#and watching videos on her phone at such a loud volume I can hear it across the apartment with my door closed

[lesbiansanemi]

The sheer desperation and frenzied manner that I keep telling myself “just one more week just one more week just one more week” to keep from snapping and going fucking insane is honestly getting concerning

[sanjisblackasswife]

Can u pleaseeee do a part 2 to the nanami cam girl fanfiction 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽

Part 1 Of Nanami x Cam!Girl Reader Here

Blk!Fem Reader in Mind

CW: Pervert Nanami, Nanami with a voice kink, Idk. Smut fr w some plot.

“Sssshit, yes baby….” Nanami’s voice growled from the back of his throat, his legs beginning to rise as his body tenses for a moment. His groans echoed through his empty apartment, only thing luminating his room was the lights of the city and his phone in his hand.

He threw his head back to land on the headboard, mind feeling a little fuzzy. This orgasm definitely drained him way more than any this week.

Maybe because this particular video he was using to get off was his and only for him.

“I um…i hope that was good for you Mr. Nanami.” She spoke breathlessly holding up the camera above her face as she laid on the fluffy pillows on her bed, eyes were dilated, cheeks flushed despite her skin tone, strands of hair on her forehead. She must have overworked herself this time. She did cum more than usual, as requested of him. “I never came that much, I almost feel embarrassed i couldn’t last as long as I should of.”

“You did amazing, sweetheart.” Nanami thought as she began to ramble a bit….per requested. Her voice was almost the equivalent to an angel through his ears. So soft, feminine and gentle.

Almost the polar opposite of her whiney, loud, slutty voice when she moans his name.

“I never gotten a um…private suggestion and you’ve been…so sweet with your donations I actually was able to get a new camera for it so of course I had to show you!”

“I noticed.” He thought, a faint smirk arising on his face.

“As promised though please do not share this video or post on any other platforms. Please.”

Nanami clicked off the video to give a long sign of relief. Her voice was too cute;

“Please.”

His thoughts still going a mile a minute, “Maybe next time she can beg to cum for me.”

Shaking his head to clear some of his perverted ideas he got up to take a quick shower and put on some new sheets. He actually tired himself out tonight, but he still couldn’t completely fall asleep.

He was tired yes, but everytime he shut his eyes they fluttered back up.

Tossing and turning on his bed he reached for his phone again, maybe another rewatch?

The shame nanami felt watching the streamer was now completely gone, he only watched her anyways and something about her voice always helped him not only get off, but fall asleep.

He remembers hearing a very….perverted conversation with Geto and Gojo about listening to sexual audios when they are too sleepy to watch a video, but too awake to fall asleep.

…It was 7am and honestly Nanami tried to ignore it, but Gojo was so damn loud.

With a moment before reconsidering he reached for his airpods and phone off the dresser again and scrolled through her videos.

This one. This video where she first moaned his first name was soothing

….to him.

Laying on his back, gently allowing the weight of his lids to fall shut he turned up the volume of his phone and just listened to her.

He replayed the video so much he almost can invision what she was doing in the exact moment she was speaking.

Nanami had no intention to touch himself again, just to simply hear her, but how naive of him to think he can listen to the wet sounds of her cunt and her soft moans and NOT have a body reaction.

He felt himself get hard, palming his shaft he rubbed it through his boxers, face getting red from the lewd thoughts he imagined from the video.

Nanami invisioned him on top of her, throwing her pretty thick leg on his shoulder, kissing her ankle to distract her from the full feeling of his tip and a few inches of shaft pushing its way inside her. When she moaned Nanami’s name he imagined that’s exactly how she’d sound the moment he bottomed out.

Without noticing his hand was down his boxers moving his fist at the same pace she was fingering herself.

Nanami wasn’t the type to make A LOT of noise when hes self pleasuring. He’s more vocal when with a woman, but his thoughts almost felt like reality he started to speak to himself as if she was there.

“Goooood good girl, sweetheart. Keep your eyes on me…yesss fuck—-so good taking me in like this….”

He never really got off to just audio before, but somehow with his eyes shut he felt more sensitive and it wasn’t long until he felt close again, but he tried to hold on until til she was as well.

“C’mon baby…just like that cum with me. Yes fuck—-“

It probably would seem embarrassing to see such a big strong man whimpering in his bed alone at the thought of fucking a girl he doesn’t even know, but fuck it he did not care. It felt too good to him

It wasn’t too long until he made another mess. Sucking his teeth he just grumbled to himself knowing he needs to grab a towel, but before he does that, he moves over the table in his phone and clicks “New Message”.

While still coming down from his high, Nanami sends another $200 donation and private message to the pretty streamer stating;

“How much would it be for a private phone call?”

[catslvrr]

bound 2 (falling in love)

danielle marsh x fem!reader | one shot

Synopsis: Good news: Danielle has agreed to be your pretend girlfriend for Christmas so Haerin can stop extorting you of money. Bad news: Danielle is a bit too good at being a pretend girlfriend.

Contains: suggestive and threatening jokes, cursing, obligatory mistletoe scene

Song: Gingerbread Lover — Ivoris, Chevy

“I’m so screwed,” is what you say as you plop on the booth across from Minji.

She makes no movement to greet you, engrossed in some YouTube video titled ‘How Ceramic Tiles Are Made’. She’s never expressed any interest in tiles nor has any history with tiles, but this is not anything unusual for Minji.

She’s also playing the video at an uncomfortable volume, not necessarily on full speaker, but loud enough that the people on the next table over could hear and possibly be annoyed at.

You start digging into your chicken Caesar salad and smile to yourself in amusement as you spot Minji’s finished plate of it as well.

The two of you made a pact to eat healthier. Issue is, there’s this one dessert place two streets down that makes some bomb biscoff cookies, and you always catch each other there at least once a week. There’s a silent agreement that this does not break the pact.

You both sit in silence for a few more minutes until the video is finished — you eating and Minji watching.

Minji takes a loud sip of her hot chocolate when the video transitions to an obnoxious outro. “You were saying?”

You retell the story to her with a mouth full of food, and there are occasional offtopic segues, as there always are.

To sum it up: Your cousin Haerin is a force of evil and strangely has a good memory. Allegedly, you made a wager with her when you were both nine years old that you would get a girlfriend to bring home for Christmas when you turned eighteen.

And apparently, if you didn’t find one, you would have to pay her a hundred dollars.

Two things strike you as absurd: that younger you somehow thought you would be charming enough to get a girlfriend, and that younger you somehow thought you would have a hundred dollars just lying around to spare.

And for some reason, Haerin decided to never remind you of this wager until, of course, yesterday. You obviously didn’t believe her, but it was kind of hard to argue with Haerin.

Not because she’s good at arguing, but because she just stands there with this look in her eyes that makes you uneasy. So, you didn’t bother questioning her because you know there’s no escaping this fate.

So now, you have just a few days to find a girlfriend, because there was no way you were paying money. 

There’s also the matter of pride, too.

“Yeah,” you finish off your monologue. “I texted Hanni if she could be my date, but she just ignored it and sent me some TikTok of a stupid looking dog.”

Minji steals a piece of grilled chicken from you, to which you step on her foot under the table. You pull back your feet in time before she can return the favor. You get a glare instead.

“And Hyein?”

A notification ding stops you before you can speak. You lean forward to look at your phone. “Speaking of Hyein…”

Hyein’s text reads, I think I found someone for you! You two meet at the usual cafe at 12 tomorrow :)

“Okay,” you start. “Good news or bad news first?”

Minji thoughtfully chews on another piece of grilled chicken that she stole. Your plate of salad somehow now sits in the middle of the table instead of right in front of you. “Bad news.”

“Well I want to say the good news first,” you wave the fork in your hand dismissively. You’re pretty sure Minji mumbles “asshole”, but you ignore that as well.

“Good news,” you declare with a smile. “I found a girlfriend.”

Minji is unimpressed.

“Bad news,” you sigh. “I have to talk to said girlfriend who is a stranger.”

She is still unimpressed. “This is why nobody wants you. You don’t talk to anyone outside of us.”

“You don’t get it. It’s part of my mysterious vibe,” you grumble petulantly.

“Well, if you don’t want to socialize like a normal person,” Minji is folding a serviette into some sort of disfigured airplane. “Then consider paying Haerin that one hundred bucks.”

“I would never,” you fold your arms. “And even if I would, I can’t, because I literally only have 76 dollars in my bank account.”

You text Hyein back: you’re the BEST i love u so much xoxoxoxoxo

Minji tries to throw her tissue airplane at you, but it flops unceremoniously into your now empty bowl.

She sighs. “I guess I’m paying for lunch.”

“It’s your turn anyway.”

And that’s the end of the conversation, or at least the conversation concerning your predicament. You both spend the next hour babbling on about recent life updates and rehashing the same old stories over and over again.

“How do I look?”

You have your phone set upright by leaning it on this worn red panda plushie. Its head is permanently twisted after you and Haerin fought for it as kids and ended up ripping it in two, which led to your mom having to stitch it back together. She didn’t do a very good job, clearly.

You see Hanni, or what you think is Hanni, squint at the camera. “Like a bunch of pixels. The connection is so shit that you look like those wendigos from Until Dawn.”

“I’m sure you look fine,” Minji chimes in. This is the first time that she’s spoken since the call started (the call has been going on for half an hour), her camera pointed at her ceiling, and you’re pretty sure she’s half asleep.

“Thanks,” you say. “And I’m pretty sure it’s your WiFi, Hanni.”

You think she’s arguing back, but it’s all a garbled mess, and then the call drops. (It was definitely your WiFi.) You check your appearance one last time before you make your way to the cafe.

The cafe is named “Spill The Beans”, which you find appropriate, because that’s all you ever find yourself doing there. The walk there is a bit long, but the decent prices and good quality make up for it.

Plus, it means that most people would rather go to a cafe that’s closer, so this one has a bit more of a ‘if you know, you know’ vibe to it.

You’re also friends with one of the workers there, and she occasionally sneaks you a free pastry, or even better, gives you gossip about one of the regulars. You smile when you see her signature blonde hair through the window.

The cafe is decorated for Christmas — tinsel stringing on the top and bottom of the windows and cutely drawn candy canes and baubles stuck on the panes. There’s also a cardboard cutout of a snowman holding a coffee cup sitting next to the door. You hear the muffled voice of Mariah Carey.

Your entrance is announced by the light tinkling of the bells. You make your way to the cash register to greet a familiar face.

“It’s beginning to look a latte like Christmas!” Yunjin sings as she twirls clumsily, broomstick in her hand as a microphone. You are forced to stand there and watch this. For some reason, she’s adamant on greeting you with a coffee pun everytime you come in. She has yet to crack a smile from you.

“Stop it,” you groan, scanning the cafe and checking who’s in. There’s only four or five people in right now, most of whom you recognize. She holds the last note, with an unnecessary vibrato, for a few more seconds.

“So,” she leans toward you with an eyebrow raised. “Anything new or interesting you wanna share?”

“Asking for gossip?” You deadpan. “Is that how you take orders now?”

“Just curious,” Yunjin says nonchalantly. “You’re never here alone.”

You give her a scowl. “Don’t act like you don’t know why I’m here.”

There are some things that you can be sure of in life. You know how the saying goes: death, taxes, and Yunjin being all-knowing. She and her little army of spies (spies being her co-workers) are the most nosy people you could ever meet.

You’re pretty sure they consider eavesdropping as their main job, and that the cafe is just a means for them to satisfy their curiosity. (Again, an extremely appropriate cafe name.)

She grins cheekily, dropping her voice to a whisper and tilting her head. “She’s on that table.”

You follow her gaze to the table against the window, where a girl who seems around your age is staring outside like she’s the protagonist of a coming-of-age movie.

Yunjin slides you a slice of a carrot cake and winks. “On the house. Good luck!”

You grab the plate off the counter and slowly make your way toward your future fake girlfriend.

“Hi,” you clear your throat awkwardly as you slip into the seat opposite her. “Danielle, right?”

She enthusiastically nods and smiles. “It’s nice to meet you.”

You slide the plate of carrot cake towards her, to which she gratefully accepts. “Has Hyein filled you in on everything?”

“Hm,” Danielle taps her cheek. “Christmas party, a wager, and me as a fake girlfriend?”

“Sounds about right,” you hum. “Not to be nosy, but is there a reason that you’re doing this? I mean, you’re not getting anything in return.”

“Hyein did say she’d owe me a favor,” she answers with a hint of amusement. “Which I’m sure will come in handy one day. You’re also cute, so it’s a bonus.”

You internally wipe a proud tear. God bless you, Hyein. You make a note to get her something snazzy for Christmas. You were so thankful for Hyein that you didn’t even process the last sentence.

You then realize that you’re just spacing out and probably look a bit crazy, so you quickly clear your throat. “So, we should probably come up with our origin story and all that.”

“We should,” Danielle agrees.

You scratch your nape awkwardly before pulling out a notebook. You have this secret theory that notebooks are a hoax and people just pretend to use them. Which is a bit contradictory for you to say, because you’re using one right now. But you still hold onto that belief.

“So, when did we first meet?”

She seems a bit taken aback by the presence of the notebook, but her face quickly relaxes into a smiling one. “What are your interests? Maybe we share some and that’s how we met.”

“Actually,” you proudly flick to the back of the notebook. “I have prepared for this question.”

It reads: About Me

I like staying indoors

I go to the cafe sometimes

And that cookie place

Cats are cute

?

“Wow,” Danielle says after surveying your notes. “This is a very… extensive list.”

“Anything that can be used for our story?”

“Let’s just say we met at the cafe,” she decides. You nod in agreement.

“And who approached who first?”

“Definitely me.”

You frown and stop writing. “Why definitely?”

“I mean,” Danielle gestures at you vaguely. “We have to make the story realistic.”

“I hope you mean that because I’m too irresistible, not because I can’t talk to anyone.”

She smiles. “…Right. That’s exactly what I meant.”

“Excellent,” you say, continuing to pen down the story. “So, let’s say about three months ago, give or take, you entered the cafe for the first time. And then you saw me, sitting there all cute and pretty, and you knew you just had to ask for my number.”

“Right…”

“And because I’m never here alone, I’ll just say Minji was in the bathroom. I gave you my number, and then we instantly hit it off.”

“And Minji is…?”

“Oh,” you pause. “She’s a dumbass. Don’t worry about her.”

“Okay,” Danielle says slowly. “And our first date?”

“We’ll get to that in a sec,” you tap your pen. “Tell me about yourself.”

“I,” she heaves out as she bends down to reach into her tote bag. “Have also prepared.”

She slaps a folder on the table that resembles a police case file. You feel a sudden wave of affection crash over you. You immediately open it in anticipation.

It’s an in-depth profile of Danielle. There is the technical stuff, of course: name, date of birth, star sign, MBTI. Then, there’s the ‘favorites’ section: color, animal, season, time of day.

“Oh wow,” you run your fingers over the page. “This is more than I expected.”

You turn the page. There’s a ‘fun facts’ section, although you’re not sure if it’s considered fun. Example: “I once broke a tooth from trying to eat a rock. I also choked on it and my friend had to perform the Heimlich maneuver.”

“Oh wow,” you say again, louder this time, and out of concern more than awe. “Was this when you were a kid?”

“No,” Danielle blinks innocently. “Just last year.”

She is fucking insane. How on earth did Hyein find her?

The last page features results that she got from various UQuizzes, like “what romance trope is meant 4 you?” (ironically, she got fake dating) or “which ‘-core’ aesthetic are you?”

“I’ll make sure to study this when I get home,” you stare at the pages in astonishment.

“Sure,” Danielle smiles. “I was thinking our first date could be at the local arcade.”

A memory of Hanni breaking the buttons and joystick of a fighting game flashes in your mind. The joystick somehow flew and hit a worker in the face. To this day, you still have no idea how it happened.

Regardless, you always look back at the memory fondly, especially because Hanni didn’t even end up winning, despite putting her whole body into smashing the buttons.

“Haerin will know that’s a lie,” you grimace. “I’ve been banned from that place for three years now. Long story.”

She looks curious but continues anyway. “How about a classic dinner?”

“Hm,” you purse your lips. “There’s this amazing Korean restaurant that’s a 10 minute walk from this place.”

“And you’re not banned?”

You laugh and shake your head. “No. They make this amazing jjajangmyeon. I’ll have to take you someday.”

“Sounds good,” Danielle’s eyes twinkle. “I think that’s good enough for now. Anything else I should know?”

“The party is on Christmas day, of course. It’ll just be a dinner and some party games, nothing too serious. After the party, our work is all done!”

“And Haerin,” you hesitate. “She’s nosy. But not in an ‘asking questions’ way, but in a staring way. So we have to act really good if we want her to believe us. Like, a real couple and everything. Like-”

Her laugh cuts you off. “You can say PDA, it’s okay.”

You cough and turn to the side to hide the heat rising in your cheeks, but when you look out the window, you see an odd sight.

Across the street, on a bench, there are two suspicious figures sitting. Suspicious meaning wearing sunglasses, a coat, and a scarf despite it being hot today. Suspicious meaning Minji and Hanni.

No fucking way, you think. Those little fuckers.

“-you okay?” Danielle waves her hand in front of you.

“Huh?” You quickly turn back. “Yeah, it’s nothing.”

“I love physical touch,” she admits, although somewhat shyly. “So I’m okay with hugging and holding hands.”

“Good!” You reply stiffly. “Great. Awesome. All done.”

There’s a mix of confusion, concern, and amusement on her face. “I’ll see you soon?”

“Yes,” you slide your phone across the table before opening her file in front of your face to hide your embarrassment. “Let’s text in between so we get used to talking to each other too.”

The two of you exchange numbers and you watch Danielle leave with a smile and a wave. Minji and Hanni proceed to shuffle inside the cafe, sighing in relief as they take off their ‘disguise’.

“Oh my god,” Hanni whines, resting her cheek on your outstretched palm. “I thought I was gonna die outside.”

You retract your hand in disgust, but not before flicking her forehead. “You’re sweaty. And you deserve it.”

“So how did it go?”

You recount everything that happens. Minji makes you pay for her lunch. You now have 46 dollars in your bank account.

When you get home, you hug your red panda plushie and turn on your phone to see a text from Danielle. You spend the next few days talking to her, your feet kicking in the air and a stupid smile on your face.

The day of the Christmas party has arrived. It’s due to start at six in the evening, and exactly three hours before that, Haerin sends you nothing but an ominous text: I will be awaiting you and your girlfriend’s arrival.

You roll out of bed and get ready in the morning, and read through Danielle’s file one last time. You’ve annotated it, adding sticky notes and highlighting it, which is more work than you’ve done for the entirety of university so far.

You make sure to put the matching reindeer headbands that Danielle suggested on before leaving. You drive to pick her up and you try not to weigh the meaning of the warmth blooming in your chest as you see her.

“Hi girlfriend,” Danielle puffs her cheeks out and smiles as she gets in the car. It’s awfully cute.

“Hey.”

“Before I forget,” you reach over into the glove compartment to grab a little box. “I got you a Christmas present.”

