She had the demeanor, the charm, the intelligence, and so far, the sort of lifepath that aligned with him. He had to talk his way into it a little bit more than likely, but he was ready to try.Â
âThank you, Harry.â Y/N knew she probably looked a little flustered. She was. He was saying all the right things and she felt a weird level of comfort with him that she hadnât experienced before. He was a man. Maybe he was younger than her, but he had a level head. He could cook. He worked multiple job, had ambitions, he knew what he wanted and he wanted to be a provider. Something that she found to be overwhelmingly sexy. She was noticing him in less than appropriate ways more and more. Like how cut his jaw was as he chewed his food, the scruff on his face, his strong, big hands. So fucking big, making the fork he held look small. His arms were built, flexing as he leaned against the countertop. The memory of his broad shoulders wasnât too far from her brain either. âYouâre⊠I havenât spoken to a lot of people about that stuff. I donât mean to take up too much of your time tonight, I know you must be tired after work but⊠I really appreciate you coming here, fixing my car, cooking. Talking to me. Youâre great company.âÂ
âLike I said earlier, I like being around you.â It felt like he could see into her soul. Green peering inside of her, spreading her open. âIf mâbeing honest, there arenât many other places Iâd rather be. Mâhappy to help you with whatever you need.âÂ
If Y/N was crazy, sheâd think it was a double meaning. Sheâd overthink and imagine that he was implying something not so appropriate. Things that had her tummy flipping and cunt weeping. Pathetic, she knew that. Here she was, lusting after the younger man as he stared at her from across her kitchen. The sun had now set and the darkness was beginning to set in, and she wanted more than anything to take his hand and drag him upstairs to her bedroom but she had to clear her brain before she did something rash. âI enjoy spending time with you too.â Her smile was soft as she took her plate and brought it to the sink. âJust let me clean these dishes and then Iâll walk you to your car. Youâve been such a help tonight.âÂ
Y/N felt a little shaky as she turned the water on and let it run over the dirty pan and the other dishes she hadnât quite gotten to. As much as washing dishes was something people usually hated, the girl found it a little therapeutic. Sheâd just gotten into it, relaxing just a bit when she felt a hand curl around her hip, a cleared plate set into the sink and the other hand shutting the water off on her. âWhat-â
âI think weâre dancing around it now, Sweetheart.â He said lowly, cuffing his other hand on her waist. Her body stilled as he pressed himself into her, his confidence high as he watched her shaky hand drop the sponge. âI think thereâs something we both want and you donât know how to ask for. And thatâs okay.â His nose brushed the shell of her ear as she closed her eyes, swallowing thickly. âI know that you haven't been taken care of. I know you werenât satisfied in the ways you deserved. I meant it when I said that thereâs nowhere else Iâd rather be. Yâknow that, right?â
âHarry, what are you doing?â Her voice was breathy as she clenched her over the counter but making no move to leave his grip.Â
âIâve been after you for a while, Y/N. I think you pretend to not notice how I look at you. I think⊠you were a little jealous when you found out I took that mum from the swim group out and fucked her, because you wanted it to be you. But let me assure you⊠I wanted it to be you, too.â His heat spread along her back as his fingers moved to splay over her tummy, the same tummy that was a mess of butterflies just under his fingertips.Â
âYou did?â While she should have been shutting this down considering this man was friends with her daughter⊠she couldnât. Not when he was making her feel more listened to, more desired, more aroused than she had been since⊠well, possibly her whole life.Â
âOf course, love. To be honest, I was tryinâ to give you time to adjust. To be single, to find more of yourself. Youâve blossomed so much since Iâve known you. I knew youâd probably want târeject me because of how you know me, but I just need a chance to prove to you that I can be what you need.â The chills on her skin were unavoidable as his lips smeared over her neck, groaning quietly as he inhaled. âYou smell so fucking good, yâknow that? Makes me crazy. No one else smells like you⊠I knew touching you would ruin me.â He pulled her further into him, laying the first kiss on the hinge of her jaw. âIâd be fucked. But Iâve been fucked for a while now. No distraction took away from the fact that any body under mine wasnât you. Wasnât the voice I wanted saying my name. I just want to show you that mâworth the risk.âÂ
The low baritone of his voice was making her want to whimper. Soft, hot lips pressed a trail of gentle kisses down her throat that got progressively more wet, making her cunt follow. Leaning back into him, it was hard to fight when her body felt like it needed him. His hand pressing on her stomach, pushing her all the way back until she felt him. Her gasp was wet, a chuckle vibrated against her throat as he ground himself against her ass.
âIâd fill you up. Make you feel it all the way in here.â The pressure on her stomach suddenly made a flash of heat boil in her belly, imagining it. Craving it. It always felt like something was missing during sex anyways. âI know you need it. You need someone to worship you, to make you understand just how irresistible you are. Iâve been dying to do that for you. Makes me so fucking angry tâknow the people whoâve had you havenât pleasured you, made you unsatisfied while I was dreaming about just a fucking lick of you. Just a squeeze.â Her hand fell on top of his own, breathing a bit more labored as the length of him against her ass taunted her further.Â
âYou were?â The woman knew she probably sounded a bit wrecked but she was. Harry was making her needy, desperation filling her chest in a way that almost overwhelmed her. She was hungry for more, more of his touch, his lips, his confessions.Â
âMhm. Had tâget my fill in those little touches youâd give me. Running you hand over my back, brushing past me in the kitchen, grabbing my hand. Iâve been wanting to hold you like this. Kiss you until you can't breathe. Make you cum on my fingers, my tongue, my cock, make you melt just for me. Sâthat something youâd want, baby?â His teeth grazed her jaw getting a little whimper from her throat. âHm? Iâd like some words from you. I donât mind doinâ most of the talking, but donât leave me hanging.âÂ
âI would- yeah. I would like that.â She was indeed panting. If she was a different woman sheâd probably be ashamed over how much she was actually gagging for it, but there was something that made her truly believe that Harry could back up every single claim he said. âI havenât been touched in so long but⊠youâve made me feel so good already.â The admission made him smile against her skin, she could feel it. âIs this- do you just want sex?âÂ
âNo.â Her neck felt cold as he pulled away, manhandling her a bit and making her enjoy it far too much as she was turned and reversed in position to be facing him now. Her chin was grabbed between his fingers and his now dark eyes pinned her own. âSânot just a fuck to me. I like you, Y/N. Know itâll be a little complicated considering the situation but to put it bluntly, I donât give a fuck.â There was no room left for doubt with his words. âI want you. Iâve wanted you for fucking years, and unless you donât want me, thereâs nothing and no one else thatâs gonna keep me from getting what I want.â When she failed to reply, he coaxed it from her. âCâmon, baby. Words.âÂ
âI-I want that. I just didnât know it was so serious for you.â She felt her cheeks flush at the intensity of it all. âItâs a good thing though⊠Youâre making me a little dizzy.â
âYeah?â He crooned. âA little dizzy? So fucking cute. I intend to do more than that, though.â Without another word, he took her mouth. Took it like he owned it, kissed her like it was already his.Â
Y/N melted into it immediately. Fell into the kiss and clutched his shirt to pull him closer as he made her brain empty of any thoughts but ones pertaining to him. How big his hands were, how easily he moved her around, how soft his lips were, how he tasted, the slight smell of motor oil underlying the fresh, clean smell that followed him over here. It was pathetic, maybe, to completely resign herself, to hand herself over to the younger man but⊠could anyone blame her?
Yes, he was younger. But he kissed like he had been hand plucked to be attached to her lips. His tongue brushed into her mouth and she moaned out loud, allowing him to kiss her any way he wanted. Y/N was touch starved and she knew it, but there was something electric about the way he held her. The way he kissed like he was starving, like he couldnât get enough of her. His hand slipped down her back and greedily palmed her ass, squeezing it tight enough to make her whimper. It had been so fucking long since someone touched her like they knew what they were doing, like they knew what to do to make her feel good. Harry acted like she belonged to him already, pulling her leg up over his waist as he pressed her into the counter. âHop up.â he whispered against her lips, using his hands to cuff her waist and tug her right up on the countertop.Â
Immediately her legs were spread and his body was between them. While he was somewhat lean, he was broad. His arms were big, his hands were too. She had to spread a bit and let her dress ride up as he manhandled her, yanking her back so she was right up against him. The sweetest whimper left her lips and translated to his, making him pull back to look down at her. Her smeared lip gloss and wide, glossy eyes looking up at him. Hair a little messy when it was usually styled, she looked⊠alive. The way he wanted her to feel with him. âMâgonna spread you open and get a taste, because Iâve been fucking dying for it for years.â He told her bluntly. âBut just a taste. Iâll spend hours between these perfect damn thighs tonight⊠but I need to be inside of you.â He felt like he toed the line between unhinged and the most control he ever had. The man knew what he wanted, he told her what she was going to get, and yet he felt like he had never been more passionate about something in his life. Finally getting the chance to be with the woman he wanted was something that he had been counting down the days for. Nothing could stop him from doing this.Â
âYes, please. I want you⊠I want you to take over.â She swallowed. It wasnât always this way. Sometimes Y/N enjoyed the idea of being on top, enjoyed teasing, enjoyed the thought of being in charge for a little bit- but never in her life had she wanted a man to just do whatever the fuck he wanted. It was because she knew he would know how to please her.Â
That assumption wasnât wrong.Â
Seeing the man get on his knees in front of the counter, ordering her to take the dress off and toss it to the side to expose her plain cotton bra and underwear, maybe she should feel a little apprehensive- but the only thing she felt was needy. Desperate. Wanted. The look in his eye told her that he wanted her and he wanted her more desperately than she even knew. His lips kissed over her knees and upper thighs, obviously pacing himself as his fingers tugged the waistband of her panties and slowly peeled them off her body.Â
Harry wished he spent a bit more time admiring her. He wished he had the self control at this point to not just pull her to the edge of the counter and take a thick lick over her glistening cunt and nuzzle his face into it regardless of the fact he was getting wet- but he didnât. He pulled her up and onto his tongue, getting the delicious little gasp he had been dying to hear. Manicured nails gripped the countertop behind her and buried in his hair, wet gasps leaving her mouth. Garbles of his name and calling to god, but he was busy. Getting her flavor on every inch of his taste buds and committing it to memory, dipping his tongue into her entrance and lapping up to her clit where he sucked lightly, he was self serving. This was for him and she was reaping the benefits.Â
âOh my f-fucking god.â Y/N said in disbelief, watching green meet her eyes as his nose nudged her clit. âOh, youâre so fucking good, Harry. Holy fuck.â It was hard to comprehend that this man was on his knees for her when just a few nights ago he had been helping her set out snacks for their friend group as they had a hang out at the pool. Seeing him as the man he was, she couldnât believe sheâd never seen him in this light- not seriously. He had completely blown her expectations out of the water as his tongue flicked over her entrance, pressing against it and making her curse repeatedly.Â
The sound of a belt clanking on the floor was mostly ignored- but his fingers inside of her werenât. In fact, she teared up slightly at the feeling. âYes, fucking⊠finger me, feel me.â She growled, her thighs pressing him closer. He had no problems, humming against her as he played with her clit and opened her up with his fingers- surely for her benefit considering he had felt quite impressive against her ass. âShit, I canât believe this.â The laugh was quickly melded into a moan as he pulled her clit back into his mouth and added a second finger.Â
Harry shook his head into her cunt. He felt her clench around his fingers and the sounds of pleasure above him, and he didn't want to stop but if he didnât, he was positive he was going to blow his load all over the kitchen floor. There was no bothering to wipe his chin as he stood back up, gripping her face for another deep kiss. âMâobsessed. Tastes even better than I expected⊠Youâre never going to get me away from it.â He wasnât even joking. He would gladly call off his shift from the bar tomorrow if it meant getting to spend that time tasting her. âBut I need to get inside of you. I need to make you cum around my cock.â He went to get his wallet from his pocket but was surprised when she stopped him.Â
âIâm clean. Iâve- Iâve been tested and Iâm on birth control-â Harr interrupted her with a loud groan, fisting his cock in his hand as his pants fell to his ankles.Â
âThank fuck.â He laughed. âThis may be over quickly, but this isnât the last time Iâm in you. I want to make you cum over and fucking over- but I donât want to waste my load on the floor when itâs better suited inside of you.â He watched her to answer, but he was pushing in before she got a word in.Â
âOh- shit.â Y/N clutched him, looking at him with wide eyes as he sunk into her. Mouth hanging open, she adjusted to the stretch as his head dropped against hers and he kept her eye contact as he sunk in inch by inch. Their breathing mingling as the feeling encompassed both of them. âOh my god- youâre so fucking big.â Her voice was unfamiliar to herself, sulky and whiny with the pleasure she felt from being stretched.Â
âI know, baby.â He grinned, holding on to the nape of her neck. âYouâll get used to it.â Without another word, he pulled out to thrust back in. The process was repeated as her hot, slippery cunt clenched around his cock and tried desperately not to give it up each and every time.Â
It was, again, better than he imagined. Nothing could have prepared him for how good it would be to sink into the perfect hole, how she would grip him and suck in deeper. How sheâd soak him and how her fingers would dig into his arm, how all heâd be able to see and smell and taste was her. It completely engulfed him and he had no urge to do anything but stay right here. âOkay?â He checked on her as he ground himself into her, her clit brushing over the hair right above his cock and getting it wet.Â
âIâm so good.â She slurred, lost in how good it felt to have him inside of her. âIâm so full.â It was insane to her, knowing how she had been treated last time. Even with his direct approach, sheâd never felt more cared for, more appreciated. He was working with her, checking in, all while making the first moves that made her feel like he had been hand made for her. âGo harder. I can take it.âÂ
Y/N had never been fucked the way she wanted and that had been apparent to Harry. He just had a feeling and he knew that she was going to need him in ways she hadnât experienced. Ways he was more than happy to deliver. âIâll give you anything you want, Baby.â His nose brushed against hers. âJust make sure to scream my name nice nâloud when you cum for me.âÂ
