#and your friends fucking suck if that's how they treat me too there's nothing else to it

[slimyenemy]

i mean i thought you don't really care about whatever i could say that seemed a little wrong (it's not it doesn't even read like anything like that you're just obsessed with finding stupid ass excuses to hurt me) by accident i just didn't think you'd get this evil and nasty about it again

[classyrbf]

WE'RE JUST FRIENDS! — SHOKO IEIRI

SYNOPSIS...since high school you and shoko have been known to be two peas in a pod, the bestest of friends but only you two know what happens behind closed doors

INFO...shoko x fem!reader, top!shoko, phone sex(?), vibrators, fingering, oral (reader!receiving), hidden relationship, praise, sweet ending, not proofread

OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated

Since high school you and Shoko were always known as the two girls around jujutsu high. Dare I say, you were the female version of Gojo and Geto. You and Shoko instantly clicked, always joking and laughing, messing around with Geto and Gojo just for the fun of it. Sometimes, you two would sneak around behind the school to share a cigarette. It wasn’t until both of you graduated that you ended up finding her attractive. She grew her hair out longer, started embracing her role in the jujutsu society and you’d always steal glances from her.

The accidental hand touching as she breezed past you, the little smirks she’d give you across the room when a higher up was yapping her ear off. It was until about 4 years of yearning that both of you finally caught the hint. Well, you caught the hint. Shoko always had a thing for you, at least that’s what you found out when she was knuckles deep in your pussy.

“I’ve always liked you, y/n.” She smiled against your skin, pressing a kiss to your cheek. Her fingers massaged your g-spot as she whispered in your ear. “I was starting to think that maybe you didn’t like me back, you know? But now look at you,” she chuckled, turning her gaze toward your sopping pussy.

One hookup led to two and then another and then another. You and Shoko became absolutely addicted to each other. It got to the point where you couldn’t even make yourself cum if you weren’t thinking about her. Sometimes you’d even call her late hours in the night just to hear her voice, asking her to help you cum.

“You’re so close aren’t you, baby?” She cooed. “You need my help, huh? Yeah?” She smiled to herself as she heard you whimper out her name. “Facetime me, I wanna watch.” In just mere second you were facetiming her while she sat at her desk going over some stupid paper work that she couldn’t care less about right now. “Look at how fucking wet you are because of me. Go ahead and keep rubbing your clit. Get right on the fucking edge.”

Each time, you came so hard just because of her. You wanted more and more each time, wanted to show her how much you needed her right there with you.

Each time you, her, Geto, and Gojo hung out, it was almost like nothing ever happened. The boys never became suspicious of anything because you and Shoko kept treating each other like you have all those past years. Like friends. Talking about the latest fashion, that new movie with the controversial actor, complaining about your job, things that friends would normally talk about.

But later on, you’d drive to the middle of an empty field, too eager to make it back to the house, her mouth around your nipples, licking, sucking and biting while you moaned and whimpered like a bitch in heat. “You looked so pretty in this skirt today.” She smile up at you, pecking your lips.

“I wore it for you,” you muttered between moans.

“Yeah? How thoughtful of you to give me easy access to this pretty pussy.” She sloppily kissed between your breasts and down your stomach while her fingertips pulled at the hem of your panties.

“Sho, what if someone catches us out—mmmph—here!” You sit up on your elbows, breathing heavily as she tosses your panties on the car floor and pushes your skirt up. She completely ignores your question, laying her tongue flat on your clit. “Oh fuckkk.” And suddenly all your worries went away.

Recently, all the jujustu sorcerers and anyone involved in the jujustu society were invited to a party. Of course you had to go and everyone else as well despite you lacking the energy to stand around and talk to people you didn’t know all day.

When you arrived, you hung out with your usual group. People you went to high school with. Geto, Gojo, Nanami, Haibara, Utahime, and of course Shoko. You damn near choked on your drink when she walked through the doors. Her makeup looked like it prepared by the gods and her dress hugged her figure so good it felt like your eyes were about to pop out of your head if your stared too long.

Shoko could say the same about you, the color you were wearing complimented your skin tone perfectly and gloss that made your lips shine under the light had her wanting to kiss and bite them right then and there. “Hey guys!” She simply greeted.

Hours went by already, boredom plaguing your mind as you watched Geto and Gojo act a fool on the dance floor, drunk out of there minds. Nanami had snuck out early, which you can’t blame him for. Haibara was chatting it up with Utahime in a corner for seemed like an hour now and that only left you and Shoko.

“Having fun?” She leaned towards you, sipping from her glass.

“No. My feet are killing me and this dress is too damn tight.” You shifted in the fabric, gripping your champagne glass tighter. You could feel her eyes rake over your entire body, but dare didn’t turn in her direction.

“Your ass looks great by the way. Maybe I’ll help you get out that dress later tonight?” She raised a brow, waiting for a response.

“Shoko, hush!” You looked around the room to see if anyone had heard which made her laugh.

“Who gives a fuck if anyone hears. Two girls fucking, so what? People need to get with the times.” She shook her head. “They’re missing out.” A sigh left her lips.

“What are you saying?” A smirked tugged at the corner of your lips as you leaned against the bar.

“I’m saying, you’re great in bed, hot stuff. We’ve been having sex for what…? 2 years now?” She reached into her clutch, pulling out a cigarette and a lighter. “Wanna smoke?” She nodded her head in the direction of the balcony.

“Fuck it.” You two both walked outside, the music playing over the speakers began fading, replaced with the annoying sounds of crickets and the occasional owl hooting somewhere in the trees. She lit the cigarette, taking the first drag before handing it over to you.

“So how long are we gonna keep up this ‘just friends’ act, huh?” She asked, watching you blow out the excess smoke. “We’re nearly together every day, fucking every week, if not every day.” She grabs the cigarette from between your fingers.

“Are you saying you wanna date me, Ieri Shoko?” You tease, smiling at her. “The Ieiri Shoko wants to date someone? I thought you didn’t like labels?”

“Oh fuck off,” she laughed, waving her hand at you. “Yeah, yeah, I said what I said, but can a girl not change her mind?” She turned to look at you, her eyes boring into yours as she put out the cigarette, tossing it. You looked away nervously, smiling down at the floor. “How about we say fuck this party and go back to mine, huh? Maybe it’ll help you think of an answer.”

As soon as you and Shoko made it to her apartment, you couldn’t keep your hands off each other. She messily kissed you, hastily pulling down the straps of your dress while kicking her heels off and tossing her clutch to the floor. “I want you so fucking bad, all of the time,” she said between kisses.

Within minutes you were on her bed, sitting between her legs as she had a vibrator pressed to your pussy, her other hand twisting and pulling at your hard nipples. “Fuckkk, Shoko!” You gasped, legs twitching as the waves of pleasure shooting through your body. “I’m gonna fucking cum!” You moan.

She rubbed the vibrator up and down your clit, massaging it into your poor, sensitive pussy. “Getting desperate, baby?” She craned her neck down, her lips connecting with yours, kissing you with such fervor. You grinded your hips into the vibrator, moaning into her mouth as you felt your orgasm approaching quickly. She pulled away from the kiss, spit connecting to both of your lips as she stared into your eyes with such lust and desire. “You cumming? Yeah? Yeah, there you go let it out. Yes!” She smiled, lifting her head to watch how your body writhed above her and your heavenly moans bounced off the walls of her bedroom.

She turned off the vibrator, tossing it to the side. Her fingers grazed over your pussy, tapping it lightly, hearing your wetness as you begged to be fucked. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful.” She kissed down your neck, teasing your entrance with her fingers, pushing them in and out slowly.

“You’re such a fucking tease,” you breathy chuckle.

“Oh, yeah? I can show you a tease.” She began reaching into her beside drawer.

“No, no! I was kidding!” You laugh, pulling her arm back. “Come here.” You gather strength to sit upright, facing towards her. Her cheeks are tinted pink and her skin was glowing under the light. “I think you’re beautiful too.” You cup her face in your hands.

“Getting all sappy on me now?” She pulled you onto her lap so you were straddling her.

“Shut up.” You roll your eyes, smiling as you leaned into the kiss. This time it wasn’t rushed or sloppy. You felt every moment, every movement, and every thought. Shoko deepened the kiss, pulling you closer against her chest, hugging you tighter. Your tongues moved against each other slowly, biting and sucking on her bottom lip before pulling away. “I like doing this with you.”

“Yeah?” She asked, you nod in return. “Does that mean what I think it means?” She dragged her index finger along your jaw.

“If we’re talking about the same thing, then yes—mmph!” She kissed you again with so much force, your back hit the plush comforter beneath you.

“I’m even more turned on knowing you’re mine now. Fuck me,” she said in disbelief.

“Well who said we had to stop?” You bite your lip, sitting up on your elbows. Shoko stared at you for few seconds and without saying a word, her hands gravitated to your thighs, spreading them apart, wasting zero time in putting her face in your pussy. A small gasp escapes your throat when she gently kisses your clit, the tip of her tongue rolling it in circles. “God, Sho!” You fall back on the bed, stuck in the blissful headspace.

The flat of her tongue works its way through your soppy folds, licking up your juices and tasting them on her tongue. She watches the way your face contorts in pleasure, your hands reaching up to play with your tits, pulling at your taut nipples. She sucks on your clit for little, earning a high pitched moan from you, smirking at your reaction. She knows how sensitive it still must be.

“Pussy tastes so good, baby. Mmm,” she moans, slurping on your clit and your folds, spitting directly onto your cunt before licking it back up again.

“Yes, yes, just like that!” You nod, biting down on your lip as you watch the way she eats your pussy like a pro. “Feels so fucking good.” Your toes curl as you hook your hands under your legs, pulling them back farther. “Yes, fuck!” Your eyes roll back when she pulls back the hood your clit, exposing it which made all the more difference.

“Play with those pretty tits for me, baby.” She lifts her head to catch her breath, her lips and chin coated in your slick. She looks so fucking good it makes you even more wet. You reach your hand up once more, cupping your breast and pulling at your nipple while she watches with a smile. “Good girl.” He her hot tongue swirls around your swollen clit once more, messily eating your pussy cause that’s how she knows you like it.

“I’m so close, baby, right fucking there, Sho.” Your jaw drops open, your hand finding home in her hair, pushing her face in deeper. “Shit, shit! Yes, I’m so fucking close!” You gasp, rutting your hips against her face like a bitch in heat. Shoko hums in amusement, looking up at you, making direct eye contact, wanting to watch you cum on her tongue. “I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” Your legs shake uncontrollably, grabbing a fistful of her hair tighter as you come undone. Your back into the mattress, still coming down from your orgasm. “Oh fuck,” you breathe.

Shoko finally lifts her head, pleased with herself, the biggest smile on her face. “You still alive, hot stuff?” She hovers over you.

“Barely.” You murmur, looking at her through your hazy state. “How do you always make me cum that hard?” You groaned, chest heaving up and down.

“Um, I have my ways.” She jokes, falling beside you. She softly kisses your shoulder. “Need some water or something?” She asks softly.

“Not right now. I can’t even think straight.” You flip over, facing her.

“I made you cum so hard I rewired your brain? That’s new.” She said with a hint of sarcasm. You playfully shoved her shoulder. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding!” She pulled you in close to her. “So does this mean—”

“That we get to tell Geto and Gojo. Yes. I wouldn’t be surprised if they were also dating each other.” You furrowed your brows at the thought of it.

“You’re oddly right. Gojo was damn near twerking on Geto earlier.” Shoko stared up at the ceiling, running her fingers over your skin.

“Wait, really?!” You asked with sudden surprise.

“You didn’t see? Geto got real close behind Gojo. One inch more and boom! Contact.” Shoko nodded, trying to hold in her laugh.

You couldn’t help but burst into laughter at the thought of Gojo twerking especially on Geto. “Oh my gosh! Just imagine Gojo throwing it back for Geto!” You cackled, Shoko laughing in return.

“Oh no! Do not put that image in my mind!” She cringed, clenching her eyes shut.

“Maybe Geto slips him a twenty for a lap dance. You never know,” you roll over laughing, barely able to breathe.

“Oh my goodness! Shut up!” Shoko covers her mouth, pushing you away from her. “Stop! I can’t!”

“Okay, okay,” you breathe heavily, scooting closer to her again. “I’ll stop.” You rest your head on her shoulder again.

She kisses the top of your head. “I love this. I’ll never get tired of it. The laughs, the sex, your warmth, your smile. You.”You sit up to look at her with a complex expression. “What?”

“Since when did you get all poetic with your words? I guess the sex must’ve rewired your brain too—” Shoko rolls her eyes at your words, covering your mouth with her hand.

“I try to be all lovey dovey and this is what I get? Sickening.”

[wheneverfeasible]

It had just been a joke.

He’d been bleeding out, dying, the pain from the demobat bites fading as that unending cold started to seep into his limbs. He was dying and Dustin was crying over him and he didn’t want to say goodbye but what else was there to do?

Pounding footfalls and then Steve and Nancy and Robin were skidding to his side amongst the fallen demobats and Steve was telling him to hang on, to not die, that they were there. Nancy and Robin were tearing garments to wrap around his bites but he didn’t care overly much, figuring it was for nothing. Instead, he was focused on Steve’s hand in his, pleading with him to hold on, and it was clearly just him babbling, but he’d said he’d do anything Eddie wanted if he just hung on.

And really, what better time to come out as gay to your crush than on your deathbed? Or, death-patch-of-dirt anyways.

“Go on a date with me then, Harrington,” he coughed out, choking on blood that splattered on his chin. Sexy.