Danielle gasps, eyes shining as she opens the box. It’s a gold necklace with a sun pendant. You remember her eyeing it when you went out to the mall.

You don’t expect her to laugh. “What’s so funny?”

She also takes out a little box from her pocket. “I also got you a present.”

God, she even prepared it with a nice ribbon. You unwrap it to find a silver bracelet with a moon pendant. You think you’re a tiny bit delusional for thinking that you two were meant to be, but you let yourself live in this fantasy just for today.

“Oh my god,” you grin. “We’re matching now.”

The both of you put on your respective gifts before you start the car. You instinctively pass her your phone to pick a song. Of course, she puts on Christmas music. You glance at her as she takes out her crochet supplies.

“What are you working on?”

“Nothing much,” Danielle says. “Just a little cat to add to your car. It’s kind of plain.”

Her thoughtfulness makes you feel an out-of-body experience where you want to scream your lungs out and melt into a gay puddle.

You manage to get out one word. “Cool.”

The two of you pass the time by quizzing each other and ironing out the fine details of your ‘relationship’. And belting your hearts out to Christmas songs.

The drive is only an hour or so, and there’s a tender feeling encompassing you as you truly realize that it’s Christmas. Spending time with family is always nice. Receiving presents is too.

You only see Haerin a few times a year, and Christmas is one of them. Despite your bickering and her foreboding aura, she’s still somewhat endearing.

Danielle looks out the window in excitement as you draw closer to Haerin’s house. There’s a large blow-up Santa set up on the lawn that they reuse every year, and a bunch of other generic Christmas decorations.

You can already spot Haerin in the window of the house staring at your car.

Pretending to check your phone, you mutter, “She’s watching us. Let me open the car door for you.”

Danielle only responds with a giggle. You dash outside the car in record time, open the back to get your cookies and presents, and open the car door for her, as planned.

She surprises you with a kiss on the cheek. You’re sputtering and blushing, and she has to drag you toward the house (and lock the car for you).

By the time you come to your senses again, Haerin has vanished.

You heave out a long exhale and your gaze flickers to Danielle. You find that her eyes are already on you. If there was a person who could embody the joy and comfort that Christmas brings, you think that it would be the girl in front of you right now.  

“You ready?”

Danielle brushes a stray strand of hair behind your ear. For a second, you indulge yourself in the yearning of your heart and pretend that this is all real.

“Of course.”

Inside the house is chaotic as always. Everyone’s rushing to finish wrapping gifts, preparing the food, putting plates and cutlery on the table, setting up the TV to play Mario Kart, the usual.

You take Danielle around to introduce her to everyone, and you feel slightly guilty as everyone fawns over her. Haerin is the last person you find.

“Haerin,” you say. She nods in acknowledgment. “This is my girlfriend, Danielle. Danielle, my cousin Haerin.”

“Nice to meet you,” Danielle gushes, letting go of your hand to hug her. “I’ve heard so many stories about the two of you and your adventures.”

“Don’t trust those stories,” Haerin says. “She probably changed it to make her look better.”

You whip your head around. “What the f-”

Danielle winks. “Don’t worry. I know how much of a loser she is.”

You take a deep breath in and force a smile. You must maintain the jolly Christmas spirit.

Haerin gives Danielle a once over before nodding mysteriously. She then stalks off to who knows where. Danielle looks at you with a raised eyebrow.

You pat her shoulder. “That’s a good sign.”

“That felt surprisingly easy…”

“Oh no,” you laugh. “We’re just getting started. They’re going to try separate us-”

With perfect timing, you hear your name being called before you’re dragged into the kitchen.

“Be a dear and help us with the food,” your mom says kindly. (You know this is a facade.) You accept your fate and place down the cookies before starting to cut the vegetables for the turkey.

You try to keep an eye on Danielle, who’s now putting ornaments on the Christmas tree with your other relatives.

The Christmas tree has been around since you were a baby, and if you look closely, there's pieces at the back that is slightly charred. Haerin pushed you, you tripped on your own feet, crashed into the tree, and it fell into the fireplace. Alarms went off, neighbors left the house in a panic, the firefighters were called… it was bad.

You strain your ears and try to hear what questions your family are asking Danielle right now, and you hope it’s nothing too over-the-top or personal. She seems to be taking it well though. Your aunt keeps bringing you new things to do and speaking loudly in an attempt to distract you.

“First girlfriend, huh?” Your mom nudges you with her shoulder.

“Yeah,” you laugh awkwardly. “I’m so lucky, right?”

“She seems good for you.”

You pause your chopping. “It’s only been five minutes, Mom.”

There’s a gleam in her eyes. “That’s all I need. And you finally have a reason to go outside for once.”

You roll your eyes and continue chopping. Your aunt comes in at one point, and together, the two of them grill you about the details of your relationship. The words fall out of your mouth just as you rehearsed.

It’s around half an hour later when you’re finally reunited. The dinner is delicious, as always, and it all feels so good.

The light squeezes on your arm, resting her hand on your thigh under the table, making sure you get the crunchy potatoes because that’s your favorite — it feels so good.

And none of this is real, but as you listen to Danielle bantering with your family, your feelings start to feel more real.

The realization sets your heart aflame, just like the fireplace once did to the Christmas tree.

You’re leaning on the kitchen counter, nursing a can of Sprite as you watch Danielle squeal over Mario Kart (she just got hit by a red shell).

Haerin joins you. She doesn’t announce her entrance but you can sense her presence.

“No money for you,” you smirk.

“No. I guess not.”

Hell yeah. Your bank account is safe. “What do you think of her?”

“She seems too nice for you.”

You elbow her ribs. “Be nice. It’s Christmas.”

“…I’m happy for you.”

“Oh Haerin,” you muster up a sweet voice and open your arms out for a hug. She grabs a knife and holds it in front of her. Nevermind. You take multiple steps backwards.

The race is over, and Danielle finishes in a whopping seventh place. She turns around and looks for you, and smiles when your gazes lock.

You tilt your head, and she tilts her head back in response.

“I’ll be back,” you slither out of the kitchen. “The girlfriend calls.”

You think you hear Haerin scoff but you’re too busy focusing on Danielle. “Did you need something?”

“Yeah,” she says. “Where’s the bathroom?”

“Oh,” you cough. “Sorry, I’ll show you the way.”

You try not to stumble as you hear someone call out “don’t run off and make out!” Thankfully, Danielle takes it well and isn’t weirded out.

You’re unsure if it’s weird to wait outside, but you do it anyway (from a respectable distance) in case she needs anything. When she’s done with her business, the two of you make your way back to the living room, and your worst nightmare (but also a dream deep down) comes true.

Haerin is standing there, with her stupid mischievous smile and Rudolph’s nose on, holding some DIY fishing rod. At the top of that rod hangs a mistletoe.

“Haerin,” you hiss. “Put that down.”

She closes her eyes and pretends she doesn’t hear you. It’s like everyone’s telepathic, because suddenly everyone has their attention turned to you, and they’re egging you on.

“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!”

This cannot be real, you think. This is some skit or a sick joke.

You turn to Danielle awkwardly.

“A cheek kiss will be enough,” you say apologetically. “We don’t have to-”

She cuts you off with a kiss — a chaste one, but it shocks you nonetheless. You can barely hear the cheers of your family over the pounding of your heartbeat.

Haerin eventually brings you back to Earth by smacking your face with the rod, and everyone’s back to doing whatever they’re doing.

“Sorry,” you see Danielle’s worried face as your vision starts to refocus. “Was that too much?”

“No,” you blurt out. “I’m sorry. Because I actually like you but I just realized that twenty minutes ago and I have to tell you now because I don’t want you to think that I’m using you-”

“I know,” she laughs, grabbing your hand to squeeze. “Me too.”

You blink. “Oh. Cool.”

“…So we’re real girlfriends, right?”

“Yes,” she pokes your nose. “We are.”

“Awesome! Because I was going to ask you to be my fake girlfriend again for New Year’s.”

She rolls her eyes and pulls you back to the living room, and you finally understand, for the first time, all the cheesy Christmas songs.

God bless you, Hyein.

[hayakawalove]

Double the Pleasure

Summary: Gojo catches you playing with yourself and wants to join.

A/N: Just something short but I think it's hot.

CW: Smut, Porn Watching, Mutual Masturbation, Dirty Talk, Humiliation, Praise, Female Reader, AFAB Reader

W/C: 1,832

Credit to @benkeibear for the banner

Fuck. 

The suctioning of your toy was placed directly over your body, making your body tremble in excitement. You had been at this for the past thirty minutes, laying on your stomach with your toy beneath you. It was pressed up against your clit, on the highest setting. You had left your shirt on, while your pants were torn from you and lay somewhere on the bed. You release a moan as your eyes focus on your phone in front of you. A video was playing on the screen, volume turned up just loud enough for your ears. You watch as the woman on screen gets fucked, her salacious moans filling the room. 

Your pussy clenches, making you groan. It felt so good, you knew you were close. You just needed that little push. Sometimes you found it hard to get yourself off when you were all by your lonesome. Normally, you have the added aid from a certain white haired man. He was out today, and wouldn’t be home for, you check the time, thirty minutes. 

You have time. 

If this were any other day you would have been fine waiting for him, knowing he would jump your bones the second you asked. But today you just felt so damn needy. Waiting sounded impossible. Your skin itched to be touched, so you didn’t stop yourself when your hands started wandering. 

Your eyes flutter as you watch the video, feeling yourself grow even needier by the second. Your pussy weeps at the sight of the actress getting fucked, wishing it was you. 

You don’t even realize the door is opened. Satoru stumbles inside, finding your body relaxed on the bed. 

“I’m home!” He calls out. “What’re you doing?” 

You jolt in bed, finger scrambling to turn off the video and your toy. Your breathing tries to regulate as you look over your shoulder. 

“N-nothing.” 

Satoru saunters over to you, a sly smirk spread across his face. He’s already decided to tease you. Whenever Satoru set his mind to bully someone, nothing could stop him. 

“Oh bunny, you know you’re a terrible liar.” He coos at you, crawling on the bed. 

“I’m not-“ you say, before you feel a pressure on top of you. 

Satoru’s laying on your back, head peering over your shoulder. His toned body pushes against yours, leaving you breathless. 

“You’re fucking heavy.” You murmur, your voice sounding pained. 

“How rude. I’m very nice to you and this is the thanks I get?” 

Your eyes twitch while you adjust under him, attempting to find any position that wouldn’t hurt. Satoru runs his hands down your arms, nuzzling into your hair. He was like a pet. 

“So let’s try this again, what were you doing?” 

“You already know what I was doing.” You mumble, pushing your face into the sheets even more. 

Part of you hoped they would swallow you whole. 

“Do I?” Satoru reaches for your phone but you refuse to loosen your grip. 

“Come on, say it and I’ll leave you alone.” 

Your skin prickles at the attention he’s giving you. Satoru knew you got embarrassed easily. It was a fact he delighted in frequently, often using it to his advantage at any turn. You take a deep breath, as deep as you can given the weight on top of you, and say, “I was touching myself. There. You got what you wanted.” Your words are hurried and quiet. 

Satoru smiles at your admission, thinking it was fucking adorable to hear you say that. 

“Aw, it wasn’t that hard now was it?” 

Intelligible words are spoken into the sheets, but Satoru pays them no mind. He reaches for your phone again when you’re not expecting it. Satoru knows the password so he types it in and looks at the screen. 

“I thought you were gonna leave me alone?” 

“You really fell for that? You’re a bad liar and you’re gullible.” Satoru swipes across your phone. 

“So what’re we watching?” He asks, opening up the video.   

“We?” You ask, trying to look at him behind you but you can’t. 

Satoru presses play, a soft chuckle passing by his lips. 

“Wow, you’re dirty.” He says your name while watching the video. 

Embarrassment floods your system, wishing you could hide under the covers but Satoru had you trapped, literally and figuratively. 

“Keep going.” Satoru says, voice unbothered as he watches the screen. 

It’s painful to swallow. He wanted you to keep touching yourself? You were tempted, you were so close to getting off before he interrupted you. 

The toy is still under you, pressed against your body just waiting to be turned on again. 

“But what about you?” You ask. 

“Don’t worry about me.” 

You caress the button before pressing on, your body trembling once you feel the suction against your tender skin. You let out a soft groan that Satoru hums at, before he’s pulling back. Shuffling of clothes can be heard while you bury your face into the sheets, and Satoru’s pressing himself back against you, only this time you can feel his bare skin on top of your body. 

“How does it feel?” He asks, gliding his hand up your side to push your shirt up. 

“G-good.” You shake against the toy, reveling in it even though it was on the lowest setting. 

“Yeah, could hear you from the door. You were moaning so fucking loud, neighbors could probably hear it too.” 

You dig your nails in the sheet beside your head, keeping your face pointed downwards. Your high was gone already, but you were sure it wouldn’t take long to come back now that Satoru was here. 

“Face up, don’t you wanna watch?” 

Glancing up you see Satoru’s veiny arm, his hand holding your phone in front of the two of you. The video is playing still, making you bite down on the inside of your cheek. 

Satoru grins down, glancing between your head and the video. He really wasn’t expecting this when he came home, but he wouldn’t say no. 

You feel him press down into you harder, and you’re able to identify his cock on your ass. He was already hard, the length of it heavy against you. 

“What’re you doing?” You ask. 

Satoru starts grinding against you, and keeps his eyes on the phone. 

“I wanna cum too.” He says it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. 

His cock slowly rubs against you, his body doing all the work. You could just have sex with each other, but this was so much hotter. 

“Turn it up for me, I wanna hear it.” 

You raise a shaky arm to turn the volume of the video up, allowing the sounds of it to fill the space between you. 

The two of you had never watched porn together. 

“Fuck, baby.” Satoru murmurs, maintaining a slow pace as his hips push against you. 

The two of you are staring at the phone, indulging in the way the two actors are fucking each other. It was hard, just how you and Satoru fucked. You even picked a video where they resembled the both of you, needing someone who looked like Satoru if you didn’t have the real thing. 

Satoru’s breathing is picking up, soft pants coming from behind you. Even if he was heavy, which he definitely wasn’t light, your mind wasn’t focused on that. All you could think about was the weight of his cock on you. 

“Bet that tight little pussy missed me right? ‘S why you couldn’t wait a little longer?” 

Satoru trails kisses up your arm, causing you to twitch beneath him. You could feel his leaky tip rub against your back, making you dizzy. 

“Come on baby, tell me you missed me.” Satoru all but begs. 

“I missed you Satoru.” You say his name sweetly. 

Your finger presses the button again, increasing the speed of your toy. The room was stifling. You touching yourself with Satoru on top of you gave you no wiggle room. 

“I know, baby.” Satoru murmurs against you. 

Satoru was in a talkative mood tonight, he usually was, but you could tell he was feeling it more so than usual. It excited you. He never disappointed with his words in bed. 

“Turn your toy up, wanna hear you moan.” Satoru instructs, keeping a steady hand as he holds your phone. 

You allow yourself to turn up the toy even more, the increase in suction making your mouth water. Moans start to escape your throat. 

“That’s it baby, let it out.” Satoru groans. “You feel so fucking good.” 

You can feel yourself clench around nothing, the combination of his words and the video in front of you going straight to your pussy. You turn it up to full, letting yourself feel good. 

Satoru keeps one hand up to support himself while the other holds your phone, his hips thrusting against you. The room is 100 degrees, you’re sure of it, as he rubs his cock against your ass. You bite your lip watching her get fucked as you imagine it being you, pussy remembering the stretch of Satoru. If you listen closely, you can hear his groans behind you mixed with the sounds coming from your phone. 

“God, bunny.” Satoru groans.

With each pump of his hips, he shoves you forward slightly only to be held against the toy harder. 

“S-Satoru, hnng,” You pant as you feel yourself get closer. 

“What was that?” He taunts, leaning down against you even more. 

“I-I can’t take it, it-“ 

“Yes you can, this is what you were doing when I was gone wasn’t it? Filthy girl can’t even w-wait.” 

Drool is seeping from the sides of your lips, trying to contain your moans. Satoru goes faster, his cock nudging between your ass cheeks. There’s a mess between your thighs now, your wetness coating your skin. You can’t decide whether to focus your attention on the sounds behind you or in front of you. You moan into the sheets below you as you feel yourself get closer. You wouldn’t be able to last much longer. 

“Satoru I’m gonna-“ 

“F-fuck yes, cum for me baby come on, fuck.” 

Satoru groans behind you, slamming his hips over your ass. Your pussy clenches as you cum, burying your head in the bed to quiet the moans coming from you. Satoru moans louder when he hears you cum, finding as much enjoyment out of it as you do. 

“I’m close baby, stay still for me, please stay still.” The desperation from his voice leaves you breathless. 

You feel warm spurts against your back as Satoru lets out a moan, his hips slowing down. He drops your phone down and pushes himself up to look at the cum on you. 

He shuffles before grabbing a cloth to wipe you up, his eyes full of love as he watches you. 

“Next time, wait for me to start.” 

“Okay.” You slur out, wrapping yourself around Satoru when he lays down. 

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[meowlod]

focalors x fem!reader x furina | a punishment from the hydro archon.

(nfsw) warnings: small 4.2 spoilers, oral, fingering, threesome, spanking, biting, sucking, nipple play, strap on at the end, etc.

You have been laying on your bed all day, watching videos on your phone. Its midnight and you haven‘t gone to sleep yet, not hearing the footsteps coming towards your bedroom as the videos you are watching on your device are loud due to your phones volume.

As you don‘t notice, Focalors came in with a human she called Furina. Both of them saw you laying on your stomach, seeing that you don‘t have any underwear under that skirt of yours. You're even wet. How naughty!

You only just now noticed them both as Focalors walked up to you, crawling onto the bed on top of your back and gently pulls your hair to see your pretty confused face, while Furina stands nervously near the bed, looking down at you as she stays standing, not knowing what to do.

”Oh, my naughty girl…did you think that i wouldn‘t see that you have any underwear on? Tch. My dear Furina, please spank that ass of hers, she deserves a…punishment.“ Focalors talked in her gentle deep voice, and Furina answers with a quiet ”a-ah..um..o-okay..“ before walking towards you from behind, slowly pulling up your skirt before giving you a gentle spank on one of your ass cheeks. Focalors smiles at the beautiful sight of her human doing what she wants her to do.

She turns around and puts her hand on Furinas shoulder. “My dear Furina, that doesn‘t hurt her…please go a little more rougher.“ the Hydro archon demanded, patting Furinas shoulder.

With a nod, she gave you a harsher spank, making you yelp in the progress as it leaves a red mark, but Focalors keeps your body in place while Furina does what she has to do. While Furina spanks you, Focalors takes your face from the side onto her soft hands and gives you a rough kiss, sliding her hands under your shirt and pulling it up, taking it off you to unbutton your bra.

After that, Focalors gets off you and turns you around so that you‘re laying on your back, looking at both similar women staring back at you.

“W..what should I do…um..miss Focalors..?“ Furina asked with a slightly shaky voice, turning to her with a soft gaze.