It was unlike sex that she thought was real. Y/N held on to Harry as he plowed into her, his grip on her tight as his eyes looked down at where they were connected. It was wet, so fucking wet and creamy all over the base of his cock that she hadnât known she could do. Her thighs were spread out and over his forearms as he fucked into her like it was his one and only job, whimpering out his name as he gave it to her the way sheâd needed. âI knew youâd b-be able to give me what I wanted.â Her words were jostled as her body was, but he replied with another hot kiss.Â
Messy, full of tongue and wet, she relished in his desperate need to taste her again. It didnât matter that her chin was wet or she was getting bruised on her hips, sheâd finally felt fulfilled in sex. âYeah? Yâknew Iâd be able to give it to you?â He crooned. âMâglad you knew, because I plan on being the only one doing it.â The words were completely serious and possessive and Y/N loved it. Feeling this level of desire was brand new to her and she didnât want to give it up.Â
âUh-huh, I- I want you to be the one to give it to me.â As wrong as some people may see it, this was the epitome of a man. Even if he was younger- he had a plan, he had two jobs heâd held for years, a place of his own⊠He had more than some people her own age. Dedication and loyalty like his were irreplaceable. Maybe she was crazy in indulging in this, in allowing him to have her, but after wasting years with a man who didnât want her- she wasnât going to turn away someone who obviously desired her, wanted to worship her- and made her feel like she wanted to do the same back.Â
âGood. I wasnât planning on letting anyone else get a taste. Youâre going to be my woman, this is going to be my pussy, Mâgonna keep making you feel good. I donât care who has shit to say about it.â He grunted, pressing theirs mouths together again as he felt her get close. The rippling around his cock and her soft whimpers against his mouth, her hand gripping him hard, he was close to finally fulfilling his fantasy. His dream girl letting go around him and making a mess. âI can feel it, yâknow. Feel how youâre gonna cum for me.â He panted against her mouth.Â
Y/N felt lightheaded in the best way, her body tingling and the pressure in her stomach building with each scrape of his tip against the spot no one else had reached- or even bothered to look for. Harry was perceptive and keen on her, about to make her orgasm from penetration for the very first time. In all her years she had thought something was wrong, but it turned out that sheâd just been with shit people. Her ex husband, the attempts at hook ups, they had no idea how to work her body⊠But Harry? It seemed like heâd written the manual from the first time he touched her. The only thing she could think about was the pleasure and how good he looked giving it to her.Â
Lips swollen and teeth grit, vein on his neck visible, his arms flexed as he railed her. It was like fucking her was his purpose, and fuck- he was fulfilling it. âI am.â She breathed, the tension getting tighter in her stomach. Again, those tears rose in her eyes as each thrust jolted the pleasure inside of her. âI am, Iâm gonna cum for you Harry.â Remembering at the last minute that he wanted her to say his name, she sure as hell gave it to him. âPlease, HarryâŠ. Just keep fucking me, give it to me, youâre right where I n-need.â It was right there, she could fucking taste it. âHarry, Harry-â
âCum for me.â He coaxed. âCâmon, baby. First of many, show me how you cum on my cock. Get me nice and wet- fuck, youâre gorgeous.â The man was in awe of how beautiful she was, but even more about how good it felt as she began to finish on his prick. Her mouth dropping and her eyes watering as she let out a slew of cusses, the quivering of her cunt making it hard to hold on. âFucking beautiful, thatâs my girl. F-Fuck.âÂ
Y/N felt like she was floating. Pleasure hit every nerve, white hot and tingling. She had no idea what was coming out of her mouth but she felt the burn in her eyes as a tear fell down her cheek, clinging to him as each thrust got that sweet spot and made her tremble in his arms. He didnât stop, the dark noises he made only spurring her on further. She was wet and she knew she must have completely soaked him. The wet sounds had gotten louder and the way he had groaned let her know she had to have gushed around his cock. âHarry, Harry- H, oh my god.â She bleated, nails digging into his arm. The constant stimulation was only making her more wet and he seemed to be loving it.Â
Harry was drunk on the feeling, his own orgasm trailing right behind hers as he worked her through it. Sheâd made a mess, one he was happy to have all over his skin. The scent of her on him would be his reward, her marks even more so. âMâgonna cum.â He growled. âWhere? Where do yâwant my cum, baby? Tell me where you want it.âÂ
âInside. Inside me, please, give it to me there.â Her legs wrapped around him tighter, making it nearly impossible for him to pull out- like heâd ever want to. His balls tightened at the words, eyes blazing as he looked down at her face. She seemed just as far gone as him, the suction of her soaked channel making him feel borderline insane.
âYou- Fuck, Yeah? You want me to give you my load in that perfect cunt?â His grip on her tightened, sure to leave bruises but that was a problem for a later time. It had been a fantasy of his forever, his spunk dripping from her swollen pussy and now she wanted it- was begging for it. There was no mistaking her rapid nod, head tipped up at him as she whispered âplease, please, please, give it to meâ and fuck, Harry was only so strong.Â
He did exactly as asked, his sloppy thrusts hard as he grunted while coming to his end. It flashed over his vision as the loudest groan left his swollen lips, hips stuttering as he buried deep and let loose. Spurts of cum leaving his tip as he unloaded inside of her, the pulsing of his prick felt by both of them as he emptied his balls of every drop of cum. Claiming her, marking her in a symbolic way and the way heâd always been desperate to do.Â
There was little hesitation as he took her mouth again, giving her a deep kiss. Tongue running over the roof of her mouth before sucking on her tongue, the most unhinged kiss heâd felt in his life as she clung to him and her cunt continued to milk him of every little bit. âFuck.â He laughed in disbelief against her mouth. He was coated in a light sheen of sweat, Y/Nâs hair was a mess and he was still snugly wrapped up in her as he gently moved her back so she was more comfortable on the counter. His hand came up to stroke her cheek, watching her hazy eyes look back into his own. This was his wet dream come true, but Y/N had no idea the man she had just unleashed. He was just⊠happy. Satisfied, motivated and fucking happy. This wasnât just a fuck for him. âMeant what I said.â His voice was hoarse as he fawned over her, adjusting her hair so it didnât stick to her forehead. âMâgonna keep you. This isnât a one and done and I plan on treating you the way youâve always fuckinâ deserved.â His lips sampled hers again, feeling her arms come up over his shoulders as she reciprocated. âYouâre my dream woman, Y/N. Mâgonna make sure mâyour dream man.â
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CASUAL | danielle marsh.
â "is it casual now?"
6thmember!reader, situationship/fwb but nothing sexual, angst, fluff at the end i promise, dani swears, reader is a (closeted) lesbian, reader is horrible at reading people, written in 2nd person, they work it out on the remix
warnings : A LOT of internalized homophobia !! reader refers to herself multiple times as a predator but it's just from fear and insecurity, nothing actually predatory is happening in the story. extremely brief mentions of starvation
wc: 5.4k words
inspired by: Casual â Chappell Roan
you and danielle marsh are friends. more than co-workers, you're friends. although you don't have that much in common except for your age, it was easy to adapt to the harsh environment of the k-pop industry's training system with someone like danielle by your side.
she's always been a ray of sunshine in everyone's lives, you're not the exception. if you were in a bad mood, tired from waking up in the early morning everyday, worked to the point of exhaustion, danielle would be there rubbing your shoulders and saying something sweet like
"you're doing great, y/n! keep up!"
and then you'd smile at her, and she'd smile back, and you'd feel so much better, thanks to danielle.
you didn't have many interests in common. music taste, fashion sense, movie picks, food preferences, personality types, if anything you were almost her complete opposite. and yet, she sat in your bed every night while you scrolled on your phone, talking for hours until it the clock hits midnight and she goes back to her room.
danielle did most of the talking, and you carefully listened to everything she said. the enthusiasm in which she enunciated all her words was endearing to listen to, and it couldn't not bring a smile out of you. the girl never forgot to give you your chance to speak too, trying to get to know you better everyday.
there was one thing she could not know, however. that you're a lesbian.
if it was hard enough being gay in korea, it was ten times harder when you were about to debut in a girl group, in one of the biggest companies in the industry at the moment nonetheless.
there were times where the members would all gather and have girl talks, talking about things like movies, celebrity crushes, past boyfriends and all that stuff, and you felt left out every single time.
sometimes it's more a curse than a blessing that danielle notices everything, because when she asks, "who's your celebrity crush, y/n?", "what do you look for in a boy, y/n?", "have you ever had a boyfriend, y/n?", you never know how you're supposed to respond.
it wasn't safe. it'll never be safe.
you've known the girls for almost a year and there has never been an indication of the way they felt about the LGBTQ+ community. hanni was your safest bet, she seemed the most open minded, but then again you can never be sure.
they were all so painfully straight.
so you try your best to answer vaguely,
"i don't know.", "i'm not sure, i don't really think about that." they complain a little about your mysteriousness, but it doesn't take long for them to let it go and move on.
you don't know how long you have to keep pretending you're not sure. you are sure.
you like girls.
you don't want to keep pretending you don't. but how would they feel?.
they'd feel unsafe, uncomfortable, scared, exposed to a threat, a possibility of being prey to a predator, a little voice in your head tells you.
but you're not. you're not a predator. they know you're not a predator. you'd never do anything to hurt them, or make them uncomfortable.
so you keep pretending. but the shell is starting to crack, and a knot in your throat gets tighter everytime you hear your members ask "is he your type?".
your debut is only a couple months away. you pray to god hanni has noticed by now. she's your roommate after all.
you start playing some specific songs without your headphones in hopes she walks by or enters the room and notices. you hope she's the one that asks. but she doesn't, she never mentions the songs, ever.
so you move on to movies and shows.
when she catches you watching heartbreak high in the living room TV, she only says "oh they're aussies, right?"
when she sees you watching heartstopper on your phone while eating dinner she just says, "kit connor is soooo handsome."
she doesn't mention it when she goes into your room and you're playing but i'm a cheerleader on your laptop. but hanni has caught on.
and the next time she goes into your shared room, she closes the door behind her. you're in your bed, and you're staring at each other, both of your eyes shine with nervousness.
"can i ask you something?" she says from the door, so shakily you start fearing she's not going to take it like you wish she would.
"sure." you didn't mean for your voice to come out as quiet as it did.
it's a nerve-wracking couple of seconds watching hanni take a seat in her own bed and face you. she takes a big breath before asking, "do you- no, sorry. are you... gay?"
yes, yes, yes. i am a lesbian. i like girls. you want to scream, but the realization of reality strangles you and your throat feels so tight, and you can't say anything.
"it's not like there's anything wrong about it, i'm just... asking." she tries. you can tell she's trying. it's sweet that she's trying.
"yes." it's a struggle to get it out, and your heart starts racing, but just being able to feels like such a relief that you might start crying. but then fear washes down on you again when you can't read hanni, at all.
"i'm really sorry, hanni. i promise i'm not weird or predatory or anything, i would never try to make you uncomfortable and i'm sorry if i ever did. i promise i don't like you like that, not that you're not attractive or anything, that's not what i mean at all. i just- i would never like you like that, you're like my sister and i promise that i'm still the same y/n you met, i really hope this doesn't change anything in our-" she cuts off your rambled apology-slash-explanation with a hug.
"it doesn't. i promise." it hits you now, just now, that hanni knows. she knows.
"please don't tell the others." you're choked up, and that's the only thing you could say before the tears in your eyes caught up. i don't know how they'll take it, you want to say, but the only thing that comes out is a broken sob.
"i won't. it's okay, y/n."
you've grown closer to hanni than you'd ever thought you would. you spend your nights in your room talking and laughing and watching funny videos you send each other.
it's been a few months since you've debuted and you couldn't be happier. you had someone to rely on, someone who knows all your secrets and can trust her with them, and vice versa.
your career has skyrocketed and your popularity is through the roof, and although there are always negative consequences that come with that fame, it's been mostly great on your end.
danielle doesn't really hang out in your room to talk anymore. if you're honest, you kind of miss it, but she surely has her reasons, and you don't think too much about it.
you're currently in one of the vocal practice rooms at HYBE, setting up your phone to do a phoning live. you'd just finish your vocal practice and you had asked for permission beforehand.
after a few minutes of talking with your fans, recommending movies and talking about food, you hear a knock on your door. quite strange.
"yeah? who is it?" you yell loud enough to no cause any ruckus. the door slightly opens and a face peeks inside, "it's me!" danielle's signature smile shining brightly at you, "i saw you were live and wanted to come hang out."
you didn't even need to tell her anything before she was coming right inside the room to grab a chair and sit beside you. "well, come hang out then!" you face your screen to see danielle struggling to bring the chair closer to you, and you chuckle a bit. "dani's here, guys!"
danielle has always been very touchy; with everyone, that is. today was not the exception, resting her head on your shoulder, holding your hand and locking your fingers together, nuzzling her face in your neck, it's all things you're already used to.
it's never been more than just friendly showcases of affection, to you, at least. and you've also never been irritated by it, but there's some guilt you try to suppress.
you don't want to push her away, you're not uncomfortable with her actions, what is uncomfortable is her potentially finding out your sexuality and thinking you let her shower you with affection for your own amusement. you fear it. but you don't want to think about that right now.
you think about it again, however, when you go back home and open social media only to see videos and threads with thousands of likes and views compiling every sweet moment of affection that happened just mere hours ago.
there's a pang in your chest when you see the tens of delusional comments talking of how much they'd like to see you and your friend as a couple. it feels like you're being strangled, and you suddenly feel unwell, so you close the app and turn off your phone.
