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Paige Bueckers x makeup influencer (kind of like James Charles) and they do makeup on Paige (maybe do a q&a too) or review Christmas advent calendars in a YouTube video
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paige x reader
âHEYYY GUYSS!!! itâs me y/n and im here with my beautiful, amazing, talented girlfriend, the one ,the only PAIGEEEE BUECKERS!!â
âokay okay thatâs enoughâ paige responds trying to calm both of you down. but that failed miserably causing you both to burst into laughter.
âanyways! today weâre going to open pr packages iâve gotten from random companies. Oh! paige and i are going to do a Q&A so if anyone wants to ask some questions go for it!â
âjust not too many.â paige adds, already seeing the comments flood in.
âokay the first package we have is from Laneige!â and the first question is for paige!â your voice caused paigeâs ears to perk up.
âokay so the question is.. what is your favorite thing about me?â
you quickly look at paige and smiled before opening the package.
âumm.. iâd say my favorite thing about y/n is her personality and energy.â âon the internet she has an extroverted personality and a lot of energy, but iâm actuality sheâs super shy and introverted. she has such a calm energy and a soothing voice. so i would say thatâs my favorite thing about her.â paige stated with a smile with blush covering her cheeks.
you look down at the box, you have the brightest shade of pink on your face and the biggest smile.
âwhatâcha got thereâ paige asks looking over your shoulder.
âoh yes, so i have this really adorable laneige box filled with lip products. they have the cute lip balms and masks which are my favorite!â you try your best not to stutter, trying to ignore the warmth in your heart.
âaw youâre so cuteâ paige teases you
the comments flood in
âoooooâ
ây/n flusteredddâ
âi feel so single rn đâ
âpaige come home the kids miss youâ
you see that comment and your eye lit up.
âyea paige go home the kids miss you.âÂ
âpeople these days⌠jeezâ you say shaking your head at the camera .
âalright alright open your packages, since i have to go home to my kidsâÂ
by now youâve opened 5 packages and paige has answered a couple of questions.
you reach for the next box.
your eyes bright up with joy and you have the biggest smile on your face.
âAHHH ITS AN ADVENT CALENDAR!!â
âi love these so muchâ you exclaimed
wait why?
âuh a comment is asking you why you love themâ paige said trying to read it as fast as she could.
âomg yes! i love telling this story!â
âokay so this was back in 2021, paige and i were sophomores. at the time weâve been going out together for around 3 months. so she took me to this really really nice restaurant in hartford. it was the end of november, like before we went on thanksgiving break. we both came with gifts, i got her a stuffed husky to bring on her trip to remember me.â you start giggling feeling your cheeks becoming more and more flustered.
âand um she got⌠got me an advent calendar. since we would barely see each other for the month of decmeber, she said that each day i open is a little gift from her.â
âit was my favorite thing in the world. each day i would open it and i would call nika telling her the little surprise i got.â
âever since then i love getting advent calendars because they remind me of paige.â you smiled looking at the calendar in your lap.
without saying anything paige gave you a big hug and kiss.
âi love you so muchâ she tells you, with hearts in her eyes.
âi love you too.âÂ
(not my best work, but itâs a new concept for me so iâm trying my best) thank you for the great request đ
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: @heart4caitlin, @yannasuniverse, @patscorner, @pbno5, @st4rrzynight, @mrsarnold
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#just passed my first of five last few classes before i start my thesis#or theses even#and then finish my studies#i nearly shat myself but my god. it is very fun to do an exam at home in your pyjamas. i admit it was very funny#i also said i have a plushie called willem/wilhelmus and that was only funny to one of the two guys so i guess i did make a fool of myself#but it was worth it!#he called my knowledge of securty rights 'impressive'#im going to write that down and frame it#anyway thank you for reading this im going back to giggling
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YOU OWE ME - LN
warnings: none, just fluff (inspired by that one CL stream). this is so short pls forgive me
(also, anyone else seen the pics of lando in aus? FERAL for that man.)
âtier 1 sub - max can you tell lando to get off his computer and let me in the flat please im freezingâ max reads out, bursting into laughter, âyoure in trouble mate.â
max hears a travelling shout of swearing, getting quieter as landoâs headset is thrown to the desk and his entire body hurtling towards the front door.
âshit shit shit shit,â lando shouts, his fingers struggling with the keys left on the inside of the door. finally he manages to unlock the door and pull it open to see his girlfriend, rosy cheeked and a less than impressed expression.