”Ah…still being so shy, are we?“ she answers with a slight grin. ”My dear Furina, let me show you what you can do with that mouth of yours..“ Her hand creeping towards her.

She takes Furinas hand and moves her gently between your legs, her hand moving towards her hair as she grips it then forcefully shoving Furinas head against your wet cunt, making you and furina yelp in surprise with your back arching, not expecting the sudden physical touch from Furina. You try your best not to moan out loud.

”Use your tongue.“ Focalors kindly demanded.

The “hydro archon“ shyly parted her mouth, making you hiss when you felt her tongue slip out to move around your folds, while she's moaning against your pussy. Focalors nods in approval and moves Furinas head back and forth to guide her mouth over your slit, making you moan from the sensation. You trap Furinas head between your thighs as you wrap them around her head, making her whine. But Focalors quickly spread your legs again, giving Furina more space.

“Good girl,“ she whispers into her ear. ”you want to show her whos in charge, don‘t you? I knew my human that i had cursed, can be so perfect...“

While Furina licks your bare cunt, Focalors crawls on top of you, grabbing your tits and giving them slow squishes. She takes both of your nipples between her thumb and index finger, teasingly rolling them with her fingertips and thumb. You whimper from the touch, but before you can let out another noise, Focalors quickly shushes you by kissing you on the lips.

Being shushed, Furina thrusts two of her fingers inside you, trying to make Focalors proud. You moan between Focalors lips as Furina thrusts them in and out your cunt slowly while continuing to eat you out.

After a couple of minutes, she stops kissing you and looks behind her and down to see Furina. “What a good girl you are. Carry on with it.“ is the only thing she said before continuing to kiss you, her tongue exploring your mouth. You whimper against her lips as she roughly pulls your hair, making her smile against your lips as the hydro archon gives you a last pull on your nipple before pulling away to only get close to your neck, biting it aggressively.

She then gets off of you and pulls Furinas head from your silky pussy away, putting her on the bed next to your naked body as Focalors is now between your legs, gripping your thighs spread open as she opens her mouth and smushes her face against your cunt, eager to get you to cum.

From the sudden move, Furina gets flustered and sits on the bed, playing with your tits, slowly caressing the round things. Moving closer to you, she moves her mouth towards your ear.

“can i..kiss you? please?“

You couldn’t answer. you were moaning from Focalors giving you good oral sex, but you nod quickly. and with that, Furina gives you a sweet yet slow kiss, gently grabbing both of your tits after kissing you, and taking one of your sore nipples in her mouth, tongue twirling around it.

While she has her attention on your breasts, you feel a sudden bite from Focalors on your thigh, and Furina sucking a hickey near your breast, making you let out a quick loud squeal. She smirks against your wet pussy from the noises escaping from your mouth.

Furina continues to play with your breasts. both of you not noticing, but you felt the physical touch disappearing from between your legs as Focalors stands up to get a item from the desk.

You look to the side and Furina does the same, both of you staring at Focalors putting on a blue strap with a smirk. “Ah, what a pretty sight…you‘ve been good, so obedient…and good girls deserve a small reward, don‘t they?“ she said to you with that gentle voice, before getting right between your legs again, moving the tip of the strap infront of your cunt, and putting both of your legs onto her shoulders, Furina watching from the side as shes crouching next to you, continuing to gently suck on one of your tits.

And it doesn‘t stop there. You‘re gonna have a long night until morning, and you are gonna have to accept it. Besides, you deserve it. You have been naughty, haven‘t you? Atleast, you are getting a small reward at the end.

[cherryxbooo]

Hii! I saw that you’re new to the space! Welcome ☺️

I’ll request a Gavi fic where he is a secret admirer to Y/N who is an influencer online. One day in the locker rooms the boys find Gavi looking through her TikTok’s or instagram page & he immediately shuts his phone off not wanting any of them to know his little crush (or have any of the guys know who she is bc he wants to keep her all to himself and gatekeep her bc he knows how the guys are) but they see enough to know who she is!

The guys realize how serious he is about his crush on her so they always tease him about her. One day when the team is training Y/N goes live and the guys immediately log into their fake accounts and start commenting on the live asking “what do you think about Pablo Gavi” “do you like FC Barcelona” and questions like that. Gavi goes livid lmao and Y/N reads and answers the comments since there’s so many comments flooding in her comment section bc of the whole team commenting.

Thank you 🩷🩷

My fanboy

Summary: Pablo’s teammates find out about his crush and can’t stop teasing the poor boy.

Note: Thank you so much for welcoming me and thank you so much for your great request. I absolutely loved your idea! Hope you guys like it! 🫶

Reader x Pablo Gavi

Genre: fluff

Pablo was visiting his parents in Sevilla since he had a break from football. He was in the living room watching whatever was displayed on the tv. His sister was sitting next to him watching something on her phone. Pablo was kinda invested in whatever was playing on the tv but he couldn’t concentrate since the volume of his sister’s phone was way too loud.

“Aurora can you lower the volume I’m trying to watch something” He groans at his sister. He frowned when she didn’t reply too invested in her phone. “Aurora?” He tried at least two more times but still no reply from her.

Annoyed he took the phone out of her hand. “Pablo what the hell? Devuélveme mi teléfono!” (Give me my phone). Still with her phone in his hand Pablo moved away so she couldn’t grab it. “I have been calling you for the past 5 minutes to lower your volume but you were too invested in whatever you’re watching on your phone” Aurora smiles sheepishly. “Ow my bad I didn’t hear you, but give me my phone back I will lower the volume estúpido.”

Pablo gave Aurora her phone back but can’t help but ask what had gotten her attention so bad that she isolated herself from the real world. “What were you even watching that was so interesting that you didn’t even acknowledge me calling you?”

“I’m watching y/n’s live” “Who?” Pablo asks. “Y/n, she’s a famous influencer living in Barcelona I absolutely love her. She shares makeup tips, fashion tips and she’s just so down to earth. I absolutely adore her!” Aurora scoots a bit closer to her brother showing him what she was watching earlier.

“Look this is her isn’t she gorgeous?” Pablo looked over to his sister’s phone, his eyes widening. He would have sworn that he had never seen such a beautiful girl. He was mesmerized by her gorgeous smile. “She’s very beautiful indeed.” Pablo mumbled quietly. “What was that Pablo?” his sister asked, not catching his words due to his low volume. “Nothing” Pablo added fast. His sister shrugged not really interested in what he said since she wanted to carry on and watch the live.

Pablo looked at his sister’s phone one more time and immediately took his phone to search for you on Instagram. He started scrolling through your posts, and boom just like that he became obsessed with you and your content.

That was several months ago, his little crush grew day by day. He's so invested by everything you do and post on your socials. I guess you can call him a fanboy by now. He would comment on all your posts leaving sweet messages and compliments, he would watch all your video’s and live's obviously with his fake account. Even though Pablo is pretty famous he was too scared to shoot his shot with you so he thought it was better for him to crush on you from a distance.

Currently Pablo was sitting in the locker room, noticing that he still had 10 minutes left until his training started. So he took the time to check your socials to see if you had posted anything. Pablo was too busy scrolling through your posts that he hadn’t heard some of his teammates enter the locker room. His peace was quickly disturbed by Pedri grabbing his phone out of his hands.

Just now Pablo noticed that some of his teammates had entered the locker room. “Pablo we have been calling you for 10 minutes.” Ferran exclaimed. “What were you even doing on your phone that you didn’t even acknowledge us?” Fermìn added. Before Pablo could even come up with an excuse Pedri started talking.

“I know exactly why he wasn’t paying attention, it looks like our little Pablo has a crush” Pedri smirks and turns Pablo’s phone to the rest of the boys so they could see what Pedri meant. “Isn’t that the influencer y/n or something like that?” Balde says. “She’s very fit and beautiful my sister adores her.” Was heard from Ferran. “Well she’s certainly very beautiful but it’s clear that Pablo has a crush on her.” Pedri smirks earning laughs from the rest of the boys.

Pablo took his phone out of Pedri’s hands and started denying everything since he didn’t want to tell his teammates and since he wanted you all to himself hence that’s why he didn’t like how the boys were talking about you earlier.

“That’s no one, I don’t even know anyone with the name y/n” Pablo says with flushed red cheeks. The rest of the boys started laughing hysterically. “Pablo do you seriously think we would believe that, you were literally blushing like a little girl when we mentioned her” was heard from the younger one Lamine.

“Nah for real hermano you can’t fool us! Have you tried shooting your shot perhaps?” João added with a teasingly tone. Pablo didn’t know what to say and didn’t want to answer but as if his prayers were heard Xavi came into the locker room calling everyone over for training. Pablo let out a big sigh knowing that he had a long day of training a head with lots of teasing from his teammates.

The boys didn’t stop teasing Pablo, they took every opportunity to embarrass him with his little crush. If Pablo didn’t do well or missed a shot his teammates would say stuff like: “If y/n saw how you missed that goal she would block you on all her socials.” Or “He wouldn’t miss this if y/n was here.” Or “Pablo you need to train well for the next match because maybe y/n will be there”.

The teasing went on and on the entire training long. At the end all the teammates picked up on what was happening and also started teasing Gavi. It was safe to say that Pablo would never be left alone. During the break Pablo and some of his teammates went to the locker room to cool down for a bit. Pablo’s phone was on the bench next to him when his phone suddenly lit up.

Before he could grab his phone Fermìn who was sitting next to Gavi took his phone and shouted for the rest of the boys to hear “Oehhh would you look at that Pablo’s crush is live on instagram.” Pablo groaned to himself forgetting that he had his post notifications on for you. “Should we go into her live and ask her a bit about our little Pablito?” Ferran said which the rest of the boys agreed to.

Pablo knew that he couldn’t tell them off because they wouldn’t listen to him anyway. In the meantime all the guys went on their fake accounts to comment on your live. Pablo saw all of them on their phones and he would be lying if he said that he wasn’t shitting it right now. He watches you on his phone reading the comments. “Do you know Gavi?.” You read out loud. Pablo froze not knowing what to do or think. “I do know him he plays for FC Barcelona right?” “Oi Pablo see she knows you exist.” Was heard from Balde.

Pablo rolled his eyes at him but couldn’t hide his excitement knowing that you knew who he was. “Do you find Gavi handsome? Would you go out with Gavi? Would you date Gavi? Alright guys I don’t know what’s going on or what the hype suddenly is about commenting about Gavi but let’s just keep it with the main topic of this live which was: what is the best makeup primer.” Was heard from your live. Pablo looked at his teammates annoyed.

“See now you guys have scared her away.” “No Pablo we’ve only helped you now you know that she knows you.” The rest of the guys agreed to Pedri’s words. Rolling his eyes Pablo left to the field again.

After training it was time to go home but obviously not peacefully for Pablo with all the teasing. Pablo was getting dropped off by Pedri since his car was at the garage getting fixed. He was sat in his former designated seat next to Pedri. Pablo knew that Pedri was going to say something about his crush. And boy he was right.

“So hermano it seems like you like that girl a lot.” Pedri says with a teasing smile on his face. Gavi sighs “To be honest I don’t think it’s a crush anymore.” Pedri smile drops realising that Pablo’s feelings are actually more serious than a small crush, now he was starting to feel bad for all the teasing. “What do you mean by that hermano?” Pedri asks even though he knew exactly what Gavi meant. “You know exactly what I mean cabrón.” “It started of with a small crush but afterwards I started realising that it was more and I know it’s weird since I’ve never spoke to her and don’t even know her properly other than her social media personality.”

Pedri looked at him with wide eyes not expecting his best friend to be so serious about it. “Have you tried messaging her, I mean there is no way that she doesn’t know you.” Pedri exclaims. Pablo sighs “I haven’t, I’m too scared to do since I’m not made for rejection.” Pablo laughs. Pedri looks at him knowing that Pablo doesn’t want to continue this conversation so he changes the subject but promised himself to take matters in his own hands.

The next day Pablo was sitting in the locker room getting ready, he was pretty early so not everyone was around. Only Pedri, Ferran, Fermìn, Balde, Lamine, Frenkie and João were present. The same boys that were the first ones to tease Pablo about his crush. Pedri had told the rest of the boys about the conversation he had with Pablo and the boys felt bad for teasing him so bad yesterday so they wanted to help Pablo shooting his shot.

On the other hand, Pablo was actually kind of confused since the guys hadn't teased him or said anything about his crush on you. But those thoughts were interrupted by Ferran. “Yo Pablo hermano can I use your phone real quick mine needs to charge I just have to search something up.” Pablo didn’t think much of it and gave him his phone. Ferran took his phone and started typing.

Pablo grew suspicious after the rest of the guys joined Ferran and started whispering stuff to each other. “Alright you guys what is this all about and why are you being so suspicious.” The guys quickly shut their mouths and Ferran gave Gavi his phone back with a light smirk. “Hermano don’t be mad but we couldn’t stand seeing you like that.” Pedri says with a smile. Gavi looked at him in confusion but that was quickly replaced by fear.

He knew exactly what these guys were up to. Pablo opened his instagram and went straight to his dm’s, and boy he was right they did exactly what he thought they would do. But before Pablo could even get mad at them the guys ran away to the field. Pablo was left sighing to himself, what was he supposed to do now? He couldn’t just delete the message because then he would be called a coward by everyone. So he left it, hoping for a reply from you.

Y/N'S POV

I was currently setting up everything that I needed to film a new GRWM and Q&A video since my fans asked for it. I love my job, I was so greatfull for everything that I achieved and all the support I’ve got. Sometimes I still can’t believe that I’ve gotten so big on social media but regardless I’m so proud of myself. While I was doing my makeup and looking through the questions I’ve found a comment asking me if I preferred Pedri or Bellingham.

I wanted to answer by saying none of them I would rather pick Gavi since I’ve always found him attractive and had a crush on him. But I decided not to use that in the video since I didn’t want to embarrass myself or cause any controversy. After I was done filming the video I immediately started editing the video since it’s a lot of work and since I’ve wanted to upload the video later tonight.

It’s been 5 hours and I’m finally done editing. I always forget how much time it takes to edit. Walking out of my office and grabbing my phone I walked to the kitchen to get something to drink. While I was pouring my drink I noticed that I hadn’t checked my phone yet so I wasn't really surprised to see some new messages since I wasn’t on my phone for a good 5 hours. Scrolling through my notifications there was one message that caught my eye. “No way this can’t be.” I looked at the name with wide eyes. It was Pablo fucking Gavi that had sent me a message. Not wasting anytime I replied to him.

BACK TO GAVI

Pablo was back home now, he totally forgot about the stunt the guys pulled on him earlier. He was planning on having a chill night, doing nothing and just relaxing in his sofa. His peace was quickly disturbed by his phone making noise notifying him that someone sent him a message. Not thinking much of it he grabbed his phone but he nearly dropped it seeing that you had replied to him. He couldn’t believe his eyes. The y/n had replied to his text. Pablo was over the moon by this but he quickly composed himself and replied to your text.

Y/N’S POV

Ever since Pablo reached out to me we had been texting and FaceTiming non stop. We have so much in common it’s actually crazy. Whenever I talk to him it feels like we’ve known each other for a very long time but in reality it has only been 4 months. Now I’m getting ready to go on a date with Pablo. I’m very excited but also nervous it’s been a while since we’ve gone out mainly because of our busy schedules but we’ve both made time for each other and I couldn’t be happier. Adding some finishing touches to my makeup and clothes I get up to grab my purse and head downstairs. I check my phone noticing that Pablo had sent me a message.

Walking to his car I see Pablo patiently waiting for me. He looks so handsome. I quickly shake those thoughts out of my head and enter his car. “Hola Pablo!” “Hola mi estrella!” Mi estrella a nickname he gave me because in his eyes I’m the star of social media. That nickname never failed to make me blush. “Te ves hermosa esta noche” (You look beautiful tonight) I swear if I was standing I would’ve folded right there, but I composed my self. “Thank you Pablo, you look very handsome as well!” I could see a little blush forming on his cheeks. He cleared his throat trying to sound as normal as possible. “Are you ready to go mi estrella?” “Yes let’s go!”

We’ve arrived at this beautiful restaurant, we were sitting in a hidden corner so no one could notice us and so we could have some peace and quiet. The date was amazing, we’ve talked for hours, shared some dumb jokes and we talked about what we've been doing for the past few weeks as if we hadn't talked about it every day on FaceTime. But regardless it was amazing and I had a great time.

After we finished our food we decided to go for a little walk since the weather was perfect for a walk. Pablo showed me some nice places since he knew Barcelona better then me. And that’s how we ended up in this nice park sitting on a bench near the water enjoying each other’s company. I’ve never really realised until the last few weeks that I’ve actually fallen in love with Pablo but I was too shy to tell him about it so I just kept it to myself.

It was quiet until Pablo started speaking. “You know, I’ve been following you for a long time even before we started texting.” I looked at him in shock I didn’t expect him to know me way before we started talking. “You did? How come you never told me?” He stared at me for a few seconds before talking again.

“I mean I didn’t want to scare you away since it sounded kinda weird.” I looked at him confused. “What do you mean weird? There is nothing wrong with that, I mean I’ve been following you way before we started talking as well.” Now it was Pablo’s turn to look at me in shock. “You did? Wow, I didn't know. If I had known that before, I wouldn't have been a coward and would have sent you a message myself. I looked at him confused.

“Pablo what do you mean by that?” Pablo looked at me with wide eyes forgetting that he didn’t tell you about the actual story of how he messaged you. “Well you see like I mentioned earlier I knew you way before I sent you a DM, the reason was because I had a crush on you and I was basically one of your fanboy’s.” He admitted shyly.

I could see him turning red I couldn’t help but laugh at him, not believing that he actually had a crush on me. “That’s very cute Pablo but that still doesn’t explain what you meant earlier, something along the lines of being too coward to text me.” He looked at me before explaining further. “Well my teammates got to know about my crush and wouldn’t stop teasing me about it.

One day they asked me if I had tried shooting my shot with you but I told them I didn’t because I was scared of rejection. So they took matters in their own hands and tricked me by asking me if they could borrow my phone and without me knowing they had sent you the DM.” I looked at him with wide eyes not expecting all this.

“Before you say anything I just wanted to tell you that I’m very grateful for that.” My heart started beating faster when he suddenly took my hands in his much larger ones. “Because if it wasn’t for them I wouldn’t have met such an amazing person like you. Y/n I mean it when I say that I’ve never felt something like this to any other girl. You’re kind, beautiful and on top of that very talented. In the past I was a coward and I’ve learned to not be one anymore so I just wanted to let you know that I’ve fallen in love with your beautiful personality, your gorgeous smile and just you in general. Y/n you don’t have to say anything if you don’t feel the same way but I just wanted to get it off my chest.”

I looked at Pablo with big glinstering eyes, I couldn’t believe this. The guy I’ve fell for has feelings for me? Without any thoughts I did the first thing I could think of. I grabbed his face in both my hands and smashed my lips on his.

This kiss was amazing, it felt as if we were the only people in the world and nothing else mattered. The kiss was slow, gentle and most importantly full of love. This moment simply felt magical. We pulled away both catching our breaths when Pablo looked at me and started talking again.