Steve was noticeably shocked, and confused, but he gamely agreed if Eddie just promised not to die. Eddie blacked out with a grin on his face. He’d thought that was it, thought it was all over, except then he started feeling pain again. Which fucking sucked. Kind of rude to feel pain in death, unless Hawkins had been right and he was in Hell now. Bummer.

But then he heard the beeping, felt the cold air being forced into his nostrils, and he blinked open eyes that felt glued shut. Things were all woozy and fuzzy, but he saw big brown eyes staring at him and a smile he’d never thought he’d see directed at him of all people, and Steve was holding his hand again and that was nice.

Apparently he’d been in a coma for a month. Hilarious.

Steve had told him he’d been begging him to wake back up, they all were, and Eddie was high enough on pain killers to tease, “Didn’t think I’d let you out of our date that easily did you, big boy?”

He’d fallen back asleep almost immediately afterwards, so he didn’t get to see Steve’s reaction to that one, which was probably for the best, all things considered. Except Steve kept coming back, and he kept up the joke about taking Eddie on a date once he was better, even using it as encouragement when Eddie wanted to just give up and die from the pain he was in due to the multiple surgeries he was recovering from and undergoing.

Despite all that, he slowly but surely healed, able to finally move into the small house the government’s hush money had bought for them with Wayne after they also got him cleared of all charges yadda yadda yadda. Pretty sick deal, all things considered. All it took was being framed for multiple murders done by a psychotic supervillain and nearly mauled to death by demon bats. Easy peasy.

When Steve had given him a time and date for their supposed date, Eddie was just happy that the guy was able to joke about it with him instead of freaking out in typical Straight Jock. Steve apparently acknowledged his crush and still wanted to be friends, which was better than he could hope for. Or so he thought.

Because there was Steve, on his front porch, flowers in hand and looking far spiffier than Eddie ever recalled him looking like before. It looked like he’d even gotten a haircut. Good lord.

And it was amusing really, truly it was funny how far Steve was willing to take the joke, but something broke inside Eddie too because he was For Real Super Gay For Steve Harrington, but for Steve it was Just A Joke. And Eddie couldn’t take it anymore.

He snapped, hurt by his feelings not being taken seriously, and ranted about ex-jocks and pretty straight boys who treated being queer like a joke. Though Steve looked shocked at first, he ended up just looking amused by the end, which annoyed Eddie further. He was just about to enter another diatribe when Steve cut him off with a simple sentence that took all the wind out of his sails and left him gaping like a fish.

“Thanks for calling me pretty, but I’m actually bisexual.”

Eddie blinked. Steve smiled. Flowers were pressed into his hand.

“Now, the only joke around here is thinking my date can wear sweatpants to our dinner reservations, so go change into something appropriate, Munson. Honestly.”

As Eddie was ushered to his bedroom to change into something more fitting than stained and holey sweatpants, he tried to figure out where he had, in fact, lost the narrative. Because it had just been a joke.

But somehow he had ended up with a first kiss, a real life boyfriend, and a happily ever after he never would have expected. Go figure.

[anas-aspiration]

Silence & the bedroom.

Summary: toxic!ellie x reader, You recently decided to keep distance from your situationship because of how she treated you. Ellie uses the fact that you’re heartbroken to get into your pants and it works.

Warnings: dildo (r!receiving), oral (r! Receiving), masturbation (e!receiving), making out, manipulation from ellie, kind of virginity loss (r!receiving) ellie kinda rough.

Taglist hehe: @clairoscharm

"You know she doesn't love you, right?" Ellie said, looking deep into your eyes.

You became silent. She said it so confidently it was almost like you're the weird one for thinking it was a bold thing to ask. Her hand lay on your thigh, drawing small shapes around your soft skin anticipating your answer. Even though you both had been best friends for years, it had still been the first time Ellie said anything of that nature to you.

"Um, well..." you sank further into the bed, searching your mind for a way to answer her question, because the truth is that you really don't know.

"It's okay..It's hard when someone treats you like that." She spoke softly, putting her hand up to your cheek.

"Yeah, it fucking sucked. Who the fuck leaves someone in the dark like that?” You began tearing up. “I felt like nothing.”

“Babe, you are not nothing. I love you.” She said, taking your face in both hands.

“I love you too Ellie.” Your expression lifted.

There was a quiet moment filled with tension between the two of you. With every second passed you both inched closer to each other, without a word exchanged, and your lips locked.

Her hands fell from your face down to your sides. She was moving quickly. The kiss deepened and she took your hand in hers leading it to your shorts which was her way of telling you to take them off. You backed out of the kiss, hands still frozen in place.

“What are we doing?” You whispered.

“You need this baby. Don’t you want to feel loved?”

Your eyes gave a blank expression, but you nodded. Time blurred in your dazed little head. The only things you were aware of now were Ellies hands on you and the ache in your heart, and she could tell because of the way your eyelids drooped at each lick of her tongue that you were hers now.

“Ellie..” You moaned out while arching your back into her.

“I know baby..” she mumbled softly between your thighs. She knew everything, about you, about this situation, she held the cards. She was well aware that you never gotten exactly this far with anyone else. You never liked anyone enough to bother. “Mm baby?”

You lifted your head off the pillows to look at her, your expression turning euphoric at the sight of her below you continuing to work at you between words.

“Do you think you can take a little more?“ She looked at you with puppy dog eyes. “For me?”

“Yes yes. Please.” You pleaded.

She took her fingers out of you, causing your breath to become shallow. She quickly returned from her closet with a pink dido. She tapped your lips twice.

“Open.”

You complied.

She didn’t waste a second teasing or even preparing you before she went as far into your throat as she could. She did give you a second to breathe after this but then continued at a steady pace, earning sweet gagging sounds from you. She slipped a hand into her pajama pants so swiftly it almost didn’t catch your attention. You could already hear how wet she was, had you wondering how long she had this planned. The whole night?

She finally let you breathe, dragging the dildo down past your stomach and to your slit. Your heart was racing, but you kept a brave face without struggle.

You winced as she brought it inside of you yet adjusted to the stretch in seconds. It wasn’t long before she found a rhythm pumping her fingers into herself while also handling you.

“Fuck, you’re ughh- so beautiful like this.” She groaned above you.

All you could do was stare up at her, yearning for something you were already receiving. It felt like something was missing. She was sitting with one leg under the other, hand still pumping underneath her boxers, and on her face she wore this expression telling you she was close. She began bucking into her palm, causing you to meet her pace with your hips.

“I’m close..” you mumbled.

She didn’t respond, looking like she wasn’t even acknowledging your presence rather trying to chase her high. With a fee more pumps, she Let out a lengthy moan, pushing the dildo far as she could into you by reflex, and causing you to come with her. There was a few moments of heavy breathing between the two of you, and that aching feeling in your heart disappeared. The feeling had gradually faded, and as you opened your eyes, you saw Ellie avoiding your gaze, regret etched across her face. Your heart sank even deeper than it had been before.

A/n! I decided to make it just toxic ellie instead of toxic ex ellie. Also feel like this wasn’t toxic enough for some people cause other drabbles be literally insaneee, but whatever. Hope you liked it😊 and if you have any ideas request them I will like 99% do them and quick.

[mangosrar]

call it closure

chris sturniolo x fem reader.

long asf. smut. filth. sexy chris 😛😛😛

your relationship with chris had always been complicated, a will they wont they sort of thing. you both loved eachother, that was obvious, yes you were his, but he wasnt yours.

you both decided friends with benefits would be the best option. well for him. part of you agreed just so you could play pretend, trick yourself into thinking you had him, and you knew nothing lasted forever, but he fooled you for a while.

everyone knew chris had major commitment issues, but you just didnt understand. he treated you like the only girl ever behind closed doors, but the second anyone else was around, he would drop your hand.

you thought this would be fine, you had him, you had him to yourself and that was all that mattered. until you realised you didnt. he had you eating out the palm of his hand on complete puppet strings. he said jump and you asked how high. you had fallen down a dangerous rabbit hole, and the only way to escape was to drive a knife straight through the heart of whatever it was you and chris had.

flashback.

the house was the quietest youve ever heard it. matt and nick were out so chris had invited you over to smoke with him but you were pretty sure he had over done it because he had gone completely none verbal and just started staring at the wall. he was slouched down on the couch with his feet up on the coffee table and his hands in his lap. you were too, slouched down on the couch with your knees up. he took a deep breath in before breaking the silence.

"do you think were soulmates in every universe?" he said. not moving his eyes from the spot on the wall. you could have cried right there and then, feeling a deep aching pain bloom in your chest from his words. you hated how he was so absentmindedly killing you.

there was an abundant pause and a thick tension gathered in the air, you wondered if chris could feel it too.

"are we even soulmates in this one?" your voice was so quiet and soft you weren’t sure he even heard you, until he let out a frustrated sigh before bringing a hand up to his face and pinching the bridge of his nose.

"come on y/n dont start this shit now" his voice was harsh. he kept his eyes closed waiting for you to drop it, like you did every time, but you werent sure how much longer you could carry on like this.

"what chris? im being serious, i dont even know what this is anymore, you treat me like im everything one minute and then act like you couldnt care less is i fucking live or die the next!" you let your feet fall and land on the floor as you sat up and turned to face him.

"you know thats not true" he took his hand off of his face and let it rest in the air. his eyes still closed.

"do i?" your voice was quiet and broken. this was draining. the heavy presence of the fact he wasnt truly yours was sucking the life out of you. he opened his eyes and looked at you.

"we both agreed to do this y/n you cant put all of this on me" he sat up and rested his elbows on his knees, clasping his hands together and staring at you intensely.

there was a pregnant pause, he was waiting for you to defend yourself, or at least try to argue his point, but you couldnt, he was right, to a certain degree. yes you had both agreed to friends with benefits but you hadnt agreed to being hopelessly in love with someone who only reciprocated those feelings in the dark.

you dropped yours eyes, tearing them away from his and letting them linger on his hands before taking a deep breath in.

"i cant carry on like this, its killing me." he tried to cut you off momentarily but you held a hand up, stopping him. "i wont beg for you to love me anymore chris, because i know that somewhere deep down you really do". he said nothing as he stared at you. he was completely speechless. he felt that pain, just like you did, deep in his bones. you searched his eyes for something, anything, a sign that you were lying and just embarrassing yourself, a sign that told you he wasnt at all affected by this, any sense of doubt. you found nothing.

and with that, you left. you got up and walked out of that house, leaving chris to sit there and regret every singe life decision that had got him to this point, but he didnt come after you, he didnt try to stop you, he didnt try to change your mind and thats what stung the most.

end of flashback.

"im going to pack the car so everyone bring your bags down!" chris shouted from the bottom of the stairs.

you pulled the zipper closed on the bag before taking your phone off the bed and making your way downstairs, nick following close behind you. you didnt even look up at chris. you couldnt, you wanted to take complete advantage of the short amount of time you had left to distance yourself from him as much as possible.

it had been about 3 months since you walked out on chris, you hadnt spoke at all, he hadnt tried and neither had you, both of you just accepting fate and trying to move on, but considering the fact his two brothers were your best friends and you practically lived at their house with how much you were over, it was proving to be quite the challenge.

you just politely dropped your bag at his feet and scurried off into the kitchen, bumping into matt.

"you want me to drive the first or second half?" you asked. considering you were the only two that could drive, you insisted you would split it.

"i dont mind but, you sure you wanna have to sit next to chris for that long?" he lowered his voice slightly, his eyes darting to chris who was grabbing all the bags behind you, as his face scrunched up slightly. you glanced over your shoulder at him briefly before crossing your arms over your chest and shrugging.

"its okay, he wont talk to me anyways" you let out a pathetic laugh through your nose, trying to make the situation a little light hearted and a lot less embarrassing. matt obviously picked up on this but was kind enough to ignore it.

"ill do the first half, he will probably fall asleep by the time we swap anyway" he patted your shoulder and you nodded as he made a bee line for the front door.

matt and nick were probably the worst part of this whole situation. they were stuck smack bang in the middle of this pandemonium. of course they both knew what had happened but they gave you the courtesy of separating you and chris with you and them and decided to move past it. you and chris were both aware of how awkward it was for them, and thankfully, he was mature enough to not kick up a big fuss every time you were around. you hadnt spoken at all since that night, only the odd flash of a smile sent each others way when you crossed paths and that was rare, so when nick invited you on their weekend get away to a cabin in the middle of no where with them, you were obviously delighted.

the drive was excruciating. if it wasnt matt and nick arguing it was chriss shitty trap music playing or the gps redirecting you. while you were driving up front chris hadnt even spared you a glance, he didnt utter a single word to you the whole time.

part of you was grateful but another part of you wished he would have, selfishly, so you could just get over it and enjoy your weekend, but nothing was enjoyable anymore as long as chris was around.

"i call the double bed" chris yelled, running through the house.

"y/n theres a room with two singles, wanna bunk with me?" nick asked, slipping his backpack off of his shoulders.

"sure" you nodded, before making your way to the room, setting your bag down and plopping on the bed with a huff, matt trailed in behind you, with your suitcase.

"come on grouchy pants, were gonna have funnnn" he said swatting your leg that was dangling off the edge of the bed.

"i need at least 3-5 business days to recover from being within a 1 mile radius of chris for longer than 30 seconds" you let out a breath as you looked over to matt who was leaning on the door frame with his arms folded over his chest.

"that bad?" he raised his eyebrows in question.

"that bad" you replied flatley. matt just chuckled and motioned for you to follow him downstairs. you huffed and sat up before stomping down the hall after him.

in all fairness, it hadnt been that bad. the 4 of you had eaten, laughed played games and just had fun, regardless of the hanging tension wedged between you and chris. it was now 11:30 and everyone was asleep, but your mind just couldnt switch off, tossing and turning, checking the clock every 5 minutes. you huffed and looked over at nick who was out like a light. hot tub it is.