âlando, how many times have i said to take the keys out of the door if you lock it and im not home - especially if youre not going to answer your phone.â
âim sorry baby, im sorry i know - i forgot,â he mumbles, his hands taking yours and bringing them to his face. he flinches slightly at the sheer coldness of your fingers, âdo you want a drink? hot chocolate? tea? coffee? itâll warm you upâ
âiâd love a cup of tea,â you smile sadly, shrugging your horribly thin jacket off. honestly, with the typical english winter, your jacket was almost useless in combatting the cold winds anyways. you move to follow lando into the kitchen, watching him fill the kettle and move to grab a mug from the cupboard.
âcome here,â you say, opening your arms slightly for lando to move into. he moves to you instantly.
âyouâre not angry at me?â
âno, i am. youre just warmâ you say, looking up to smile at him. his hands fall to your waist, gripping your hips and hoisting you up to sit on the counter, but he doesnât move back into your embrace. instead, his arms move to take his hoodie off himself, and pull it over your head.
âbetter?â
âslightly,â you're still smiling at him as you adjust the hoodie - lando can tell you're not angry at him, just slightly irritated.
âthe heatingâs on, my office is warm - you wanna go sit in there whilst i finish your tea, angel?â he asks, his hand stroking your cheek, âmax is on call if you wanna talk to him for a bit? heâs streaming but you already know that,â he grins, his tongue sticking into the side of his cheek.
âi think maxâs chat deserve to know how bad of a boyfriend you are,â you joke, hoisting yourself off the counter, ready to march on in and complain to the stream. landoâs hand catches your arm, spinning you back into his chest. his hand comes back to your cheek, and tilts your head back.
âim sorry baby, you know i am,â he frowns slightly - you reassure him that he is forgiven by pressing a small kiss to his lips. once again you go to move, but he pulls you back in, kissing you again - repeatedly pecking kisses all over your face and eventually your lips. his tongue swipes your bottom lip, begging for more. you pull your head back slightly, desperate to go and rat him out to max but his teeth nip down on your bottom lip again to prolong the connection.
âi donât think so, lan,â you giggle, smiling up at him again. lando groans and swears you almost skip your way to his office, excited to tell max as he prepares for a night of grovelling.
âmax. youâll never believe this man,â you sigh, after popping landoâs headset on your own head.
ây/n! how are you?â
âfreezing, max. and ÂŁ10 poorer now iâve had to sub to your twitch to be let into my own flat.â
âoh yeah, thanks for the sub,â max laughs out, looking at the chat, âitâs ok, chat reckon you should invoice lando for the inconvenience.â
âi think i might have to you know, although heâs making me a cup of tea right now and i might be able to pout my way into a takeaway tonight.â
ây/n that man is so whipped i donât think you need to pout your way into him doing anything for you,â he responds, his emphasis on anything making you grin slightly.
minutes later, lando comes into the room, using his foot to kick the door open in front of him, his hands full with your mug and your lip balm. hang on, lip balm?
âhere you go baby,â he says, placing the mug down on the coaster on his desk, âi put honey in it for your throat, and i brought your lip balm âcos your lips are dry,â he grins as he hands you the lip balm.
âmy lips wouldnât be dry if youâd answered the phone the first time i rang you,â you say, the eye roll evident in your voice, even to max who couldnât see your face.
âhang on, y/n, how does he know your lips are dry?â max interrupts, his laugh travelling through the headset.
âbecause max, when two people love each other very muc-â
âew stop it,â lando interjects, as he sets up a second set of headphones to join in the chat.
âheâs trying to regain my love with physical affection.â
âi can tell from your tone that itâs not working.â
âwell, after that âewâ i think i may have to revoke all physical affection.â
âyou wouldnât,â lando gasps, his hands dramatically clutching his chest.
âorder dominoes and ill reconsider. you owe me.â
âyeah lando, and send her ÂŁ10 to cover the cost of the twitch sub,â max shouts, siding with you, âchat also think you should, as a courtesy.â
you donât say anything, but turn to look at him, puppy dog eyes and a pout to complete the look.
âfine! fine,â he laughs again, holding his hands up in surrender, âi was going to offer anyways.â
âsure you were,â you and max manage to say simultaneously.
-
an hour later, your food had arrived and your saying goodbye to max and his chat, as lando goes to the door. however, by the time you shuffle into the living room, lando has began setting up netflix, sat next to a mound of blankets heâd brought in from your bedroom.
âhey you, come âere,â he says, leaning his back against the arm of the sofa and tapping the space between his legs. once you were settled, your back resting on his chest, he leans to grab the pizza box on the coffee table in front of you - it went down quickly.
âfunny how hungry you get when youâre left shivering in the freezing cold for hours," you think out loud.
âit wasnât hours and i didnât do it on purpose y/n,â lando whines, scoffing slightly at the time embellishment, absentmindedly playing with your fingers as he did.