“So does this mean you will be mine from now on?” I smiled at him looking into his beautiful eyes. “I would love to be yours my fanboy.” Who would’ve imagined that the teasing of Pablo's teammates would bring us together.

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pablogavi Mi estrella hermosa 😍

pedri Where's our thank you for getting you both together? 🤨

ferrantorres Who would've thought that teasing our pablito would lead to this? 😜

_ferminlopez Mi hermano lo hizo! 💪

gavilover_6 Can't believe Pablo is dating THE y/n 😮‍💨

y/nbiggestlove Gavi stole my girl 😪

culerxgavixpablito If you look closely at the second picture you can see me crying in the background 🥲

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Could you write something with tom where reader is on her period and she's incredibly annoyed by anything, and tom thinks it's the funniest thing ever because you look adorable when you are mad and he can't take you seriously?

im so sorry bestie i have such a hard time writing tom and IDK WHY

Does Tom have to listen to his phone at full volume? 

You assume he has no special awareness, you were able to let him slide by while playing on his phone during the movie, you’ve seen it a hundred times and you’d rather have him next to you doing his own thing than in another room or out with his friends. However, playing videos at max volume was not okay, you couldn’t believe you had to point out that the movie playing should be louder than a cellphone. 

A stab is hit in your uterus, everything hurts and your boyfriend has no concept of shutting the fuck up. 

“Oh, I’m sorry, babe. Is the movie too loud? Do you want me to turn it down so we can watch soccer highlights?” 

Tom looks up from his phone, his cheeks lit with the phone screen, he blinks. “Huh? No, the movie is fine, baby.” 

You huff, “I’m so glad you think so, I can’t even hear it.” 

Tom just clicks the volume on his phone down by three, a smirk settling at your aggression. 

—--------------------------

You stomp through the house to find the culprit, he’s just around the corner. 

You make eye contact, he looks scared, good. 

“How dare you!” Your finger is pointed right at Tom, his hands held up in a surrender. 

“How dare you! You know how much I was looking forward to a hot shower and you used up all the hot water!” 

You’re pissed and rightfully so. You’d been preparing for a long steamy shower to help alleviate cramps but he slid in right before you and took all the hot water you planned to steal. 

Tom however, finds your furrowed brow and pathetic stomp adorable. 

“I’m sorry, baby. Give it ten minutes, I bet it’ll be back to steamy.” 

You pout, he wants to kiss it off your face. 

“But I wanted one now!” 

Tom gives a sympathetic frown, “how’s it feel to want?” 

He leans away laughing when you try and swat at his arms.

—---------------------------------------

Tom has to be doing this on purpose. 

He gets a kick out of it, he has to, there’s no other explanation. 

Tom is quite literally, crunching chips and smacking his lips as loud as humanly possible. It’s hard to miss, he’s less than six inches away from you in bed. You rub at your temples, “honey, do you have to chew so obnoxiously?” 

“Oh, was I? I’m sorry.”��

It was quick, almost admissible to the human eye. 

Just a tease of a smirk, he knows what he’s doing. 

“You like this, don’t you? Getting a rise out of me?” 

“Now why would you say that?” 

You glare at him, “it took me a minute, but it makes sense. You like seeing me mad.” 

Tom shrugs, “it’s cute. You get this little wrinkle in the middle of your eyebrows and you pinch your nose like a bunny.” 

“Oh, so while I’m bleeding out you’re making my time worse?” 

Tom holds up a finger to correct you, “I’m making my time dealing with you better.” 

This time he can’t dodge the hand that slaps his arm. 

[sohychocochips]

favorite fan — a triple s sohyun fanfic

image cr: pinterest

synopsis: you've always been a wav, since you can remeber and you've always had a huge crush on your bias, park sohyun, since you can remember

warning: im still a baby wav! so i don't know much about triple s and etc, still learning. but i saw there is only one fic abt sohyun here so i had to step up ♡♡ also, english is not my first language !!!! pls correct me if i type anything wrong !!!! thank youu ♡♡♡

dinamics: triple s idol sohyun x cute fan f!reader

info: so so much fluff and cute interactions + a little suggestive

start reading here:

you think you've never been that cheerful in your life, you're a fan of triple s since their debut and now you're gonna watch their first ever tour! isn't that cool? you lost a bit of your enthusiasm while waiting on the line tho, but you were happy your favorite group had so many fans supporting them. the stadium is full of people and you make sure that you ran enough to get a place close enough to see sohyun live well. you don't say it out loud, you think people are gonna find weird, even your friends, but you are romanticaly obsessed with sohyun. c'mon, who isn't !? but you're not obsessed in a weird way, you just love her so much and wants her to be so happy even if it's not if you. cause she would never choose a silly 18 years old to date, right? you didn't even know if she likes girls and you don't like assuming people's sexualities. while you distract yourself thinking how gorgeous she will be live, the concert starts. the intro was awesome! all 24 girls sing incredibly well live, and dance and rap well and of course are sooooo pretty. you can't take your eyes of sohyun, as always, and you didn't notice, but she noticed you, the only fan that was not recording. you know you're gonna miss the videos later but you want to enjoy the view without caring about camera angles. as you scream for her, she thinks you're just so cute. she also thinks you have such a beautiful smile and pretty makeup with a lot of blush, that makes you even cuter. she loved to know that you exist. the entire concert was amazing, and of course you used all your family's money to go on every single one of the concerts that tour, you're not rich, but your grandparents are, and sometimes the right thing is just taking advantage of that! ypu had so much fun in each one of them, even if they all had the same tracklist. and, can't skip that little fact: in the middle of the tour sohyun started interacting with you, she was always near you and talking to you and even asked for your phone to record a little, you were just soooo happy, the happiest you ever been. months have gone by and you still re watch that video everyday, especially today! after many tries and albums you got it, you're going to a fansign of the queens. it's just so fun talking to them, you just finished your 2 minutes with kotone and xinyu, almost the last members, but the last one was actually sohyun, you move to her space very nervous, you gulp.

"hello" she says, not looking at you yet. "wait, it's you! what's your name, darling?"

"hm, hello. it's y-y/n"

"eyyy, you were not that nervous with other members" she jokes and smiles. oh, that smile, you were hypnotized by it.

she gets your album, signs and draws or writes something else, whathever, her looks and sweetness with you are more important now.

"so, y/n, tell me a lil more about you" she asks flirty while taking your hands and massaging them. you look at her hands in yours and think you need to be brave, you only have this chance to talk to her and cause a good impression

"im 18 years old, i like to dye my hair, also bows and bunnies and cute things in gerenal and of course i love triple s" you're a little awkward, but you hear her saying "cute" in a low volume and laughing.

"it'll be little bunny then" she smirks

"hm?" you're lost in confusion

"you're nickname! think of one for me too!" why is she so flirty with you? you try to forget that, you're probably being too delulu. she must be like that with everybody

"your time is over" the staff says, being a little too harsh with you for sohyun's taste

while leaving, you can hear her saying "don't talk like that to her, she's such a good girl" and that made you so happy you almost screamed, but had to hold it in.

when you got home you remembered the sign, you were there for it! when you open your album on sohyun's page you have a surprise, a little text and a phone number. it says "love, you really like me, right? please send me a text soon! i'll be waiting, i trust in you, i'm sure you'll never share my number with anyone xx xxxx-xxxx"

you won't lie, you cry a little, keep looking at the paper thinking "how the fuck is that real?" and suddently "what if it's not real!?" then you remembered, she was waiting for you. you pick your phone on the maximum speed you can and type sohyun's number. add to contacts, talk to.

"hello!" you say

"hi! who is it?" she says

"it's y/n 🥺🥺 is this the right number 🥺🥺" you felt a little awkward

"little bunnyy" ok, it must be her

"you though on a nickname for me?"

"i like to call you sohy unnie"

"cute ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ"

"as expected from my little bunny"

hers? hers little bunny? you've never been hapier, laying on your bed, kicking your feet, because THE PARK SOHYUN called you her little bunny. you want to be hers so bad.

"yah, don't stop talking to me" she's a little possessive too?? oh my god! when will you two marry?

"im here, don't worry" you never know what to say around her, you get your favorite juice to make everything the most confortable the possible

"i can't be mad at you! cutie!"

"do you happen to want to go on a date with me?" you spill your juice.

PART 2 SOON ! THANKS FOR READING TILL THE END LOVE YOUU ♡♡

[barbiecrocs]

Hard to hate.

Eddie Munson

tags! enemies to lovers, no piv, no spoilers for s4, oral (female receiving), fingering, teasing, pet names (princess), name calling (dingus), hair pulling, cumming in pants, underage drinking

I think that's it. Lemme know if I missed something.

WC.5433

Barbies note...So I mention the Cityman Nokia but that came out in 87 so the story is set really early 87 and they are abt the graduate. Ik the time line doesnt make sense, but dont worry abt it😝. Anyway, enjoyyyy

You loved your friends, and it's been a while since you've last hung out, but what you wouldn't give right now to be home alone with a bag of hot fries and some horror flicks. Yeah, sure you said, "Steeeeeeeevie, we should kick it at your house tonight." Making finger guns at him while everyone piggybacks off of that thought. Robin butting in, "Fast times?" She nods with two thumbs ups directed at an unamused Steve.

 "Ugh, again?" Nancy complains, rightfully so. 

"What, it's a good movie." Robin gestures to you as back up, but you put your hands up in defense, not wanting to pick sides. It was a good movie though, but at the same time, it was worn out.

"No, that movie is so run through by all of us. How many times have we rented it from Family Video now? For heaven's sake, I'd rather watch a horror movie at this point!"

"Wow, Nancy. Daredevil, you. Maybe we a porno instead or something. Eddie wouldn't mind, nor would Steve." She teases. 

And that's where you exit the convo. At the name drop of Eddie. Your eyes flicker around the video store, eye catching titles such as Nightmare on Elms Street, Sixteen Candles, and Fame pop out at you before you catch Steve mouthing a Fuck you while giving you the jack-in-the-box middle finger. Cranking and cranking until it pops out. You give him a playful smirk and an eyeroll, typing in the 'F•r•i•e•n•d•s' group chat that's name was always being changed to some joke like 'Brad's bud-lings' or Linda's Bralette. All Fast Times references made by Robin, each one deserving an eyeroll. "HANG OUT AT STEVE'S TONIGHT!!" you relay. Even though the only person you'd be informing is Eddie and maybe Chrissy if she reads the group chat. Only popping in to say hi every few weeks. 'What could possibly be keeping her so busy?' The question always circles your mind before being brushed off. 

Steve's phone pings, looking down at it in hopes that it doesn't say what he thinks it says. Nope, it says exactly what he didn't want it to say. He glares at you, gently bumping shoulders with you when he walks over, inching his way down to your ear. "I hope you know that you're driving them." He taps your shoulder for fake comfort, not understanding the big problem.

—

 The feeling of a headache coming on from the noisy car says it all. You should've taken the warning when Steve dished it, too bad you didn't know. Nancy and Eddie talk loudly in the backseat, trying to hear each other over Madonna's 'Material Girl' that Robin put into your car's DVD player. 

 'A couple more blocks. Just a couple more blocks and I can just chill at Steve's house and watch movies or whatever he has planned this time. Maybe we'll watch Fast Times again, it never gets old. Or something new like Pretty in Pink, yea that came out recently.' The thought relaxes you before Robin brings back all the stress, placing a lukewarm beer on your skater denim thighs. Your favorite low-rise jeans. They were a dark wash color, a perfect fit and were tattered with embroidered stars with a little distress.

 "Care for a beer?" She asks, a tad too loud for your close proximity, "Oh my god Robin, for the last time, NO.  And you reek of beer, get back." She rolls her eyes at your order, "Ugh rude! Don't be such a bummer, just take the beer. See? Here, I'll help you since your hands are full." She drunkenly puts the unopened beer can to your lips, tipping it up and down. "Huh, nothing's coming out, strange-", you grab both of her wrists with one hand and turn down the volume, "Robin! For heaven's sake please put it down, you're blocking my vision. Gosh, who the hell let her sit in the front! Guys mind giving me a hand? Geez!" You continuously swat Robin's hands away while trying to keep a steady steering hand. "Princess, you let her sit in the front. Remember? So, you did that to yourself." 

"Okay well, I wasn't expecting much help from you anyway. And stop calling me princess, dingus." 

"Stop calling me dingus, princess." He retorts with a chuckle in his voice. That motherfucker, he probably gets off on stressing and teasing you.

 Nancy grabs onto the back of your seat, pulling herself towards you, "Nuh uh, no, not today. Both of you shut up. You're acting like children. Why do you hate each other so much anyway?" You both shut up, waiting for the other to give a response.

 You didn't answer because you didn't actually hate Eddie. You only acted like this because he hated you first. Well, you interpreted it as hate. He would just straight up ignore you. You used to have a crush on him, giggling like a little schoolgirl when he'd pass you in the halls. You thought that maybe he was just dense, but then your best friend Chrissy exposed your little crush to him. Yet, he still did nothing about it. 

 None of that mattered your junior year though. You decided to put yourself out there like Chrissy did. You were social, prettier, and had the school's hotshot, Jason Carver on your arm. He wasn't your type, but everyone kissed the ground you walked on so why complain? Why complain about the times he would chew with his mouth open? Why complain about the times he'd brag about how your tits bounced when he fucked you? Totally leaving out the part where he only lasted 30 seconds of the "pounding" he gave you. You'd always rant about it to Chrissy, both of you rolling your eyes and snickering when he'd talk about it.

 Through Chrissy, you met Steve, Nancy, and Robin, all your best friends to this day. Y'all would go out for milkshakes, watch movies, go to the mall and have a blast. Things were settling down nicely for your senior year. 

 But then, Eddie wormed his way back into your life through your shared friends and classes. Suddenly, ignoring and hating him was starting to get exhausting. How could you hate someone with good music taste? You'd act disgusted when his trashy drug den of a van pulled into the school's student parking lot or Steve's driveway. Then you'd notice Metallica's 'battery' pouring out the speakers of his car and can't help but bob your head.

 Then there was his sweet and smile. His smile was angelic. All the leather studded jackets and band patches in the word couldn't dim the brightness that is his smile. It was a little crooked, but his lips were perfect.

 And his hair– God, his hair. How much you longed to curl your fingers in his soft frizzy locs. Run your fingers through and grip it at the scalp while he devours you like a starved man– No. You are past that phase and over him. But as you'd like to think, none of that mattered anymore. You broke up with Jason, still had your friends, and still didn't like Eddie. If only you knew that Eddie never actually hated you either.

–

You swallow hard at the question that sits tensely in the air between you two. He notices your silence on the topic, a smug grin easing its way to his face, "Cat got your tongue?" You can hear the teasing sarcasm in his voice, practically oozing out his mouth. "Oh yeah? Why don't you answer it? You have a mind and mouth of your own." Glares exchange through the rear view mirror before you break away.

 "Nancy, please." You plea, not waiting for Eddie's clapback. Nancy sighs, not wanting to hear you both argue like kids anymore. "Okay. Come on Robin, you've had enough time in the front seat." She skillfully maneuvers Robin out the front seat and buckles her into the back with them, all in the blink of an eye. "Thank you." You give her a sickly sweet smile and shoot Eddie a nasty look. A couple more turns and you arrive at Steve's house.

 "We're here, kids. Get the hell out of my car." You joke. "Let me remind you to never have kids." Eddie chuckles. You try your hardest to seem indifferent from that and the banter you had with him in the car, but your demeanor still slips from under your hands. "Right, says the druggie and seller. Plus, I don't think your house is in living condition for kids or anyone ever." You slam your car door, locking it and marching up to Steve's door with a tired look plastered on your face. 

"Hah, she called you a druggie. Me personally, Eddie. I wouldn't take that." Robin laughs, leaning on Nancy's shoulder as she pulls her out the backseat. Eddie punches her arm, "Yeah whatever. And you know damn well that you'd take that." 

"Yeah, I would." She bites her lip in thought.

You bang on Steve's door again, pulling out your phone to call him since he still hasn't answered the door. You guys have been standing out on the porch for what, 5 minutes? "Knock again, maybe you didn't do it hard enough." Nancy suggests. You knock again, putting your ear to the door. "Oh wow, look at Sherlock over here." He taunts and you flip him off. "Shut up. There's music blasting through the door. No wonder he can't hear us." "Okay well, can you make him hear us, because Robin's really heavy." Nancy readjusts Robin on her shoulder while you dial Steve's number on your Cityman Nokia. "Well, aren't you updated with the times?" Eddie glares at your phone. It had just dropped at the beginning of the year. Within seconds of it ringing the door flies open with a casually dressed Steve leaning against the doorway and a turkey sandwich in his hand.

 He takes a bite, "So how was the drive?" A genuine question that you can't help but lean into his chest, head first. "Haha, very funny. You knew damn well what you were doing when you said I was driving." You put more of your weight onto him and he pats the top of your head for comfort. "Oh haha. Lemme guess, Robin road in the front?" You nod, "Damn, drunk?" You nod again as he looks up from the top of your head to Robin. "Damn, want a sandwich?" You nod once more. "Can we please hurry this interaction up or give me a hand." Nancy gestures to Robin. Steve finishes his sandwich and shuffles you inside.

——

"Mhm! Oh my god, Steveeeee." You moan, dancing in your seat. "This is so good!" Eddie rolls his eyes at your chipperness. The entirety of bacon, lettuce, tomato, avocado, and turkey all toasted on one sandwich. Steve laughs, enjoying your enjoyment. "Glad you like it. I usually have mine with chips, but I ate the last bag yesterday."

 "That's fine. Got any pop?" You bounce happily in your chair before your mood is abruptly ruined by Eddie interjecting from the other side of the island. "I'm sorry, what? Pop? You mean soda? Hell, I'd even take soda pop or fizzy pop, but just pop?" You stop dancing to give emphasis to you not liking his tone or the fact that he was talking to you in general. "Yes, just pop. Steve knows what I'm talking about anyway. Isn't that right?" You put a hand out waiting for said drink to be put in your hand. The refrigerator opens and closes and the cold drink is placed into your palm then you shove it in his face. It was Coca-cola. Eddie sighs, fingers rubbing the space between his eyes, not bothering to continue the argument. "Dingus." You say under your breath, cracking open the can. 

"So, what do you guys want to do?" Steve pauses, rounding the counter and plopping down on the floor across from Nancy and Robin. "Because I don't have a movie planned."

 A sharp gasp comes from Robin. "No Fast Times?"

"No? That movie is worn out anyway. Maybe another day though." He says, getting up to look at his movie catalog before Nancy excitedly jumps up. "YES! THAT'S WHAT I'M SAYING. IT'S SO WORN OUT." She says, earning a silent laugh from you. You catch Eddie glaring at you once more. "Why can't you ever take your eyes off of me? I always catch you staring." You say, finishing your sandwich. "Because, I'm just so in love. Your beauty is captivating, my love." He says, almost making it sound genuine, but the hint of sarcasm gives it away. "Oh, watch out. You almost made me fall for it." You finish your sandwich and join the others in the living room.