"i dont know madi, it just hurts" you spoke.

"has he even tried to talk to you?" she spoke over the phone.

"not one single word, and the thing is i dont know if i wanna strangle him or just kiss his fucking face off" you huffed, readjusting your arms so they were resting on the edge of the hot tub with your phone in your hands, the rest of your body being engulfed by the warm blanket of water.

"im worried my advice is gonna get you in trouble" she laughed, making you blow out a huff of air through your nose.

"it doesnt matter, i cant bring myself to do either" you and madi spoke for a little while longer beofre you wrapped the call up, put your phone on the ground and let your body sink lower into the steaming water until it was resting on your collar bones.

you sighed and let your head fall back, this is what you needed, a relaxing moment, the quiet calm of the night lulling your brain into a state of tranquillity, no matt and nick arguing, no chr-

"cant sleep?" you almost had a heart attack, your body jolted forward as your eyes darted around searching for the body that owned the voice.

"jesus, chris you scared the life out of me, how long have you been sitting there?" your hand rested on your chest, feeling the rapid beat of your heart from being startled. he just stared at you with drooped eyes from his position on the patio chair, opposite the hot tub.

"long enough" he said. his face didnt show any sign of emotion. his stoic expression sending an un willing chill up your spine, despite the warmth of the chlorine filled bubbles around you. chris leaned forward and you swallowed thickly.

"did you mean what you said?" his voice was alot softer and quieter than before, like he was worried you would break at the slight tone of his voice. you couldnt bring your self to look back up at him, he would eat you alive. you paused momentarily, weighing out your options of whether you even wanted to entertain this conversation with him or just cut him dead.

there was no way in hell that you were letting yourself fall back down this slippery slope again, so just like before, you abruptly got up and out of the hot tub, reached for your towel and made your way back inside, without sparing him a glance, keeping your eyes trained to the floor, leaving chris once again, to watch you walk away from him, and all the same, he didnt try to stop you.

"nick open the fucking door!" you whispered loudly. no reply.

resting your forehead against the door, you mentally cursed yourself for even going in the hot tub. you should have stayed in bed and this whole situation would be avoided, chris too. speak of the devil and he shall appear.

"what are you doing?" he stood just beside you with a questioning look on his face.

you huffed, pulling your head back and looking up at him.

"nick locked the door" you sounded so defeated it made his heart beat a little harder in his chest.

"you can come sleep with me, ill take the floor i dont mind" he motioned his head towards his designated bedroom while keeping his eyes trained to yours.

you dropped your head and sighed. how was this happening. you had spent months walking on egg shells, doing everything in your power to stay as far away from him as you could, and now you were forcing him out of his bed so you could sleep there.

he stared at you waiting for your answer. he knew you had no other option, you couldnt sleep on the couch with matt and you were also stood in a wet bikini and a wet towel. be realistic y/n.

"sure, okay" you looked up at him, and his eyes gained a fraction of hope momentarily, before he nodded and started leading you to his room. this was going to be a long night.

"um, i dont.." you paused and cleared your throat. "i dont have anything to wear" chris looked up at you from his position on the bed before his eyes trailed over your body, stood in a towel in the bathroom doorway shifting on your feet, looking like a nervous little girl.

you cleared your throat again, snapping chris out of whatever trance he had gotten into. he stood up and walked over to the dresser at the end of the bed, pulling out one of his t-shirts and a pair of boxers, before padding over to you and handing them over.

"thanks" you smiled.

"no problem" he replied, watching you turn back into the bathroom, slamming the door in his face and leaning against it, you werent sure if this was going to work, your left control was wearing thin.

how had it ended up like this? you tried so hard to have some composure but you couldnt help it, he was shirtless, clad in grey sweatpants hanging dangerously low on his hips, basically inviting you to jump straight on him.

his lips trailed down your neck as his hands ran up your sides, relishing in the feeling of your skin against his after 3 months of complete torture without it.

he brought his lips back up to meet your in a hot and heavy kiss, tongues dancing together, teeth clashing, the works. frantic hands gripping his hair relentlessly, pulling groans from his mouth.

chris brought his hands to the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head and separating the kiss, before diving back in and sucking purple marks into your neck and collarbones, earning breathy whines from you.

there was a moment of hesitation from you as he trailed his hands lower fiddling with the waistband of his boxers that you were wearing.

"chris wait" he halted his movements and brought his face up to yours. god he was making this so hard. he was breathing heavy and his hair was messy from your curious hands, his chain dangling between the two of you.

"we shouldnt be doing this" you shook your head, eyes wide.

"why y/n?" he asked breathlessly.

"because chris" you whined. he knew exactly why. all your hard work of keeping your distance from him had just been thrown into a sweltering ball of gasoline and chris had completely set it alight.

"call it closure" he whispered. he could see the inner turmoil you were facing. you knew you were about to give in, and judging by the smirk growing on his face, so did he.

you pulled his face down to yours again and he hummed into the kiss, the feeling of your lips on his being something no drug could ever amount to.

he continues his trail down your body, leaving wet hot kisses in his trail, keeping his eyes glued to yours. he was dragging this out, savouring the blaze of your touch.

"chris please" you whined.

"what baby? tell me what you want" he spoke in-between leaving kisses on your stomach and thighs.

"just fuck me" that was all he needed to hear before he was yanking your shorts down and doing the same with his own pants and boxers. he was on his knees between your legs, pumping his cock in his hand, eyes wondering over your frame hungrily.

"so pretty" he muttered before brining his lips to yours again and pushing his cock into you, giving you no time to adjust to his size before he was pulling all the way out and slamming back in over and over again. you were already a mess underneath him, mewling and moaning like you would never get the chance again.

"missed you so much baby, so fucking much" chris grunted in-between thrusts before peppering light kisses down the side of your face and neck. you just whined at his words.

his pace was relentless and your hands flew to his back, dragging your nails down his skin, pulling a low "fuck" from chriss lips.

"so good to me y/n, cant believe i ever fucking let you go" he said as he stilled his thrusts and pulled back, sitting on his knees and lifting your legs up to rest on his shoulders, and continuing his thrusts.

you let out a lewd moan at the new angle, hands gripping the bed sheets as chris arms wrapped around your thighs, drilling his cock into you so deep, hitting that spot inside that made you see stars.

"oh fuck chris dont stop" you mewled, letting your head fall back.

his pace became impossibly faster, every single thrust knocking the air out of your lungs.

you were pulsating around him, your high getting closer and closer. chris dropped your legs and doubled over, shoving his head into the crook of your neck with a deep groan.

"fuck y/n i can feel you squeezing me" his words were strangled and breathless. he brought his lips to yours once again but the pleasure was so good and you were so close you couldnt keep up with him, chris noticed this and smirked against your mouth.

"come on sweet girl, give it to me, come all over my cock" he said as he brought his thumb down to rub hard, fast circles over your puffy clit making your back arch even further off the bed.

you let out a strangled moan of his name before being launched into a pool of complete, white ecstasy, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. his thrusts did not falter as he sat up watching you ride out your orgasm with hooded eyes.

“you look so pretty like this ma”

he wasnt far behind, his hips stuttered before he let out a loud whine, followed by a hiss and a string of curses, painting your insides white, sending a few more thrusts, filling you to the brim, before collapsing on top of you.

the two of you were sweating and panting, both completely silent, just relishing in the feeling of the post sex haze. your hands come up to his hair and you ran your fingers through it soothingly.

he planted a soft kiss to your collarbone before bringing his face up so he was eye level with you. his eyes trailed over your face, creating a memory and he took a deep breath in before speaking.

"i do love you”.

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[tyunniez]

lollipop... bttm male reader.

!!.. amab reader, reader has oral fixation, top is kinda mean, reader gives head, cockwarming at start...

his eyes lingered on your lips as he watched you lick your popsicle a little too.. good.

the way your tongue licked the popsicle skillfully, not a single drop dripping down your chin.

you however noticed the staring and quirked an eyebrow at your friend's weird look. " you sure are good at licking that popsicle "

you choked and pulled the frozen treat out of your mouth. you glared at him as your face heated up. " i'm going to shove this popsicle up your ass, pervert! "

he only smirked " don't threaten me with a good time.. " he lazily replied while continuing to eat his ice cream.

" weirdo... " you whispered under your breath.

after that little incident, you couldn't help but keep eating anything that required some form of licking or sucking around him. making it look more sexual every time as a way to say something.

a week had passed since that incident that caused you to drop more and more sexual hints towards him.

you sat down next to him as you adored a lollipop in your mouth. you started to suck that lollipop a little too enthusiastically which earned you a look from him.

" i hope your teeth fall off from all those sweets you've been eating. " he snarkily said to you before returning his attention to his phone.

you side-eyed him and rolled your eyes, obviously frustrated at him not getting a clue at all.

this fucking dumbass.. you got up with a grunt only to be pulled back on the couch by him.

" finish that lollipop and i'll give you something else to suck on. "

never in your life have you ever finished a lollipop in mere seconds.

a grunt left your lips as you looked up at him, your glossy doe eyes filled with nothing but lust.

" shit baby, if i knew this mouth was that good i would've let you suck me off a long time ago. " his voice's a few octaves lower than usual, making your dick tremble in your shorts.

your nipples are hard, the feeling of the cold wind making you shiver a bit.

he strokes your hair, his hand traveling from your soft locks to your cheeks, his finger wiping the tears from your eyes. " y'know, i always knew what you wanted all this time. seeing how desperate you were for me was just so cute.. "

you glare up at him, a bit pissed at how he's been toying with you all this time. " but seeing you so frustrated was just.. " he didn't finish his sentence as it was interrupted by his laugh.

you gag a bit as he forces himself deeper into you, a sick look of pleasure in his eyes as he watches you suffer. oh but he knows, he knows how much you are enjoying this by the tent in your shorts.

your shirt was discarded somewhere a long time ago, your body already filled with bite marks and hickeys from no other than him.

you whined at him, the vibration sending itself straight towards his cock. the stimulation only makes him near.

" alright, alright. since you're so desperate i'll give you what you want. "

he grabs a hold of your hair and began thrusting into you, his cock hitting the back of your throat. the feeling of your mouth being full and the taste of his salty pre cum just making you see stars.

you occasionally lick his bottom side and hollow your cheeks out, in an attempt to make him cum faster and oh, it was working.

" shit baby.. if you keep doing that i might just cum right now. "

and that's exactly what you want as you look up at him, batting your eyelashes as if asking for it.

he smirks and thrusts into you harder, his hips slowly stuttering, nearing his release. " f- fuck.. you better take what i'm giving you, slut. "

his semen shot itself into your throat, painting it white. your eyes roll into the back of your head as you swallow every drop. without even realizing it, your own release comes as you soil your pants.

" bet you fucking love swallowing your own best friend whole huh? " he laughs in your face.

he looks down at you, doting at the sight of you drinking down every drop of him, your own pants wet without him even needing to touch you.

" attaboy. "

[darthannie]

thesis statement

Pairing: professor!Jim x f!reader Summary: You accidentally bump into your Professor, Jim, at a sex shop. Word count: 3.3k Warnings: 18+ please for the love of god, age gap (reader is ~25, Jim is ~45), alcohol consumption (a few sips of wine), kissing, praise, soft dom! Jim kinda, fingering, p in v, Jim takes his time, a smidge of cockwarming, idk what else to put here! a/n: There will probably be a part two where they explore their little arrangement a bit more. Maybe it'll turn into something longer. I love Jim sm. I also want him to FUCK you know. We’ll get there, but I was feeling a lil soft. Also hmmm i wonder why Jim was at the sex shop in the first place.

pt. 2: purpose statement

It was around 5 pm on a Sunday and you were really in need of something new. Very in need. Your old toy just wasn’t cutting it anymore. To remedy this it was time for a trip to Deluxxx, your neighborhood sex shop. Your friend, Nadia, knew someone who worked there and you’d go there for all your wants and needs. You strolled in and gave a wave to the person behind the counter. 

“Hey, David! How’s the shop been treating ya?”

They looked around at the empty shop, “Hey! It’s slow but I can’t complain. What are you in for?” 

You sighed, “You remember that last toy I bought?“ 

”No way, does it suck?! It was so expensive.” 

“No, no it’s great! Gets the job done, waterproof, 10 settings-“ 

“So what’s the problem”, they asked.

You gestured in front of yourself with both hands, “It’s just… a little too small?"

They laughed and threw their head back. “Of course. Well lucky for you we got something new in recently that you might like. It’s in the back aisle, bottom shelf.” 

You thanked them and made your way to the back. You crouched down to find the one David was telling you about. It was definitely bigger than the one you had. And thicker. It didn’t have any extra frills but that wasn’t what you were looking for. You snapped a picture and sent it to Nadia with “new bf” as the caption. You let out a little laugh that was more like an exhale as you got up. Nadia has been nagging you about needing a boyfriend and you said you were just going to buy a new one. You were still looking at your phone as you turned to exit the aisle and bumped into someone. The apology on your lips died as you recognized the person in front of you as Jim, your professor and thesis advisor. 

His jaw went slack for a moment and his eyes widened as he recognized you. You were the last person he’d expect to see there but it wasn’t an unwelcome sight. He enjoyed teaching you, not knowing whether it was your interest in the subject or the fact he thought you were the most beautiful person he had ever seen. He broke eye contact for a moment, scanned your body, took note of the item in your hand, and then met your eyes again. You were suddenly very aware of your surroundings and before anyone could say anything he cleared his throat, said “Excuse me” and walked past you.