âi know baby, iâm sorry. youâre forgiven,â you start to feel bad for him. he presses a kiss to the top of your head, before manoeuvring you both further down the sofa until heâs laying completely flat, and you roll over so that your head can lay on his chest. the two of you lay in silence for a few moments, the tv still playing quietly in the background, and you feel his chest moving with every breath.
lando's hands wander underneath his your hoodie, and begin to trace small shapes on your skin, making you shiver slightly. then, a thought hits you.
âsomeone needs to make a compilation of F1 drivers accidentally locking their girlfriends out because theyâre streaming,â he laughs as you say it, your whole body shaking from the shuddering of his laughing, "it seems to happen more than you'd think."
âhey! i wasnât streaming - max was, i was just there. AND! i paid you back, charles never paid his girlfriend back for the sub.â
âoh, arenât you generous.â
#lando norris#lando norris x reader#lando norris smut#lando x reader#lando smut#lando norris imagine#lando norris fanfic#formula 1#mclaren f1#mclaren#lando norris fluff#propertyofwicked
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vol 1; made to break your heart â king!steve harrington x fgirl!reader
summary: in which you see your ex making out with someone else leaving you with no choice but to fall right into the lap of his enemy, steve harrington. (wc: 5.2k+)
warnings: smut smut smut, minors DNI, or*l sx (receiving and giving oop), some good olâ bj, drinking, drgs, weed basically, no use of ây/nâ, degrading, praises, LOTS OF PRAISES, they are both switches but idk if that counts??, nicknames! reader is kinda heartless basically a maneater, steve is an arrogant bastard, and hes got a big BIG diâheart. some lilâ eddie mention that u might miss if u blink!
authors note: i am kinda thinking a pt.2 of this IM open to all ideas, but i kinda am thinking of making it like a mini-series? and maybe introduce eddie in the second part, and then make part 3 steddie? mmmhmm? what do we think? my asks r open for all and any ideass anyways not proofread bc of my lazy ass. ignore any mistakes.
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read vol 2 here
Booming music filled your ears, sweaty bodies swaying away from you but you couldn't care less.
Whispers from your back, collected gasps, and all you could do was watch.Â
Fingertips clutched on your dress in fury, gaze unable to tear away from the scene playing out right in front of your eyes.Â
Tinaâs lips were locked onto Billyâs, you thought it was pretty soon to be swapping salivas considering it had been barely two days since he broke up with you.Â
The red cup in your hand was almost smushed from the hardened impact of your fists, with a quick go, you downed it, ignoring Tommy and Carolâs cackles as they watched you.Â
With a roll of your eyes, you were quick to turn away from them, ignoring your friends calling out for your nameâyou didnât need this, you didnât need to be pampered. You just needed a generous amount of drinks, and maybe someone to keep yourself busy with.Â
Tina and her lame-ass party could go fuck themselves.
Billy was an asshole, no real surprise there. And you didnât care, because the relationship had run its course, again. Tough shit. You were used to it. Another break up with him.Â
You didnât care about it, the only thing you cared about was him crossing the line, making out with another girl in front of everyone.Â
Each break, the two of you fucked whoever you wanted to fuck, just to end up together again, drunkenly. But this time he made it everyoneâs problem, and you couldnât let him get away with that.Â
The whispers, and the collective giggles every time you passed by were making your blood boil.
You couldnât let that dipshit ruin your reputation, you werenât going to pathetically pine over someone who could barely make you cum. And you werenât going to let any of those gossiping assholes think otherwise.Â
You stumble onto the porch with a string of curses leaving your pouty lips, quick to fish out a joint courtesy to that Munson kid, always providing you with the best weed, either free or cheap, depending on how much you adjusted your skirt or batted your lashes at him.Â
Maybe, you should pay him a visit. For fucks sake, youâve seen him play, and he could roll a joint blindfolded, he knew how to put those fingers to use.
You could just imagine the scorching look on Billyâs face, his velvety lips scrunched together, a sickening feeling sinking into his stomach, knowing that you fucked Eddie Munson, the guy he always went to get his weed from.
The idea of it brings a delicious smirk to your lips. But it wouldnât be enough, no. You needed something more, something bigger.Â
âNeed a lighter, honey?â A coarse, smooth tone has your head cocking, the joint sitting on your lips rising with the impact.Â
Steve fucking Harrington.
Falling right into your lap.
Billy wouldâve flipped the fuck out if he knew. He always warned you about him, telling you that Harrington was off limits, no matter what. Well, until now.Â
Your gaze locks with his, dangerous, filthy, and exactly where you want him. Before you can drag out the joint to answer him, he acts quicker, brushing his fingertips on your chin, almost tugging you closer to him, he licks his lips, wetting them with a chuckle.