"i should watch a movie."
you fully believe your debut was your prime. everyday gets harder, scandal after scandal, comeback after comeback, day after day. you work really hard, your members know, your fans know. but it never looks like it's going to get easier.
you win awards, win some more, get another important deal, shoot another session, write another song, the cycle repeats although not in the same order. like a fucked up loop. you're so fucking tired.
you wonder how hyein is holding up. you care a lot for her, like your little sister. she seems okay, eating a bowl of yogurt and fruits in the living room with haerin and hanni. are you the only one having a hard time?
you need to relieve your stress, and there's really no other option other than going to the gym to work out. so you go back to your room to lazily change into your practice clothes and grab your backpack, "i'm going to the gym." you try your best to sound at least a little enthusiastic as you walk behind the living room couch.
"when are you coming back?" you hear danielle ask from the kitchen, a twinge of concern in her voice. "it might start raining soon."
"i won't take long. if i see it starts to get cloudy i'll get going." you try to put her worries at ease. your gym doesn't have windows, though.
you shouldn't have gone. you're not even supposed to go anyway. it's raining hard, and it might start storming soon. but your manager can't know you're here. one of the many downsides of being in a group with four minors and two barely-adults, you can't call any of them to pick you up. so fuck it, you're taking the public transportation.
kind of extremely risky considering you are literally in newjeans, but okay. what else is there to do? what you failed to consider is the only bus stop being about five blocks away. and the bus doesn't drop you off even remotely close to the dorms. so you're gonna be running in the rain and, fuck it again, you do just that.
the first five blocks to the bus stop weren't that bad, you didn't get soaked like you imagined, blocking most raindrops with your backpack over your head. you really should've just brought an umbrella, though.
good thing you brought a mask, at least. nobody seemed to recognize you on the bus. you take a seat as close as possible to the exit and take out your phone to hurriedly text the group chat.
i got a bit caught up, im omw
domt worry 2 much
ill b there soon :))
minji responds with a thumbs up, hanni leaves an "idiot" that gets a like reaction by haerin. you see danielle write and then stop writing about 3 times, but she ends up not sending anything at all, so you just turn off your phone and look outside for your stop.
it only takes a couple minutes of waiting to see the silhouette of your dorm building. you get off your seat and wait for the bus to halt at the next stop to get off. it's raining a bit harder, but there's nothing you can do except wing it.
and when you get off, you immediately put your backpack on top of your head and start running as fast as you could towards your dorm. you get some looks, but no one can possibly be able to recognize you, not at the speed you're going.
after a few minutes, your legs start getting tired not only from running, but all the exercise you did hours earlier. another thing you failed to consider in this mediocre, careless plan.
but you're almost there. and you're almost not soaked.
by the time you reach your building the only thing about you that isn't wet is your scalp. you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket, it's probably one of your members, but you're almost there, you can't pick up.
you enter the gates of the apartment, and you're probably going to make a mess on the floor on the elevator, but your legs can't take it anymore, and you thank any god that hears your prayers when the elevator doors open and it's empty. you can't take more embarrassment right now.
the doors open once again and you try not to make much noise as you run towards your dorm. someone inside must've heard you fumbling with your keys because as soon as you find the right one the door is already open, a concerned danielle with a just as worried minji behind her. you smile at the sight of them. "hello!"
"get your ass inside!" you hear hanni shout from the couch.
you're drying your hair in your room after taking a shower and explaining the situation to your group members. just as you're about to turn on your phone to see what time it is you hear a knock on your door, "can i come in?" it's danielle.
"yup. come on in!" you answer a lot more energized than a couple hours before. danielle's not wearing her usual bright smile, but rather a more worried expression. "y/n, can we talk?"
you're confused. you've never heard or seen her like this before. she's obviously been worried before, she cares about you just as much as the others, but this time it's different. "yeah, what's up?" you try your best to respond calmly and tap a stop in the bed beside yourself, which danielle gladly takes.
"are you okay?" she asks as she settles down at your side. what?
"what do you mean?" you don't notice it but you start fidgeting with your own fingers. danielle notices.
"it's just," she tries looking somewhere else, but she can't help the need of looking into your eyes all the time, looking for some sort of sign, some crack, "i can tell you're stressed. you're tired and... if you need to talk i just want you to know that i'm here." her eyes are dripping honey and her hand is so warm when she grabs yours.
you show her a sluggish smile, "thanks, dani. i appreciate that." when you look back, her face is already finding it's way to the crook of your neck. "i'm just a little tired of everything. it really feels like i'm doing the same things all over again. i know we've achieved a lot as a group but i feel like i have nothing going on for myself." you sigh, danielle says nothing, urging you to continue.
"all the songs i pitch get turned down, my other drafts feel too personal to release as a group song. every song i write with the group in mind feels, i don't know, empty?"
your eyes unfocus as a wave of emptiness washes over you and the only thing you feel is a water droplet from your bangs fall and travel down your temples. and also the warmth shared by danielle's hand in yours.
"i just feel like nothing's going on in my life." you feel danielle's head leave your shoulder and you turn to look at each other at the same time, "i think i know how you feel." she says with the sweetest eyes ever.
"thanks for listening, dani." you smile at her, but it feels so strange when she doesn't smile back. she just stares, right through you. her eyes are so pretty; you've always known but this is the first time you've looked at them directly for so long (there's really nothing else for you to look at when she's so close to your face).
oh, yeah. in a sudden moment you were inches apart. you don't remember moving so it must've been danielle.
you don't really understand what's going on. maybe this is an eye contact battle and you're not supposed to blink. and you think for a moment you had it easy because suddenly danielle's pretty eyes are nowhere to be found and you're staring at her eyelids and long eyelashes instead.
before your brain even thinks of giving you the chance to mutter "i win!" in a silly manner, you feel your own lips getting shut. covered, enveloped by another set of softness.
oh. this is not what you expected at all.
what are you even supposed to do right now? well, pull away, obviously. but that could could give danielle the impression that you hate everything about this and, really, that's not true at all. it's good. well, not good, but- danielle is not horrible at kissing.
what even is happening, anyway? i mean, you're kissing. but what else? nothing feels like it's moving; it feels like time's stopped. there also hasn't been anything that has lead up to this happening.
so you're just left there, paralyzed, in shock, waiting until danielle pulls away. just waiting until she's done with you. until she's satisfied.
and it's until danielle notices that you're not moving that she realizes what she's done. she pulls away, shaken and distraught.
"y/n, i am so sorry. i don't know what came over me, i am so so so sorry. i really didn't mean to do that. please forgive me, y/n, i am really so sorry." at this point, danielle's voice starts to break. "i don't know why i did that, it's just, i don't know, you just looked good a-and we were just close and-"
"it's okay, dani. i know."
"no, y/n, i really am sorry. i-"
"dani, i swear it's fine." you grab her shoulder to reassure her, but is anything really fine right now? "i..." you don't really know what to say next. "i don't, like, hate you or anything. i understand things like that happen. i'm not mad at you."
"really?" you've never seen her tear up so fast. you definitely didn't expect her to tear up at this. but you know the feeling of guilt so well you can't help but feel sympathy for her. "are you sure? i promise it won't happen again."
"i'm sure, dani. you could never do anything to make me hate you."
you smile at her, she sniffles. it's the last thing you hear before you hear the sound of her wristwatch's seconds ticking. you don't really know what's going through her head. you count about 34 ticks.
"did you hate it?" her voice isn't weak, but it is lower than you normally expect it to be.
you're stunned, but the way she looks at you so earnestly, with a hint of nervousness in her eyes forces you to answer within seconds, "n-no! dani, i didn't... hate it. it was just unexpected. i didn't really process it at first." it's the truth, but it feels so gut-wrenching to say.
another 20 ticks of quiet.
"can i do it again?"
hello? hello? what is going on? hello?
"i-i mean, if you want to." it sounds more like a question than a proper answer. and danielle takes it anyway.
you don't have any romantic feelings for danielle, that's for sure. she's said she doesn't have any feelings for you either. that's established. and yet when hanni is too caught up watching movies in the living room with minji and hyein, danielle is always there, sitting in your bed.
sometime's it's just little pecks while you cuddle and watch something she doesn't care much about. sometime's she's on the verge of kissing the living shit out of you.
it's never more than that. none of you let it be more than that. it's more than okay.
it's comfortable. it's casual.
and yet, every time it happens, you feel guilt eat at your stomach.
because danielle doesn't know. and she can't know.
it's not like this was your idea in the first place, it was danielle's. but the fact that you let her do it anyway could be predatory enough for her to feel unsafe if she ever did find out. even if she's the one who caused this all.
and never once do you think about yourself while it happens. it's not a moment for you, it's a moment for danielle to take. and you're okay with that. as long as she's okay with it.
you're okay with many things just because danielle is okay with them.
if danielle wants to watch a romcom, you watch a romcom. if danielle wants to eat plain yogurt, you eat plain yogurt. if danielle wants to kiss you, you let her kiss you.
it's not that big of a deal if there are no feelings involved. it's just a matter of believing that that's actually true.
you let her do whatever she wants because you're scared to do the taking. because taking feels like stealing, and doing feels like attacking. and you're so scared to hurt danielle that you forget you can also hurt yourself.
but if it's so casual, why doesn't she let go of your hand? why does she call you pretty everyday? why does she look at you with those pretty eyes like you're her whole world?
was the "i love you" she said yesterday something she meant as platonic love? is there such a thing as casual love?
was it just the sound of the raindrops on your window that made you hallucinate the sound of a love confession?
you don't eat anything for the rest of the day.
minji and hyein are visiting their parents. hanni and haerin are out of the country. and you're in the dorm kitchen trying to figure out how blurred the lines are while you mix the milk into your tea.
you feel your heart drop when you hear the sound of footsteps of the line-blurrer herself over the sounds of light rain. it hasn't stopped since the day before.
you don't want to feel anything right now, you don't want to hear anything right now.
she wraps her arms around your waist and says, "good morning." with that big bright smile on her face. at one point it started hurting when she did, but you don't remember when.
she smells like the candles you burnt in your room two days after hanni left. you were trying to get rid of danielle's scent from your room, but you couldn't tell her that, so you just said you were trying something new.
danielle notices you say nothing back, and your eyes are nowhere in particular. "watchu thinkin' about?" her always cheery tone gets you out of your trance, and she notices when you stop stirring the spoon in your cup. you're still silent for a bit, but she lets you take your time.
"i don't think we should do this anymore, danielle."
you tense up when her arms leave your waist, but it feels oddly freeing. you don't turn back to face her.
"what do you mean?"
"are we still casual?"
there's disbelief in danielle's voice when she speaks, "what are you talking about? of course we are!" but she sounds dishonest, in a way.
"really?" that's when you turn around, her eyes are wide and her cheeks are quite flushed but nothing about her seems guilty at all, "because saying "i love you" doesn't seem quite casual to me."
she scoffs, "y/n, i tell all my friends i love them. it's a normal thing!"
"i'd agree with you if we weren't kissing on the low. it's a little too much on top of that."
"i don't know what you think casual means but-"
"what i mean is we should stop before the lines start to blur, that's if they haven't already." you don't want to yell at her. you hope she understands before you have to raise your voice. "we are public figures, famous figures. if this goes wrong we can't go back and that could potentially ruin everything, not only for us but for our group."
"well, it can't go wrong if there's no feelings involved, can it?" danielle is usually playfully sassy, but she's never responded to you like this before.
"we're human, danielle. feelings can't be stopped." you're not too good at reading people, but you can see something has clicked in danielle's brain.
"what i'm getting is that you developed feelings for me while we were casual, is that right?" she seems so sure and confident that it annoys you. it frustrates you. and you want to cry.
"no, that's not what i said. but i am scared of it happening, and i want this to stop before it has the chance to."
"well, you should've thought of that before you said yes." you never really did.
"why are you upset, anyways?"
"b-because!" her voice gets louder, "i just wanted this to be casual, and now your telling me you're scared of catching feelings, it's just weird. that's all."
you sigh, "listen, i don't want this to end on a bad note. i just-"
"well, i don't want this to end at all!"
it takes you a minute to believe what you're hearing.
"a-are you hearing yourself?" it's shocking, it really is, "this is crazy, why are you being so selfish right now?"
"because it feels good! okay?!" danielle has completely let go of the loose strings of morality she was holding on to, "it fucking feels good, a-and you make me feel good. i like it when we kiss, and i like it when we cuddle and, and, i just like it, okay?!" that's the first time you've heard danielle curse in your entire life.
"okay, well, i'm glad you did. but i don't. i don't feel good at all." it's so scary and risky because you're two seconds away from telling her the truth, and this could potentially damage both your careers irreversibly, but you can't think of any lie or excuse that is true enough to keep hiding it.
"i drown in guilt every time we kiss and i feel like i'm choking when you look at me these days."
you've never seen her look so confused, like she really doesn't understand you. because she never had to.
"why?"
"i am a lesbian, danielle." you can't shatter, not now. "and it kills me because you'll never understand how hard it is to hide like this for so long. and yes, we hide this casual thing from our members, but after this is over you don't have to hide anything at all and i still have to hide everything."
she says nothing. her eyes soften, but you can't read them. not like you ever could.
"i didn't catch feelings for you, but i could, and you're not helping out. and you don't have to worry about that. you don't have to worry about your members being disgusted at you for something you can't change. you don't have to pretend. you don't have to be scared that you're making someone uncomfortable by simply existing beside them. i had to pretend i didn't care when you kissed me, i had to pretend to be okay when you kissed me again. i've been pretending to be okay with so much i don't know what being okay is anymore."
danielle still says nothing.
"but that's all gone to shit now, hasn't it?" your voice can't break now, but it does anyway, even when your not done speaking. "i can't be okay with everything. i can't be casual about everything, danielle. not anymore." there's a hot tear running down your cheek, but you try to hold yourself together.
"i never want to hurt you, ever, danielle. but i am seriously hurting myself. i am eating myself from inside out. there's nothing casual about that."
"i think i might be in love with you." is the first thing she says in minutes. and that's when you shatter completely. you turn around to leave your mug of now cold tea on the counter and you rest your elbows on it to hide your face in your hands.
"do you think that helps?" you're sobbing.