"How about marry, kiss, kill?" You suggest, taking a memory foam pillow from the sofa and sitting down at the coffee table. Robin suddenly takes interest in the convo ever since getting shut down for the movie. "Ooooh, good one. How about we add fuck, too. Just to spice it up." 

 Eddie joins the rest of you in the living room, plopping down on the sofa between Nancy and Robin as she starts the game. "Hmm. Nancy, you first. Jason, Fred, Chance, and Steve." Her face scrunches up with every name drop, the look of disgust written all over it. "Fred?! You just had to put that one in there." She pauses, shooting Robin a devastated look as you snicker. Oh the betrayal. Robin rolls her eyes, finally starting to come back to herself after all the cups of cold water Nancy shoved down her throat. "Oh come on, spit it out." 

"Alright, fine. This is speaking as if me and Jonathan aren't together, okay? Marry Steve. Kill Jason. Kiss Fred. Fuck Chance." The group's eyes go wide with surprise. "Have you always thought about killing my ex?" You tease, looking offended, but you really weren't. Hell, you'd help with the murder. "Yes! Oh my god he's such a dickhead. I talked to him for the newspaper and he was sunshine and smiles during it, then turned around and tried to tell me how to do my job after. Saying stuff like," She pauses, clearing her voice to mimic his dopey voice. "Oh, don't forget to add the part where I'm captain of the basketball team and how many shots I scored in the last game." Mind you, the question I asked him was, "How do you feel about the bullying incidents and what would you do to prevent it?" Since he's supposed to be one of the school leaders. Ugh, he just gets on my nerves. I'm so glad you dumped his ass because I cannot stand by and let one of my friends date a literal piece of shit on the floor." Her manic rant stops as she places her hands back on her lap, not realizing she was using them to talk in the first place. 

 "So…Um, fuck chance huh?" Steve says, picking the conversation back up. "Yeah. I've talked to him a couple of times for the newspaper club and he's really nice. Plus he's got nice hair and facial structure." She waits for responses, but everyone just looks around in agreement. "Okay, Y/n." From the way she says your name, you know she's about to fuck you up with this one. "Gareth, Eddie, Andy, and Patrick." "Ugh. Two people each from the 'freak' and 'dickhead squad.'" You ignore the glare from Eddie and put your elbow on the coffee table in front of you, leaning into your hand in thought. "Okay, I think I got it. Marry Gareth. Kiss Andy. Fuck Patrick. Kill Eddie." You close your eyes and list all of them on one hand, some laughs, some eye rolls, specifically one from Eddie. "You'd fuck Patrick but Kill me?" "Yeah, I was shocked. Eddie is very fuckable." Steve says while Robin agrees, getting a sideways look from Nancy. "Not fuckable by me of course. I just meant that as a compliment if I was straight. You know?" She clarifies. "He's got a cute face, nice hair, and he's the perfect height. I wouldn't mind being married to that cutie pie. I feel bad though because he's probably so innocent, he looks it too. I'd ruin him with our relationship." You laugh. "Oh well. It's not like I wouldn't love doing that anyway." "Yeah right. As if my princess could ruin anyone." Eddie stares you down from the couch, thighs clenching from his whole demeanor and 'my princess'. "Don't call me that and I'm not yours." You say in a hushed tone. "It's fun to watch you deny that nickname. I know you love it, princess." He inches closer to you.

 "I don't." You inch.

 "Do." He inches.

 "I hate it as much as I hate you." You inch.

 "I also find that hard to believe." He stops inching closer, anymore and you'd be kissing. You totally didn't want that. Robin would've joked around and said 'Kiss already!', but she didn't want the death glare and possible death that would come with it. She could see it now, both of you hovering over her as Eddie chokes her out and you high five him. Her face going blue and vision fading to black before going to the light or who knows maybe she was going to hell. She prayed she wouldn't. But this isn't about her, and that never happened, only in her drunken coming sober thoughts. Where it shall stay.

You both hover over the coffee table as the rest watch. He leaves you speechless, no clapback, not even a huff. Only a broken glare, but your silence says all he needs to know. You slam your hands on the table and walk away, visually startling everyone, but Eddie. He doesn't even flinch. "Don't you walk away from me!" Eddie follows after, his long legs mindlessly stepping over Robin's feet with ease as you two bicker. "Don't tell me what to do! You're not my dad." You storm the hallway, stepping into the closest room, being a guest bedroom. You try to shut the door in his face, but he's right behind you, hot on your heels. He gets a foot in the door as you shut it, luckily for him, his platforms are thick so it didn't do much damage. He flings the door open forcefully, sending you back into a dresser. He slams the door loudly.

"Should we do something?" Steve looks down the hallway from where he is. "Can you see anything?" Robin askes, but he shakes his head. "The door is closed." Nancy rubs her temples, "I feel like we should do something, but I don't wanna be the one to get hurt. Like what if they turn on me because I get in between their 'lovers quarrel'? I don't wanna find out." They both nod their head in agreement. "Yeah, I say we step in if we hear stuff being thrown or like actual violence. Right now we should be on standby." Steve announces as if it was a real plan. In reality, they just didn't want to interfere.

 Eddie cages you between the dresser and himself, so close you could feel his uneven breath on your face. Your bodies glued against each other, his leg separating both of yours, and brushing against your cunt. His hands on the outside of yours, chests almost touching if not the height difference. Both of you stand idly in this position, calming your breathing, taking a moment to assess the situation you've gotten yourselves into. You try to move from under him to clear your head, accidentally rubbing your cunt with the thigh that separates your legs. A moan almost slips, but you bite your lip, hoping he doesn't notice. He does. "Hm? Got something to say princess?" He hunches over you, easing down to your level. "Fuck you!" "You'd like that wouldn't you?" His leg shifts again, feeding your entrance and clit that delicious friction it hasn't had in a while. You let out a muffled curse, "You want my attention so bad." Eddie's face contorts into fake confusion, trying to brush it off. "What?" "You heard me. Always making little quips even when I'm not talking to you. When I am talking to you, you always tease me. It seems like you love talking to me. You can't get enough of it. If you hated me as much as you say, you wouldn't call me princess. It seems like I'm not the only one that enjoys that nickname." You smirk, seeing his composure crack before quickly recovering. "So, you do like that nickname?" Your face turns hot from embarrassment. Oops, you didn't realize you had let that slip out. You got ahead of yourself and your mouth ran faster than your brain. Now it's at the finish line and you're sitting there looking dumb at the start. "I, I don't." You don't even know why you're still lying at this point. You've been found out.

 "We both know that's a lie." His lips find your neck as he lifts you onto the brown hardwood dresser you've been pressed against. He settles his hips between your legs. "Fuuuuuck. Fuck you." You begin to trip on your words, every sentence comes out with a stutter in it. "Just say the word and this can all end." Your train of thought evaporates when he finds that sweet spot on your neck, stamping hickeys that will definitely show with your clothing choices. He notices your silence and starts to pull away, afraid that he overstepped. "Don't! Don't stop, please." Your begging goes straight to his groin and your arms wrap around his neck, ensuring that he won't go anywhere. "Oh? You sound so sweet for me, princess." You give in, not complaining about the nickname and focusing on the growing heat between your legs. It was just a stupid nickname that you might or might not think about in the shower while you imagine his head between your thighs. 

He takes his hand from your hips and slides it under your shirt, groaning when he's found with a bra. "What, can you not get it off by yourself?" You reach a hand behind to help him before he slaps it away. "No, I got it." He skillfully unhooks with one hand, your eyebrows lifting in surprise as he laughs. "I'm not a virgin and a loser. I pick and choose my struggles, okay?" He pulls your shirt above your head to be met with your breast. They sit perfectly on your chest, perfect size, perfect for your body, perfectly soft. He groans lowly while teasing your nipples, your tits fit perfectly into his cold ring-clad fingers. He plays with them like a kid with their first slinky, completely mesmerized, squeezing and squishing them together. His hot mouth encases one of your taunt nipples as you fight the urge to slip your fingers into his hair. "Go ahead. I know you want to." It's almost as if he read your mind. "I know you love the curls, all the girls do." You roll your eyes. "So, grip it if you need to." He smirks up at you through full black eyelashes, trailing his kisses lower to the waist of your jeans, which you didn't know he unbuttoned. His fingers slide against the skin of your hips, looping around your jeans and tugging them down your legs. Leaving the wet area on your panties exposed to him. "Well, would you look at that? You've soaked right through them." His words fluster you, but before you can reply, he's grabbing you by the back of your knees and pulling you closer to the edge, your ass only half way on the dresser now. He drops to his knees, your legs thrown over his shoulders, clutching one by the back of your knee again. He levels with your soaking cunt, giving it an experimental lick, not for you, but for himself. He slides your panties off, letting out a groan from the sight. Your beautiful pussy, glistening because of him. He runs a thick finger up your puffy folds to your clit, rubbing gentle circles as he watches your chest heave from pleasure.

 Eddie continues to mindlessly tease your sensitive clit. Pulling muffled and bitten back moans from you. You hoist yourself up, trying your best to roll your hips farther onto his face, but he holds you down. "Eager now, are we?." He nips around the area you need him the most. Kissing and licking your thighs. "You must want to get your hair pulled, whore." He bites at your thigh harder than before. "Says the one getting her pussy eaten by her "sworn enemy". Isn't that ironic?" "Oh shut up. You haven't even-" Your tongue gets caught in your throat blocking the moan that dares to leave your lips. 

It was supposed to be a petty lick to make you shut up and appreciate what he was giving you, but he couldn't believe how sweet you were. The lust clouding his brain, his dick hard and leaking precum, pressing impossibly hard against his jeans, all factors working together to drive him more crazy. He starts to lap at your pussy, slurping and suckling the juices as you try to pull away from the sudden pleasure, but the grip on your thighs tighten possessively. You glance down at him to see his eyes, pupils blown wide and clouded with lust. He's eating your pussy like a starved man, sloppy and the bottom half of his face soaked with your juices. He's wrapping his lips around your clit, sucking kisses to it when he slips a finger in you. God, your walls are so velvety soft and what he wouldn't give to be in them. His fingers could be in you for hours, past the wrinkling stage.

Loud moans and curses erupt from your throat, hoping your friends in the other room didn't hear. That somehow the loud noises went unheard or they were suddenly deaf. They didn't. They can and did hear everything.

"So… So, I guess they're not fighting anymore." Nancy pauses, picking stubborn threads from the old couch. "Um, yeah… So uh. PIZZA! Yea pizza, y'all wanna go get some pizza? I mean I didn't make either of you a sandwich earlier. You must be hungry." Steve tries to carry the convo while Nancy and Robin nod their heads in agreement. "Yup! Haha, absolutely famished." Robin says, really playing it up. "Yeah! I mean, like when was the last time we ate? Three days ago? Haha!" A heavy silence sits between the three of them, then Steve grabs his keys. "So! Um, let's go get that pizza!" Fake smiles emerge from all of them, trying to act like two of their friends weren't in the next room fucking. "Oh, Shot-"

"No Robin. You're not riding shotgun."

"Aw man."

 The loud shutting of the front door can be heard by you and Eddie, but you didn't care and apparently he didn't either. He begins to give your pussy little kitten licks. Fuck, is he teasing again? What is his problem? You're already dripping and desperate for him. He is enjoying this all too much. 

 You grab him by the hair, eliciting a moan and shove his face in your cunt. "Eat." You demand as Eddie looks up at you through those fucking eyelashes again. His hands resting on your marked up inner thighs. You weren't the only one enjoying the view, though. You thought you looked absolutely crazy right now, chest heaving unevenly, a sheet of sweat coating your body, your shirt sticking to your breast from the sweat and pupils blown out just like Eddie's, but he was loving it. If only he could pause time and save this image forever or had the artistic ability to paint this moment how he sees fit. The image alone could make him cum in his pants. You panting over him, fed up with his teasing and finally putting him in his place. He obeys, using the tip of his nose to rub circles on your clit as his tongue plunges in and out of you. Your head falls back against the mirror behind you.

 Both of your hands pull his hair as you roll onto his face, desperate moans pouring out of your mouth. He continues to moan into your pussy, coaxing you closer to your orgasm with vibrations. Your eyes shut when he slides two fingers in you, not wasting any time on delaying your orgasm. His efforts have your legs shaking in his grip as you gush on his face. He watches intensively, eyes flickering between your fucked out but satisfied face and your spasming pussy. Your precious moans turning into whines of his name as he fingers you into overstimulation. He slips his fingers out and slurps up the rest of your essence. 

 Your eyes open when you feel his lips on yours, tasting a bit of yourself on him. You moan into the kiss, giving his tongue the opportunity to explore your mouth. Your hands move to his chest, pushing him back to slide off the dresser. You push him backwards towards the bed and drop to your knees. Placing one hand on the wet tent in his pants before he grabs it.

 "I want to." You assure him before he says anything.

 "But you don't have to."

 "But I want to."

 "I said you don't have to."

 "I said I want to."

 "Fine! I don't want you to then." You look at him in confusion before he continues.

 "I don't consent. I won't let you." You narrow your eyes at him before dropping the topic. "You're a weird one, Eddie Munson." You start to gather your clothes and head to the bathroom. "Oh, can you change out here?" He says, ushering ahead of you and shutting the door. "Oh, okay?"

Eddie shuts the door behind him, his eyes falling on the situation in his pants. He manically searches the bathroom for a rag he can use to clean the cum out of the inside of his pants, luckily it didn't soak through yet. Yet. He undoes his studded belt and lets his pants fall to the floor, finding a rag and scrubbing the best he can with hand soap. He can be heard huffing and puffing from outside the door, "Hey Eddie. Lemme ask you a question." He nearly jumps out his skin. He thought you already got dressed and left. "Um okay? Shoot."

"How come you hate me so much?"

"Oh princess, I never hated you." He tries to multitask, but fails terribly and almost slips on the bottom of his pants. Luckily, he grabbed onto the sink.

"Oh yeah? Well, you always ignored me. Chrissy told you I had a huge crush and you still didn't make a move or try to talk to me."

 "Oh yeah. That. To me you were such a sweet girl. I thought you were too good for me and you'd leave me in the dust with nothing but my heart to hold." He stops scrubbing, reminiscing about the said times. 

 "You were too good to be true. You were too good for me. You were top of our class and you already had colleges knocking at your door. I didn't have dreams that big. I didn't want to dim your light." He trails off, starting back to scrubbing.

"Why didn't you let me make that decision? I should get to choose who I hang out with." He can hear you stepping closer until you finally lean against the door, back first he assumes. 

"I just wanted the best for you." He takes a dry towel and soaks up as much of the wetness as possible. Almost dry. He fits his pants back on, opening the door slowly to ensure you had enough time to move. 

 Then he feels a fist against his chest. "I hate you, you know." He smiles down at you, "From someone that was rubbing their pussy on my face, I don't believe that." You both walk out the door into the hallway to be met with the smell of pizza and your group of friends plus Chrissy. "Oh hey! I ran into these guys at Domino's." She grabs a slice and holds it out to you two. "Pizza?" 

[blazehedgehog]

You said that you didn't like watching Scorpy for "reasons"... are you able to elaborate on that? I get it if not.

He just went through a phase of being weirdly aggressive about wanting to make loud noises. Like yelling into the mic so loud it creates static, that kind of stuff. Which I've heard from other RTVS people "that's just how Scorpy is" and that's fine, I guess. Let him live his truth. I'm not here to control anyone.

There's a whole generation of people 10 years younger than me that are like him and think "loud noise = funny" and I've never vibed with that. Never ever.

For one, when people do that stuff, it actually causes me pain. For two, if it stops hurting, then that's permanent hearing damage. My mother had hearing damage that as she got older rapidly went from "mild" to "severe" over the course of about ten years, and being with her for that was incredibly difficult for both of us.

She'd put the TV up to 70% because it was the only way she could hear anything, and one time I asked her to turn it down and she practically burst into tears because she knew it was a burden, she worried about it constantly, and she was even afraid the neighbors were going to start complaining. But there was nothing she could do.

In her own words, "What am I supposed to do? Just sit here in silence until I keel over dead?"

That kind of hearing damage compounds on itself. That's why it got so much worse, so fast. You damage your hearing once and now you're creeping up the volume dial just to hear normally, damaging your hearing more, and more, and more, like a multiplier.

Living with her, I bought construction site grade earplugs and wore them to bed every night. And I could still hear the TV from all the way across the apartment.

For three, I've actually had people who had to buy new phones because some kid blasted them with an extremely loud sound in a "funny" Youtube video and it actually blew out their speaker and ruined the phone.

So you're costing me money, you're costing me my health, and you're costing me my well-being.

Y'all are gonna need hearing aids before you're 50. And, for four: hearing aids are not a good fix for hearing damage. My mom actually tried multiple different types of hearing aids in the hopes they would help and she did not like a single one of them. And she's not the only one; I've read posts from at least one other person (with a listening disability, not just hearing damage) who said they went through years, decades even, of trying many many many different hearing aids, and all it did was make them tired of having to deal with it. Ultimately they decided they would rather embrace deafness than having to try yet another hearing aid, because none of them were a comfortable substitute for what normal hearing is like.

So if Scorpy is going to buy another awful Rock Band microphone, and use it to get weird and indignant and "ON THIS STREAM WE JUST MAKE LOUD SOUNDS!!! THAT'S JUST WHO I AM!!!! DEAL WITH IT OR LEAVE GRANDPA!!!!" then, yeah, I don't have to watch. So I haven't. I've cut back on just about all of my RTVS viewing as a similar result, too.

And I can all but guarantee that I will have better hearing at age 75 than Scorpy will have at age 45

Which is a bummer. I like Scorpy. He's a good entertainer. We're on very similar wavelengths sometimes. And I like RTVS as a whole. But there's always this worry I could be stepping on a landmine where somebody tries to eat their mic and the rest of the chat goes "yes they jingled the keys for me, do it again."

You only get five senses, folks. Don't willingly cripple any one of them, because once they're gone, they aren't coming back. Don't live to regret something you can't reverse.

Sorry to be the bummer, but I gotta look out for my own health.

[unreadpoppy]

personal vent under the cut

i love my mom, i really do, but fucking hell, it gets tiring dealing with her. I don't want to be one of those people but my mom is bipolar and it's fucking hard ok, like i know that it's harder for her, obviously, but fuck dude it's hard for me too. And I try and do better for her but god it's fucking tiring when you're the only one trying to put in the work. Mom understands only what she wants to understand, she only believes in what she wants to believe and she doesn't fucking listen. I've already told her that I don't want to talk if I have my earphones on and she keeps insisting and then complains about it.