With a gentle flicker of his lighter, the tip of the joint smolders, casting a warm glow to your face that accentuates the smirk curved on your lips.Â
Your dress rides up your thighs when you straighten up, taking an inhale from the joint, you blow the smoke in his face without a care. He eyes each of your movements, the stupid grin sitting on his lips growing wider the more his eyes move up and down your body. You almost want to chuckle at how easy this is.Â
But you also know Steveâs type, you have to make them chase you a little bit, give them a little thrill, before you finally give in. And you had already been doing that, for the longest time.
Always teasing him, but never giving in. Your hands always brushed past his bicep just enough to let him know you were interested, eyelashes always fluttered at him, teeth biting on your bottom lip as you checked him out.Â
The little game had been fun, but you never plucked up the courage to fully give in to him, Billy wouldâve lost his shit. Besides, you knew his type, and you didnât want to be one of his other trophies. And you didnât have to be, you just had to use him to get yourself off, and piss Billy off. The second you walked into a room with him, you knew the party would be buzzing with the gossip.
You had the perfect excuse, the perfect excuse to finally divulge your fantasies, all the cheerleaders always blabbered about him, calling him an ass, but an ass who knew how to properly use his fingers and that dangerous mouth.
Exactly what you fucking need.
You had been pent up enough for the months you were with Billy.
This would be a little reward.Â
âAll alone?â He was smug, he absolutely knew about the break-up and possibly saw Tina and Billyâs show, so he knew this was the perfect opportunity to have you in his palm. In a fucked up way, that made you want him more, the unspoken game grew more intense with that gaze of his, he had the same idea you did. The fucker was smooth.Â
You nod curtly, not wanting to just fall into his lap. No matter how good he looked in those Leviâs jeans that cupped his ass perfectly. Why was he so fucking interesting to you? Arms all toned, face adorned with tiny moles, he almost seemed mystical.Â
And oh god, his hair. That soft, perfectly layered chestnut brown locks, so effortlessly cool that you just wanted to run your hair through it, tugging at it the more his lips sucked on your clit.
God, the thought had your thighs pressing together uncomfortably.Â
âA pretty girl like you shouldnât be all alone at a party,â he pouted mockingly. âWhereâs that boy toy of yours?â He tutted, hand dangerously planted on your back, ghosting over your hips.Â
That elicited a giggle out of you, âDidnât you hear all the rumors, pretty boy?â You leaned further, hand extending to offer him a huff. His attention was somewhere else though, eyes widening the more he admired you in that dress, showing off your curves in all the right way, tits almost busting out of your chest.
God, he had been waiting for this moment, an opportunity to have you, the second he fucking met you. But Billy got to you first. Â
âWe broke up.â That brought his attention back to you, a smirk played on his lips when he leaned into your hand, lips wrapping around the tip of the joint, he sucked on it but his dark amber eyes remained on you.Â
With an inhale, âGood.â He mumbled, âknew that dipshit couldnât handle someone like you.âÂ
âYou need someone better take care of youâŚâ he hummed, nose dipping closer to your features, âsomeone who knows how to handle all of this.â His hands were placed on your waist, traveling all over your body.Â
Your breath was quick to get caught in your throat, a whine leaving your lips with how forward he was being.
And shit, you understood the appeal, you always did, but this time, you were sure your hunger for him grew faster than you intended to. You were in his palm, and you were more than okay with it.Â
âYeah?â You teased with a giggle, head falling on his shoulder, brain getting fuzzier.Â
âI can make you forget him.â Heâs bold, and it has your thighs rubbing together.
âBy the time Iâm done with you, you wonât even remember his name, or how to walk.â Heâs so close to your ear, breath fanning against your breath as you almost shudder, but you play it off.
âYouâre all talk, Harrington.â You licked your glossy lips, head slightly tilted to the side, teasing him just enough.Â
âOh, sweetheart, I know youâve heard the rumors, and I know you want this as much as you do.â The cocky bastard licks his lips, and you want nothing more than to bite them.
âOh, yeah?â
âThe way you press your thighs together, that little whine you just did when I barely touched you⌠Tells me all I need to fuckinâ know.â He whispers, and you almost whine out when a sloppy kiss is planted on your neck, harsh and needy.Â
âYouâll be screaminâ and begginâ for me, angel.â
Your brows raise in interest. âThat a promise?â
âUh-huh.â He gives you a boyish grin.
âYouâre on, King Steve.âÂ
It didnât take the two of you long enough to find an empty bedroom, lips, and teeth clashing as soon as the door closed.
The wandering eyes of the party had followed you up until that point, so you knew as soon as the two of you left the room with your sexed-up looks, everyone would know.
And you would finally have a sweet release after months of Billyâs selfishness.