"i'm sorry. i know it doesn't. i just had a moment of realization and i think that's why i was so upset. i didn't want you to end this because i was in love with you since the start and didn't realize."
"this is fucking crazy." it really is, that's why you can't hold down the laugh of complete astonishment that leaves your lips. "do you realize how crazy this is? i just came out to you and you're- i don't even want to think about this."
"i'm really sorry, y/n." it's the first time you see guilt in danielle's face in a long time. "i really am. i really didn't know, i- i didn't know anything at all."
"you were upset of me potentially having feelings for you when it was you the whole time, huh?" this is no time or place to make jokes, you're literally crying as you speak. but this is hilarious. danielle seems to think so too given she also laughs.
"i don't know what i was thinking." she says, hiding her face in her palm in embarrassment.
"i wish i knew too." you say, "i never do."
"so what now? i mean, you clearly don't like me back." you don't understand how danielle does it. she never looks away, she faces the truth, something you're unable to do easily.
"that's a good question, i actually never thought about that." i mean, you thought the possibility of danielle ever liking a woman, let alone you, was at a mere 0.1%, can you blame yourself for not thinking of a solution to this?
"i mean, you did say you could."
"selfish asshole." you mutter to yourself, but danielle hears it anyways. "hey!"
"i'm crying right in front of you out of fear and frustration, have some respect, dude."
"i would say it wouldn't hurt to try but it clearly does so i don't know what you want to do." wow, danielle really could never do anything to make you hate her. nothing at all. "i don't mind being the selfless one this time."
"cheesy." she's always been like that, you can't say you hate it. "i'll reheat my tea and think about it."
danielle waits for you. maybe it wouldn't be so bad to risk falling in love with her too. you've risked it once.
the microwave beeps and you take your mug out. it's hot again. you turn to face danielle and she's still there, hasn't moved an inch. "i'm willing to give it a try. but nothing casual."
she shines you the widest grin you've ever seen from her. "nothing was ever casual, i fear."
"i still can't believe you cursed." you say as you walk past her to go to your room (that probably smells like danielle's perfume again).
"i did?!" she trails behind you. you nod. "i almost jumped."
"hey, am i the first one to know?"
"what, that i'm a lesbian?" she nods, now beside you. you shake your head after a sip of your tea.
"hanni knew."
"i'm not even the first? fuck..." is she doing this on purpose... she has to be, right?
"dude? hello?"
"don't dude me, i'm your future girlfriend." she hits your arm as you walk into your room. you don't know what you're gonna say to hanni when she comes back.
"confident much? shut up and pick a movie to watch." you'll figure it out later.
end.
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happy coincidences
18+. smut. mdni. modern au.
day four of spooky week back with steve who meets reader at robinâs halloween party, only, you may have more than just costumes in common
a/n: in honour of joe saying he thinks that modern steve would have a swiftie girlfriend.. i had to make r a swiftie
 ïœĄïŸâ: *.✠.* :âïŸ.
Louise had called it off.Â
Again.Â
âI think you just need to get the fuck over it and get the fuck over someone else,â Robin states plainly, continuing to decorate her scarily bright orange pumpkin cookies.Â
âRob,â he sighs, dipping his finger into the leftover batter, âit doesnât work like that.âÂ
âBut it does,â ignoring his pleas of despair, âIâve seen you break up with hundreds of women and not once have you been so pathetic about it,â snatching the bowl from his reach, âweâre going to get you laid and if youâre still sad about it after then Iâll take pity on you.âÂ
Steve frowns, a deep set crease between his thick brows. Sex wouldâve normally cheered him up, no doubt. But Louise was different.Â
Theyâd been on-again, off-again for almost a year now, too far gone for some meaningless pussy to fix.Â
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âNo fucking way,â Robin exclaims, grabbing his hand and tugging him off towards the other side of the kitchen, âthis is perfect! Perfect!â muttering along to herself as Steve's heels dig into the floor in protest.Â
âWhatâre you doing?â he spits, almost knocking her over when she stops abruptly in front of him.
A group of girls sit equally as confused on the couch, smiling up at Robin with a shared baffled look in their eye.Â
Thatâs when he sees the hat, pink and sparkly, slowly trailing down to the matching costume. So thatâs why sheâd dragged him over here. You were unintentionally matching with him. The perfect Barbie and Ken duo, a fitting part in Robinâs master plan to get him over Louise.Â
âCan you believe youâre matching?â she fusses, fingering the details of your jean jacket, âI donât think you two have met before? How crazy is that?â pinching Steve's arm, nudging him to say something.. anything really.Â
You hum, smiling up at him from underneath the brim of your cowboy hat, âyou look great,â eyeing the tassels around his pecks, the vest that now felt a touch too much.Â
He felt stupid before but now, he felt utterly idiotic. Realising quite how extravagant and completely unnecessary the costume was.Â
âThanks,â he nods, receiving another sharp pinch from his best friend, forcing him to cough up a real reply, âyeah.. you do too.â
Your eyes fall back to Robin as she backs slowly away, âIâll let you two get to know each other, okay? iâve gotta check on my.. cookies! Yeah! My cookies!âÂ
A bare-faced lie. Those fucking cookies had been out of the over for hours at this point. Steve had taxed a few for the inconvenience of her pestering him all night.Â
You flash him a thin-lipped smile, clearly as interested in this as he was. âYour girlfriend make you dress up as Ken, huh?â your own friends shuffling to the other side of the couch, away from the awkward conversation.Â
âOh! No.. no, Rob made me,â unsure of whether you were implying the massive lesbian that had forced him over here was his girlfriend or if there was another lady in his life.Â
Neither would be true. Â
Robin hollers from across the room, âheâs a liar! He wanted to be Ken all on his own!â before disappearing into the kitchen to check on her cookies.Â
Your smile grows, âhey.. I donât judge,â taking a slow sip from your glass, totally undeserving of having Robin force Steve onto your night.Â
God he needs a drink. Or five.Â
Maybe after a couple beers heâd have the confidence to talk to you properly.Â
âI really liked the movie, okay? it was fun,â deciding to lean into it, slowly but surely. âAnd you know, Barbieâs hot.âÂ
Oh.Â
He doesnât just mean Margot Robbie either.Â
Your cleavage spills out of your shirt, only really visible from this angle he was leering from.Â
âShe is,â you laugh, âIâm sorry- what was your name again?â
âSteve,â offering his hand for you to shake. Why did he do that? You arenât agreeing on a new marketing strategy for fuck sake.Â
âNice to meet you, Steve,â rabbiting your name as if his brain would do anything other than call you Barbie all night. âYou look like you need a drink.âÂ
He nods, chuckling under his breath, âI do.âÂ
âWell,â you stand, unexpectedly a lot closer than probably intended, âletâs get you a drink, Steve.âÂ
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The party thumps on, you and Steve still reluctantly circle around one another, both too awkward or maybe just unwilling to take it further.Â
Robin makes it known that Steve would be a colossal fucking idiot for not immediately trying to win you over, making it very obvious as she sidles up next to him at the makeshift beer-pong table.Â
âWhat is your problem?â she hisses, shoving a cup of liquid courage into his chest, âmake a move before someone else does, idiot.â
âI dunno,â exhaling pathetically, âI just donât think Iâm ready yet,â eyeing you from across the table, too engrossed in the game of beer-pong to care about his whining.Â
Robinâs sharp elbow connects with his ribcage, âdonât be so fucking stupid,â snarling loud enough for him to hear over the music, âI think you should go for it. God knows Iâm sick of hearing you cry over Louise.âÂ
He truly wants to be offended, even opening his mouth to offer a rebuttal, though nothing comes out.Â
Regrettably, Robin was right.Â
Louise had made it clear that she no longer wanted him, so why was he still so hung up over her? It was exhausting. Not only for Robin, but him too.Â
The ping pong ball lands in Steveâs drink with a loud plunk, pulling him out of his head to find you already smiling back at him.Â
âI think that means I win,â rocking on your heels, a syrupy sweet smile sticks to your lips. You deserved far better than the lacklustre night he was giving you, thatâs for sure.Â
Steve nods, downing the rest of his drink and attempting to hide his grimace as the liquid burns his throat. Robin had slipped him pure ethanol or something, her grin made her ill intentions very clear.Â
You continue to beat his ass for a while, Steve was better at basketball than beer-pong thatâs for certain. He didnât care anyway, the new-found haze in his head was welcomed, sidling closer and closer to your side as his chest warms up.Â
âIâm just gonna go to the bathroom,â he whispers, lips practically touching your ear, this was the bravest heâd gotten all night, perhaps he wasnât such a lost cause after all.Â
He stumbles into the bathroom, finding his balance against the cold wall when his phone buzzes against his thigh.Â
what r u doing tonight?Â
The message reads, sending a sinking feeling through his chest.Â
Louise, making sure than even though theyâre not together anymore, he canât move on.Â
Why does she even care?Â
Why does he care enough to respond?Â
He stews on it, using the bathroom to buy himself some time to figure out what he should do. Slinking off into the hallway after a moment of consideration, finger hovering over the call button for an embarrassingly long amount of time until he just does it.Â
It rings. And rings. And rings.Â
âHello?â Louiseâs voice echoes into his ear.Â
âHey.âÂ
Thereâs an empty sigh down the line, âI didnât mean.. that text wasnât meant for you.âÂ
âOh.âÂ
Another dagger to his chest, piercing through his thumping heart. The confirmation he needed that not only did she not care about him but that she had moved on.Â
âSteve Iâm-âÂ
The tone beeps, not allowing her to take up any more of his time. She didnât care, he shouldnât care. That was the end of it.
He slinks down onto the stairs, eyeing the door. He could be out of here before you even remembered he existed, sulking in his room like heâd wanted to in the first place.Â
The music gets louder, light creeping in as the door creaks open, your face soft as your eyes meet his hunched over frame, like a pathetic little weasel.Â
âI thought I should find my Ken again,â chuckling awkwardly.Â
Your Ken? That was a little presumptuous of you.Â
Heâs immediately sorry.Â
Soured by the conversation with Louise. An unnecessary hindrance to his entire night.Â
âYou okay?â you pry, no doubt noticing his glum demeanour, coming to sit on the cramped step next to him.
Steve sighs, looking at the blank phone screen in front of him, deciding whether to impede all of his misery onto you or to not ruin this entire night.Â
Remembering Robinâs, albeit harsh, words.Â
He goes for the latter.Â
âYeah.. Iâm good,â knee knocking into yours, âare you?âÂ
You nod, smiling softly, âIâm gonna head home now, I just wanted to let you know that it was really nice to meet you, Steve,â standing from the staircase, leaving a sudden, cold ache to his side, âI hope your.. girl problems get better soon.â
they would, almost immediately, get better if he just stopped acting like a pussy.Â
You werenât exactly being inconspicuous with your flirting either. This was on him and him alone.Â
Heâs not shocked Robin had divulged to you all about his lingering annoyance of a relationship, no doubt trying to sell him to you at the same time too.Â
So Steve does something he never does. He thinks on his feet.Â
âLet me walk you back,â jumping up, âitâs dark and i canât let you walk home alone,â a contained smile, the previously empty confidence now coming back.
You pucker your lips, tilting your head to the side, all the while Steve prays to God that youâll give him one last chance.Â
âSure,â shrugging coyly, as if you werenât banking on him volunteering anyway.Â
âAlright,â he grins, enthusiastically nodding his head, âIâll just say goodbye to Rob and then we can.. go,â faltering now that heâd made the leap into uncharted territory.Â
Steve had been a master at one night stands, only that was two years ago and Louise had served a harsh knock to his confidence. Besides all that, you were worth more than just one night.Â
âIâm gonna walk this one home and then head home myself,â announcing your departure to the dwindling room, heads spinning to watch the door.Â
Robin contains her grin, only just. Sipping on her drink to keep her blathering mouth occupied, sheâd put in the work to even get him here in the first place, now all he needed to do was not fuck it up.Â
A chorus of goodbyes ring out behind you, stepping into the cool October air, he suddenly wishes he was wearing a little more than just his rhinestone shirt.Â
âThis one?â you tease once out onto the street, wrappingÂ
your arms around yourself.Â
Steve inhales, staring at the star filled sky, fully embracing his cringe, âdonât.. donât talk about it.âÂ
âWhy?â you laugh, stumbling into him as you traipse down the road, âyou donât remember my name, do you?âÂ
âOf course I do,â blowing the air out of his cheeks with full confidence, âyour name⊠is Barbie,â so certain that thatâd work on you.Â
You scoff, stopping dead in your tracks, âyou fucking forgot,â in complete disbelief that heâd even attempt to bullshit his answer, âyouâre unbelievable Steve,â really making your point, only slightly pissed off.Â
âDonât do that,â unable to hold the smile from his face any longer, âI canât help that youâre the best Barbie Iâve ever seen, you know?âÂ
Your eyes roll back, striding past him but not without reiterating your name again, perfectly clear and right into his ear. Youâre not really annoyed, at least he doesnât think so. Steveâs sure heâll remember your name forever after tonight, one way or another.Â
He expertly changes the conversation for the rest of the duration of the walk back, asking about your job and not-so-discreetly slipping your name into every other sentence.Â
âWell, this is me,â you smile, stopping just before the house with the extravagantly decorated door, a plethora of pumpkins litter the steps all as badly carved as the other.Â
He marvels at the display, the dedication to the holiday, Eddie would laugh in his face if he ever suggested carving pumpkins for their house. âAlright.. it was really nice to meet you tonight,â standing with his arms tucked neatly behind his back, âIâve had a really nice time with you.âÂ
You nod, slowly ascending the steps to the door, âyou too, Steve. Are you.. close to here or..?â weighing up whether inviting him inside was a sane idea.Â
âOh no,â shaking his head, once perfected hair now falling into his warm face, âI live like.. two miles that way,â pointing in the direction youâd walked from.Â
âAnd you decided to walk me home? Why didnât you say something?â falling into a fit of laughter. He didnât blame you, really, it would be crazy to anyone else.Â
âBecause Iâm a gentleman,â smiling sweetly, âitâs not a big deal,â he shrugs, though he really doesnât anticipate having to actually walk home.Â
âWell thanks a lot,â unsure of the sarcasm twinge to your tone, âI didnât realise Ken was such a gentleman.âÂ
âOf course I am,â bowing down to tip his imaginary hat, a total performance all just to earn a sweet giggle from your mouth.Â
You turn, just before opening the door, your eyes low and dark, âyou wouldnât wanna.. come in, would you?â shivering under the moonlight.Â
âDo you? Want me to come in, I mean,â Steve canât really think straight at all, heâs been so preoccupied with Louise to even think about the possibility of anything more happening between you two.Â
But now heâs here, he canât stop his dick from twitching in his pants. You are pretty, gorgeous really. Heâd be an idiot to say no.Â
âI wouldnât have asked if I didnât want you to,â scoffing quietly.Â
âWell I wouldnât want to upset you now,â cocking his grin to the side as he makes his way up the steps.Â
You shake your head, unmoving when he reaches the top, your bodies inches apart. The tension thick, as it had been all night. only now he was able to really feel it. Had you been looking at him like this all night? With your features pinched and your chest heaving.