You would be lying if you said you didn’t find him attractive and it was becoming clear why you did not have a boyfriend. You wanted him. This wasn’t a new revelation by any means. Nadia was in the same class as you, and she bugged you about it almost daily. You hadn’t expected him to find you in such a vulnerable position. You collected yourself and walked swiftly to the counter and paid. Jim was long gone. You said your goodbyes to David and you texted Nadia to let her know what happened.

She called you almost immediately and opened by saying, “So you know you gotta fuck him now. Like you have to. You don’t have an option. You MUST”. You laughed. There was absolutely no way Jim wanted you. You let her know as much and she disagreed. 

“There’s no way he doesn’t want you. Come on. All the silent stares in class. Asking you to stay after. Constant emailing about things that have nothing to do with class. I mean who just emails their student a TED talk because they thought of them? All signs point to him wanting you. AND what about that one day where you teased him about not having a ring on his finger, and he just said I’m working on it? You know there was this smile he gave you afterward that I don’t think you caught. You were too busy hiding the blush on your face”

“I know I know.” You relented, “I don’t know, it just seems so far-fetched!” 

You knew that was the logical response but something was telling you Nadia was right. He had to have known that his voice sent a shiver down your spine. That you wanted him to take you right there on the table after class. You had caught him staring during class. Maybe she had a point. You couldn’t help but wonder if he really did want you too. 

Later on in the day, you got into the shower. Scalding hot water hit your back. You couldn’t help but recount the events from earlier. He had lingered, looked at the item in your hand, and raised an eyebrow. You would’ve been embarrassed if he didn’t already feel so familiar. 

Soft music played as you lathered a silky body wash along your body. Your mind started to wander, thinking about what it would be like if it were his hands instead of yours. You rinsed off the soap, running your hands over your arms and breasts all while imagining they were his. You turned off the water, dried off, and headed towards the bag you placed on your small table.

You unpackaged your new toy and went back to the bathroom to clean it. Getting back to bed, you lied down and opened up an incognito tab on your phone. You looked for some porn to watch. Once you found an adequate video, you relaxed and continued to watch. The man in the video touched the woman’s body in all the right places. He laid her down and kissed up her thighs before starting to eat her out. This was enough for you to start teasing yourself with the toy, feeling the weight of it on your clit. Suddenly the video was unnecessary. All you could think about was Jim.

You positioned it just right and started to insert it. You gasped as you felt how it stretched you out. This was what you needed. You paused the video, throwing your phone on the side to focus on the task at hand. You put the rest of it inside you and let yourself adjust to the size. You began to move the toy as you thought of him. You wondered if he felt this good. He had to feel better than this. You got off that night thinking about him and only him. When you finally came down from your high you grabbed some water, cleaned your toy, and got straight to bed. 

You didn’t want what happened yesterday to impact your experience in class so you decided to just go on like nothing happened. 

You headed to the bathroom and began going through the movements of the morning. Before you knew it you were by the building where class was held. A bit further down the sidewalk was Jim walking from the opposite direction. The both of you got to the door at the same time. He didn’t say a thing. He just gave you a polite, awkward smile as he opened the door for you. You returned the smile and walked in. Side by side you walked to the classroom. This time you opened the door for him. You watched as he entered and mentally prepared yourself to take a class. It was just the two of you in the room. You sat at the round table with your laptop in front of you trying your best to seem busy.

He broke the silence, “Did you have a nice weekend?”

You summoned a response, “Yes, actually, I was able to spend some time with myself.”

He quipped back, “Oh, I’m sure you were.” 

Your eyes widened trying to process what he said. He let out a light chuckle as another student arrived. The class was full within the next five minutes. Nadia walked in and looked between you and him. She smirked at you. The air was buzzing for the next two hours. You could cut the tension between you two if you tried hard enough. You asked and answered questions like usual. Each time you spoke he paid extra attention to you. When class ended you began gathering your things slowly, hoping you were the last in the class. Nadia leaned over and whispered in your ear, “Just don’t do it by my seat.” You gave her a light slap on the arm and she laughed. Then, it was just you and him. He approached you and spoke softly. 

“Listen, I apologize if I overstepped a boundary with the joke I made earlier. I thought it would help ease the tension if, I don’t know-“ 

“It’s alright, Professor. We’re both mature adults who can bump into each other at a sex shop and move on with our lives.” You got up ready to leave but he spoke.

“Since when am I Professor?”, he asked. 

You looked at him confused. He clarified, “Since when do you call me Professor? You never call me Professor.”

You cleared your throat, “Well I just thought we should reestablish a professional boundary since the- you know. Keep the personal and the professional separate.”

He looked at you, pensive for a moment. He moved a bit closer to you. “Well, what if we don’t keep it separate?” 

Your eyes widened as you realized what was happening. “Are you serious?”

“Very.” He lowered his voice a bit and moved closer. He ran his hand down your arm.  His mouth was now near your ear. There was no chance someone else was going to hear him, but he whispered anyway. “I think you should come over tonight. If you want to.” 

“Yeah, I want to.” You mentally cursed yourself for caving in so quickly.  

“How’s seven?, he asked.

“Seven’s good.” Your head was spinning. This was happening.

“I’ll also need your number so I can send you the address.” He handed you his phone with a new contact page open. You entered it in, gave him a shy smile, and turned to leave.

He grabbed your wrist before you were able to move away from him. “By the way, leave your new purchase at home. You’re not going to need it.” 

Summoning some courage, you leaned in to kiss him. He didn’t close the gap all the way. “Let’s save it for tonight.”, he said as he pulled away. He gathered his things without looking at you and left. 

When you returned home you threw your stuff down and immediately called Nadia. “I KNEW IT!" she yelled. “I KNEW that’s why you hung back. God, it was so tense between you two.”

“You could tell?” You didn’t think it was that obvious until she chuckled and said that everyone could tell. The rest of the conversation consisted of Nadia giving you a pep talk and making her promise you’d tell her everything.  

As time passed you got more nervous. Around six you received a text from him telling you to wear something comfortable, along with his address. You sent a very quick response and, per his request, put on something comfortable. It would end up on the floor anyway. He didn’t live very far from you, which was lucky. You wondered if this would be a one-time thing. What would class be like now? I graduate soon anyway, you thought. If this all went south you could just forget it happened. You got to his apartment a couple of minutes before 7 and he let you up. When you got to the door you knocked twice and waited.

You’d never seen him so casual and… nervous. “Please, come in! You can put your things wherever you’d like,” he said. 

You looked around at his apartment. You could tell a professor lived there. Bookshelves lined the walls. On the dining table, there was a bottle of wine with two glasses. You put down your bag near the door. You didn’t know what to do with your hands. He noticed your apprehension. 

“Do you like wine? I got a nice Malbec after class today. Thought we could crack open a bottle.” 

“Yes, I’d like that very much.”

“Nerves?”

“Yeah.”, you confirmed.

“Me too. But, uh, there’s nothing to be nervous about. It’s just me.”

He smiled and the tension in your body slipped away. It was replaced by a sense of calm. Jim was letting you into his home, and into his life. You sat down at the table and he removed the cord from the bottle. You watched his hands work, feeling eager to get them on you. But that had to wait, he was about to take his time. He poured you and himself a glass. You sat across from him and took a sip, hoping its effects would be immediate. 

“I’m glad you came. You know, I thought you’d think I was too old for you.” And he might’ve been. Twenty years was a healthy gap but it wasn’t anything you wouldn’t indulge in. Hell, if you could, you’d date him. 

“Not at all.” You replied. “I can’t lie, I’ve been thinking about it all year.”

“About what?”, he pushed.

“About… seeing you.”

“You can say it.” He noticed your blush. 

“I want to hear you say it.”, he egged you on.

You sighed, trying to muster up the words. “I’ve been thinking about… being with you all year.”

“And doing what?”, he took another sip of his wine and raised an eyebrow. “Do you want me to say it?”

“Yes.”, There was no way you would be able to admit it to him fully.

“You want your professor to fuck you. You want me to take you to my room, undress you, and take care of you better than anyone ever has.”

Your face was red. “Yeah, that pretty much sums it up.” You drank from your glass. 

“Come here.”, he spoke softly and you got up. “Straddle me, love.” 

You sat on his lap and he looked up at you, grinning ear to ear. He brought his hand up to your neck and pulled you down to kiss him. It was brief. He pulled away and looked into your eyes. Then he kissed you again. And, again. Then, he started kissing your neck. You couldn’t help but let out a small moan as you felt him getting hard underneath you. He kissed and nipped at your skin. His hands reached the hem of your shirt and he pulled it off before you could register it happening. Once it did, you helped him out of his. 

He tapped your ass a couple times, silently saying get up. He walked you backward and pushed you up against a nearby wall. He started removing a bra strap, but you stopped him.

“Well don’t get shy on me now.”, he chuckled. “Come.” He reached out his hand and you grabbed it. He led you down the hall to his bedroom and you sat down on the bed. You took your cues from him. As he started to lean over, you began to lay down. His hand was unhooking your bra with one hand. He was finicking with it and after a few moments, it was off. The cool air hitting your nipples caused them to rise. Jim kissed you again, then kissed down your neck, and finally put his hands on you. He licked, sucked, and grabbed your breasts. 

“You’re so beautiful. Even more gorgeous than I could have imagined. Baby, I need to taste you.” 

You wanted to protest but your pants were already coming off. Your panties followed. He groaned, “Fuck, baby, all this for me?

Before you could respond he kissed the inside of your thigh, then down, down, down until he reached your pussy. You were so wet for him already. He used his fingers first, wanting to feel you first. 

“You always get this wet for your Professor?”

“Yes.”, you responded breathlessly. His fingers were moving in and out of you. Slowly at first and then faster. He hit that perfect spot each time. Then he added his mouth. This time he didn’t go slow. He was licking and sucking on your clit. You moaned out his name and he smiled. He ate you out like his life depended on it. No one had ever done this to you. No one had ever paid this much attention to your body. You were a whimpering mess. His hand found its way back to your nipple, rolling it between his fingers. He then squeezed, hard, which made you load loudly. 

“Please Jim, I’m gonna cum.”, you plead. 

 He got you close to the edge and then pulled away. You whimpered at the loss of him. “Please, keep going.”

“No, if you’re gonna cum, I’m gonna be inside of you.” He took off the rest of his clothing. You moaned at the sight of him. He was right. You would never need the toy again. You couldn’t wait for him to be inside of you. He knew this and instead decided to tease you with his cock. He dragged it along you and tapped your clit the same way you did with your toy at home. Only this was a hundred times better.  

He nipped at your ear and whispered. “You really want it, huh?”

“Yes,” you begged “It’s all I want.” 

He grinned and entered you slowly and without warning. Your jaw dropped slightly. You couldn’t even make a sound, you were too busy with the feeling of him filling you up entirely. He let out a sigh and grabbed your chin.

“Look at me. Open your eyes. Look at me while I fuck you.” You did as he said. He started to pick up the pace. He was making this intimate. He caressed your face and made almost as much noise as you did. “Good girl. You’re such a good girl, following directions. Ready for another one?” You nodded. 

“Get on top. Sit down on my cock.” You started moving before he even finished his sentence. There was no room for shyness anymore. He sat up against the headboard as you sunk down on him; the new angle was doing wonders for the both of you. He thrusted up, wanting to feel more of you. He held you close to him as you began to ride him. 

“You sure know how to treat a girl, Professor.”, you said breathlessly.

He chuckled and kissed you. “You sure know how to treat your Professor. You’re being so good for me. Such a good girl.”

His hand found its way back to your clit, his thumb rubbing circles. He wanted to make sure you came first.

And you did.

It came in waves. You felt it build up and told him you were close. Then, you fell apart. You pulled him close and kissed him passionately. He wrapped his arms around you and whispered sweet nothings in your ear as you came. 

“That’s it, baby. So, so good for me. God, such a pretty little thing.“ He took control, holding you up and thrusting into you. The sensation was almost too much to bear. 

“Where do you want it.”, he asked.

“Inside. Please. I’m on the-“

“Are you sure, love?” You could tell he couldn’t wait any longer. 

You begged, “Yes. Yes, I am, just please cum inside me.”

And he did.

He filled you to the brim. You felt him twitch inside of you as his hips stuttered. He held onto you so tightly you were sure it would leave marks. You were both breathing hard. He stayed inside of you and held you against him. He put his forehead against yours as you regained your breath. 

He kissed you again, this time not wanting to pull away. But, you did. You pulled yourself off of him and laid down as the realization of what you did started sinking in. He lied down next to you and stared at the ceiling.

Silence. And after a few moments, you turned your head and spoke.

“So, is this it?” It came out more timid than you would have liked it to. 

He gave you a look you couldn’t quite place and after a moment he said, “Oh, love, you’re mine now.”

[choerrysjubiles]

Treating My Baby

pairing: sungchan x fem!reader

warning: smut! dom!reader, mentions of reader being feminine and small, protected and unprotected sex, <- creampie, playing with HIS tits, cum eating, i talk a bit abt spit, couch sex lets go!!!! also brief mentions of food once (not sexual)

wc: 2.7k

a/n: I am very normal about sungchan :}

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Sungchan was undeniably masculine. He was terribly tall, muscular, and charismatic like no one else. He was strong and enjoyed being manly; he worked out and cared for both his fitness and physique.

He was playful and rather dominant around anyone: taking the lead wherever he went, play fighting with people, pretending he's losing some strength match before easily overpowering them.

It just made sense that such a masculine man got with a feminine woman. Sungchan was both wider and taller than you, he easily picked you up, you two were the perfect couple for the title of "Heteronormativity."

Sungchan's friends friends rarely pried into his sexual life with you, they were so sure he's the dominant one and you were the submissive one. Even if it wasn't true, it's so easy for Sungchan to overpower his friends, let alone his girlfriend. Why wouldn't he be the top?