A win-win.Â
You let his curious hands wander around your body, quick to almost rip off your dress, he wants to savor this moment, wants the image of your body engraved in his mind, stuck into the back of it just so he can fish it out whenever he can.
But heâs impatient, heâs waited for this. Wanted you longer than ever, and finally, youâre putty at his hands, ready to take whatever heâs going to giveâor at least thatâs what he thinksâ And heâs feeling greedy. His mouth is pressed onto yours, sucking on your tongue before he lowers you down on the bed, you giggle softly when you sink into it, and Steve has never felt like this before, the hunger in his eyes ignites a spark of pleasure within you, quick to dampen your thighs with need.Â
A shocked gasp escapes your lips once he unhooks your bra with his left hand. Oh, heâs good. âPretty baby,â he murmurs before his mouth is latched onto your nipples. âPerfect fuckinâ tits,â He groans into your chest, hand toying with your lace panties, shaky breaths escape his lips as he earns more whines from you.Â
You look ethereal, with your mouth hung open, teeth biting on your glossed-up lips, head thrown back. Just like he knew youâd be.Â
The more he circles around your panties the more you feel that pent-up desire burning inside of you, all those orgasmless months with Billy, and Steve was going to elicit more with just a flick of his fingers than you ever had through the entire relationship.Â
Maybe thatâs why he always called you a bitch.Â
âSteve,â your whines come out pathetically as he looks up at you, layered hair already disheveled and that goddamn smirk sitting on his pretty lips.Â
âAlready begginâ, honey?â He mocks with a grin, tugging on your nipple, all teeth and no mercy. His tongue is making its way further down, soft, wet strokes tickle your body.Â
âFuck off,â You spit at him, barely, words dying down your throat when heâs quick to rip away your lacy panties. His light honey eyes are so much darker now, head thrown back when he visually drinks in your glistening pussy. Â
You look so fucking perfect, thighs spread apart, him between them, mouth hung open and ready to take all of him. He makes a mental image of it, burning it to the back of his mind.Â
âCâmon sweetheart, let King Steve know what you want, what you really need.â His voice is smooth and coarse, fingertips circling around your clit harder the more you whine for him.
âDo you need my fingers, baby? My mouth?â You moan at that, audibly. It has him chuckling darkly once he realizes how depraved you really are, one touch from him and youâre already soaking his fingers, whining like a pretty little slut.Â
If he knew how much youâd be such a good girl for him, he wouldâve done this much sooner. Wouldâve ruined your pretty little pussy for anyone else, Billy wouldâve had no chance over him.Â
âHas that asshole not been makinâ you cum?â It was more of a rhetorical question, but the way you shook your head with a pout, had him melting. He really had you and didnât know how to take good care of you? What a fucking loser.
âHoly fuckinâ shit⌠not even with his mouth?â His eyes widened, he really didnât think Billy would be that bad, everything was working to his advantage.Â
âHe- uh- he neverâŚâ You stammered, getting uncharacteristically embarrassed because it was, truly embarrassing. All those months with him, and half the time you faked it. Selfish prick.
âNever? Oh, babyâŚâ He coos with a dangerous smirk, lip all pouty and mocking, âNo wonder you were so desperate for me. You really needed this, huh?â He almost gave a chuckle, caressing your pussy with his middle finger, getting you all ready.Â
âJerk-â You want to curse out his cockiness, tell him you donât need him. Keep him grounded, but the whines heâs pulling out of you are enough to make him grin like a Cheshire cat.Â
Your breath gets shakier when his finger easies into your walls. âSshh, relax, baby.â He coos.Â
âIâll make you feel so fuckinâ good, doll.â His fingers are slickly working their way in and out of you, filthy sounds mingling with your moans as his nose brushes over your clit, causing your hips to start rocking up to him.Â
âHad this pretty little thing, and didnât even know how to take care of it, hmm? What a waste,â He hummed sweetly, index finger thrusting in and out of your sloppy walls.