Steve doesnât think so, but then, he was so oblivious that it wouldnât surprise him at all.Â
Excitement and slight intoxication courses through his veins, an excitement he hadnât felt in months. Louise was never this happy or eager to have sex with him, it felt something like a chore most times.Â
You spin, breaking the tension abruptly, unlocking the door to your dark house and ushering him inside.Â
âYou live alone?â he asks, wondering if any nosy roommates would be interfering tonight.Â
âNope,â flicking the light on, âtheyâre all still at the party,â itâs obvious now, in the light. Pairs of shoes strewn across the floor and pictures of grinning girls line the walls, his gaze is drawn to the one of you in the summer, beaming from ear to ear as the sun beats down on your face.Â
Not to mention the cherry red bikini peeking out of the bottom of the picture.Â
âThatâs.. good,â twisting his lips into a shrouded smirk.Â
âOh yeah?â kicking your shoes off, the tense atmosphere made slightly softer by your nonchalance, âwhyâs that?â you level with him, the space between you shrinking with every step. Â
âI just meant.. itâs good that you donât live all on.. your own,â struggling to make sense of his rambling with your eyes staring up at him like that, glittering while ever-so-slightly judging.Â
You laugh, loud and sudden, âI think you should just stop talking and kiss me,â teetering on your tiptoes as you wet your lips, an entire night of dancing around one another had led to you barking instructions at him.Â
He needed it, to be honest, completely fumbling around, his nerve shot and depleted.Â
Soft skin meets his cheek, making the first move while he stands buffering, only snapping out of his trance when your thumb grazes his lip, pressing his lips to yours in a haste. Steve had wasted too much time overthinking every move, decidedly trying not to fuck this up all night.Â
He can feel your smile grow against his lips, taking the control over the kiss back by finding your waist with his cold hands. Opening up an entirely new world, the metaphorical sparks fly from your skin, a passion unfelt for far too long.Â
You pull back only just, still brushing against his lips with your eyes pressed shut, âshould we go upstairs?âÂ
Steve thinks the answer is obvious, his grip on your waist gave that much away for sure. He nods anyway, for good measure, letting you take his hand to lead him up the cluttered stairway, almost sprinting as the urge to get you out of your clothes explodes.Â
âIgnore the mess,â you warn but heâs not paying any attention to anything other than you, drinking in your hips and the way they sway.Â
He knocks the hat from your head, hands finding solace on your back as he pulls you in again, this kiss more fiery than the last, grabby and hungry making you hum in shock. Eager to satisfy the ache in his cock, even if it were just by making out.Â
Your fingers work at the buttons on his shirt, brushing against his chest as his tongue moves between your lips, a fervent battle with your own. There had been no this with Louise, that was certain, a vanilla love affair that often ended in disappointment for the both of them.Â
The cloth leaves his shoulders, hitting the ground with a soft thump to welcome your hands around his neck, clammy as they grasp his skin. Heâs a novice now, once filled with an overbearing confidence to now, a fumbling mess.Â
His hands feel around for your bed, laying you back across the mattress tumbling on top clumsily. Unbuttoning your waistcoat with a trembling hand, you take the reins even from underneath, sliding your legs up against his waist, further closing the distance.Â
Your lips unlock, allowing him time to take in a much needed breath. Youâre braless underneath your costume, shimmying the fabric off and tossing it to the ground all the while actively ignoring Steveâs gawping.Â
âItâs rude to stare,â you jest, though you donât attempt to hide at all.Â
Steveâs gaze flickers, once to your eyes and back down again, eyes wide and adoring, âIâm not sorry,â he quips back before resuming the kiss, focused on getting your pants down.Â
Your panties already soaked, legs opening to welcome him inside perfectly, he sits up on his knees, mouth slack as he admires the view laid before him. There hadnât been any thought in his mind that this was how youâd end up tonight, but heâs sure glad heâs here.Â
His hands glide up the soft skin of your thighs, squeezing gently for good measure, fingers hooking into the waistband of your panties, taking his time to slide them down your legs. The tight feel of his pants suddenly becoming too much, his leaking tip pressed against the shoddy costume fabric.Â
âI havenât.. itâs been a while,â he warns, a subconscious effort to turn you off as if you werenât glistening before his eyes, pupils blown and aching for him.Â
âI donât care,â you huff in response, tightening your calves around his waist.Â
Steve swallows the lump in his throat, in awe of your vigour, struggling to get his own pants off with the newfound tent in his crotch. Clambering back over to hover above, his dick straining against his boxers.Â
Your hands come to find his shoulders as his boxers come down, âyouâre.. Jesus Christ,â you remark, looking down at the space between your bodies.Â
It was no secret that his dick was on the bigger side, that was made clear very early on in his life.
âIâm not.. not quite,â laughing to himself, the pressure easing only the tiniest bit as he fists his cock, guiding his fat tip to your weeping hole, sliding between your slick folds before easing himself inside.Â
Your breathing stutters in synchronicity, digging your fingernails into the sweaty skin of his neck. âFucking.. shit,â Steve splutters, fisting the pillowcase with an almighty need to not cum right then and there.Â
Quickly finding his rhythm, kept in time by your in heady moans and the slight rut of your hips against his. You were an entirely new experience, your pussy drinking him in immediately and with every stroke he loses brain cells.Â
You whine, needily bucking your hips to meet his, sending shivers up his spine when your fingertips graze his scalp alongside the gentle tugging of his hair.Â
Heâs grateful youâre alone as the mattress creaks inconspicuously in time with his hips, one night stands had been his forte a few years ago and heâd been caught out by rusty bed springs more times than heâd like to admit.Â
Your eyes struggle to stay open, jaw slack, allowing your sweet wails to escape. âHas anyone ever told you how pretty you are?â Steve gushes, a bumbling mess transfixed by your warmth.Â
You breathe airly, cracking a smile at his blown out eyes and furrowed brow, ânot while they were inside of me no,â sliding your calf up his side, allowing him deeper.Â
âThey shouldâve,â he pants, unsure of where this was even coming from. He feels giddy, like this was always meant to happen.Â
You brush back the loose strands of hair from in front of his eyes, clung to his sweaty forehead, âthank you, but I kinda need you to move,â his cock stilled while he babbles on.Â
âYeah.. yeah,â Steve nods, leaning down to lazily connect your lips, drawing a dulcet whimper from your throat when he sinks back into your cunt.Â
Warmth arises from his stomach to his chest and almost back out of his mouth, his head turning to complete fuzz. You taste like sweet wine and peppermint, your tongue dancing between his lips to battle with his. If your plan was to make him fall in love, you mightâve just succeeded.Â
âShitshitshit,â you mumble, leaving the kiss to press your lips to the stubble on his jaw instead, vibrating the skin with every desperate curse and plea.Â
His fingers grip the space around your head, moving over to gently stroke your cheek, slowly losing his stature as the knot tightens in his stomach. âIâm gonna.. shit, Iâm gonna cum,â rushing the words out before they lose all meaning in his noisy brain.Â
âYeah?â lips twitching upward, âjust.. just not inside,â making sure to get your very important point across before the line was blurred forever.Â
Pulling out of your pussy in record time before he shudders, hot ropes of his seed paint your stomach, Steveâs brain collapses in on itself before he has time to move himself. Sputtering a half-assed apology before collapsing onto the mattress next to you, breathless as he reels.Â
âHoly shit,â panting softly, reaching over for some discarded item of clothing to clean yourself up, letting him recover with his face pressed into your pillow, his deep, heaving breaths eventually slowing.Â
âSorry for uh.. that,â glancing downward, hoping you wouldnât now make him walk home in his costume and acres of shame.Â
Instead, you throw the blanket over him before snuggling in closer, a particular shine in your eye before delving into your barrage of thoughts about the night.Â
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The sun beats through your blinds, forcing him awake far too early.Â
You donât stir, still peacefully asleep on the pillow next to him. Steve couldnât even remember falling asleep, one minute asking about your major to waking up with your legs intertwined.Â
The sound of his phone vibrating against the bedside table shocks him fully awake. Robin probably thought he was dead. Five missed calls and the barrage of texts definitely solidified that.Â
are you alive???Â
steveÂ
this is serious now can you reply to me before i call the cops
He reaches down, swooping the pink bejeweled hat off of the ground and lazily placing it on his own head. sticking his tongue out at his phone before snapping a quick picture, his thumb immediately sending the picture to his, no doubt, curious best friend.Â
She replies almost immediately, making sure to heart react to the image before going on her tangent.Â
i fucking knew it!Â
i knew ot!!!!!!
how was it?Â
do u like her??Â
His phone vibrates in his hand, afraid heâd wake you with the incessant sound.Â
great
andÂ
yesÂ
Steve replies, leaving everything to her wild imagination.Â
you bastard tell me moreÂ
i knew youâd like her!
why donât u ever trust me
He sighs, knowing that once again Robin was right.
shut upÂ
dinner later?Â
She pings back instantaneously.
yes.Â
He clicks his phone shut, placing it back on the nightstand, the bright pink hat still perched on his head. He wanted to wake you, hoping youâd still like him the same now that you were sober.Â
Black streaks of your mascara are smeared across your under eye and cheeks, hell, Steve was definitely wearing it too. Thereâs glitter everywhere, scattered across your bedsheets and his tan skin and almost certainly his hair. His eyes slide around your cluttered room, the pictures and Taylor Swift posters that adorned the walls, piles of unfinished books on your desk. Heâs particularly interested in the shelf of vinyl records, though he could fathom a guess as to what they probably were.Â
You rouse from your slumber next to him, sighing softly as you awaken, ânice hat,â mumble from the pillow, squinting at the sight before you, he probably looked a mess. Sure as shit felt like one.Â
âOh shit,â Steve laughs, forgetting he even still had it on, âRobin was just making sure you werenât a murderer,â tossing the hat back to the floor, his cheeks flushing a deep scarlet red.Â
âNot a murderer,â you chuckle, âbut I might murder you for an aspirin and some fries though.â
âI think I could make that happen without you having to kill me,â he smiles, volunteering to venture into the depths of your scary house for an aspirin.Â
âPlease do, and quickly,â grumbling from your perch on the pillow, suffering worse than he was.Â
âYou just wait here and Iâll be back in no time,â heâs just about to clamber from the bed when the door swings open, hurriedly grabbing the blanket to keep his dignity intact as some girl he quickly identifies as your roommate bursts in.Â
âOh woah,â she exclaims, pretending to cover her eyes while she peeks through the middle two, âso thatâs where you went! We werenât sure if you were dead or not,â not so unfamiliar with his snooping friends.Â
You groan, shuffling around your cocoon to face her, âI feel like Iâm dying,â your voice gruff in comparison to the angelic tones ringing in his ears last night. He still absolutely loved it either way.Â
âThatâs a shame,â the girl sarcastically pouts, âI was just about to ask if you and your friend would like to join us at Flanneryâs tonight but if youâre dyingâŠâ
Your head perks up ever so slightly, âoh really? I think I could get myself together enough to come..â turning back to ask Steve, âwhat about you?â
He nods in a rather overzealous manner, âyeah, yeah Iâll be there.âÂ
âYou should invite your friend Robin I think, I mean- itâd be cool if she was there too,â shrugging her obvious pining off before flouncing out of the room in a cloud of curls and sickly perfume.Â
He looks over to you, your eyes already staring back, glinting with a withheld laugh, âyou donât have to if you donât want to.. Iâm sure you and Robin have something way better to do.â
âNo!â far too enthusiastic a response for an invite to some college town bar, âI mean, Iâm sure we could show our faces.. if we really had to,â Steve wasnât blasĂ© about anything ever, much less confirmation that you just might like him too.Â
You beam, taking your bottom lip between your teeth, âokay.. good, because.. Iâd really like you to be there.âÂ
#steve harrington#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington smut#steve harrington x you#steve harrington angst#steve harrington fic#steve harrington one shot#chelseeebespookyweek
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SAVE THE GIRL
pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!mentor!reader
summary: when you start to feel bad for the tributes, itâs when snow slowly starts to crack. when you snuck into the arena to properly send your goodbyes to one is when he loses it, making it his mission to get you out, even if it means costing his life
warnings: SPOILERS. descriptions of killing, Snow being a bad friend to Sejanus and manipulative, reader essentially replaces Sejanus in the movieâs original scene
âWe all know how this works right guys?â Lucky Flickerman says, his eyes held a sparkle within them. âAs soon as your tribute dies, youâre out!â
The screen flickers on the arena, its dusty surroundings filled you with a sense of dread.
You had gotten Lamina, a girl who you were afraid would die as soon as the timer went off. But she managed to impress you, and completely won you over when she had speared the other tributesâ pain and suffering by killing them with an axe.