Mom doesn't know time and place so she'll choose the worst fucking time ever to talk about really delicate matters (like her asking me about my religious beliefs in the fucking car while we were driving back home from the dentist). We tell her that she'd have a better relationship with my brother if she didn't ask him stuff about his personal life IN THE MIDDLE OF LUNCH but fuck that, she does what she wants. I'm boiling some water to cook and my mom asks me to go grab something in the reception of our building and i tell her no and she starts on a rant about how "you raise someone for twenty years and they don't do anything for you" bc GOD FORBID me or my brother say no to our mom bc is this every.fucking.time we say we don't want to do something with/for her.

and what hurts me the most is when mom accuses me (and sometimes my brother) of loving our dad more bc this is something that she asks about since i was a child and is something that distresses me since then, and i know why she says that, it's bc she sees me spending hours talking with dad, i sometimes tell him stuff first and i usually go out with him more. But there's a fucking reason for all of those, and it's that, althought my dad can (and many times will) be the biggest dick in the whole fucking world, HE LISTENS (most of the time). He fucking listens to me rambling, he knows that if I want to go to a certain place to do 1 thing, I just want to do that and nothing more (unlike my mom who tells me we'll do one thing and then starts doing others and dragging me along), dad knows the places that I like to go and that if i don't want to talk, he's not gonna push me to.

And another thing that makes it so difficult to live with my mom is that she doesn't fucking realize when she's being annoying and when we try to be polite about it, she gets angry. For example, my mom has poor hearing so she puts her phone on fucking blast, but i'm sensitive to noise, so sometimes i'll be in the living room, trying to watch the news or something else and my mom will be on social media, watching videos ON THE FUCKING HIGHEST VOLUME EVER and i tell her like hey can you lower it, she makes a face (and this is something that annoys everyone in the house but it's always like this). Or, and that is what i hate even more, is when i'm like on my computer doing something, and mom walks in my room, and lays on my bed and just stays there and if i tell her to leave, she'll complain, but imma be honest, if i'm in my room, it's cause i don't want to freaking talk. If i want to talk to someone, I REACH OUT TO THEM. And the other day it really got on my nerves cause mom was playing pokemon go ( or trying to figure out) so she asks me while i'm playing bg3, and i help her to do stuff and instead of leaving, she stays in my room, with the music of the game on fucking blast, so loud that i can't even hear BG3. And if i tell her to leave, guess what? she'll complain about how ungrateful i am.

Like, there was this day where i was crying bc of some shit my brother did to me, and bc i was so upset, i didn't want to talk about it then. My dad saw me crying, asked if i wanted to talk about it and i said later. My mom saw me crying, she didn't know what i was crying about but started saying some stuff and when i told her that 1) that wasn't what made me upset and 2) i didn't want to talk about it, she starts going on about how she's just trying to give advice and yada yada and i again, i was already upset and i know i could have said it better but fuck i had had a long ass day, so i said fuck her advice and she started screaming while i just wanted to be left the fuck alone. And like, my dad also fucks up in the situation later bc when i tell him (and mom) about what my brother had done, he puts the blame on ME and says i was wrong (up until this day i have received no apology for this whole bullshit, from neither of the men but whatever)

And like i keep getting told that i need to see her side of things but why do i have to do that when she doesn't do the same for me?Why do i have to be the bigger person when i'm literally 20 and she's 56?

i love my mom, i really do, she's my biggest suporter in literally anything and she always has my back, but fuck, sometimes living with her is detrimental to my mental health (and this can go for the rest of the people i live with but this post is about her).

[jaded-quill]

A decade ago, I was at a certain theme park, taking a simple but enchanting ride on a very famous train.

I was with my family, but somehow ended seated behind a teen or 20-something who was watching a video on her phone, sound on, no headphones.

Ya, you wouldn't catch me supporting the horrible TERF these days, but back then, her horribleness wasn't clear, and I wanted to enjoy the videos on the windows and the voices of beloved characters talking around us.

That sort of thing, I don't expect everyone to be silent, but playing a video at loud volume in a crowded space is just fucking inconsiderate.

The idea that what was an outlier then has become widespread is just... seriously? I've had an old but functional car for most of the years since then, and so haven't been on public transit much, but please say it ain't so.

The only thing that I wonder about (other than who raised these monsters) is if this is because of disappearing headphone jacks? Cause a pair of wired earbuds has never cost that much. But even off-brand airpods or other wireless headsets are an added expense.

That said. You can watch with subtitles or just wait. Seriously. If anyone wants to argue that you need to be able to hear bus announcements or something, fuck right off. You're adding to the background noise, making it harder for everyone to hear. I rode public trasit with headphones for well over a decade, and if I needed to keep an ear out, you know what I did? Either I only put in one ear, or I just didn't listen to shit!

*fumes*

While I think "Eat the Rich" is an infinitely better idea, sometimes I really do sympathize with Hannibal Lecter's stance on eating the Rude.

i'm literally begging people to relearn how to use earbuds and headphones. i don't wanna hear your fucking tiktok while im waiting for my flight.

[hours2hours]

THE HAWKINS PARADOX: CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Houses in Matlock Beach are oddly scattered from above. It spreads out a few square kilometers, but the space is mostly trees. It’s pretty to look at without a doubt, but something about its disarray always bothered Mateo and I. When the bank accounts ran dry, we pleaded with dad to find somewhere in the city to live. He’d say we couldn’t afford it, but we knew it was a lie. He’d say something about a new beginning, but I always knew he’d cling to the familiar. Maybe he thinks mom’s hometown will help learn something about her, maybe he wants to remember falling in love here. But this place took my brother, dad took away the life I’d finally accepted and placed me in a cage.  

Though, I did meet these weirdos, so all isn’t lost. 

“Is Joel still showing up?” I ask.

Annie clicks away at her phone, glances up. “Hmm, nope. Mum and dad Hawkins said he could come home if he stayed after school ‘till he caught up.”

“At least he might pass,” I mumble.

Annie shrugs, “I’m sure you can handle some time away from him… right?”

I’m not sure what Annie is suggesting exactly, I push the thoughts from my mind. Otto taps a finger against his watch, not looking away from his calculus notes. “...and if Annie would like to pass with him, I’d suggest we get back to it.”

School is probably the last thing on my mind, but I figured I could still hang out with Annie and Otto rather than brood alone. Maybe my classes will give me an extension under the circumstances, but my averages are high enough that if I miss exams entirely, I’ll still pass just fine.

Mateo was going into art school, but he was waiting another year because we were going to go together. He loved helping me with assignments just for fun, and it was the last thing we ever did together.

Annie doesn’t seem too focused on studying either, her eyes slowly shift from the horizon to me. “Maybe some school will take your mind off things?” She suggests.

“It won’t…” I trail off. “All I can think about is this video I saw, Joel and I-”

“Yeah he showed me,” Annie interrupts. “It was pretty scary.”

“Now whenever I look at the paper I just hear that mumbling, the last possible clue I have. And I still can’t figure out what he’s saying.” Mumblings and ticking clocks, I wonder if they’ll still be with me in my asylum cell. 

Annie hops into an upright sitting position. “Couldn’t make it out better than you two, or anyone else. But I’ll keep trying man.”

“Thanks Annie, I dunno what I’d do without you guys.”

“Out here we watch each others backs ‘cause no one else will, and we will figure it out.”

“You won’t explain it without context,” Otto interjects. “If you know nothing about the inflection of the one speaking then you’ll never figure it out. You need opinions from more people.”

“That’s a good point Otto,” I glance backward at him. “You’re smart, wanna give it a listen?”

Otto shrugs, and Annie quickly pulls a chair next to him, tossing a pair of earbuds on the table. He cranks up the volume and bites the inside of his cheek. An eyebrow raises, he rewinds again, again, and again. He mouths something to himself and plays through once more, then stops, face scrunched in deep thought. “Could it have been something about a cave?”

“A cave?” Annie looks at me.

“Let me see that.” 

Mumblings repeat obsessively, the first three words remain gibberish, but cave fits neatly in the fourth. I keep listening, closing my eyes to focus. “... cave … the cave … back to the cave we go.” The sickening voice reveals itself to me. In a sing songy voice it repeats, “Back to the cave we go we go, back to the cave we go!” Interrupted by horse, wet cackling.

“Back to the cave,” I say out loud. Annie snatches the phone from my hands along with the earbuds. She listens, and mouths the words as they go by.

“Back to the cave…” Annie reflects. “Okay, how does that help?” She and Otto look at me as if I should already have the answer.

“How am I supposed to know?!” I exclaim, unable to work this new information through my brain. “Mateo never mentioned a cave, why would they go back to it anyways? Unless…”

Damn you and your mystery Mateo, what could a cave possibly have to do with your attacker? Why did you show up that day covered in grime with the thousand-yard stare? How could you leave for days on end and not tell me anything? We used to share everything, but the person who disappeared didn’t. I don’t know where you were or why you came home bleeding and covered in dirt on that day, or what weird things you were drawing.

The realization is driven though my brain like a bullet, and before I know it I’m snatching my school bag from the ground. 

Annie’s eyes have grown wide in suspense, “Unless what?”

I take the sketchbook in my hands, weighing its hidden pages kept dark out of respect. Taking the book felt wrong, but I thought Mateo would have wanted me to finish what we started. Mateo showed me a lot of the things he worked on, but he also kept a lot hidden. Sometimes the things you draw are things that you need to keep for yourself, you don’t have to share every piece of yourself with the world, or even your family, and that’s okay. I know Mateo didn’t want every part of him exposed, and I wanted to honour that fact after he was gone. 

So I hope he’ll forgive me for this.

I flip to the end of the book full of half finished monster sketches and dark scenery. When I was little those drawings terrified me, I’d even make him sleep in my room I was so scared. My dad always said that monsters aren’t real, but it never made me feel any better. Mateo would tell me that monsters are real, they can be cruel like us, and they could love like us. To him they were like humans who couldn’t help looking the way they did, that monsters who hurt for the sake of evil didn’t exist. A week ago I might agree, but not anymore.

At at the end of all those dark pages is the image I was looking for. That odd place he scribbled the day he came home, a crude drawing of a cave entrance encircled by messy text.

“Miles, what is this?” Otto’s mouth hangs open in awe. My eyes sweep over each paragraph, mostly gibberish sprawled unevenly around the drawing, with few coherent sentences.

I read, “I found it in that book first, folklore of black tendrils reaching into the sky. Lead me down this insane rabbit hole im not sure i could crawl out of if i wanted to.” The rest of the paragraph remains unintelligible. 

Even Annie’s permanently smug face hangs low in dread.

“The first two expeditions lead to nothing but dead ends. After hours on hours of nothing, I left when a rat took a bite out of my ankle. After the third trip I’d cement a path through the maze…” Continuing along the paragraphs, almost nothing else legible. I try to slow down my furious eyes to make it out, but instead throw the book aside in frustration. In the end it was his shitty handwriting that would take answers from me, of all possible things. Mateo’s inexperience with writing shows in the chaos, but hints to more than that, a jitter to the text. What did he see that could shake him this way?

The pages blow in the light breeze, Otto picks up the book. Annie gingerly places a hand on my shoulder. “This sucks Miles, I know. But we have to find something out of this. It’s your brother we’re talking about, so instead let’s think it through.”

“You’re right, you’re right.” I reach to Otto for the book, but he hesitates. He stares into another page for a while, that bewildered look still stuck to his face. ‘Sorry,” he hands it back.

This time I check the neighboring pages. More gibberish, more scribbles, but these scribbles seem odd compared to everything else my brother made. They follow a lightning bolt-shaped path, sometimes branching off into dead ends marked by an X, but all lead to one spot marked with a circle. “A map?” I question.

“So Mateo got too into spelunking,” Annie replies. “Great, we have everything except where it actually is.”

My suspicions are all but confirmed when we come across a printed map of Matlock Beach. Many similar paths lead through woods, but only one spot is circled. It’s exactly what I was afraid of. “I know where it is, and if Otto’s right then he might still be there!”

“Miles?” Otto‘s tone drips with distrust. “What are you not telling us?”

 “Before he disappeared he had been missing for two days, he came home all dirty and banged up- and now this? He found someone in that cave and now- now- they brought him back.”

“Easy,” Otto places a flat hand against my back. “Why don’t you let me have another look at those?” 

I hand it over without much thought, then look to Annie who’s eyes well and drip. “He might be in there Annie, and if there’s even a chance I’m going to look.”

“That’s why I’m coming.” 

“You don’t have to, I’ll be fine.”

“Im sure you will. If you have a shot to save your brother then I want to. I’m coming.” Annie starts down the ladder.

We both look to Otto, cross legged staring into the book as if he could fall in. “I’m coming too.”

Annie stops, “Seriously?”

“Mateo could be in danger,” he states robotically. It’s seems out of character from the bookworm, especially with exams so close.

Once Annie and I make way down the stairs, there’s a near-silent tearing of paper from above. At the bottom he hands the book back, I flip through to find the map but meet the very last page by mistake. After a moment of pause, a thought: This could be the last thing Mateo ever wrote, dated the very same day he died.

This time I decide to keep it to myself. It reads, “I found it a few days ago. The rock had eroded, cracked under my weight. When I finally came across it’s casket the floor crumbled, I barely made it out alive. But it’s whispers echoed along the halls muttering the same nonsense over and over. 

I think I let it out.

When I left the cave for the last time and looked backward, I could have sworn I saw it. But then I went home, saw it again, and again. Everywhere I go it’s eyes are watching me. It’s outside my window right now. It thinks its blending in but i can hear it muttering. Hours to hours. 

The Matlock Devil is real, and I don’t know that I can be forgiven for what happens next.”

[blue-bird17]

Forest Run - Chapter 1

Nevaeh was walking back from school when she realized that she went the wrong way, again. Damn it, I did it again, when will I finally realize that we don’t live in Whitefish, Montana anymore. Nevaeh and her mother had to move from Whitefish to Doylestown, Pennsylvania because of her mother’s job. I guess it’s nice that Mother’s boss paid for our move, but I still don’t know why we had to move in the first place. I mean, we were fine in Whitefish, and it's just a move from a small town to a small town. No. Difference. None. Not at all. Nevaeh thought as she navigated her way through the streets of this town. When she passed by an alleyway, her phone rang.

“Hello hunny, where could you be at this moment?” Mother asked politely.

Nevaeh replied with a simple response, “Oh, y’know, I got lost again. Almost home though.”

“Lost again?” Mother asked, tiredly, “We’ve lived here for almost two weeks, shouldn’t you be familiar with Doylestown about now?”

With no friends and no family, it was kind of hard for her to find her way around. “Sorry Mother, but no, I am still trying to learn the streets and stores around here.” Actually, Nevaeh hadn’t really cared about learning everything important around here. She hadn’t even tried to make friends. With so many tourists from around the United States going to see the Mercer Mile, it’s kind of hard to tell which person could be your new friend, or a new visitor—most of them are visitors. With that Nevaeh had given up on making new friends and started wishing that she’ll move back into Whitefish again with all her friends and family.

Deep in thought, Nevaeh didn’t hear her mother say for her to go around and start making friends, or for her to get a tour guide, until her mother started screaming at her over the phone. “ANSWER ME, NEVAEH, ARE YOU ALRIGHT!”

“Opps, sorry Mother, I just got lost in thought again. Now what was it that you were saying, heh.”

“Oh. My. Gods. You are making me get this gray hair on my head. Now, actually listen, okay?” Mother said loud and slowly, as if she was talking to a baby.

“Okay, got it.” Nevaeh replied in the same volume and tone.

“Good.” Mother said, out of her baby-talking voice, “Now, you should go and make some friends, then you can have them show you around.”

“Any other choices.” Nevaeh uttered, already bored.

“Excuse me. Watch your tone there, young lady. Anywho, you could also schedule an appointment for a tour guide, after all, you are always on your laptop and your phone. You can figure out everything from there.”

“... Why can’t I just stay at home, I only need to leave for groceries and school.”

“Excuse me? No, you are still just fourteen years old, you deserve a childhood. I barely got one. I still want you to have one, too.” Mother fiercely and gently said.

“I like to play video games, and I like to hang out with myself.”

“Nevaeh.” Mother announced using that voice of hers.

“Yes Mother.” Nevaeh said, her voice unwavering.

“Huh, it seems like you aren’t scared of that voice anymore… Too bad.” Mother said formally.

Yeah! I’m not scared no more, I stood up to her. HA! Somehow, through these thoughts, Nevaeh was able to keep her voice calm and collected, “I need to get off the phone now Mother, that way and can get home, I’m by this alleyway and it’s creeping me out. Ttly, bye Mom, love ya.”

“Excuse ME!” She practically screamed, “What did you just ca-”

Nevaeh hung up on her, ugh, that was so annoying, doesn’t she know that calling her ‘Mother’ all the time gets weird. Gods! ‘What did you just call me! I only go by Mother, and that’s it. Bullshit! I tell you, bullshit!

Nevaeh walked through the door hesitantly, wondering what man is going to be here today. “Hey, I’m home,” muttered Nevaeh, not wanting to go into the master bedroom so she wouldn’t have to see all the gross stuff her mother and the man she shares a bed with. I don’t know how she can bed a different man every single day. It’s simple. You find someone that’s in love with you and you're in love with them. It’s not that hard!

“Hello Honey.” Mother said walking out of the kitchen, “I was thinking we could go to the mall today, of course that is after you say sorry.” Mother was tall and slim, with light blue wings and nice black hair that went down to her breast. I wonder when I’m going to earn my wings. White wings are the weakest; able to fly in them, but that’s it; blue is okay to have; including two powers and being able to fly; gold is the best; five powers and able to fly; black is amazing, best in history, but it’s ancient, nobody has have it for 100,000 years, or somewhere around that; ten powers and able to fly. I want to have blue because I don’t want to be too powerful, Nevaeh thought to myself.

They were done shopping and looking around, Mother told Nevaeh to go home. “I have… Important business to take care of. Bye honey, love you, see you later.”

“Umm, okay? Bye? I guess I’ll see you later.”

“Yeah…” She trailed off.

Around ten o’clock at night, Nevaeh started to worry, where could Mother be, it’s getting a little late.

She never knew her father, because she never had one. The only reason why she was here was because of her mom’s boyfriend back in high school. Somehow he bedded her without her agreeing to it. After that, she took a pregnancy test and, sadly, it was positive. She told her boyfriend, her parents, her sister too, but they all didn’t like it. Her boyfriend broke up with her; her parents disowned her; and her sister claimed they were not related. Mother had Nevaeh alone, and because it was all Nevaeh's fault, she never got angry at her. Mother only looked at the bright side and in this situation, Nevaeh was her only family. Now everyday she beds someone, Nevaeh knows she doesn’t like it, but Mother does so that way Nevaeh can say she finally had a dad; for Mother to finally call someone her husband; and for both of them to call someone else, other than them, family.

While Nevaeh was off in her head, worried about Mother, her phone rang. Somehow in her dazed form, she hit the answer button, not paying attention to whoever was talking. “Nevaeh, whatever you do, don’t come looking for me, don’t even go outside today or tomorrow! Okay?... Do you hear me, Nevaeh!”

At her name being screamed, she snapped back to reality. “Huh, you say something, Mother?”

“NEVAEH!” Screamed her mother, “You need to listen, okay?”

“Got it! Now what was it?”

“Don’t come outside, don’t come looking for me if you're worrying, okay?”