âIf I had known youâd be this fuckinâ soaked, I wouldâve done this much sooner,â he taunts, fingers curling inside of you, enjoying the way you gasp out and buck your hips for more.Â
He dives in, pressing the flat of his tongue against your swollen lips, enjoying, fully tasting you. With a satisfied hum, he brings his eyes to meet yours, all fucked out, âJesus fuckinâ Christ, had this sweet pussy but never even tasted it⌠What a fuckinâ dumbass⌠Iâll give you what you deserve, babyâŚâÂ
Heâs going to explode soon, if he doesnât make you cum and then fuck you senseless. He can feel his balls draw up more and more, each time you whine, each time you plead for his name as a whisper.Â
He flicks the tip meticulously, giving you attention everywhere and anywhere, just like he knew youâd like it. âYou know, I usually would never do this on a first date,â He mocks, grinning all mouthy and you attempt to dive his mouth further into you, to shut his arrogant ass up, and that fucker resists, âBut god, youâre an exception⌠just begging to be fucked, you deserve this honey, canât be selfish with you.â
His licks are heavenly, sucking on your clit like a man possessed, and his name falls from your lips in such a filthy way that you donât even care how pathetic you look anymore. You accept it, you let him take full control, trashing beneath him.Â
âYou like that, angel?â His words are muffled into your cunt, the pad of his thumb still circling around your entrance while he sucks on your clit. Your head sinks further into the softness of the bed, eyes squeezed shut, breaking apart with just his tongue. He moans into your soppy walls, sending a shock wave of pleasure to ripple through you.Â
He doesnât even need your words, the visual of you squirming underneath him is enough to have him all bricked up, you taste like the sweetest sin. Velvety walls so tight that it has him bucking his hips into the bed, desperate for some friction, he needs you. And heâs sure he never wanted someone this badly before.Â
âSo fuckinâ special, arenât you? Such a desperate babyâŚâ You can feel his bulge against your thigh, sitting prettily and throbbing against his boxers. You always heard how big he was, but fuck, you finally get to feel it, and itâs glorious.Â
And he twitched in his boxers just from eating you out? God, he was fucking perfect. Â
He dips his head just enough to muffle out a few more words, âI wanna taste you fully, angel. Want you to soak my tongue.â He dives in before you can reply, eliciting dirtier moans from you, alternating between his fingers and his tongue.Â
He doesnât care about anything else but you, he wants you panting for him, cumming all over his tongue while you scream his name.Â
Your thighs start to shake once he pushes two fingers inside of you, gentle but rough enough to have you squirming and bucking your hips more into him, youâre at his mercy, and he loves how tight you are. Just the thought of your tight cunt milking his cock dry has his eyes rolling.Â
âS-steve,â you breathe out roughly, enjoying how his tongue is licking up that sweet spot. âI know baby,â he taunts all cockily, admiring the way your thighs shake with need. Youâre going to cum soon and that prick can feel it.Â
âN-need to cum, please,â your pleading is unintentional, you just need a desperate release, and heâs so fucking good.Â
âCum for me, angel, be a good girl for me, yeah?â Your eyes squeeze shut at the praise, and he takes note of that, admiring the way you tighten around his tongue and fingers at the praise.Â
His fingers are quick, making you scream out his name louder and louder. âThatâs it pretty girl⌠cum for me.â Arrogant fuck, you wish to say, but the way he laps up your juices has you whining like a little slut. And his smirk grows wider, a wet patch forming on his boxers with how hard heâs straining them, pathetically needing to be inside of you.Â
You tremble, trash, squirm beneath him, his touches and stripes of licks finally enough to have your stomach twisting, with final screams of âSteve!â and âF-fuck!â the coil inside of you snaps, orgasm overtaking you with such force that your eyes are glued shut.
A gush of sweetness trickles along Steveâs tastebuds, you taste so fucking good that it drives him even crazier, lapping up at your juices and not stopping until heâs sure youâve collapsed under him.Â
Heâs grinning like crazy, lips all glossy with your juices, and he looks so fucking pretty like this. It makes you want to return the favor.Â
So badly. And the need to know if the title Big Daddy Steve really suits him or not stirs your stomach, your core pooling with need. If itâs true, your mouth waters with the desire to have him, he looks delicious, and you know heâll look much more yummy while heâs fucking your mouth, pretty praises leaving his pale rosy lips.Â
The avoidant part of you screams at you to not do this, but your core is begging for more.Â
Maybe, just maybe, you could return the favor but still toy with him, take control, and mess with his mind.Â
Enough to have him begging, pleading for more from you.Â
As if he can hear your dilemma, he drags you back in, wrapping his fist around your hair as he pulls you toward him and draws your bottom lip into his mouth, all teeth, sucking with an exaggerated hum, âDo you like the way you taste on my tongue?â He mutters against your ear, licking a stripe of your neck.Â
Jesus, fuck. Now, you had to return the favor.Â
âTastes so sweet,â you giggle, you are going to suck him off, but you are going to lead the way now. A smirk gleams on your lips. Teasingly, your hands trace the edge of his boxers, enough to earn a rude whine from him as you squeeze him through the harsh fabric.Â
Youâre quick to yank his shirt off of him without a warning, and heâs quick to flaunt his well-muscled, heaving chest.Â
Asshole.Â
With a strong flip, you manage to straddle him, taking him by surprise while you grin at him, and to say Steve is intrigued would be an understatement, his cock twitches at your brow raise. âWhat are you doing, baby?â He still manages to be so cool that your thighs ache.Â
âReturning the favor,â you shrug with a smirk, eliciting low grumbles from him when you lower yourself on his chest, leaving sloppy kisses, mouth tracing a trail that leads to his delicious v-line.Â
You lift the elastic away from his waist, freeing his throbbing tip, the red tip slaps against his abdomen, and your brows pinch together in astonishment admiring it.Â
Jesus fucking Christ, he was not all talk.Â
King Steve, indeed.