âCoryo,â you whisper to the blonde hair boy who was almost drifting into sleep. âCoryo.â
âHm?â He fixes his posture, âis something wrong with Lucy Gray?â
You shake your head, and only pointed to the empty desks surrounding you. âMany died.â
âYour point?â
It almost seems as if Coriolanus was bored of your commentary, he probably was, you did wake him from his sleep.
âThis doesnât feel right Coryo. Not at all. Any of it.â
Coriolanus lets out a breath of annoyance. It was always like that with him, he seemed always to be one step aheadâor at least he presented himself in that way, and he seemed like he was annoyed with anyone who wasnât on the same level as him.
You and Coriolanus went way back. You were the first few to have known of the death of his father, Coriolanus had told you about it with tears in his eyes. Not because he missed his father, not really, but because he was afraid that there would be nothing left of the Snow family by the time the war was over.
When you first entered the Academy, Snow linked himself with Clemensia Dovecote, a pretty black haired girl who he had gotten close with, and if anyone didnât know better, they mightâve been more than just friends. But Coriolanus and Clemensia came off as acquaintances by association to you more than anything.
He stopped doing group projects with you so he could do it with her, and he had made himself friendly with Sejanus, a boy who was originally from the Districts but managed to buy his way into the Capitol. Or at least, thatâs what all of your seething classmates said as they looked at him in disgust.
âYou sound like Sejanus.â Is all Coriolanus says, glancing back at his small television screen.
âSejanus is our friend, Coryo.â
âSejanus is district.â Coriolanus slams his hand on your desk, making you flinch. âNo matter how much money he has, no matter how much he tries to fit in, he will always be district. And you? You might as well be district with him if you keep acting like this.â
Your brows furrow, and you start to get angry. Who the fuck does Coriolanus Snow think he is?
âAnd I suppose youâre so well off Capitol yourself, Coriolanus?â
The way your words drip with such venom makes Snow almost crumble, but he doesnât, instead, choosing to inch his face just a meter over yours. âDonât say anymore things you donât mean, Y/N.â
And that was the end of it. Coriolanus Snow wins every argument, and you hated him so much. Why couldnât he see this was wrong? You knew he had a heart in there somewhere, which was why he was helping Lucy Gray Baird in the first place. Unless he was doing it all for the Plinth prize, for the money.
As you watch your tribute fall to her death, the loud crack adding all to your misery, you wanted to throw the television and desk across the room, just like Sejanus had previously. They were monsters, all of them.
âIâm sorry Y/N.â Coriolanus says, his eyes flickering up to meet yours.
But Coriolanus Snow canât be sorry, he canât feel empathy, he canât feel pain, and most importantly, he canât feel love.
As the games went on, Coriolanus was slumped into his chair, sleep overcoming his senses.
Dr. Gaul clears her throat, her loud but snake like movements made Coriolanus jolt awake, hissing as he accidentally hurt himself on the edges of the desk.
âI see youâre still here, Mr. Snow.â
âIs something wrong?â Coriolanus asks, eyebrows furrowing. âIs Lucy Gray okay?â
âOh her? Sheâs fine.â Dr. Gaul waves the girl off like she meant nothing. âItâs your friend, Iâm worried about.â
âMy friend?â Coriolanus whips his head around to try and find you, but you were gone, leaving no trace.
âYes.â Dr. Gaul motions to the wide television in front. âSheâs in the arena right now. Doing this goodbye thing for her tribute.â
Coriolanus doesnât want to believe Dr. Gaul, but how could he not when youâre shown so clearly in the cameras, putting flowers into the hand of your tribute. Almost as if you saw her as human.
âNow Miss. L/N hasnât done anything like this in the past, so it does spark questions in my mind as to why sheâs suddenly..â Dr. Gaul pauses. âRebelling.â She says this as if it were poison on her tongue.
âFrom Sejanus, I would expect this. But from our own people, Coriolanus? Now this is absurd. Iâll make sure to get the name of the peacekeeper who let her in and have them executed.â Dr. Gaul gives him a smile, one that sends chills up Coriolanusâs back. âNow I happen to know you two are friends, close friends even; so I need you to go into the arena and fetch her out.â
âMe?â Coriolanus stutters out, hesitance clearly showing in his voice.
âIs that hesitance I hear, Mr. Snow?â Dr. Gaul steps even closer. âEveryone in the Capitol is asleep by now, which means they wonât see the foolishness Miss. Y/N is currently causing. You will go into the arena and take her out before she does anything more stupid. I will not let these rebels make mockery of my game, Mr. Snow. I will simply not allow it.â
And Coriolanus knows he has no choice but to obey Dr. Gaulâs orders.
He makes his way quietly into the arena, making sure his footsteps werenât creating such loud noises to alert the tributes.
âY/N,â he whispers as he gets close to your kneeling figure. He watches as you slowly put your hand over Laminaâs eyes, closing them for her. âY/N.â
âYou shouldnât be here,â you reply, not bothering to turn around to face the boy.
âBut I am.â He grunts out in annoyance. âIâm here to save your ass because thatâs what friends do, Y/N. So help me, and get up.â
You donât listen to him, choosing to keep kneeling and watching your dead tribute instead. She looked peaceful, and you felt so guilty knowing there was nothing you could do to save her.
âY/N, I mean it.â Coriolanus says in a more assertive tone. âYouâre going to die out here. These tributes? They might as well be animals now, theyâre gonna kill the both of us if we donât get out.â
He grunts in annoyance when he doesnât see you move, so he carefully walks over, placing his arm under yours, practically dragging your body up from your kneeling position.
âCmon Y/N, youâve got to help me.â Coriolanus whispers out. âYou donât want to die here, trust me.â
âHEY! YOU!â The two of you whip your head so quickly at the voice that it sends a dizziness into your head. âHEY!â
The remaining tributes, none of them were Lucy Gray, Wovey, or the boy from 11 with speed so quick that it took the breath in your lungs away.
âCMON!â Coriolanus grabs your hand, the both of you fiercely running towards the doors.
One of the tributes with one of his eyes shut had a sharp blade in his hand, successfully slicing into Coriolanusâs back and your arm. The two of you let out a moan of pain, the frenzy feeling of adrenaline overwhelming the both of you.
Coriolanus lets your hand go for a second, pushing the tribute back harshly, managing to make him drop his weapon. Coriolanus picks up one of the broken poles, repeatedly hitting the male tribute with it until his body stopped moving completely.
You thought heâd be done with it, but he lets out a scream of anger, plunging the pole into the tributeâs body, making you shriek out in horror.
âYouâre okay, youâre okay!â Coriolanus breathes out to you, practically limping hand in hand with you as he sees the other tributes catching up from the distance. âOpen the door!â
The peacekeepers opened the door, closing it right as one of the more fiercer tribute sticks her trident out. âYouâre lucky youâve escaped this time.â She growls out.
You fall onto the ground as soon as Coriolanus lets go of your hand.
âHey,â he croaks out, kneeling to cup your face into his hands. âHey, youâre okay, youâre okay.â
He sounds so reassuring, so kind, and not like the Coriolanus you had despised from earlier.
âI..â you canât even get a word out before youâre full on sobbing, not caring if you were embarrassing yourself in front of Coriolanus and the two peacekeepers.
âShh, itâs okay.â He places his hand on the back of your head, bringing you into his chest. âEverythingâs gonna be okay. Iâll make sure of it.â
âNo one will ever hurt you, Y/N.â
And if thereâs one thing Coriolanus Snow is good atâitâs ensuring he gets what he wants.
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when sarah and john b had decided they wanted to recruit you to join their relationship, there were a few subtle steps they had planned to take.
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they saw your potential. they knew perhaps you werenât the most overtly sexual in nature, but they also knew they could change that. sex was like cake, you could never just eat one spoonful of it. all they had to do, was pique your interest â not just in sex, but in sex with them specifically.
baby steps. you ask sarah to send her the videos she took of you guys from the party the night before, and she âaccidentallyâ includes a video of her and john b fucking sheâd taken on her phone the same day. of course she acted bashful, apologising profusely for the mistake and acting incredibly grateful when youâd told her there was no problem and that youâd delete it.
âyk i wouldnât even really care if you watched it tbh. i trust you. its only me and john b anyway⊠đ€·đŒââïžđâ
â sheâd text you after a moments passed. curiosity of course got the better of you, a shaky, clammy finger pressing the play button as you nervously bite your nail, glancing at the door and turning the volume way down as precaution as if someone were to catch you. the focus seemed to be on sarah, grinding her hips to ride the brunette boy, soft tits bouncing as he lazily smacks her ass and encourages her to keep riding. she seemed to be putting in the work, john b merely used as a vessel for pleasure, a dildo with a voice boxâ and something about that had you shamefully heating up. sure, your knowledge on sex was fairly limited â but what you did know through movies and tv shows was that guys were usually too prideful to let the girl do the work, yet therefore caring less for her pleasure. the two of them seemed⊠open. different.
the text of apparent permission sarah had sent you only made you feel the slightest bit less guilty when you snuck your hand down the waistband of your panties and humped clumsily at your palm as you hit replay.
the blonde cameron had facetimed you suddenly and out of the blue seven minutes later. you yanked your hand out your pants like thereâd be a way for her to see you before youâd accepted the call and you swallow thickly, brain too frazzled to think before hitting the green button. she was smiling, laying on her bed in that white tank top that hugged her tits, the same tits from the video and accentuated her golden, barbie tan. you try and be normal about it. sheâs just your friend after all.
âhey, what are you doing right now?â
you blink at her, the way sheâs smiling at you â before checking yourself out in the small box in the corner. you look all heated and askew, chest still rising and falling with heavy breaths. fuck.
you told her you were watching a movie and then excused yourself not even two minutes later, overcome with embarrassment and the feeling of being caught. sarah rolls over once the call ends, smirking to john b who was reclined on her bed with a hand behind his head, scrolling through his own phone.
âshe was totally getting herself off.â she purs matter-of-factly. the brunette boys eyes light up a little as he glances over, brows shifting upwards.
âyeah? howâd you know?â
âshe had it written all over her face.â
the two of them got greedy, with the whole introducing you to the idea of being chronically horny thing. without even really speaking about it, they figured the more they normalised this kind of behaviour in the group dynamic, the more likely you were to feel comfortable enough to let them hit. jj maybank was sexual in nature to the knowledge of anyone who had the pleasure of having a conversation with him longer than five minutes. he was sure to make it easy and perhaps bridge the gap, they just needed their in.
by that point, youâd started to catch on anyway.
the four of you sit in a small uneven circle on the floor of the chateau, drinking on a friday night. at first youâre a little confused â you were so sure sarah had been hinting at something with you, herself and john b for a while now â but as you sat beside jj on the floor, his arm rested casually behind you, rubbing casual circles on your waist you perhaps started to question whether or not youâd made that up, and really they were just trying to be friendly so they could set you up with their friend.
as soon as the words âtruth or dareâ leave john bâs mouth with a knowing, yet trusting and warm grin â you knew it was bound to take a turn. with this group, it always did. everything was about sex, whether you were doing it or talking about it or pretending to do it infront of eachother, it was some kind of secret obsession that you could feel yourself feeding into without knowing. a lamb being brought in to be sacrificed, a group of secretly perverted individuals itching to get your sweet, cranberry blood on their hands.
sarah speaks your name when you foolishly pick dare, worried if you had picked truth theyâd make you recount all the things youâd hadnât done. she leans across the circle to you on her hands and knees so her face is right in front of yours, breath in your face, ass in john bâs.
âi want you⊠to show me how youâd ride a dick.â
âwhat?â
she pushes back, reaching behind her on the couch and fetching the throw pillow, placing it in the centre of the circle with a mischievous grin. the pillow it long, firm and rectangular â the comfiest of its kind to nap on during the day whilst the group discuss whatever mishap they were planning on getting into that week.
âaw now weâre talkinââ jj gets comfortable, sitting back a little with a jokey grin. nothing about their tone was out of the ordinary, which what made you feel so comfortable.
âi donât understand?â you smile, tilting your head like a lost puppy which only made you appear more delicious as their prey.
âstraddle the pillow⊠and show us what youâd do if you were to ride an actual, real dick.â sarah explains kindly, even pulling your hand so you would shuffle forward on your knees to the centre of the small circle.
âlook, we know you havenât done that beforeâ no shame in it,â john b shrugs one shoulder understandingly with an air of casualness which calmed you. âbut a dares a dare and hey, maybe you could learn something right now.â
âi been told iâmma pretty good teacher too, soââ jj starts casually in his amused drawl, but is cut short pretty quickly by the sarah snapping her head towards him, her tone more curt and snappy.
âjj.â she scolds quickly and he shuts up, but as quickly as she changed her tone, she was back to smiling back at you encouragingly. she didnât want jj to take it too far with the pervy jokes and send you running. their plan was perfectly crafted, and they didnât need him ruining it. john bâs eyes linger on the blonde. nothing malicious about it, perhaps a warning though â because jj presses his lips together and moves his glance back to you with a thick swallow.
all in this time, you had decided to take another long swig of your drink before straddling the pillow. the group cheer, the fun and jokey atmosphere back in full swing as you cover your face, giggling into your hands.
your skirt stretches over your upper thighs at the position, and you shuffle â ensuring youâre sat comfortable on the throw cushion. perhaps the alcohol had lowered your guard, because without much thought â you wince, the material catching over your clit. you were sensitive, assumably from ovulation and as you try to get into a comfortable position, your face falls, realising you may be too sensitive to partake.
âuhm,â you clear your throat as the playful jeering dies down.
âgo ahead. fulfil your dare.â sarah chuckles, leaning back against the couch behind her.
âi canât.â you whisper, smile slipping off your face. the couples hearts drop a few millimetres in their chest, thinking perhaps theyâd made you uncomfortable and soiled the whole thing. the blonde girls eyebrows furrow, leaning forward and scooching to sit directly infront of you.