“Why?” Questioned Nevaeh.

“Uhh, I can’t tell you that.” Mother murmured.

“Oh, sure you can. Darling.” A voice purred in the background, “I’m sure your daughter would love to know what I’m about to do…”

“Ignore her and listen to me, okay? In the morning you will probably be taken to the police station. They will hopefully explain what’s going on, okay?”

“Okay.” Nevaeh said, her voice shaking. Damn, I sound like a little kid.

“But promise me something, Honey.”

“Huh?” Nevaeh said in a squeaky voice.

“Promise me that you’ll never lose your spirit, okay? Promise me that nobody will ever break you, promise me that you’ll never bed someone unless he is your true love.”

“That’s a lot of things to keep as a promise, what if I fail one of them?”

“Honey, you’re only fourteen years old, take a load off, if something is bad or you did wrong, I will show you signs. I will tell you what to fix, and how to do so, okay? You have nothing to worry about…” Mother said so calmly, as if she knew this was going to happen already, as if she knew… As if she put herself in this situation, to have an excuse to die, to escape this ugly world and everything in it. Or maybe it’s to see someone she dearly missed. “And,” She said in the quietest voice ever, so quiet that Nevaeh had to turn up the volume to high and still focus on her words to hear them, “If you ever get to see me when I’m dead, pry my hands open and take the necklace in my hand. It would be in my left hand, and when you have this, you will be protected.”

Right, Nevaeh thought, I don’t have any wings to shield myself from any danger that might come my way, damn, when are these wings supposed to come. There’s no way I’ll be wingless, there better not be. “Okay, what does it look like?” Nevaeh asked, while grabbing a piece of paper and a pen.

“An eye.” Mother now spoke loudly again, “It looks like an eye, with a black opal in the middle of it. Silver chain, and about the size of a newborn’s hand, maybe a little bit smaller. You may notice it will glow at times, the black will become this blue light, it will only glow in times when there is danger around you, or when you are in danger, it will save you from harm. When you get it, wear it forever, in other words, NEVER TAKE IT OFF! Okay?” 

“Yeah…” Nevaeh muttered in a tiny voice, still shocked of what’s going on at the moment.

“‘Kay… Know that I will always love you.” Now Nevaeh could hear her mother crying.

“Gods, this is taking so long, are you two done with your little talk, because I AM!” That mysterious voice yelled. It sounded like the person was laughing again.

Now Nevaeh started crying, “NO, DON’T LEAVE ME! PLEASE!” Nevaeh sobbed. “Please… Please… DON’T KILL HER YOU MONSTER!” She heard the noise that seemed like the whole universe was waiting for. Ka-blam! “No, No! NO! MOTHER!”

“You’ll be next, my Darling.” The person made that creepy laugh that sent Nevaeh’s blood running cold.

“No, I won’t, you will die before I do. Listen to me when I say this. You will die on the seventeenth of November, this year.” Wait! Who’s talking, it’s me saying this stuff, but it’s like someone else is controlling me. What’s happening!

That is when Nevaeh felt a stab in her back. Right after she said those words. Right through her entire spine, splintering pain went all through her.

Last thing she heard was: “Bye!” from that weird mysterious person, it sounded like the murderer stepped on the phone, and then did she blacked out.

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[brisquad-unit-4402]

nsfw but the kinda funny story of my first vox akuma on speakers moment

so to be clear this isn't the first time i've had him on speakers but every time i have before, it was while i was for sure alone. fun fact i have a roommate named unit 6751 and so today unit 6751 brought over some guests to go watch movies or whatever idk i was too busy watching breaking bad for 2 minutes and then writing some needy vox phone sex in my quarters to know what they're up to. i'm sure it's fun for them

anyways i'm writing something based off of this tweet and i'm like 400 words in when i realize i'll need to do some clip research for material, making sure i get things right, all that noise. which includes this old classic about pickup lines

i'm in my seat chilling out maxing relaxing all cool with my comfy fuzzy robe and my comfy fuzzy blanket and my comfy fuzzy squishmallow (bella the spider if you're wondering) (i don't know how i got her) (i think she spawned in my room one day?) but i also do this really cool thing called Being So Comfy Fuzzy That I Forget My Headphone Wire Is Tangled In The Comfy Fuzzy

and for context my sound system for my pc is a tiny control system with a volume slider and a headphone jack. when the headphones are unplugged it goes to the speakers, which gets obnoxiously loud at 15% of the volume, while if i have my headphones plugged in, those need to be at 100% volume because for some reason the output for headphones is really quiet? and there's only one volume slider so i think you can see where this is going

i'm so in my Comfy Fuzzy Moment that i readjust in my seat and unwittingly pull on the wire hard enough the headphone cord just flies out of the jack and in such a loudly british reserved feburary 21 2022 voice i hear

HOLY SHIT

and the fear of God rushes through my tiny cephalopod body

and in that moment i am so imbued with every Catholic sin at once that i panic so hard that i forget that youtube has the space bar as a shortcut to pause a video

and instead reach for my control volume like tantalus to an apple

and curse so nicely and so nonaudibly (lie) while as i struggle to shut him up, mister vox milord akuma just goes

THAT TAKES A LOT OF CONFIDENCE

and luckily luckily LUCKILY the audio mutes before he finishes the sentence but the damage is already done. these hq walls are so thin

i get enough of my brain operating to realize i can press space bar so i do so but oh. Oh what a horrible moment to be corporeal

i say some more very polite words to myself (lie) as i heal from that horrific moment at, uh, 12:09 am at night

and it takes me 4 more minutes to realize how unbelievably unfathomably lucky i unplugged my headphones at "holy shit," and not the sentence before, where the very lovely and proper sir mil "my lord" ord said

I'M NOT A WAITRESS BUT I WANT YOUR TIP

so long story short i haven't figured out how vox sounds when he whines and i'm taking suggestions.

↖ THIS USER JUST HAD A "VOX AKUMA ON SPEAKERS" MOMENT FOR THE FIRST TIME

[wandasmistress]

Come Back to Me

Requests (3)- Bottom!Natasha x reader where they have sex on a mission + Natasha and Reader have an argument where R is in the wrong but she’s too stubborn to apologize and she thinks the problem will resolve itself but it dosen’t and after a couple weeks she sucks it up and apologizes + “Don’t you dare speak to me like that” prompt with Natasha saying it to R

Synopsis- When the inability to talk properly to one another turns into endless fights until Y/n finally says something they can't take back, can she make it up to Natasha and have her come back to her?

Pairings- Bottom!Natasha Romanoff x Top!Reader

Warnings- 18+ Content, and Blood

Word Count- 7.6k (I tried to not make it this long but I literally couldn't!!😫🫠)

A/N- Decided to kill three birds (requests) with one stone (story)😭

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Fighting was all you both did in the last month. Natasha complained about your workout clothes spread out across the bedroom floor, flinging them on you while you were laying in bed watching tv. She calls you a pig and you get upset but she tells you if you don't want to be associated with the name then you should stop acting like one. You jump up from the bed walking towards her trying to throw a good enough comeback at her about how she is a gym freak but she scoffs rolling her eyes and shoves you slightly while exiting your shared room. 

She complained about the crumbs you put in the bed from your late-night snacking, snatching the sheets off the mattress in a rare occurrence of an outburst from her, throwing the bundle of sheets towards you when you got out of the bathroom from your nightly shower. You flipped her off saying how you didn’t eat chips in bed, only soft cakes and sweets. Natasha shook her head in anger as she ushered for you to go wash them immediately, when you refused she called you a little baby who has gotten dependent on the compound maids. You exited the room after getting changed during her lecture to sleep on the common room’s couch since Wanda took your old one after you moved into Nat’s three years ago. 

Or when Natasha “accidentally” bleached all of your clothes, that argument lasted half an hour, yelling so loud that the whole floor could hear the elongated argument. She told you how your style wasn't that good anyway and how she did you a favor. You retaliated by dumping her favorite hoodies out the window watching them fall into a huge mud puddle from the rainstorm that previous night with an evil smile on your face. You held in your wicked laughter at her aggravated expression, you could almost see the steam coming from her ears. She stormed out of the room to retrieve the hoodies and take a break from your presence before she said or did something she would regret in the future. You face-palmed yourself when you realized some of the clothes you threw out the window were yours, slouching down on the bed in irritation.

»

One night when you were on your phone scrolling through endless pages of clothing sites trying to rebrand your style, you tried to not take Natasha's comments about your style to heart but you did. From the other side of the bed, you heard soft muffling in the quiet of the night, raising your eyebrow to assess the sound only to find it coming from the redhead beside you. Your eyes widened and your eyebrows raised quickly, you quickly switched to the camera app on your phone to record her as the snores raised in volume. 

The next morning while she was changing in front of the dresser you played her snores at full volume to get on her nerves because you were still feeling petty from the bleaching situation. At first, she didn't care because she thought it was a random person until she heard you snickering as you called her name out to her in the video. Her shoulders tensed as she was tying her hair into a ponytail, she turned around slowly with a questionable face. 

Your mouth was closed shut as you sat perched on the bed staring at her with a smirk, she thought you were playing games until another loud snore came from the phone and her eyes whipped towards it while another giggle came from your phone. She quickly looked to your face to see if you were laughing but your face remained stoic as you stared back at her with your phone dangling between your fingers. Her eyes widened and her mouth fell open, eyebrows scrunching in the process as she lunged towards you, forgetting to put on her shirt leaving her only in a bra.

This one time you were too fast for her as you quickly shut yourself in the bathroom in a fit of laughter, grasping your stomach from the pain of laughing. She banged on the door yelling at you to delete the video. After a few minutes of her empty restless threats, you heard loud stomps then a loud boom as the bedroom door slammed shut enunciating her departure, you could feel the slam vibrate through the walls from the force she used causing you to laugh harder.

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Another time where you said something to get under her skin was in front of the rest of the team, which would be her last straw. It was one of the monthly movie nights you would all have to attend, being bundled up in the warm common room with as many blankets you could pile on the already comfortable couches. Vision picked from a hat of everyone's favorite movies because everyone thought he was incapable of cheating so it would be fairer.

Once all the snacks from the kitchen were gathered and brought about, Vision picked Skyfall from the bunch, Clint cheering in silent victory as one of his was picked. Sam and Tony groaned audibly in annoyance at such a ‘boring’ movie in their opinion. They threw single pieces of popcorn in Clint's direction but he slapped them away as Wanda chuckled in an untamed manner beside him, her eyes squinted shut from the laughter.

Even though everyone in the room had seen this movie more than once they still sat down to watch it intently, murmuring during the action scenes and amazing angles that were shown.

Natasha was beside you, you were a bit surprised she’d want to sit next to you after your last argument but she nestled right beside you like nothing happened, happily munching on her favorite buttered popcorn. You were prepared to hear her complain about the kernels getting stuck in her teeth for the next day if it meant you could see her so peacefully for what felt like the first time in forever.

Your arm was wrapped around her shoulder as she leaned into your side with a content hum until she got up from the couch abruptly and put the now empty bowl of popcorn on the coffee table. Your eyes rose in astonishment from how fast she devoured the bowl thinking how she must have worked out extra hard today to be craving food that badly.

You heard some movement in the kitchen along with a few cabinets and drawers being open and clothes. Your back was turned towards it, more focused on the fight scene happening in front of you while Tony and Steve were judging their fighting skills, you rolled your eyes at them all while letting out chuckles from their ridiculing.

A few moments later as the fight scene got more intense you were gripping onto the seat of the couch, biting your nail as close shots were made. Then you felt a dip on the couch beside you along with the clink of a spoon against ceramic. You turned around to look and see Natasha had gotten a bowl of ice cream, your mouth hung open as she scooped some up bringing it to her face. You tried to steal it from her but she quickly moved the spoon towards your face leaving a little blob of the cold creamy dessert on your nose, wincing from the coldness you went back to your normal position attempting to lick it off as you heard her chortle next to you.

After a few more minutes passed you looked over to see Natasha finishing her bowl of ice cream, the thick liquid now turned runny as she tipped the bowl over to get it on the spoon. A quick thought came to your head for an amazing joke to say, the words slipping out of your mouth before you could stop and think about the deeper.

“Damn, you’ve got a big girl appetite,” You say tauntingly. She looks over to you with her eyebrows raised, confusion struck her face as the spoon hangs in front of her. You thought this was a giveaway to continue, “Wouldn't want to eat more of that junk, or that big belly of yours might just detonate,” You give out a quick laugh, finding your joke funny, “I’d hate for you to not fit into your Victoria's Secret lingerie anymore, that’d be a terrible shame.” You finish with a sick smile on your face.

The whole room turned silent as no one dared to move, Tony and Sam stopping their useless mutterings to each other as they froze. You continued to look at Natasha and could see that her eyes were dripping wet with betrayal, and humiliation. Your smile instantly left your face as you now realized you fucked up. You muttered a few curse words under your breath trying to think of a quick apology to make it right with her.

But before you could you heard a quiet snicker coming from Tony, his hand instantly coming up to his mouth as he avoided both of your gazes by looking down when the two of your heads snapped over at the sound. You slowly looked back at Natasha as her face was now stoic and free of any emotions.

You couldn't stand to look her in the eyes anymore as you took your arm from the back of her seat and gathered it in your lap with the other, heart beating at a fast paste. You were waiting for her to say something but she stayed silent which made your stomach churn in anxiety. 

You felt her leave the couch as it rose from her getting up, you were about to look up to her and mutter a sorry apology but before you could even look up you felt semi-cold thick liquid dribble down from the top of your head, leaking onto your face. Gasping at the feeling, mouth wide open you quickly stand up from the couch abruptly with your hands sticking out from beside you in a shocked demeanor.

Finally looking at her with your mouth still agape you could see how angry she was through her eyes, choking on your saliva as your breath faltered.

“Don’t you dare speak to me like that.” She told you eerily composed. Your ears started to burn up from all the attention you were getting, embarrassment overriding your system. Saddening inside at the way she was looking at you, disgustedly.

She shoved the empty bowl in your chest roughly, hitting your sternum which caused you to wince from the impact. She strode away swiftly without making a single noise. The room was silent in her absence, you sucked in a slow breath taking in the whole situation. You looked up to find everyone avoiding your gaze as the movie continued to stream on at normal volume. Moving your head around you saw Clint staring at you with cold eyes, you gulped from the intense glare, cowering in his gaze.

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After that night you and Nat haven't been the same since, she stopped trying to even interact with you because of the level of disrespect she felt when she heard those vile words exit your mouth. You couldn't deny the fact that you were also avoiding her, you didn't know how to properly apologize to her and each time around the compound or in the briefing room you couldn't look her in the face, too ashamed. 

So this radio silence between the both of you continued for a few weeks, you gave up the room a long time ago opting out to sleep on a different floor away from everyone, a little afraid that when you woke up in the night you would find Natasha above you with a wire to strangle you.

Her emotions towards you weren't oblivious, even if her face was impassive her body would radiate the energy she failed to express. Everyone could feel her fury, irritation, and resentment seeping out of her skin. No one wanted to confront her about the incident to avoid her wrath if she snapped.

Knowing that Natasha was beyond angry and pissed off with you did something to your mind. Every night you stayed up yearning for her touch, the way her body seamlessly molded together with yours, and the way she glowed in the moonlight, looking celestial. Your stubbornness was going to be the death of you, your inability to apologize and take ownership of your wrongs was weighing down on you.

This fight was the one that changed everything between you both, after the two of you constantly nagged at each other purposefully you still made it into each other's arms in the night despite being at each other's necks hours before. You both knew the reason you were fighting so much was that you were failing to communicate with one another properly, things like open toothpaste bottles and lone socks on the floor initiating a yelling match when it shouldn't.

On the outside you tried your best to show that you were okay and didn't care about the current situation going on, the person you love the most slipping away from you quickly. But deep down you were also hurting, mentally cursing yourself each time Natasha swiftly passed you in the halls not giving you any time to stop her and apologize. This made you lose hope and give up after multiple attempts, which got you thinking about how maybe you two were never meant to be together in the first place, so you started to ignore her presence too.

In the morning after your outside workout with Sam that had you sweating uncontrollably, you two were headed to the kitchen to grab a snack and water. On the way to your destination, he had picked up an abandoned football on the field and started throwing it back and forth to each other through the long halls of the compound, your laughter echoing throughout the corridor. 

Sam chucked the ball further than you originally thought causing you to sprint down the hall before it knocked over something. Catching the ball with one arm and then rolling across the floor with the ball clutched between the palms of your hands you heard his victory shout which sounded more like a roar and you broke out in a fit of laughter. Rolling your eyes playfully as you stood up from the ground and basked in his acclaims. When he reached you he patted you on the shoulder roughly and brought his hand up to your head to mess up your hair more than it already was. You shooed him away with your hand as you stepped through the threshold of the kitchen.

“If you weren’t an avenger then you could possibly be in the NFL,” You laughed some more at his response and shook your head, “No, I’m serious with those sticky fingers you would do great. You're pretty skilled with your hands, I bet you're pretty popular with the girls, eh?”

You choked up from laughter and held onto the counter for stability as your body shook with hysteric laughs. A reply slips from your mouth as a quick response.

“Hey, I’ve had lots of practice,” You tell him smugly slapping him on the back, “The trick is to keep going after they hit their orgasm, drives them crazy.”

His eyebrows raise taking in the advice and that's when you start to look around at your surroundings and your breath hitched quietly, Natasha was seated on the other side of the kitchen munching on her granola silently while scrolling through her phone. A wave of awkwardness flooded your system, your hand coming up to scratch the back of your neck as your chuckles dimmed.

You saw that Natasha's spoon full of yogurt and flakes of granola rested in front of her face, she had heard your comment and froze, not realizing it. She sucked on her lips as her eyes stayed locked on her phone, you knew she felt your gaze on her but she paid no mind to look up.

Sam’s incoherent mumbling went on as your eyes stayed locked on her, your breathing becoming unsteady as you continued to look at her. You didn't know how she had this effect on you still, you guys hadn't come together to discuss if you were apart but it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out the obvious divide between you both. The separation tugging on your heartstrings, your gaze faltered as you looked down, a glum cloud engulfing you quickly.

You were brought back to reality from Sam’s laugh, you looked over to see him sticking up his fingers and showing how he does it. You rolled your eyes shoving him and calling him a dumbass under your breath. You stalked over to the fridge and pulled out cold water, tossing one towards Sam's direction for him to catch then turning around and pulling out an orange the size of your fist.

You walk back to where he was and engage in more conversation with Sam forgetting Natasha’s presence as he tells you a story about his childhood growing up in Louisiana. You raise your eyebrows when the story gets interesting as he tells you how he almost fell from a boat from a fish tugging with lots of power. You laughed and called him a dumbass some more times as the story got more intense. 

While you were shaking your head chuckling at his jokes Natasha looked up from her phone, moving it to the side slightly so she could see your face without making it obvious. She could see your messy hair, loose hairs sticking to the back of your neck and forehead while your head was turned towards Sam. Your dominant jawline sent shivers down her spine as your jaw flexed from your smile and laugh. When you turned your head back around to unravel the orange peel she looked back down towards her phone quickly, praying that she wasn't caught.