Every now and then, they'd get a detail or two from Sungchan, nothing big, either "Last night was a little crazy," or "She had a rough day earlier so I'm more sore."

Spend even a bit of time with you two, anyone could see how textbook straight you looked.

And you thrived on that.

There was a thrill in knowing how they viewed your relationship. Sure you're shorter and weaker, doesn't mean you couldn't overtake Sungchan in bed. When he's hot and needy, sweating as he's rutting his hips into your thigh as you're sucking hickeys along his pecs. He became so malleable and obedient. Perfectly melting beneath your figure as you teased him.

There was a relief in knowing the silence agreement of keeping these moments to yourselves. Not everything had to be open, not even to close friends. Knowing that Sungchan can be his strong, dominant self among his boys and come home to get absolutely fucked by you made your confidence grow. You felt pride, even.

It wasn't always like this. Sungchan was the dominant one in your relationship, hell, he still is. You were just more reserved with it. Sungchan is bold and open about himself, while you were calm and collected. You paired well by being so different.

You can still remember how your dynamic changed.

Sungchan came home from work, exhausted but needy, while you were pent up from a coworker getting on your ass all day.

Laying in your usual missionary position, you had to admit you were enjoying the feeling of dick splitting you open. Sungchan always had a faster, stronger thrust when fucking you but it became tiring quickly.

Adjusting around, he offered spooning to continue.

"Don't worry, let me help you." You offered.

Sungchan rubbed your hip, "I don't want you to work too hard, you had a bad day."

Sighing in frustration, you climbed on top of Sungchan and began grinding your wet core along his length. His hands gripped your hips tighter, he let out a loud gasp of him suck in air.

Aligning his dick to your core, "I did have a bad day so let me do this."

Your voice was harsh. Far harsher than you expected but that bitch of a coworker kept irritating you. All day she was nagging you for this or that or something not done right. You needed to let out some form of frustration.

Sungchan began falling apart as you bounced on him. He felt even larger in this position, perfectly filling you up to your brim. Sungchan gripped onto you as he let moans roll out of him. Your pussy felt so much tighter, dragging along his length in a fast, harsh rhythm. His head never stayed in one spot, pushing against the pillow before snapping up to see you pussy squelch around him, moving his head to the side before looking up at you.

His cheeks were flushed, eyebrows knit together as Sungchan felt himself overwhelmed with pleasure. You didn't even notice, too determined to get yourself off. Watching Sungchan sprawl around below as he was coming undone.

"Fuck, fuck, baby, I'm gonna cum."

You sped up, bouncing harder on his dick, sighs of relief slipping out of you as you continued chasing your high. Your left hand circling your clit as Sungchan began to cum in the condom.

"Ahhh." Sungchan let a high strung moaned out, "Wait, fuck."

He wasn't sure if you heard him or if you just didn't care, continuing to fuck yourself on him as Sungchan scrambled on the sheets as you finally felt yourself get close.

"Fuck, baby, you gotta slow down."

"Fuck off." You replied, rubbing your clit faster.

Giving one last bounce you felt yourself cum, pussy clenching so tight around Sungchan he felt himself cum again. Face tense as his head was thrown back, lips forming a small "o." His back arched a little as his hands began palming at your body. Your hips, stomach, he even grabbed at your breast before reaching for your shoulders.

Sliding off of Sungchan, you helped remove his condom.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have-"

"You were so fucking hot." Sungchan gasped out.

He was weak, fully collapsed onto the bed as he looked up at you. Glazed eyes and flushed cheeks, he wasn't sure if there was a way to be even more in love with you, right now. You felt dumbfounded.

"Fuck, we have to do that more." His arm pushed you closer, capturing your lips.

That was a really good milestone in your relationship. Finally being comfortable to play with whatever dynamic you made, or whatever dynamic that was forced onto your relationship.

Lounging at home, you finally had some days off from work. Relaxing on your couch, you happily declined the calls coming from your coworkers as they were probably asking how to do this or that. Reclining onto the cushions, you scrolled through your phone. Saving that photo, watching that video, adding things to wishlists and remember-whatever-this-is notes.

Hearing the front door open, you welcomed Sungchan home. Helping him come in and relax as he fell into the couch. You kissed his cheek as you asked how his day was.

"It was okay, a little stressful, but you know how it is."

"Can I make it better? I can cook dinner tonight, or give you a massage."

Kissing the top of your head, "Don't worry, babe."

You carried on your usual routine, relaxing as you two decompress before dinner. You cooked as Sungchan changed out of his work clothes, trading his stuffy suits for more comfortable sweats and a t-shirt. You two sat and ate dinner, talking before relaxing back in the living room.

Putting some movie on, Sungchan was touchier than usual. His hand rubbed your arm or played with your hair as he watched the tv screen. He slowly moved closer to you, kissing your head or temple before moving down to your cheeks and kissing your lips.

Reciprocating, you kissed him back, pulling him a little closer. You felt him crawl on top as he began breathing heavier.

"Would you like it if I took care of you?" You asked, feeling your head sink into the cushion.

"You do so much work for me, already." He said, kissing your neck.

"But I love treating my baby." You sighed as he licked and drug his teeth along the skin. "Come here, let me help my baby." You pushed him back upwards, climbing into his lap.

Your hands cupped his face as you continued kissing him, his plush lips felt amazing melding into yours. His hands moved everywhere, your waist, ass, shoulders, there wasn't a spot he held onto for more than five seconds.

You kissed down across his cheek to his jaw and began nipping on his neck. Your hands moved to his waist, inching his shirt upwards as he leaned against the pillows, lost in the sensations you were giving him.

Pulling his shirt off, you kissed down his broad chest, licking and leaving wet kisses along his pale skin. Sat in his lap, you teasingly kissed around his pecs, inching closer and closer to his nipples. Giving an occasional nip along the sides of his muscles.

"Don't tease me."

You chuckles before licking across his nipple, wrapping your lips around the bud you drug your teeth along the tip before lightly sucking on it.

"Fuck." He groaned, hips grinding against yours as hand moved to cradle your head, holding you in place.

Your free hand played with his other nipple as you licked and prodded at him, switching sides, Sungchan's breath grew ragged as he felt the air cool his hot skin.

Your hands massaged his pecs as you continuously licked and sucked onto him. Tongue flicking across his hardened buds before tweaking them with your fingertips. His hips continued grinding themselves upwards into your pelvis, Sungchan's breathing continued growing rougher as he felt himself fall back onto the pillows.

Beginning to kiss down his ribs and abs, you saw him staring down at you, watching and anticipating every action. Crawling down to the floor, you hooked your arms around his waist before pulling him lower on the couch, resulting is a high gasp from Sungchan. Your hands pulled his waistband lower as you kissed both of his hip bones. Slowly dragging his sweatpants off, you massaged the top of his bulge.

"Can you suck me off?"

Looking up at him, "Is that what you want?"

"Yes, please."

You pulled down his boxers. Dick springing upwards, slapping his stomach as you grabbed it, thumb rubbing his tip before stroking it. Leaning forward, you lightly tapped his tip on your tongue, eyes glued to his flushed face as you licked across the tip before leaning back and continuing to stroke him.

"Mmmm, don't tease me."

You chuckled before leaning back in and kissing his tip.

"Baby." He whined.

Opening your mouth, you wrapped your lips around him and went as low as you could down his length. Reaching the back of your mouth, you hollowed your cheeks before bobbing up and down.

Sungchan moaned, grabbing your hair to make a messy ponytail with his hands. Getting to his tip, you let saliva drip drown his dick as your hand massaged his swollen cock. Tongue prodding along his slit, your hands squeezed around his base.

"Fuck, you're so good."

You continued bobbing up and down, moaning around Sungchan as you soaked up every moan and whimper falling from his lips. Your hand was squeezing and twisting along his base, your free hand moved from his thigh inwards to massage along his balls.

"I'm gonna cum, fuck, I'm gonna cum s-so hard."

Moving up to his tip, both of your hands stimulated Sungchan as his hips bucked upwards, painting your mouth in his cum. You swallowed his cum as you continued pumping as much cum out of him.

Sungchan slumped into the couch, chest breathing deep, ragged breaths. You wiped your mouth, cleaning up the cum that dripped down your chin. Sungchan was in a daze, staring up at the ceiling as he was calming himself down.

"Can I eat you out."

You climbed up into his lap, "My baby wants to treat me," you smiled.

"I want you to sit on my face."

You kissed him, moving him down onto the seats. You lifted your shirt, pulling it over your head as his hands laid on your waist. Your hands moved below his, pulling your shorts off as you climbed higher up his body.

His fingers went straight to your panties, massaging that wet spot on your core as Sungchan pulled you closer to smell you. As your thighs reached his head, he began tugging your panties down, gripping onto them before ripping the fabric in two.

Pulling your hip down onto his mouth, he immediately began licking up your slit. Feeling your thick slick coat his tongue as he lapped at you.

"Ahh, you're so sweet, baby." He moaned.

Your hips started rocking along his face, nose bumping your clit as you were sighing and moaning in relief.

"Fuck, you're so desperate for me, baby. God you love this." You sighed, grabbing onto your breast as Sungchan sucked on your clit.

Below you, Sungchan was on cloud 9, "I love eating you out so bad."

Your hand tweaked and massaged your breast as Sungchan wrapped his lips around your cli, sucking and flicking at it. His hands wrapped around your hips, rocking you along his face. Lacing your fingers in his hair, you continued moaning, eyes shut, jaw slack as you felt your orgasm creep up.

Sungchan's hand crept to the side to circle your clit as he lapped at your folds. Feeling your hips rock faster, Sungchan sped up as he heard you gasp, muscles tensing before you relaxed into a drawn out "oh."

He drank up the sweet cum dripping out of you as he kissed your folds, waiting for you to calm down and change positions. Feeling yourself come back to reality, you moved forward and off of Sungchan, your face glowing as your felt your knees slip from the built up sweat.

Sitting upwards, Sungchan moved in to kiss your lips. Hands grasping your cheeks as he pulled you into his lap. You kissed and licked up the excess cum surrounding Sungchan's mouth before licking across his lips and tongue. Sungchan leaned against the pillows as you began grinding along his hardening dick. Your cum wetting his length as you felt yourself grow needy.

"Can I ride you." Your voice was hoarse as you whispered on Sungchan's lips.

"Please."

Sungchan held onto your hips as you swung your leg across his lap. Your hand moved down to align his dick to your core before sinking down. You lean forward, face leaning against Sungchan's chest as you slowly began bouncing. Feeling him stretch you out after cumming was your favorite, no matter how tight you could clench or feel swollen inside, he always found a way to stretch you back out.

Your lips began kissing and sucking onto Sungchan's pec as you began panting at the pleasure pulsing shockwaves through your pussy.

Petting the top of your head, "You're so good to me."

You grabbed his cheeks to pull him down, kissing his lips.

"Your dick is fucking insane."

Your breasts rubbed against his, nipples dragging across his skin as you became addicted to the sensation. Sungchan moved his hand down to grab at some of the cum building between the two of you, bringing his fingers up to your breasts as he rubbed and massaged them. You arched your back, breasts pushing closer to his hands as he spit onto one of your nipples, using more liquids to rub and tweak them.

"Sungchan." You whined.

"You're feeling good?"

"So good." Your eyes closed shut, head leaning into the crook of his neck, as you felt your walls clench even more.

"Ah, mmm."

You moved your hand down to rub your clit as you felt yourself choke on your orgasm. A few rubs in you fell onto Sungchan's dick, squeezing him tightly, cumming around his length.

"Fuck."

Sungchan felt his hips thrust upwards as he chased his high. Feeling himself empty into your pussy, he pulled you forward. A few rogue thrusts upwards as Sungchan relaxed back into the couch.

Catching his breath, Sungchan leaned you forward to kiss you.

"I didn't mean to cum in you."

"It's okay." You replied, still breathless.

"But you hate the way it feels." He laughed.

"Is this your way of asking to suck it out of me." You ask, your lips curling into a tired smirk.

Sungchan's hips bucked upwards, eyes feeling heavy as he looked at you.

"When you say it like that." He smiled, leaning in to kiss your jaw.

You chuckled, getting off of him as you got into your knees as Sungchan slipped down the couch. He was leaning into your pelvis as you lifted your leg onto the cushion. Sungchan latched onto your core, sucking up the cream pie he shot into your pussy. Licking and slurping up the mess.

Moaning, Sungchan began tonguing at your pussy. Hands moving to spread your folds open to lick and drink as much of the cum as he could. Slurping up as much as he could, Sungchan gave some last broad licks to clean you up.

Moving off of his face, you fell back into his lap.

"Thank you." You said, leaning up to kiss his forehead.

"Thank you, baby." Sungchan replied, a goofy smile adorning his face.

[lovelaetter]

⁺ [ 🎀 ] ✧ㅤִ minnie with an insane toxic vampire girlfriend... taking her blood and making her completely dizzy, poor girl can't even keep her eyes open! fucking her in her mind-gaze state, making her pass out a few seconds later because it's too much for her :(( but you didn't even bother to stop. who can blame you? you just want to make your girl feel good, in your sick way. ♡ my poor girl, keeping the term "i can fix her" on her head, but she can't even fix herself. :( swearing to her friends that you're a good person, which they obviously don't believe, not when she's talking with her neck and collarbone full of stains and bites from you, and some very visible and with a strong shade of purple, thank god she's wearing pants, because the situation on her lower thighs is not the best either. manipulating her to stay away from her own friends, making up lies about them, telling her that you are the only person she needs and should trust, making her only have you to seek comfort when she breaks down. maybe even thinking about killing some of her annoying friends to get rid of them faster, but you end up disappearing with only one because you don't want to see your girl so sad. ♡ sigh.. I want her so bad.