âwhy? are you okay? iâmâ iâm sorryââ
âno iâm okay,â you let out an airy laugh that relieves everyone. âmaybe iâm just drunk but iâm a little sensitive⊠donât think i can sit nâhump this pillow withoutâŠâ you trail off, your shame sending heat to your cheeks and behind your ears. john b raises his eyebrows slowly in expectation.
âwithoutâŠ?â
you clench your thighs around the pillow, mortified, looking down at it before back up at him with puppy dog eyes and your teeth tucked over your bottom lip all sheepish. made him wanna finger you until you cried.
luckily, sarahâs face lights up with slow realisation, mouth forming an âoâ and eyes widening.
âwithout cumming?â she cooes before swivelling around to look at both boys, laughing in adoration. âaww, youâre sensitive! i didnât even⊠know that was a thing!â she beams, and the boys follow, teeth glinting in the low light like hungry hyenas in a cave.
you loosen up a little, shoulders visibly relaxing and you giggle. âyeah⊠sâjust quite a⊠firm pillow. pressing me in all types of places.â you shrug, girlishly.
âare you seeeeeeriously tellinâ me, that you canât move back and forth just a little?â jj chuckles, dumbfounded from behind you and you peer shyly over your shoulder with a humble shrug. you wasnât sure if they were to be making fun of you, but for some odd reason â based off vibes alone, your sensitivity felt like something to be proud of amongst the group. jj licks his lips.
when you turn back, sarahâs in your face again, her warm hands on your knees. she seems comfortable, so you relax into her touch. you notice john b watching the interaction before locking eyes with you and sipping out his beer bottle.
âokay well, a dares a dare, but if you really need someone to help you outâŠâ she giggles, hands sliding up to your hips before she begins to forcefully tug you back and forth â leaving you no choice but to let her make you hump this pillow infront of everyone.
your hands fly to her shoulders to stabilise yourself, sucking in a shaky and unsure gasp as the seams in the fabric repeatedly catch over your clit through your thin panties. the music playing out the speaker seems to get louder, or maybe the blood is just pumping in your ears as the boys let out little encouraging cheers as they chuckle and continue to drink.
sarah tilts her head, hot breath on your jaw as she lowers her voice to something quiet and seductive for just you to hear, her hands now grabbing handfuls of your ass to pull you along. âthere you go, keep riding it. just like me in that video, right?â she croons, and your brows furrow â unable to stop the pornographic moan from leaving you.
embarrassed at the delighted reactions, you hide your face in sarahâs neck, hot and disorientated from the pleasure, hearing her amused chuckle close up. âits just us, nothing at all to be embarrassed about.â she shrugs against you. âcanât run from the dare, sweetie. jj, you wanna come up behind her and give her a hand?â she asks, and before you can lift your head â her hands have slid up your top, squeezing at your tits.
your hips arenât left alone for long though, as jj straddles the long pillow right behind you and grips your hips, tugging them back and forth with a boyish roughness that had the fabric scraping against you in a new way. you whimper uncontrollably, feeling the blondes stiff crotch thumping against your backside each time he yanked you back.
âyeah-he-heahh, thatâs the stuff. donât tell me i never do anythinâ for ya babydoll. teachinâ you the valuable lesson of gettinâ off right now.â he drawls in your ear, his body heat making your back arch.
amidst this, john b carries the same cool and collected energy. he leans against the couch as he keeps his eyes on yours, taking another sip of his beer before reaching out and taking your hand in his to gently soothe over your knuckles when you announce in a panic that they were going to make you cum.
âthaaaats it,â he hums, voice bassy and delicious enough to make you hold onto every word, thighs clenching painfully. âriiiiide it out.â
something about his nonchalance made you believe it was perhaps his idea, and not sarahâs like you previously believed.
#john b x reader x sarah#jj x reader x john b x sarah#this is random but had it on my mind đ#p!link
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snapshots. [âchilchuck tims]
TAGS / WARNINGS: gender neutral reader, modern au,    minor pining, background marcille/falin WC: 1,000 NOTE: divorced father of 3 save me... save me    divorced father of 3...
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âMove over.â
Chilchuckâs voice startles you. The bowl in his hands is steaming: a hearty stew made with Falin and Marcilleâs collective effortâ(âSenshiâs tried and true recipe!â). A thick slice of bread perches on its rim. It smells just as heavenly as it did at dinner.
âHere?â you ask, stupefied. The armchair youâve claimed is wide; thereâs easily enough space to fit a Chilchuck-sized person, but your mind jumpsâunbiddenâto the reason heâd been late in the first place.
âWhere else?â He nudges you with his knee. âAs if Iâm gonna sit near that love-fest over there.â
âYouâre not welcome anyways,â Marcille tuts, midway through dipping the maraschino cherry from her sundae into Falinâs mouth.
âThis is my apartment!â
You concede with a laugh: itâs just your bruised heart working overtime. The moment his body settles, shoulders touching, you stop being able to taste the ice cream Laios had scooped into your bowl. Existence narrowing to that point of contact with a familiar little rush.
Itâs Laiosâ turn to choose tonightâs movie, much to Marcilleâs dismayâ(âA documentary classifies! This is a really interesting one!â)âand he scrolls to find it as Chilchuck digs into his food.
Midway through, you engage him in a thrilling mock-battle of fencing spoons. Falin dozes, lulled from the careful stroke of Marcilleâs fingers through her hair. By the time the credits roll, theyâre folded onto each other, soft snores drowned out by music.
âThey fell asleep again,â Chilchuck drawls, chin cushioned against his hand.
âMust be crashing after all that sugar,â Laios suggests, drapes a blanket over them.
âThey were pretty high energy tonight. Eager to hear about how Chilchuckâs date went, I guess,â you tease, taking up the mantle with Marcille fast asleep. âYou didnât even tell us her name.â Keeping the tone casual despite the haunting little pit in your stomach.
(Itâd been a shock to hear about it: for as long as youâve known him, Chilchuck has been eager to keep his life privateâeven from long-time friends. And thereâd been no signs of anyoneâexcept you and your little groupâcoveting his time and attention; no extra, unexplained toothbrushes, no brands you donât recognize in his pantry, no missed get-togethers.)
âHuh?â He gives you a look, confusion twisted in his features. The TVâs light illuminates a silver hair. âI wasnât with any girl.â
Your brow furrows. ââŠHis name? Their name?â
Chilchuck stares. This closeâwhere the minuscule twitches in his expression are noticeableâitâs strangely evaluating.
âYou know Marcille was joking when she said it was a date, right?â Heat sears along your cheekbones; embarrassment flushing hot under his gazeâthe realization of your mistake.
âOf course I knew,â you say stupidly. Chilchuckâs eyebrow quirks. âShut up. Donât look at me like that.â
âI didnât say anything.â
âWell, then if it wasnât a date, who were you with?â
âSenshi,â he says. âHe wasâwe, uh,â his eyes slide off to the side, âI asked him for a favor.â
âOh?â you hum, relief and mirth creating a warm hum behind your ribs. âLooking to get a side hustle as a cook?â
âNot even close,â he grunts, looking away.
âShould we start calling you our little master chef?â You nudge him with a grin.
âChilchuck is already quite good at cooking,â Laios pipes up without taking his eyes off the screen. âMaybe heâll learn to make something else after mastering ramen.â
âHeyââ
âRamen?â you ask, head tilting. âLike, the instant kind?â
Chilchuck splutters. âNo!â
âFrom scratch!â Laios beams. âSenshiâs said heâs been making really good progress since his first day.â
âOh?â you grin. âOur little master chef is gonna open a ramen shop?â
âShut up. No way. Not ever,â Chilchuck grumbles, the high curve of his ear a soft pink.
âI hope youâll make it for us one dayâI love ramen,â you say. âVery tedious, though, so Iâve never done it myself.â
His face scrunches, mouth pursing together like he wants to speak, but doesnât. His cheeks puff with air, releasing as a long, quiet sigh.
âOh, hey, so after ramenââyou lean a hand on the chairâs opposite arm, boxing him in with a cheeky little smileââyou should look into French onion soup. Itâs probably easier than ramen but caramelizing the onions takes so longââ
âYouâ!â he leans back, shoulders tense and eyes wide. âDonât go making requests before Iâve even cooked anything decent.â
âWhy not? I bet itâll be great! Youâre good with your hands, so soup is probably a piece of cake for you.â You watchâwith no small amount of pleasureâas Chilchuckâs face flushes with vivid color.
âGet away from me,â he mumbles, but his tone is so insincere all you do is laugh. He knocks a loose fist against the inside of your elbow. A surprised noise jumps out; you retreat back against the chair, rubbing the spot.
âMmh?â Marcille rouses with a sleepy hum. âWhatâre you requestinâ?â
âChilchuck is making us ramen,â you joke, relishing the way he knocks an admonishing leg against yours. âHeâs our little master chef.â
âOh, yeah. Did Laios end up spilling the beans?â Marcille yawns. Falin stirs, eyes fluttering. âCongratulations, you two.â
Chilchuck goes stiff beside you. âWhat do you mean?â you ask.
Marcille pauses, head tilting with a drowsy look of confusion. âHuh? Didnât you ask why heâs learning to make it?â she asks. Falin tugs her sleeve.
You blink. âNo. Should I have?â Marcille doesnât respond right away, head bent to put an ear by Falinâs mouth, expression pinched as they whisper. Then, with a sigh, she reaches up to stretch.
âNo. Never mind. Forget I said anything.â Laios is quick to grab her attention.
âHey, so are you actually opening a ramen shop?â you whisper to Chilchuck.
âYouâre such an airhead,â he grunts against his palm.
âIâm great,â you reply. His eyes meet yours, holding your gaze. When next he speaks, his voice is softâacquiescing easily to your jest.
âGuess you are.â
#chilchuck tims x reader#chilchuck x reader#dungeon meshi fic#dungeon meshi x reader#snapshot fic#reader insert#momodita fic#gender neutral reader#food as a love language from me wow how new and exciting
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18+ / mdi
content: loser!seungcheol, afab reader, smut, dry humping, penetrative sex, etc.
wc: 2686
part 1, part 2, part 3
a/n: hii thank u for requesting <33 i never considered loser!cheol before but ngl i loved writing it hehe i hope u enjoy <3
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despite popular belief, seungcheol was actually a bit of a loser.
okay, maybe his appearance didn't necessarily fit the bill (with his slicked back hair and bulging muscles), but everything else about choi seungcheol truly screamed loser.
even with a large group of fratboy friends, seungcheol was still the loser of the friend group, being the only one who had opted out of joining the frat and who spent every day and night studying rather than ever attending any of his friends' parties.
this was all by choice, he swears! seungcheol was just far too serious about his education to let anything become a distraction. and it had always been like this, even dating back all the way to middle school (jeonghan could vouch for this, having known him basically since diapers). due to this, seungcheol had always been kind of a black sheep in any and every social situation he ever found himself in. as a result, seungcheol ended up becoming shy, awkward, utterly embarrassing in social situations, and as jeonghan liked to put it, a 'virgin loser.'
even if seungcheol wanted to disagree with his friend, he knew he was right. here he was, twenty-one years of age and still a lonely virgin who had never even felt the touch of a woman's hand in his. he'd had opportunities before, set ups orchestrated by his friends, but he always managed to fuck them up. due to jeonghan's outgoing disposition, the girls he usually set him up with were set for a surprise upon meeting a his friend seungcheol, who could not even hold eye contact for more then twelve seconds (he counted).
except this year that would all change.
now in his senior year of college, seungcheol had an epiphany.
on the very first week of senior year, upon being assigned a new dorm-mate due to his previous one transfering, seungcheol finally saw a mirror of himself.
his new roommate was, for lack of a better term, a fucking loser (the term being courtesy of jeonghan once again). seungcheol had barely met the guy, yet he could not stand one more moment of conversation with him. not only was he a know-it-all who could only ever talk about academics, but he was maybe even more of a loser virgin than seungcheol was (at least that's what seungcheol was able to assess from the three separate occasions in which he walked in on his roommate watching porn in the common area of the dorm). his hygiene was terrible and his wide-rimmed glasses made him look like the typical nerd in every high school movie. everything about him was what seungcheol feared to one day become.
this one week of torture had been enough for seungcheol to finally take jeonghan up on his offer to join his frat and subsequently move into the frat house. granted, jeonghan had to break a few rules to allow a new pledge with zero obstacles in the way, but jeonghan was just charming enough to get away with it.
seungcheol had already spent the past 10+ years with perfect grades and pristine extra curriculars, so he figured that even if he completely flunked these last two semesters, he would still be a shoe-in for the masters program he'd been eyeing since arriving to university.
so now seungcheol was immersed in the frat lifestyle, though he still felt a bit out of place, which unfortunately for cheol, was something his good friend jeonghan noticed immediately. but this would only be a problem for a short while.
unbeknownst to seungcheol, jeonghan had orchestrated a plan for seungcheol's first frat party. it all started with giving seungcheol a bit of a new look. jeonghan insisted on throwing out most of cheol's 'nerdy clothes' (admittedly, he did dress like an old man at times), traded in his thick-rimmed glasses for some better fitting specs and lastly, gave cheol a trim to better frame his face. after all these changes, cheol felt more confident but still did not feel ready to attend one of the frat's well-known parties.
the decision was, however, taken for him, as he found himself in attendance to one just a few days later. also unknown to cheol was that jeonghan had been playing cupid once more, scouting to see which one of his closer girl-friends would be a good fit for his friend. and of course, his attention immediately fell on you.
jeonghan had only known you since the last semester of his junior year, in which the two of you had partnered up for a project that took up the entire fifteen weeks of instruction. the two of you hit it off pretty easily, but you hadn't quite caught his attention in a non-platonic way.
but you had caught someone else's.
although it had only been a fleeting moment, jeonghan caught onto every single look and action that had occurred the day in which seungcheol had accidentally interrupted a study session between the two of you.
he had easily noticed the blush in cheol's cheeks upon seeing you for the first time, along with the way he shyly checked you out when you weren't paying attention. what had surprised him the most, though, had been the way you checked out his friend as he went to leave the room. that had been enough for jeonghan to decide to play matchmaker between the two of you if the opportunity ever arose. and that was now.
getting the two of you alone was not difficult, but jeonghan knew better. he knew that sending the two of you into an empty room, completely blind to whatever he was planning was just a bad idea. so jeonghan decided that for the first time in his life, he would not scheme. he would simply set up the scene and leave the rest to you.
when jeonghan first came up to you a few days back and let you know about his friend's crush on you, you had been pleasantly surprised. what had shocked you the most, though, had been the revelation that jeonghan's cute friend was actually an inexperienced virgin. jeonghan told you to please not bring it up to cheol, but that he felt it was best you knew so you didnt feel caught off guard should you ever try to hit him up (which he knew you would). what jeonghan didnt realize was that this fact excited you more than you'd like to admit.
planting that seed was more than enough to get you looking for cheol in the empty room jeonghan had said he'd be in (okay, maybe he did scheme a little), prepared to deflower the pretty nerd you'd been thinking about every time you started to notice him sitting alone in the library every other day.
you had dressed to the nines, donning a red slip dress that gave you breathing room but still accentuated every part of your body you wished to stand out. ready and confident, you quietly opened the door to what you assumed to be jeonghan's room, knowing you'd find his pretty friend inside.
sitting alone on the bed, seemingly trying to psych himself up as he whispered affirmations to himself, the boy jumped back upon your unexpected intrusion, with his hears instantly turning red at realizing who you were.
you were jeonghan's pretty friend. the one seungcheol had had some unbecoming thoughts about immediately after seeing you in jeonghan's room last semester (and subsequently seeing you around campus as his eyes would unknowingly always search for you). and you looked .... fuck. and you were alone in han's room with him .... and you had closed the door right behind you .... and now you had walked all the way over to where he was sitting at the edge of the bed, not shocked at all to see him there ....