She peered over her phone again her eyes automatically finding your fingers as they crushed into the orange. The whole scene was in slow motion for her. The way the orange juices squirted from the fruit, the way you brought your thumb up to your mouth sucking your finger. Her breath hitched as her stomach flipped and she immediately bit her lip, she was supposed to be hating you but how could she when you looked so damn hot. She crossed her legs hoping she could ease the build-up and relive it later while one of your hoodies was in her face to smell your scent. She shook her mind free of the thoughts of you and went back to mindlessly scrolling on her phone.

Sam finished his story reeling you, your movements stopping as you listened in, at the last second he snatched more than half of your orange slices and dashed out of the kitchen, you cursed under your breath when you failed to grab him. You walked over to the trashcan chucking the remaining scraps of the orange peel in the bin. Walking over to the sink to wash your sticky fingers.

While you were by the sink scrubbing your hands you heard Sam from the hallway.

“Catch!” He shouted suddenly, your head whipped over to the direction of his voice. The hairs on the back of your neck sticking up.

You were by the sink so you couldn't catch the ball and before you could blink again you saw a whizzing ball whoosh past the threshold of the kitchen where he exited heading straight for Natasha. Her head was still turned down looking at her phone and you knew that she couldn't possibly be that fast with her movements to see it coming.

In the next second, she was struck square in the forehead with the football. Her head flung back from the impact, her hand coming up to her forehead. Your breath stopped and your mouth fell open. She let out a loud croak, your heart dropping to your stomach as you rushed to dry your hands and go over to her. 

Speed walking to where she was you hadn't realized you were holding your breath until you reached her, sucking in a deep breath when she looked up at you with enraged eyes. You looked around at the scene, her bowl of yogurt and granola splattered all around the counter from the football falling, some splattered on the front of her shirt and black leggings. Your eyebrows raised as you made eye contact.

An apology already at the tip of your tongue, you reached out to her. She bit on the inside of her cheeks firmly when she met your gaze, she didn't look one bit pleased. She smacked your hand away from her abruptly getting up from her seat, she pocketed her phone quickly and grabbed the football shoving it in your chest.

“Wouldn’t want to forget this, wide receiver.” She said snidely, turning away.

“I-I’m sorry, Sam threw the ball and I was by the sink,” You say following her as she exited the kitchen.

She was still walking with her back turned to you replying coldly, “I don't give a fuck, Y/n. And stop following me.”

You were hot on her trail, your hands shaking with anxiety at the way she said your name, “Can you please stop walking and talk to me, please.” You plead.

She abruptly stops causing you to run into her, you take a few steps back and run your hand through your hair, your eyes staying trained on her form. She slowly turns around and when you see her face your heart almost breaks. Her eyes were teary and you could tell she was holding back to the best of her extent.

Your automatic response was to cup her cheek and your arm flinched at the reflex but you stopped yourself before you could make the situation first.

“You don’t fucking understand, Y/n. If you had the littlest bit of respect for me you wouldn’t have said what you said, but you don’t. And I won’t take your half-ass apology because it doesn't mean shit to me.” She scolds you, sniffling slightly.

Your mouth opened and closed as you tried to think of something to say but nothing in your mind seemed good enough. She scoffed at your silence and rolled her eyes as she turned back around.

“I didn’t mean it, I was joking! I do respect you Nat, and I’m sorry for embarrassing and making you feel bad. Please forgive me.” 

She stopped in her footsteps and turned back around in an instant, “I don’t forgive you, go fuck yourself.” She snapped back, finally walking off and this time you didn’t follow after her. Your arms flopped down to your sides as you released a sigh, your hands coming up to your face as you dragged them down your tired face.

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It has been half a month since you and Natasha last talked and you weren't doing any better than you were weeks ago. Dark circles were starting to form under your eyes from losing alarming amounts of sleep, everyone on the team was also starting to notice the decrease in your mood, everyone except Natasha.

You were sulking around the compound mindlessly just feeling the need to get up and move after staring out the window for half the day. Sam passed you while you were perched by the window and commented how depressed you looked but you didn’t have any energy in you to fire back so you continued looking out the window ignoring his presence which made him confused as he stood behind you for a minute in silence until he walked away, walking at a slow pace.

You felt bad for ignoring him like that but you couldn't bring yourself to turn towards him and have him comment on the way you look which would make you cry on the spot.

As you were walking glumly down the long corridor you heard Jarvis over the intercom above you beckoning you to come to debriefing room two immediately. You were at first hesitant to go in case it would be some sort of intervention from the team but when you asked what it was about and he notified you about an upcoming mission your eyebrows raised and you rushed over to the elevator hoping to make it there quickly since you were three floors above the debriefing floor.

You approached the room, your paste lessening as you got closer to the open door, you could hear Steve’s voice coming through the open door. As you got closer you tried to peep in through the glass walls but the whiteboard obstructed your view of the table to see who exactly was going to be attending.

When you walked into the room your eyes immediately fell onto Natasha, you started to bite the inside of your cheek when you noticed no one else sitting at the table. You were standing by the door like a weirdo, shifting on your feet awkwardly as your hands were interlocked behind your back.

Steve let out a loud cough and your head snapped towards him only to see his hand pointing towards an empty seat at the head of the table. You shook your head and walked over quickly, trying to keep your breath under control when you felt Natasha’s eyes on you.

You didn't know but she found you absolutely adorable the way you stood in the doorway, you barely showed the shy side of you because you were often an outgoing person. Nat finds you adorable standing like that in the doorway but the thought drifts away when the words you said to her creep up in her mind, her eyes cast downwards staring at the pristine tiled floor.

Steve continues to talk when you sit down, explaining the mission you and Nat will be going on in Siberia. How all you have to do is retrieve stolen tech from a warehouse and how it shouldn't be a big deal because the both of you could definitely handle it. You knew that this was an easy mission and so did Natasha, and you two also knew this was Steves's attempt to reconcile your romance.

You slouched back in your chair, crossing your arms over your torso as you listened to what Steve was saying to ensure you didn't mess up this mission and cause even more of a divide between yourself and the redhead. But you couldn't help sneaking a few glances towards Natasha, her defined jaw causing you to stare longer than you should’ve. The way her hair fell over her shoulders had your fingers squeezing against your arms.

Suddenly Natasha looked over her shoulder, eyes gaping into the side of your face when you whipped your head back towards Steve’s direction. You stifled a cough as you felt her eyes on you, feigning interest in the words on the whiteboard.

Once the debriefing was over you hopped out of your seat at a record speed to the door, if you wanted to make sure you were in the best quality for this mission you had to get sleep and make sure you were charged up. Ignoring Steve’s worried glance as you exited with a straight face, he wondered if he was doing the right thing.

When you were no longer in the room Natasha got up from her seat slowly, trailing over to Steve with her arms crossed. “I hope you aren't trying to help Y/n.”

He watched her walk away with a sway in her hips and a determined look on her face, maybe this wasn't enough to fix the divide between you both but he hoped it would because he hated seeing both of you act so standoffish to one another.

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You were currently inside the warehouse, crouching down with a loaded pistol wrapped in your hands. You were holding your breath to hear any footsteps of people trying to be secretive. Natasha had cleared the place of security guards lurking in the front, basically doing all the work so you could go in and safely secure the tech.

When she took out the last guard you had expected her to go in with you as you walked through the door but she opted out to stay outside in case one of the guards called for backup. But you knew it was just an excuse to not have to be near you and you turned back around, a pained expression on your face as your head hung slightly.

When you knew for sure the inside was empty you started to head towards the large beige crates, scratching your head wondering how you were going to get all of these to the safe house securely. You latched onto the one nearest to you crouching down in the process to pick it up and headed back towards the door. You left the first one at Natasha’s feet and stood back up. She looked at you in slight disbelief, your eyebrow raised and you froze in your spot.

“If you want to start healing our relationship I recommend you walk those a few feet over and place the crates in the van yourself,” Your mouth hung open in shock, “I’ll be waiting in the driver's seat.” She ended, sidestepping you and the crate and walking towards the van parked away in the distance. Your eyes trailed up and down her body, even the way she walked sent tingles down your spine, how am I even going to win her over at this rate.

You let out a quick breath recollecting yourself, crouching back down to pick up the fifteen-pound crate, waddling over to the van, trying not to trip over your feet in the darkness.

It took you surprisingly half an hour to load all the crates into the back of the van since you have been lacking on working out so you were as proficient. The van was packed and you ran out of space with the last one, letting out a loud huff of anger. You took a break sitting down on the crate, resting your elbows on your knees as you took a breather. While you were resting you felt something vibrate below your butt, shifting your gaze to the crate with a quirked brow.

You slowly got off the crate and crouched down in front of it, squinting your eyes while your hands moved to pry the top off. You peeked over the edge of the crater to see inside only to see a shining white light and the next moment you were splayed on the ground a few feet away from the opened box, groaning as you felt a surge of pain in your head.

Natasha heard the commotion and leaped out of the van, thinking there was a guard who got the jump on you, her heart racing at the possibility of finding you severely injured or worse. When she came around the corner of the van she saw you propped up on one of your elbows as your free hand was rubbing at your bleeding forehead, she let out a scoff and rolled her eyes finding no danger, but only a dumbass. She looked over to find the open crate and her expression fully dropped.

“Didn’t you hear Steve say to not open them, or were you not listening? Typical,” She sneered. You couldn't help but feel embarrassed under her gaze, looking towards the ground in shame.

When your hand moved from your forehead and she saw the deep gash and her heartbeat spiked, although she is still mad at you she can't help but feel anxiety at seeing you physically hurt in any way.

Before she can turn away you tell her, “There is no more room in the back of the van, how are we gonna transport it to the safe house?”

She licks her lip, the action drawing in your attention. “Don't worry. I’ll put it up front and you can walk, the way back isn't that far. You can handle it, right?” She demanded more than asked, you didn't get a chance to respond before she shut the back doors of the van and closed the crate, picking it up and walking to the front of the van. 

You were left there on the ground in disbelief as she started up the van and skirted off, your mouth hung open in bewilderment. The last few moments have not caught up to you yet. You sat up and rested your elbows on your spread knees as you stared head-on in the empty parking lot.

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You made it back to the safe house an hour later, exhaustion filling up your body. Carrying the crates and walking three miles while feeling lightheaded from the gash on your head made you stumble through the front door when you unlocked it.

Slowly walking over to the couch with dropping eyes, all you wanted was to pass out so badly but you knew if you didn't take care of the gash it would get infected and scar, and that's something you didn't want, but surely five minutes of sleep wouldn't hurt. You felt like you sunk into the couch as you let out a content sigh, welcoming the oncoming wave of sleep.

As your mind started to fog entering the sleep state. You felt a dip in the couch beside you, your eyes fluttering open slowly as you turned to see what it was. You turned to see Natasha staring at you intently, a small dopey smile finding its way onto your face.

“Am I dreaming?” You ask her softly, still disoriented from the fatigue.

A small smirk inches its way up her face while looking at you adoringly. She can't help but find your dazed state cute. Her hand comes up to your face and brushes away the loose hairs from your forehead.

Out of nowhere, you start talking mumbling incoherent words. She looks at you deeply to figure out what you're saying but she can't, your eyes opening and closing slowly.

“I'm sorry,” You mutter out slowly. “I know you won't accept it but I am,” You continue letting out a long yawn. “I’m stupid, an asshole, an idiot, a fool, a shithead, a dumbass, a turd, a-” But she chuckles softly as she cuts you off by putting her finger onto your lips shushing you effectively. You stop talking and lazily kiss her finger while a stupid smile was plastered on your face.

Your eyes shut again and you can hear she is messing around with something next to her, her cool hands coming up to your face gently. You lean into her touch as she starts pressing against your gash with what you assume to be gauze. A small stinging sensation comes and you slightly wince squeezing your eyes shut, you feel her move on the couch and the next moment you feel her soft lips connect to your forehead. You are at true peace.

You forget the next moments as they blend together in a blur, you can only remember that you felt her get up from the couch causing your eyes to snap open. You took in her attire seeing that she had changed out of her suit and into some black shorts and long sleeve grey fleece shirt. Your hands found her hips instantly as she was not that far away from you, pulling her down onto your lap. She let out a small huff but couldn't help the smile that came to her face as seeing you completely mesmerized by her.

She repositioned herself on your lap and was now facing you, her hands resting on your shoulders. You leaned in leisurely to connect your lips and she met you halfway. Feeling her lips on yours for the first time in what seemed like forever gave you a boost of energy. Your hands that lay limp by your sides came up to the small of her back, pushing her towards you to lessen the gap. You both took your time with the kiss, taking the time to remember every bit of each other's lips again.

Heads moving every which way as your lips grappled to one another, soft mewls being put out from both of your mouths. Her hands came up to cup your cheeks as the kiss deepened. You let out a content hum from being in her hold again.

Her hips started to buck against you subtly, you knew what she was asking for and it was a request that you would not deny her. Your hands trailed to the end of her shirt as you stayed in the kiss, slowly taking the end of the shirt and pulling it up her torso. She broke the kiss quickly to take her shirt off faster getting impatient at the speed you were doing it.

She flung the clothing item in a random direction of the room as she started to work on unclipping the top piece of your suit, needy to get her hands on you and have yours all over her. In no time you were stripped of your top and your lips locked onto each other again, the feeling she gave you made you ecstatic. 

You bit her lower lip harshly and she gasped, your tongue instantly finding its way into her open mouth. Seeking out her tongue like a predator and wrapping onto it, sucking and writhing. She moaned into your mouth making your stomach do flips, you missed hearing that sound come from her. 

You quickly slid your hands up her back and unclipped her bra at an ungodly paste, the black lace slipping down her now bare front and pooling at the base of your stomach. You couldn't wait any longer as your hand traveled to the front of her body, rubbing up and down her stomach sending chills down her spine as she reveled in your touch. Your hands came up to her perky breast, wrapping them in your palm and kneading them with pressure.

She moans into your mouth again before she kisses you strongly one last time before parting your lips, she leans her head back giving your more room to play with her breast. Your fingers pinch her nipples releasing a whine from the woman, she squirms in your lap. Shaking her head as she bites her lip staring you directly in the eyes, her vibrant red hair swinging side to side from her quick movements.

You give one last squeeze to her nipples before you bring your head forward to her neck, you attach your lips to her neck and suck hard. She lets out a growl and wraps her hand around your neck, pulling you in with her tight hold. Your hands come to wrap around the back of her waist again to keep her in place as she scoots closer to you in your lap. Your hands dip down lower and grab handfuls of her ass as you mark her neck, her breathing becoming irregular.

Your sloppy kisses and sucks trail all the way up to her jawline, lining her jaw with dark marks. She tilts her head down and traps your lips in another breathless kiss, sucking the soul from your body as she licks your lips.

You can't take it anymore, flipping her onto her backside and towering over her on the couch. Coming down on top of her briskly, her bare chest sticking up as she looks at you charmingly. Her teeth capture her bottom lip in a seal as she stares up at you. Your hand comes down to trace her taut stomach, her stomach tensing from your cold fingertips. 

You trap her lips in another kiss as your hand slowly trails down her stomach to the spot she has been anticipating for you to touch for weeks now. When your hand passes through her shorts and to her clothed cunt she sucks in a deep breath. You press down hard on her covered clit and her body jolts up, that brings a smile to your face, the fact that she has so much built-up tension for you to alleviate.

You press down on her clothed clit one more time before you slide your fingers past her panties. Trapping her clit with your pointer finger, she is thrashing beneath you as you tamper with her clit. She moans into your ear, eyes pressing shut from the fulfillment, mouth hanging open.

Your middle finger starts running circles around her clit, fastening the paste every few seconds. Throaty satisfied long moans being released from her. A satisfied grin appears on your face at the sounds you are getting from her, you can't deny that you’ve missed this dearly.

You can’t wait any longer as your fingers slide down to her soaking entrance, your middle finger dips into the ocean of her arousal. Her breath hitching as she stops breathing, her hips bucking up towards your hand in automatic response. 

You enter her completely and she lets out a content hum, licking her lips. You start at a steady pace before picking it up and going faster. Her moans fuel the speed of your fingers, you want to hear what more sounds you can get out of her. 

Your hands work magic as muffled clapping sounds fill the room along with her whimpers. Looking down you can see her angelic face, the way her plump lips shine in the light, the small brown freckles scattered across her face, and red splotched cheeks.

You kiss her roughly and hammer into her faster, her eyes squeeze shut as she kisses you back harder. Her hands running up your back and coming to rest on the sides of your torso, you can feel her squeeze every now and then when the pressure starts to get relieved quickly.

In the next moment, you can feel her walls start to clench around your tense fingers. You pull them back making her whine then shove them back in with much more force causing her eyes to roll to the back of her head. Her hips grind into your hand once more before she is falling undone underneath you.

She lets out what almost sounds like a war cry, you think this is one of the best orgasms you’ve gotten from her which makes you grin proudly. You continue to stroke your fingers in and out of her the best you can since her clenched walls don’t allow you to move, which sends her to heaven.

She is feeling pure bliss for the first time in weeks, she knows that only you can ever make her feel this way, and that's why she never took your absurd comment to heart that much. 

Slowly you take your fingers from her, sending multiple kisses down her jaw and neck, coming back up to deliver a sloppy kiss to the corner of her mouth. You plop down beside her slightly out of breath from all the work and exhaustion from earlier hitting you like a brick.

She lets out a sigh as she turns over to face you, placing her hand below your breast, rubbing your skin soothingly. You turn to look at her with dazed eyes only to find her eyes filled purely with lust. You lean in to deliver one last kiss to her, tongues running over each other.

You pull back and take in a quick breath staring up at the ceiling in satisfaction.

“I forgive you,” She says out of the blue.

You look back at her. “If that was all it took you could have said so sooner.” You joke, a smirk pulling at your lips.

She slaps your chest holding in a chuckle, trying to not show her laughter. “I’m serious, and I’m sorry for what I did to your clothes and more,” You wave her off telling her how your style was way better now, thanking her, which made her laugh sincerely. “I do forgive you, but-” She says in a serious tone. You quirk an eyebrow at her, “For me to fully forgive you you need to delete that video of me snoring when we get back.”

You let out a soft laugh, looking at her affectionately. “You should have said that before you made me walk all those miles out in the dark, alone.”

She looks back at you with guilty eyes, she knew she was being a little too harsh on you. “Uh uh, you did deserve a little of that.”

You agree with her silently, rolling your eyes as you shook your head. “I guess I was a little of an ass, I’m sorry, love.” You say apologetically. A bright smile breaks through her face at the name she hasn't heard you call her that in months.

“A little?” She adds in sarcastically.

You jeer at her, a faux offended expression coming onto your face. “Well, then I’m your ass and you can never leave me again.” You tell her endearingly.

“Fine then, you're my ass, and my ass only.” She ends by leaning in and sealing your lips in a final searing kiss that makes your chest flutter.

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