You had to hand it down to those gossipy cheerleaders, they had described him to a t, perfect girth, slightly bent to the left, and big, really fucking big, you probably needed to use your hands along with your glossed lips to take all of him in.Â
He chuckled at your expression, basking in the glory of your widened eyes, âLike what you see, angel?â Another taunt, but you ignore it with a smirk this time. Pooling saliva in your mouth, you spit on the angry tip, Steve hisses at the impact and watches with a low grumble once you wrap your palm around his shaft.Â
He reveled in how perfectly your soft manicured fingers looked around his delicate bubblegum pink tip, attending to his every need.
Your warm fingers are working their way around his cock, coating his length with your spit as you tugged at it gently, causing his eyes to nearly roll back in his head.
He tries his best to swallow his groans, but his hips desperately jerk up at your hand, desperately fucking it, rendering you speechless.
âYou like that, baby?â Your tone was teasing, and if he didnât feel like he was about to explode he wouldâve gripped your hair and fucked your mouth with such roughness that all that you would be thinking about would be his huge cock, punishing you for being such a tease, but he was the one wrapped around your finger now, literally. Â
âSâbig, Stevie,â you coyly batted your lashes at him, and a shuddered breath left your parted lips as you looked up at him between his thighs.Â
He almost wept at the sight, shit shit shit, you were all of his dreams wrapped into one, and he could barely speak. Your palm easily glided down his length, saliva working as a lubricant as you teased him further.Â
Your other palm was quick to cup his balls, massaging them and giving them a gentle tug, while your other hand still glided down his length, enjoying the way he struggled not to let out loud groans in your hold.
Without any other word, your head tilted down, quick to mouth the tip of his intense tip, it was almost hot to touch, waiting to be attended to, so needy. Just like him.
You swipe his tip, collecting his pearl of pre-cum gently. âJesus f-fuck!â Pathetic coarse whines leave his parted lips, he lets you take control, eyes clenched tightly.Â
You give his tip more kitten licks, trying to get your throat ready for his lengthy cock. âJust like that, honey,â He praises with his head thrown back, he avoids looking into your eyes, knowing that the fucked out look on your face as your pouty lips wrapped around his cock would be enough to have him spill down your throat in seconds.
And it would be a bit embarrassing for Steve, to lose his reputation to you in a matter of seconds.
âMoreâŚâ He demands, but you ignore it while you continue your teasing sweet flicks on his tip, feeling him twitch around your tongue. âPretty girl,â He whines and jolts his pelvis for more, desperate and needy. Just where you want him.
âMhmm?â You whine with your mouth full, it sends a rush of pleasure through him, âSuck it, baby,â he whines again, this time pained with need. Your greedy eyes smile up at him and heâs sure you have done something to him.
Because he never wanted to cum this bad before. He wants to wipe that smirk off your face while you gag on his cum, struggling to swallow all of it as it spills down your cheeks, glistening your breasts, ruining that gloss forever, and instead, you walk around with his semen all over your face and lips.
It pulls a twisted groan out of him, you make him feel so perverted and he canât fucking help himself. You finally accept his pleas, and with one glorious tug, you finally wrap your lips around his cock, fully, getting teary-eyed each time you try to take more of his flesh.
Steve canât help himself, his head is dipped down, and he immediately feels his balls ache at the visual of you, crystal tears staining your cheeks, and even then, that lewd look did not leave your eyes.
âF-fucking slut, just like that,â His groans are uncontrollable, hips bucking further into your mouth. You donât let him yank you by your hair, just yet. You let your mouth adjust to him, sucking him deep and tight.Â
âSuch a good girl, suckinâ my cock with all she has, mmpf.â His praise has your core clenching, damn him.Â
He admires your pouty lips fully wrapped around his flesh, sucking and hollowing your cheeks as you wail for him, âShit, shit, baby, l-look so pretty with my cock down your throat, mmhmmâŚâ He coos, words incoherent.
âWill look even prettier with my cum shooting down that throat, isnât that right, angel?â You hummed in agreement, looking up at him with your dark, hooded gaze, an unintentional grin playing on your lips.
He mumbled a string of curses, praising you, worshipping you. You continued your stroke on his base harshly, working the head with your tongue, a new angle that had him go absolutely insane.Â
âMmmhmm, need your cum, Stevie.â You mumbled, momentarily letting your hand do all the work before you dove back in, taking his stiff cock deep in your throat, he had been struggling before, but your words were his last straw.