"hi," you smiled at him.
"hâ hey."
"are you okay? how come you're here all alone?", you sat next to him on the bed, damning all boundaries, apparently.
"oh, i ... just a little nervous, i guess."
"yeah? of what?", despite the unexpectedness of the situation, you seemed genuinely interested, so seungcheol responded.
"it's, uh, my first party as a member of the frat."
"oh, really? i had no idea you were a member of the frat. that's pretty cool, seungcheol."
"you know my name?"
you scoot closer, smile still on your face, "yeah, of course i know your name. do you now mine?"
"oh, i, uh, yeah ..."
"okay, so we know each other. do you maybe want a friend to go out there with? maybe that would ease your nerves," your hand had somehow made its way to his thigh, now invading his personal space a bit. except he couldnt find it in himself to complain.
"tâ that's fine, i, uh, i have han andâ "
"but arent i better company?"
"yâ you're ..."
"can i be honest with you, seungcheol?", you didnt wait for a response, "hannie told me that maybe you needed some help. that i could maybe help you out?"
"help? what type of help do you mean?"
you leaned in even closer, "do you want me to show you?"
"i ..."
"all you have to say is 'yes', cheollie ...", you breathed out now close enough for him to feel your breath on his lips.
he nodded and made an embarrassing noise of affirmation, completely giving up on speaking.
it was embarrassing how easily he let you turn him into a puddle, not even bothering to question how or why jeonghan orchestrated this situation. but that didnt matter as he finally felt the lips of a woman against his own â your lips; the lips of the girl he'd been crushing on from afar, jealous that maybe you'd become more than jeonghan's classmate. this was a clear declaration that his assertions had been incorrect.
seungcheol wasn't sure what to do with his hands (or with his tongue) as he kissed you. he felt you smile against his lips at his whimper, making feel that maybe you were making fun of him. when you pulled away, he feared that maybe he'd been right.
"cheollie, let me show you, yeah? just let meâ yeah, like that", you positioned him in a way that would allow you to straddle him as you said this, wrapping his arms around your waist, "okay now let me show you how to kiss me, okay? just open your mouth a bit for me and let me teach you. then you can try it on me."
with that, you leaned into his open mouth, sticking your tongue inside as you played with his own, sucking on it and causing his eyes to roll back, another embarrassing moan leaving his lips.
"do you wanna try it now?", you asked as you pulled away.
he feared his voice would betray him, so he just nodded before leaning in.
seungcheol mimicked your previous actions, though his were a bit sloppier and more desperate. he whined at the way you sighed and pulled at his hair due to the way in which he suckled at your tongue and squeezed his fingers on your hips.
eventually you began to also kiss him back, making it a battle between your tongues all the while seungcheol tried to keep up.
suddenly your hips began to move against his own, making him groan in pleasure. after that, you leaned over him, causing the two of you to lay on the bed as you practically rode him through your clothes.
cheol couldnt help his cries of pleasure at feeling you press against his now swollen member. he didnt want the feeling to end, so he grabbed onto your hips and helped you in your movements, even grinding his own hips upwards to match you.
"cheollie ... do you want more? hmm? wanna feel what its like?", you purred against his ear while pulling off your dress, leaving you in a tiny bralette and thin panties.
"yes! fuck, please. i'll take whatever you wanna give me, just ..."
"shhh, it's okay. i'll give it to you, pretty. you dont have to beg. want you just as bad," you kissed him again before he could reply.
without him noticing, you had thrown off your bra, something which made him completely blank when you pulled away and began talking to him. none of your words made it through his head. he was far too busy looking at the pretty nude girl in front of him. he salivated at every inch of naked skin, wanting nothing more than to lick and kiss at every curve. out of all parts of your body, his eyes were glued to your tits. the fleeting thought of suffocating in them flew through his head, making him shudder.
"cheol?", you grabbed onto his chin and pointed his gaze towards your own, finally breaking him out of his trance.
you giggled at his confused face, causing him to sheepishly apologize for dozing off.
"it's okay, pretty. i'd be distracted too if i could get all these clothes off you ... that's what i was asking actually, can i?" your hands began to teasingly pull at his top, mangling it a bit so it could expose some skin.
his nod was all you needed to rip off his shirt and pull off his pants with urgency that had seungcheol blushing. after getting him fully naked, you threw off your panties and finally sat against him completely bare. the heat of your skin against his was enough to have him burying his face against your neck and begging you once more to please give it to him.
"shhh. i'll give it to you, pretty. iâ i'll give you everything," and with that, you sank down on him, throwing your head back at the intrusion.
meanwhile seungcheol was completely gone. the warmth of your body against his had been one thing, but feeling your heat wrap around him was what truly did him in.
it's not like he had stayed a virgin by choice. he had tried to hit it off with many of the girls jeonghan set him up with, but none of them showed any care for him. they'd all expected him to step up and fuck them. even when he would try to shyly explain that he had never done anything sexual before, he'd just be met with scoffs or laughter. but you had walked him through it. you had complimented him and made him feel comfortable. you had made him see pleasure for the first time in his life.
although these thoughts swam through his head as you fucked yourself on his cock, seungcheol's mind was otherwise completely empty. all he could think about was how good you felt and how pretty you sounded as you threw your head back and pulled at his hair. you were just the embodiment of pleasure.
all cares and worries were gone from his brain until the moment in which he felt all his pleasure reach a peak.
he didn't want to be a fucking loser and cum so soon, but you just felt so fucking good, he couldnt help himself. he cried a warning out to you, to which you encouraged him to let go and told him you'd follow him soon.
his orgasm was something he never couldve imagined. but your own orgasm soon trampled that experience. your tightness as you let yourself go while still wrapped around him had him delirious with pleasure. without meaning to, his nails dug into the skin of your pretty hips as he lost consciousness for a few seconds.
unable to fully process it, he felt a sweet peck against his lips before feeling you cuddle against him. he didnt have to think twice before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer.
"remind me to thank that idiot", he spoke up after some moments.
"who, hannie?", you giggled against his chest.
"yeah. he was onto something when he made me get ready in his room."
"oh? he sent me in here looking for you."
"that fucker", he chuckled, "owe him one."
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Mr Steal Your Girl
word count: 1311 || avg. reading time: 6 mins.
pairing: post-time skip!Kenma x chubby!Reader
genre: fluff, University
warnings: spoilers
synopsis: Kenma tries to ask you out but has awful timing
It was already hard enough to dress for a normal date but finding an outfit for a blind date you didnât want to go to to begin with was impossible.
Your best friend was annoyed that she couldnât take you and your chronically single self on any double dates and so decided to take matters into her own hands. At least once every few months she would close her eyes and pick a random guy walking around the campus cafeteria and ask if he was interested in a âcool, funny, smart girl that was just too shy to ask herselfâ and most of the time that was enough. The date was set, your friend dragged you along and you had a miserable two hours before being allowed to return to your natural habitat - your dorm room.
In her defense, most guys she selected were actually very nice. And except for the last one who had forgotten his wallet, then ate his weight in burgers, let you pay, and had since vanished without a trace or payback, they all knew how to behave. They kept the conversations going, complimented you, and usually asked for a second date, but you liked being alone and besides, dating was stressful. Who needed the whole hassle of getting dressed up and leaving the house? You wanted someone who liked to spend their time indoors, watch movies, play games, build a Lego set or two, snuggle, and snack.
Kenma was convinced that you were perfect for him. Witty, had excellent taste in games and music, and a figure that put every body pillow he ever received as a promo gift to shame. He spent the better part of any lecture twirling his pen in his long fingers and staring at the back of your head, then quickly snapping his eyes the other way, pretending to look intently at the monitor upfront if you happened to turn around during a stretch. He remembered overhearing one of his former classmates once saying that asking someone out was easy, but now that Kenma absently drew a heart with your initials on the side of his notes, he found he didnât share that sentiment. Partly because he didnât like to go out in the first place, so how would he convincingly invite someone to something he didnât even want to go to either?
None of his friends knew about his crush on you and he wasnât going to admit it to them. Not because he would be embarrassed if they knew, but because he didnât want to be grouped together with your small and not-so-secret on-campus fan club - a bunch of desperate boys who all wanted a piece of the chubby queen of homebodies. So he denied any allegations that quickening his sluggish steps on the way to the lecture hall to sit in your vicinity, his sleep-deprived heart eyes and doodle-adorned notepads meant anything. Pondering, he tapped the tip of his pen onto the paper, trying to figure out a way to invite you to play games with him, romantically. He wasnât going to stoop as low as to ask Kuroo for help and instead took to the wild seas of the internet for advice.
As he scrolled through the many many forums, sifting through mostly bad ideas, he overheard one of your friends say, âItâs just dinner and a movie. Give him a chance. He is the captain of the swim team after all.â
Kenmaâs heart sank - and then bounced back up immediately when you groaned.
âLook, itâs sweet and ⊠a little concerning how much you care about my love life, but Iâm not interested in him. Or anyone really. I just prefer to be alone.â
100% understanding and agreeing with you, Kenma chewed the inside of his cheek, thinking if it would come across as weird and creepy if he were to ask you to be alone together.
âBut I worry about you.â, the friend pouted.
You laughed and gently put a hand on her shoulder, âNot everyone meets the love of their life at university.â
In truth, you just didnât want your friend to know about your ridiculous crush on Kodzuken. Your heart had almost jumped out of your chest when you first spotted the tell-tale half-dyed ponytail in your class and heard the all too familiar voice during a presentation project. It was silly, really, and you did well pushing your infatuation to the very back of your mind.
After all, whenever you tried to catch a glimpse of him he would look away immediately, making it all too clear that wasnât interested in a conversation.
It was no use either way. Your friend wouldnât stop pushing until you were social for an evening so you chose your usual - well fitted jeans and a thin, long sleeved sweater to keep the cold and any potential bodily contact to a minimum. Your friend waved when she recognized you getting off the bus. She was already waiting in the arms of her boyfriend with a tower of a guy right next to them, who, when seeing who his set-up was going to be, looked a little disappointed. Oh great.
Kenma felt more pathetic by the second. All day he had tried to work up the courage to catch you in a calm minute to ask you out before your date. If it went well with that guy, chances were he wouldnât ever let you go (if he knew what was best for him), so this was basically his last opportunity ever. When he didnât manage to ask during class, then neither during lunch, nor in the library he never went to before, and neither at the bus stop, he thought he might as well face the fact that it wasnât meant to be. But he found himself a few hours later behind you in the queue at the movie theater, he heard you were planning to go to. He would have to ask now before heâd have to buy a ticket. As he politely waited for a lull in the conversation between you and the Iron Man your friend set you up with, Kenma tried to busy himself with a game on his phone to calm his nerves. But he became so engrossed in a level that he missed his chance and could only watch you walk away with your friends. He should just give up. This was ludicrous.
âOne ticket to whatever movie they just went to.â, he said before he could stop himself.
Just turn around. Turn around and leave. Come on.
But his feet had other plans. With the overpriced movie stub in hand, he shuffled to the auditorium and searched in the crowd for you. Unfortunately, the first marker he found was the tall guy next to you, talking to your friend and boyfriend, leaving you to sit quietly and awkwardly to the side.
He walked up the steps and your eyes met. Your cheeks blushed, as did his, and with the confidence of a deflated balloon, he came to a halt next to you, hands in his pockets.
âHey y/n, Iâm Kenma. Iâm in your business class.â
âI know.â, you said and he was already relieved. First hurdle down. Now, carefullyâŠ
âDo you wanna go to a gaming cafĂ© together?â
âWha- right now?â
âI mean, yeah, if you donât have anything else going on.â, he looked past you to the guy who just stared at him in disbelief and added in appeasement of your date, âNothing personal.â
You exchanged a look with your friend who was just as shocked as the others and she shrugged. You turned back to Kenma.
âSure thing.â
He held out his hand, then felt silly doing so and was about to lower it when you grabbed it.
âLead the way.â, you said brightly and he did.
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