GIVE IT TO ME PLEASE 😭

MONSTERFUCKING, BLOOD PLAY, mild MINDBREAK

her really thinking she can fix you but not realizing she is the one being broken :( doesn’t realize how much she has changed, how draining it is for her, and once her friends try to talk to her about it all it comes to her mind is how you are right, they are not her friends, why can’t they accept her happiness? why wish and say such bad things about you, the one she loves?

her seeking your approval so badly, to the point of literally crawling to you if you show any signs of annoyance with her, hugging your waist, pretty face looking up and trying to stop the tears, give you her best smile, “don’t be mad, i will be good, i promise”, always leading to her on your arms and your fangs deep into places you know hurt, but she doesn’t mind, you are satisfied with her and that’s what matters.

grinds against you because hearing your pleased moans against her skin is what gets her going, eyes rolling back of both pleasure and blood loss. knows she must look like a mess, bites in so many different places, feels her skin sticky, the metallic smell, but once you kiss her and she tastes herself, she is lost, doesn’t even care about your blood-stained fingers on her folds, it mixes well with her juices. you know just the way to touch her, fingers, tongue, most of the times she looks between her legs and can’t see your face properly, vision blurry, and comes so fast, too sensitive and too weak to push you away and even cry… but she loves it. often comes back to herself and gets bombarded with sensations all over again, you spooning her and fingers not so gently in and out of her sore hole, mouth latched to her neck but not sucking, just there licking the wounds.

constantly making her repeat that she is yours in such state, voice dragged and so small, whining and nodding hearing you say how she doesn’t need anyone else, only you, they don’t deserve her, you and her are made for each other and nothing else matters. and you know what, she might consent (unconsciously so not really) to you hurting her friends in such state…. asking her if she needs you to do deal with them, they can treat like that and she totally would say yes, completely unaware of the truth behind your words.

[eccentricallygothic]

Dating Joel Miller

Pairing: Bf!Joel Miller | Reader.

Warning(s): Age gap (reader is in their 20's), allusions to mature activities, mild d/s dynamics, fluff, cg!Joel, Daddy kink, begging, making out. I'll be safe and say minors do not interact.  

Setting: TLOU 2.

He's definitely an experience. 

Single-handedly rocks your world in more ways than one. 

So, so laid-back it's fucking sexy. 

Definitely tames the brat out of you. 

What he says goes because he's older and knows better. 

Or?

You live to learn he was right. 

So smug when that happens.

Not very vocal about his feelings but cares for you so much. 

The littlest of things that can easily be missed, Joel makes a point of remembering.  

Won't ever openly admit it though. 

Tough love in an endearing way.

From your favorite snacks to your preferred clothing, to the kinds of flowers or things you like to collect to getting you food whenever he does for himself and picking out the condiments you dislike to being mindful of the drink you prefer with it, he's got it all covered. 

A total ass when it comes to training and you best believe he doesn't hold back on it. After everything that's happened, he wants you to be prepared for anything and everything. 

Only rolls his eyes and shakes his head when you're being the kid that you are with Ellie and Co. 

Simply snorts when you all tease him for being a geezer. 

Because he knows that all it takes him is one certain look if it goes too far. 

And you are whimpering into your place like a puppy yanked by their leash. 

Besides, you can act all high and mighty as you want, Joel knows that the one who will have you all whiny, grabby and mushy underneath them will be him.

Whenever he wants. 

You're down so bad for him, oh my God. 

He knows it, and that's exactly why he doesn't get riled up when foolish little boys try their luck on you. 

Well, that is, not usually.

Loves to tease you and make you beg after you've acted out all day. 

"Oh, but I thought I was an old man who 'just didn't get' y'all, huh baby?" And you're a quivering, panting mess with your limbs tangled in his. 

Great. Fucking. Kisser.

Hot, sloppy, wet, sense melting, passionate kisses while his calloused hands roam all over you, occasionally squeezing the parts that cause you to make such a huge mess in your pants that he tuts when he feels it through your clothes. 

"Noooo, Daddy…" You're literally aching. 

"Tell me what you want, baby. Say it for Daddy and he will give it to ya" you are a writhing mess as your hips grind against his and you hump yourself on one of his thighs. 

"Please, Daddy… Need you so bad, Daddy… Please use me~" it depends on his mood how he treats you in bed though. 

Some days he could be the most tender lover with gentle caresses, featherlight touches, cotton-soft pecks and passionate love making. 

Other days include him pressing your face down into the mattress as his huge cock hammers in and out of your leaking slit, rough bites littering your skin as you struggle to breathe through the animalistic fucking. 

Nothing gets you to cum harder than when he sometimes wraps his hand around your throat, features stern with all that's taking him not to just obliterate you. 

Some days though, he likes to combine the two styles. 

Eats you out like a starved wolf.

But can take his sweet time with that as well.

Lets out the deepest, most throaty grunts when you suck his dick.

Has a couple ways of reprimanding you if you're too clumsy and neglectful with yourself. 

No one else is allowed to give you any shit though. 

Isn't overbearingly domineering at all.

He knows you're young and dumb and will need to make some of your own mistakes to learn.

Always there for you with open arms to console you when you do.

Your silly little friend group definitely knows when to make themselves gone when Joel decides that he's had enough of sharing you for the day and wants you all for himself. 

It's always subtle; like a gentle caress on your shoulder or a soft nudge in your side. Sometimes it can be a claiming hand on your lap. And then everyone knows that it's time to scurry out. 

Doesn't always play voluntarily. 

But when he does, it's for you. 

Especially if there's a storm, or you're extra sensitive from playtime, or just emotional in general. Sometimes he's just feeling affectionate.

Will usually deny it like his life depends on it but there are certain songs, a specific range of lyrics and a peculiar sort of tunes that he plays only for you. 

Every now and then you crawl into his lap after an intimate session and ask him to teach you how to play a song or two. 

Then hours pass with you two just huddled into each other, strumming melodies to life as your naked back presses into his strong chest, your ass fitting perfectly in the crook of his abdomen as he rests his chin on your head and revels in your scent.

Sometimes he slowly cockwarms you in that position as well. 

Cannot sleep without you. 

He wasn't always like this.

But there's no going back now. 

Joel is sure to keep tossing and turning until you're locked up close in his arms. 

Your safety and well-being is his top priority.

Always. 

.

Playing TLOU again and boy am I needy for this grizzly bear. Also I haven't watched the show but I love Pedro so yeah. Feedback and reblogs are much appreciated <3 

[ivys-garden]

Alright, I'm going to write my own thoughts down on the situation, sorry if this gets rambly

First of all, Shubble is so brave for speaking up, it's really hard for victims to speak up against there abusers in a public setting and she deserves all the respect in the world for it

That being said we do need to be mindful to give her space, this was a really traumatic thing for her and we all need to be mindful of that, give her room to breath.

On the same lines, don't go after other ccs for not ""releasing statements"", content creators aren't companies, there people. Don't get on at them for not publicly supporting Shubble, especially since there undoubtedly doing it in private, which is probably better than shoving it out there for millions of people to see. Let people support there friend in a way they and shubble are confortable with, if shubble wants them to say something or they think they need to say something themselves, they will say it.

It's like Pearl said, just because you don't see something happening publicly doesn't mean it isn't happening

Also, don't jump to call Tommy or Phil or Grian or anyone else enablers because they haven't said anything, they'll need time to process this too, it's hard to find out that your friend is a domestic abuser, let them process this in piece and don't try to cancel them over nothing like a fool. (People like Tommy will need time especially since Wilbur befriended them when they were young and by all accounts manipulated them too)

If anyone of these people have anything they feel they need to say they'll say it when there good and ready, good life tip folks:Don't Harass People. Especially if they have almost nothing to do with this (honestly Saw someone say they were going to go on to fucking RT about this despite him not knowing either person very well, the fuck)

I know why people do it, they want to make sure there favourite content creators aren't also bad, but they are people and they deserve respect, I can garentee you that almost no Qsmp or Hermitcraft or Other MCYT member who knew him stands with Wilbur

(Also if anyone brings Techno into this fuck right off let the man rest.)

Also, some brain dead morons are saying that people calling out wilbur are doing it for clout and that they should have done it sooner, but most of the abuse happened in private, and wilbur manipulated others, many wouldn't have realised anything was wrong and if they did its still better and more respectful to come forward after shubble since its HER story to tell.

(This attack also doesn't work anymore because we have things like tubbos stream, where he actively discourages his chat from treating him like a hero for speaking out, but yeah sure they all don't give a shit about shubble and just want to make themselves look better, fuck outta here)

Now, if your a former wilbur fan, let me make this super clear

DONT WATCH HIM AND DONT LISTEN TO HIS MUSIC

"BuT SePuRaTe ThE ArT FrOm ThE Arti-

Nah. That doesn't work here. You can separate a book or game or movie, you can't with a cc. Its there face, there voice, there personality. Find a different band, find a different CC to watch. There are other options, I know it sucks to find out someone you like did an awful thing,but that doesn't mean we should support those people for our sakes, especially when people were actively hurt by there actions. Trust me everyone, this will get better, things will go back to how they were before

Finally, this should go without saying, Fuck William Gold to the core of teh fucking earth. And any who still support him.

He is a raging egotistical manipulator and abuser. don't blame people for not seeing it sooner, no one can do that. What we can do though is blame people who still wholeheartedly support him and his actions.

He has not "changed" nor will he ever at the rate at which he's going. He's still a egomaniac who's more concerned with saving his image than actually apologising for his actions, even then an apology wouldn't fix all he's done,it would just be closer and a jumping off point to be better, but he can't even fucking do that.

If wilbur does reflect and grow, good on him, but if he doesn't then I can say with absolute certainty we wouldn't fucking miss him.

Fuck Wilbur. Support Shelbym

[bookshelf-dust]

good night, bloodsucker

eddie munson x fem!reader

word count: 2,114

warnings: swearing, a little anxiety, fluff (let me know if i forgot something)

a/n: hi! this is a little short and sweet fic for you. i hope maybe someone will be into it. i’m starting to feel a little better about writing, and this one made me happy, so that’s something. also, this is dedicated to the one and only @clovermunson (the crowd goes wild!!) for having such a lovely brain and trusting me to handle this. i love you all to the moon and back. keep kicking ass. <33

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Wayne is unable to see the television screen but for a few seconds at a time. It’s making what was meant to be a relaxing night off…anything but relaxing. 

He huffs and sets his drink down. 

“Boy, would you quit your pacin’?” 

The boy in question scoffs, continuing to move back and forth across the room, occasionally pausing to peek out the window or fuss with something on the kitchen counter. It’s like somehow he thinks an idea will swoop in through the panes and seep into his brain. Like it will materialize before him and all will be resolved.

It’s been another five minutes of this when the elder Munson can’t take it anymore.

“Eddie!”

“WAYNE!”

He rubs his temple, chuckling at his nephew’s panic. He pauses the tv. 

“You gotta calm down, kid.”

Eddie slams his hands up against his face so hard that the slap resonates throughout the room. He peeks out from between his fingers.

“I know! I know. I just—this is our first date ever, and I have a tendency to be a royal fuck up, and I don’t want to ruin this.”

Wayne pats the cushion beside him, encouraging the boy to take a seat. 

“You won’t ruin it. She said yes to going on with you, didn’t she? Now all you gotta do is be yourself.”

Eddie rolls his eyes, preparing to argue, but Wayne holds up a hand. 

“There’s nothing to worry about, Ed. You’re already friends, aren’t you?”

“Well, yeah—”

“And you want to go out with her?” 

“Yeah, I mean—”

“Then I don’t see the problem.”

They both stop speaking, and Eddie looks at Wayne, eyes wide with nerves. 

“I don’t know how first dates work, Wayne! Can’t you just tell me what to do?”

Eddie slides down off the couch until he’s flat on the floor. 

Wayne scoots forward, looking down at his nephew. He’s much too big to be moping on the carpet. His hair is splayed out around him, and Wayne can’t help but think about how this has been Eddie’s default reaction to anxiety since he got dropped off on his doorstep. Some things never change. 

Eddie thinks his uncle looks incredibly wise, looming over him like this. “What plans have you got for tonight?” Wayne asks.

Eddie puts his hands under his head, feigning collectedness. “We’re seeing a movie.”

“Okay. A movie. What else?”

The boy gulps. “I thought I’d take her for ice cream. And that way we could sit and talk or whatever. Shit, is that a bad idea?”

Wayne reaches down and smacks Eddie’s knee, though the gesture is free of malicious intent. 

“No. You have a lot of bad ideas, but that isn’t one of them. I’m sure it’ll be fine, kiddo.”

Eddie sits up, mumbling under his breath. “I’m sure it’ll be fine, yeah, yeah.” He almost smacks his head on the coffee table when he stands.

He’s determined not to pace again, so he calmly, unnecessarily slowly, sits back down on the couch. He laces and unlaces his fingers. 

“Should I get her flowers?”

“Eddie.” Wayne downs the last of the beer he’d been nursing in one go.

Eddie looks at his watch. He doesn’t even have time for flowers. He’s been panicking for so long that he actually needs to head out so that he can pick you up and you won’t think he forgot about you—

He stands just as quickly as he’d sat down. “I gotta go, Wayne.”

He follows Eddie to the door and meets his eyes. The very same doe eyes that have always gotten him what he wanted. Because Eddie is a suck-up, and Wayne always gives in. 

“Just be yourself, alright? You're gonna be fine. Treat her nice, watch out for her. Make sure she’s comfortable. And have a good time.” 

Wayne presses a rough kiss to Eddie’s forehead, though it’s over his messy bangs. Wayne Munson is a surprisingly affectionate person, especially towards people he loves, no matter how brooding his demeanor is. 

“Okay. Yeah, I got this. I’m a gentleman. It’s gonna be fine.” 

Eddie’s halfway to the van when he realizes he was lost in hyping himself up and forgot his keys. Wayne notices though, and tosses them to him from the front steps. It’s pure dumb luck that Eddie catches them. 

“Good luck, Ed.”

“You too!”

Wayne sees Eddie smack his head against the steering wheel in anguish. He laughs it off, stepping back inside the now quiet trailer.

“Get a grip, goddammit,” Eddie fusses to himself, pulling out of the park. “Get a damn grip.”

————

“You really have a type, don’t you?”

Eddie’s looking at you, eyes wide with glee, cheeks all rosy from laughing. 

“Maybe. But I guess it works in your favor, doesn’t it, Munson?”

He tosses your shared empty popcorn bucket in the trash. You’re still sipping on your Icee, the blue raspberry flavoring having turned your tongue blue. 

“That it does.”

Eddie realized after the movie had started that you seemed to have the hots for every damn vampire on the screen. And he couldn’t help but notice the subtle similarities between the looks and interests of those characters and himself. 

“It’s not my fault you’re all so pretty.”

He holds the door open for you. It’s one of the many sweet gestures he’s provided you with over the course of the night. He’s opened every door. He ordered your popcorn, helped you up the stairs in the theater, and now he’s waiting while you finish your drink—albeit a little obnoxiously just to tease him. 

“Is that a compliment?”

You pull on the chain attached to his belt loop. “Yep. You’re very pretty. And I’m glad I waited to see this with you.”

Eddie’s blushing. He’d try to hide it if he weren’t so intrigued by your words. 

“Waited?”

“Yeah, I had a friend ask me to see The Lost Boys with them on opening night, but I really wanted to see it with you. Figured you’d like it, too.” 

He leans in and sweetly presses his forehead against yours, just for a moment. 

“Well that’s cute. And I did like it. I’m honored you wanted to see it with little ‘ol me.”

“I think I’d like to see all the movies with you.” The words are leaving your mouth before you can second guess yourself, and the look on his face is completely worth it. 

“Shit, you really are just making me feel special tonight, huh?” 

You’re still messing with the chain on his jeans, but your fingers move upward, finding purchase on a patch sewn onto his vest. The messy stitching feels comforting against the pad of your finger. 

“You are very special, Eddie.”

He won’t argue with you. Not when he can tell that you’re being earnest. When it’s practically emanating from you. You think you could dedicate your heart and soul to him, worship him like he’s some ancient deity, and you’d never grow tired of him. 

“Right back at you, sweetheart.” You grin at his words, and suddenly he’s feeling loads more confident knowing he can make you so giddy. He can’t believe he landed a date with such a fucking gem. 

“You want a milkshake?” he asks, raising a brow. 

“‘Course I do. I’m not a psycho.”

Eddie snorts. It’s a cute sound. One you’re very pleased that you got him to make. 

“There’s a place up here, on the corner. We can walk, but we have to cross the street a couple times, so I think you’re gonna have to hold my hand.”

You’re sure you’ve never smiled so brightly. So stupidly, head over heels for the boy in front of you. He bends at the waist and extends his hand. 

“I think you’re right. That seems like the very best option.”

“Glad we’re on the same page.”

You slide your palm against his, and you’d be embarrassed at the sheer amount of butterflies in your tummy if you weren’t so happy to be holding Eddie’s hand. 

His rings collide with your own, and his thumb starts rubbing over yours almost automatically, as if this is something he’s been doing with you forever.

He swings your entwined hands during the short walk, and you don’t know it, but secretly he’s trying to memorize each line, each dry patch or scratch that covers your skin. He could hold your hand forever. 

When you’re in line, waiting on the milkshakes he ordered for you, again, you slide your other hand up his arm until it rests on his bicep, and Eddie thinks he might melt right there on the shop floor.

You resting your head on his shoulder just about ruins his life. He catches you looking at his hand, and before he knows it you’re bringing it upward, pressing your lips to the back of it and adjusting the bracelet on his wrist.

“You should let me paint your nails.” 

Eddie meets your eyes. He doesn’t look freaked by the idea, rather like he’s contemplating letting you do so. 

“Okay. You wanna go next door and find some polish after this?”

You lift your head, and there’s a little mark on your cheek from a crease in his jacket. Eddie presses his thumb against the mark and smiles. 

“Really?” you ask. 

“Yeah.”

“Okay,” you grin. You squeeze his arm a little tighter, and the look on your face makes Eddie realize Wayne was right. There was nothing to worry about. 

————

Eddie’s hand rests on the center console in his van. It’s still parked outside the theater. 

You had your cup resting there too, but with each sip you took, chin against the lid, Eddie was still worried you’d spill it. Not because of the mess it’d make, no—he’s made tons of messes in his car. But because he couldn’t bear to see you cry over spilled milkshake. You let him taste it, and it is pretty damn good. 

So now, Eddie holds it in the hand that’s supposed to be drying. You lift your head up, and he tilts the straw towards you, allowing you to take a sip. The excitement on your face every time he does it makes him feel like he could sit here and feed you for the rest of his life. 

He thinks he may be in deeper than he realized. Hell, he’s allowing you to paint his nails in the van, the window cracked and music turned down lower than it has ever been. 

Every once in a while you catch glimpses of conversations coming from the passing moviegoers, and you’ll both giggle simultaneously. This evening has felt like some fever dream, something Eddie never would’ve imagined he’d experience, let alone deserve. 

You stick your tongue out and pull up Eddie’s hand, appraising your work. Once satisfied, you start putting on a layer of clear polish. Eddie tries to read the teeny words on the bottle over the lid of his own cup. 

“What’s that for?”

“Seals it all in and keeps it on longer. Figured this might give it a chance at outlasting your daily escapades.”

He laughs. It’s a slow, sweet sound, and you wish you could bottle it up and take it home with you. 

Eddie holds his nails up to the air vents. You grin at him, tucking the bottles of nail polish into his jacket pocket so he can keep them. 

He leans his head towards yours, but he can’t quite reach. “C’mere, pretty please.”

You incline your own, and he presses his lips to your forehead. You feel yourself flush. 

“Thank you, sweetheart. I really like them. Very metal.”

You let out a breath of a laugh. “I’m glad you like them, Eddie. I had a really good time tonight.”

“I did too. Maybe next time you’ll let me paint your nails?”

You swipe your thumb over the very prominent dimple that’s appeared on his cheek with the way he’s smiling at you. 

“Of course I will. Next time you can pick the movie.”

“Deal.”

When Eddie drives you home shortly after, you get another kiss on the forehead. He can’t help but think, watching you go up your front steps, that you really do deserve some nice flowers. What he doesn’t know is that you think the same thing about him.

You unlock the door and turn to face him one last time for the evening. 

“Good night, bloodsucker!” you shout, grinning and hoping he’ll laugh.

He does. Success. 

He really is gonna have to stay away from Chinese for awhile. But it was worth it. Just like he thought, he’s head over heels. Maybe you’re the vampire. 

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please let me know if you liked this! feedback is always appreciated!! comments and reblogs mean more than you know. <33

[gigisdoll]

Cw: degrading, dumbification , noncon, dubcon, somnophillia, blackmail, overstimulation

Notes: I was feeling a very nerdy thanks to a certain someone >:/ [@illlvsions] so here ya go! What do I do for a 100 follower special? ૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ฅ ₎ა. Tried a different approach to writing than the usual so.. Yeah!

Pairings: Mean girl!Yunjin x loser!reader, Mean girl!Giselle x loser!reader

Unsurprisingly though you were top 1 in almost all your classes you were incredibly naive for a quote on quote genius.. And extremely geeky. Everyone in your small group was the opposite of you! Some of them were close friends with Yunjin and Giselle too! So naturally as all loser-ish girls,you didn't really go with the natural flow of the school hierarchy so it was surprising how cute you were! Definitely way too cute to waste!

Being the very weak and shy girl, the two girls thought u were the perfect target! Being pretty was a bonus as well <3 u were always just sitting there looking pretty! How could they pass up a good opportunity like this? U were constantly pushed aside or pinned to a wall for not doing their homework correctly enough [they got a 100 they just wanted an excuse] and called names just cause you hang out with your friends too often! Names like geek, nerd, and loser were thrown at you continuously and it hurt you quite a bit..

Yunjin and Giselle scaring the principal into forcing u to tutor them, scared to lose your scholarship you said yes... Obviously you wouldn't want your education taken away right? So.. You had to stay after classes for... A bit considering they acted dumb you had to stay for hours on end, sometimes re-teaching them the same thing over and over! You were so tired u could barely think.... Being so dazed in their homework that your legs were numb, and your hands were almost limp! You were seconds away from finishing- before you passed out from the exhaustion!

Waking up in so much pain from down under that u instantly started crying [harder than before] from the pain! A hand came on your mouth faster than u were able to comprehend the situation "I swear to god y/n... Don't u dare cry, we know u wanted this. " Yunjin said "Fucking slut... Walking in with basically nothing on you? You were asking for this. " from the exhaustion you could barely fight back... Only able to mutter a whimper back and a simple weak push to the chest, but obviously that didn't stop them, did it? "Fuck, your squeezing me all over, of course you wanted this. I mean why dress like a whore if u don't want to be treated like one?" Giselle said fucking into you faster and faster, as Yunjin thrusted into your mouth as your cries got louder.

Your tears mixed with the saliva that covered Yunjin's dick, helping it go faster and faster in your mouth "Say this to anyone and your dreams of anything happening in your life will crash, fuck- you know what'll happen. " Giselle said in your ear "No one will believe you anyway so don't even try, why will they believe a fucking nerd like you over us? Use your mouth for good use and shut up and continue sucking" your cries just grew louder at every degrading statement that left their mouth... You're not a whore! It's not your fault you just dress like one :((.

The pain of over stimulation never truly subsided, but the pleasure of getting filled up just grew! All u could do was drool, and moan as they switched and filled you up on their own, not really caring if your pussy grew puffy and red as the abuse grew on it! They were mean too, constant reminders of how whore-ish you were acting, or how no one would believe you... You almost started believing it! I mean what else could you really do, you could barely think at this point, just begging for them to stop [you didn't want them to, you just knew they would go faster if you said this] so just keep them satisfied for now and your future won't be destroyed </3

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

Jealousy Jealousy

Swerve Strickland X fem reader

Requested by: @wrestlingbabe Main Masterlist

Summary: Swerve made it very clear from the beginning that he and Y/n were nothing more than friends who occasionally slept together. They were able to see other people and do what they pleased since they weren’t together. So why is it that Swerve is so jealous when he sees Y/n with other men, especially Will? 

Warnings: SMUT, oral f receiving

“So tell me again why we can’t be together?” Will asked me as he sucked on that sweet spot on my neck. “I told you, this is going to just cause trouble. I don’t need that right now” I told him “I don’t understand what it is that you see in him, I could treat you so much better Y/n. You said it yourself, to him you were nothing more than sex. To me you are everything.” Will had a point, Swerve made it very clear from the beginning that what we had was nothing more than two adults who needed that release. So why was it that I couldn't stop thinking about him? Swerve made me feel things I’d never felt before, I fear that he ruined all other men for me. Truth be told I don’t even like Will, all of this is just to make Swerve jealous. My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of my phone ringing. It was Swerve. Before I even had the chance to react, Will picked up the phone. “Sorry Bruv, she’s quite busy at the moment” I heard the Brit say before hanging up. “What was that for?” I asked. “What? I wasn’t lying, you are busy, this is his loss” I felt sick. I didn’t sleep with Will that night, I tried to in order to distract myself from Swerve but I just couldn't do it. 

I returned to my hotel room feeling on edge. I felt like I was being watched. I filled up the large tub with bubbles in an attempt to relax. My skin burned once the water hit my skin. Soon I was able to let myself sink into the water, letting my worries disappear. Just then I felt it. A pair of hands found their way to my shoulders, making their way to my throat. My body shot up, instantly aware of the situation I found myself in. “Shhhhh, don’t fight it, baby, it will just make it worse” I knew that voice all too well. “Did you fuck him?” he asked. I didn’t respond, too frozen in fear to find the words. “I’m asking you a dam question Y/n, did you fuck him?” “No Swerve I did not fuck him,” I told Swerve. “Good, girl” Swerve whispered in my ear as his hands now found themselves on my breasts. “Just relax baby girl, let me take care of you,” Swerve told me. I melted in his touch. I let him work the tense muscles. Just then I heard the sound of his belt hit the bathroom tile. I watched in adoration as he entered the tub. He pulled my body against his as his hands made their way to my clit. He slowly traced circles on the sensitive nub as he placed delicate kisses on my collarbone. “I’m not even doing anything yet and you are already a mess,” Swerve said as he began the assault on my pussy. It was embarrassing how quickly he was making my orgasm approach. Just as I was about to reach that release Swerve stopped, causing me to cry out in agony. “Don’t worry baby girl, I’ll let you cum. Let’s get out of this tub and let me take care of you” I let Swerve wrap me up in a fluffy towel and carry me to the bed. He wasted no time. He was quick to bring me back to that high as he sucked on my clit. I lost track of how many times I came on his face, he just felt so good I just couldn't help myself. 

I couldn't take it anymore, I was lost in my own world. Everything had become too much. “No more” I whined out. “Who else makes you feel like this huh? Who else worships your body like I do? No one” Swerve said seductively as slowly got on top of me. “You are mine, Y/n. You belong to me. No one makes me feel the thing I feel when I am with you” Swerve said. “I thought you said we were nothing more than sex?” I questioned softly. “That was a lie, I was scared to admit it at first but I’m fucking in love with you. You are mine. If anyone dares to come near you, I will kill them. That Billy Goat is a dead man” 

[bunni-v1]

GOD!!! that smoking with lighter post… WOW!!!!! sorry need to run back into my cave with that………

i think… getting stoned with lighter? would that be fun? i could see him lighting a joint in your mouth with a zippo for sure 😋

Tw: Drug use; Bunni’s questionable choices freshman year

LMAO thanks mini ily 😭 I used to be the BIGGEST stoner my freshman year of college. I’m like 90% sure I went on a month long bender before finals where I was high 24/7, but it’s so blurry that I can’t remember how true that is. (My friends say that’s what happened so 💀)

I haven’t been high in likeeeee two ish years (yay sobriety)… but I miss it lowkey. Too bad I wanted to have sex with my boyfriend lol. And, well, my heart couldn’t handle it anymore. Anyway. Excuse any inaccuracies lol.

Unfortunately I’m pretty sure Lighter is kinda drug adverse? Idk, he at least doesn’t fuck hard with liquor which leads me to believe he’s not into smoking either but again where’s the fun in that lol.

I have a headcannon that he’s a lightweight no matter what he’s drinking/smoking, so it takes maybe two hits and he’s gone. (Depending on how strong the stuff is ig, but I only ever had crazy strong stuff so I am not a good judge here 💀) He’s the giggly kind too, everything is funny and he’s so smiley. Even things that aren’t funny, he’s smiling and giggling about like a moron.

He’s also incredibly affectionate with everyone, especially his partner. Leaning all over them, cooing at them, pressing kisses to their face. His obsession with them really comes out when he’s high. It’s adorable honestly, even though he always regrets it the day after.

He’s the kinda guy to also sit and stare for like hours and not realize time has passed. He’s just thinking bro, about what? I don’t think he even knows, but he’s doing it. The thoughts are happening.

Also, idk if this is typical for anyone but me but he has a comfort food he eats exclusively when high. It’s this disgustingly sugary cake that’s all chocolate and nothing else and would make the average person vomit. He almost always gets sick the day after cause that shit is genuinely so nasty, but when he’s gone it’s all he wants. (For me it was chocolate milk, and since I’m lactose intolerant it would fucking kill me in the morning.)

Oh my god, and my friends use to do this NASTY ASS thing (it’s kinda hot but like they were gross with it 💀), where one of them would take a nice long hit and then breath the smoke into their partners mouth. The partner would breathe in as much as they could and then they’d pretty much tongue fuck each other. That just screams Lighter to me idk.

He sucks are rolling joint and I think he’d prefer edibles if he had a choice. If not he’d rather smoke from a bowl unless someone else is rolling the joint for him. His hands are too big for that delicate kinda work. Cutie that he is.

Anyway, I think high Lighter is just a treat. Super out of character from his usual demeanor and I know he’s so fun to tease and mess with.

[creepycranberry]

Whenever you need me

Maybank!Reader x Topper Thornton

Warnings: themes of loss, conflict in relationships, deadbeat dad, unedited

Authors note: This might suck eggs but this is the closest I’ve gotten to defeating writers block as of late

Spoilers for season 4 pt 2 of obx

->->->->->->

You sat on your boyfriend’s front porch, your blood was boiling to a degree you hadn’t thought possible. You hadn’t expected the call from your little brother, cursing your boyfriend and telling you how the optimistic beach day went sour so quickly.

When toppers car finally pulls into the driveway and he sees you he smiles, happy to be greeted by your face.

“Well hello, beautiful.” He smiles as he gets out of the car. You found it hard to be so mad at him when he was smiling at you like that, you couldn’t fathom that someone who looked so sweet and treated you so well could be capable of todays events.

“Did you drive your car at my brother and his friends today?”

His face falls as you stand yourself up, moving your hair out of your face and crossing your arms as you wait for his answer.

“I wasn’t the one driving and I told her to stop.” He argues, the pleading in his eyes for you to absolve him of his actions today almost takes you out.

“Okay well, when kie showed you the baby turtle you killed did you apologize sincerely or even show a modicum of remorse for your actions?” You respond and he’s silent for a moment, “that’s what I thought.” You scoff, bumping his shoulder with yours as you walk away.

“Hey! JJ threatened to kill me and I’m the only one in the wrong here?” He calls after you.

“No you’re not, but his actions were a result of you almost killing his girlfriend and trying to argue against killing a helpless animal, your actions were out of sheer hatred and pettiness and the need to perpetuate this stupid fucking rivalry.” You blink up at the sky to keep from crying, “all of this Kook and pogue shit went too far so long ago. And if that’s how you feel about him then what about me? Are you just slumming it with me? Why can’t you put this classist bullshit aside for five fucking minutes and see how unreasonable you’re being?”

The second you start crying Topper looks ready to take it all back, but he can’t, “no, no. You’re above all of that, you matter so much more than that, and I tried, I wanted to be civil but JJ was provoking me, baby, you have to understand.”

“You couldn’t just ignore it? He’s my brother and he can be an asshole sometimes but he never does it with purely malicious intent and with your friends it’s always just for the pleasure of watching others suffer. I can’t keep defending you, Top. And I can’t keep sitting there acting like I don’t see the difference in how your friends see me to how they see everyone else. I can’t do this anymore, Topper.” You cry and Topper shakes his head insistently.

“You don’t mean that, you don’t mean that! I don’t care what they think of you, you are so far out of all of their leagues and if they can’t realize that-“

“But my brother and his friends arent in the same league as me?”

Topper opens his mouth to respond but you turn away, ignoring him calling your name and begging for a second chance.

->->->->->->

You pull up to JJ’s house, leaning your bike against the side of it. You make your way up the porch and knock on the door. When you don’t get an answer you knock again. Nothing.

“JJ?” You call out and no one answer you. You go to walk back to your bike.

“He’s just using me as a scam to get the inheritance money- that’s it!” You hear your brother say loudly.

You walk to the garden and see him and kie standing there in the midst of a conversation, “I know he’s lying- I know that I just- what if I am chandler Groffs son?”

You blink, stunned for barely a moment before you come back to, “what?”

JJ turns around and shakes his head, “it’s nothing- I just- dad’s just being fucking stupid again. “

“Since when are you talking to dad?” You ask and JJ wipes his hand over his face and sighs.

“He’s apparently been hiding out at Mikes and I got a letter and- well long story short he told me I’m not his son. But it’s obviously a lie right? I mean you’re my sister you were there when I was born I mean-“ tears prick his eyes as you sit there stunned once again.

“JJ, I wasn’t there when you were born, I was living with my mom at the time. You- you know that.” JJ just stares at you blankly.

“But- but you’re my sister, so you have to- we have-“

You bound to him in barely three steps, hugging him in an attempt to keep him from getting too emotional, “even if dads not lying you’re my baby brother- or screw that, you’re my baby. This changes nothing with us. But I just- JJ, it’s a big if. Dad will do anything for a paycheck. You know that. That’s probably what it is.” You let go of him to hold his face in your hands.

JJ nods, wanting so badly to believe you, “yeah.” He sniffs and the sound of a car pulling up startled the two of you. It’s John B coming back with their friends. JJ looks at Kie, “don’t tell them anything please? I don’t want them thinking anything-“

John B gets out of the van and they start to talk about something out of your earshot and you take the hint.

You get on your bike and end up at Toppers, trying to process what your dad had told JJ. When you knock on the door toppers mother answers and she smiles at you in that slightly uncomfortable way, her eyes too tightly pinched and her gumline just a little too visible.

She lets you inside, telling you that Toppers just in his room. As you go up you hear music playing and when you get to his door you have to knock louder then normal to get him to answer.

He’s in sweatpants and a shirt, his hair is mussed like he didn’t fix it after he woke up. When he sees you he looks as if his heart can’t take it but he’s wrapping you in his arms before you can even greet him, “I’m sorry.” He whispers and you sigh.

“It’s not okay.” You mumble, rubbing his back and swaying with him to the music as he holds you.

“I know, I do, I promise. What- um, what are you doing here?”

“My dad’s in town and my head is spinning.” You sniffle and he lets you go for a second.

“Are you okay?” Topper asks, leading you into his room and closing the door, moving to his computer to turn off the music.

“I don’t know. I mean, I tried calling him for weeks after he was gone, and nothing but JJ shows up to mikes and asks him to see dad and dads just there for him? Where was he when I went to Mikes asking if he knew if he was okay?” You ramble and Topper sits in his desk chair as he watches you pace, his eye trained on you, soft and admiring of you, “and I hate him, he’s a dick but for some reason I still worry about him and-“ you look at Topper for a second and realize he isn’t listening. He’s just staring at you, a picture of softness that makes you melt.

“Sorry?” He says, snapping out of his haze and reaching to hold your hand softly in his.

“Did you hear anything I just said?” You smile, moving to be closer to him, standing between his legs and resting your hands on his shoulders, his hands rested on your hips.

“Your dad is a dick, it’s okay to still have some love for him.” Topper says softly, “now, can I hold you properly?”

“What is properly?” You ask, raising your eyebrows and he laughs.

“In bed, while we watch a movie we’re not really paying attention to.” He smiles and you pretend to contemplate.

“I guess.” You sigh and he essentially football tackles you onto the bed, kissing your face and neck in the way he knows tickles and subsequently makes you giggle.

When you both finally calm down he sighs, “thank you for coming over.” He mumbles into your hair.

“Thank you for not listening.” You smile.

“Anytime.” He kisses your forehead, “I will try and make it up to you, I promise, I’ll be better for you, I don’t want to lose you over all of this trivial bullshit.”

“Thank you, my love.”

->->->->->->

You wake up with a start, sitting straight up as vigorous knocking at your apartment door continues consistently.

You bound down the hall and grab the bat you keep by the front door, the rain assaulting the outside world finds its way inside as you open the door to be met with your father’s face.

You lower the bat slightly, “what the fuck do you want?” He hiccups and gasps, hands held in front of him in surrender as his face twists and contorts and sobs rip through his chest, “dad? What’s wrong? What happened?”

You drop the bat as your father falls on you, wrapping his arms around you, “I’m so sorry, baby.” He wheezes.

“Dad, what happened?”

Luke holds you tightly, like he used to do when you were little, his arms wrapped around you while his hand supports the back of your head, “he’s- JJs-“

You embrace your father in a way you haven’t since you were a child and as he speaks you feel so small again.

->->->->->->

You’re sat on Toppers porch in the pouring rain, the rain obscuring your tears, the suns coming up slowly. You don’t even remember the walk here.

You’re startled by the sound of the front door opening, you look up and Topper is standing there, frozen as he processes the sight of you.

“Top.” You cry and he’s at your side in seconds, pulling his raincoat over your shoulders and shushing you as he hides your face in his chest.

“What happened, baby, what’s wrong?”

“JJ he’s- my baby brother is-“ you can barely breathe as you try and vocalize the storm of thoughts that are going on in your head.

“Oh.” Topper mumbles, holding you tighter. He holds you until the rain subsides, and people start leaving their houses for work and school. An elderly woman catches Toppers eye as she stares at you, judgment heavy in her expression, “let’s go inside, baby.”

He kisses the side of your head as he works to get you to stand, “I couldn’t protect him Top- I couldn’t- he’s just a baby, my baby.” You sob and topper shushes you softly.

“I know, sweets, have you slept at all?” He asks as he slowly helps you up the stairs and to his room.

“A little.” You shrug and he sighs as he opens his bedroom door, trying to get you to sit on the bed, “I’m soaking wet, I’ll make the comforter damp.” You sniffle.

“That’s a problem for later, for right now why don’t you grab something new to wear from my closet and I’ll get you a towel, okay?” He smiles softly, trying to hold it together for you. He hated seeing you in pain, he hated making you cry but this was worse. He couldn’t fix this, no amount of comforting words or apologies could fix this.

When he goes to get a towel out of the laundry room his mother appears, as she does every morning, in her bathrobe, her hair and makeup done.

“Good morning.” She smiles, only for her face to fall when she sees the tears topper had unknowingly shed while trying to comfort you, “honey, what’s wrong?”

“Um, JJ maybank died.” He says, busying himself with finding you a towel to avoid meeting his mother’s eyes.

“Well that’s unsurprising.”

“What?”

“I mean it’s wholly unfortunate, but with all of the dangerous things him and his friends get into- i just can’t say I’m surprised.” She shrugs.

“Mom, a kids dead, my girlfriend’s brother is dead, that’s more than just unfortunate.” Topper seethes quietly, not wanting you to hear.

“Well I don’t know why you’re so shaken about this. It’s not like you ever got along with him.”

Topper sighs through his nose, balling to towel up in his hands, “im going to take care of my girlfriend, and pretend I didn’t hear that.”

“Oh top-“

“Don’t say any of that shit around her.” Topper warns and his mother is left standing there, stunned.

When he’s gets back into the bedroom you’re curled up on his bed in one of his tshirts and a pair of his boxers. He sits by you on the bed and moves the wet hair from your face, “can you sit up for me, baby?” You sniffle and sit up, tugging your knees to your chest.

Topper begins gently drying your hair, “are you hungry?” You shake your head, wiping your face on the sleeve of his T-shirt.

When he’s finished drying your hair you lay back down and he throws the towel in his hamper. He sits next to you on the bed and you rest your head in his lap as he arranges your damp hair to fall away from your face.

“Do you need anything?” He asks you softly.

“My brother.”

“I’m sorry.” He whispers and you shake your head.

“Can you just not leave?” You whisper softly.

“Of course. I’ll be right here, whenever you need me.”