Because it was exactly what he fucking wanted, owning your mouth, and fucking it with ease.Â
His palm turned into a fist the second he held your hair, yanking it down as he pushed you further down on his cock, enjoying the way it hit the back of your throat, you gagged around it, all teary and Steveâs head fell back in pure ecstasy. âY-yes, yes, fuck!âÂ
âGonna cum, baby, mmmpf, god-â He panted, his cock twitching more and more you sucked on him.
âGonna fuckinâ s-shit-â He shuddered, thighs shaking while your throat continued to squeeze the tip of his cock, and once you gave his balls some more attention, he knew he was a goner.Â
âFuckinâ give i-it to you,â He barely let out when his eyes glued shut together, almost rolling to the back of his head when you gagged around his cock, with a glorious groan of âFuuuuuck!â Steve came in your mouth, hips still bucking into your throat as a spurt of his warm load spilled down your throat, coating it nicely.Â
You only let go of his softened cock with a âpop!â sound once you made sure you sucked him dry, swallowing all of it while Steve watched you with such a dazzled look that it almost made you want to do more with him. But, no. This had been enough.
You enjoyed his salty taste in your mouth and the way his fingers and mouth worked inside of you. And that was enough for you. For now.
âJesus fuckinâ Christ,â He grumbled a chuckle that had you grinning and winking at him. God, men really were easy. One blowjob and Steve was already looking at you like you were the most precious thing in his life.Â
You had to go easy on him, tell him that you werenât going to let him fuck you.
Because you got what you wanted, an orgasm, and the reputation of fucking âKing Steveâ, everyone would be gossiping about the two of you by now, it was a matter of time before that douchebag found out.
He tried to pull you in for a kiss, but you were quick to dodge it, getting up from the softness of the bed with a groan while Steve curiously eyed you.Â
His brows were quick to pinch together, watching the way you easily slipped your tight dress on your body while you admired yourself in the mirror. Rubbing your lips together to fix your gloss, fingertips cleaning over the smeared mascara running down your cheeks.
âW-what are you doing?â He inquired, his face quick to fall down.Â
You shrugged nonchalantly, âI want to go dance,â brows then raised in excitement âOoohh! Maybe I could get some more weed, have you seen Munson around?â You questioned, that lustful look still dancing in your eyes.
âUhhhâŚâ he stammered, still confused on what the fuck just happened. âY-yeah I think-â
âThank fuckinâ god!â You hummed with a giggle, rushing over to his side, sloppily planting a kiss on his cheek, all shiny and smeared with his juices.
You were halfway through the door when Steveâs protests stopped you. âWait, wait, wait!â He straightened up, softened cock and all, his glistening chest was begging to be touched, but as you decided, not today.
âWhat the fuck? I thought-â
âWhat?â You asked cluelessly, brows raised.Â
âWe were just getting started, angel,â He tried, but his voice wasnât as arrogant or confident as it was before, and it took you so much to not let your lips twitch into a smirk.Â
One orgasm and he was already broken? Steve was fun to play with it. Â
Your giggle at him wouldâve felt mocking if you didnât do it so prettily, Steve just watched in awe.Â
The poor boy.Â
âYou didnât think it would be that easy, would you?â You tilted your head with a pout. Oh, you were good, he had to give you that.
Because once he literally got a taste of you, he wasnât going to stop.Â
His lips kissed his teeth, it was surely hypocritical of him to think this was unfair since thatâs what he always did to other girls.Â
âButââ
âSee you around, pretty boy,â you cooed, throwing a wink toward his way, and shutting the door with that. Leaving Steve all alone.Â
He had never felt this way before. The way his cock twitched just the thought of you again had his mind flooding, you used him, gave him the best fucking head of his life, and then left.Â
Maybe this game wouldâve pissed him off if someone else did it to him, if it was any other girl he wouldâve lost interest, thinking she was trying too fucking hard, but it was you.
And all it did was drive Steve crazier, and make the chase all the more fun, and Steve was nothing, if not persuasive.Â
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flirt - rafe cameron
nice!rafe x reader college au warnings - smut, swearing, drinking summary - when rafe cameron finally takes an interest in you, you think its just another one of his one night stands
get comfy, grab a snack, because baby its longgger. i spent all day on this :) (hahaha ha ha h a) anyways, i wanted a nice, possibly even goofy rafe instead of him being batshit crazy all the time. so please forgive the personality change, we'll be back to our regularly scheduled programs soon.
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when rafe cameron entered the room, everyone swooned. the football star of unc chapel hill, the hottest guy on campus, the flirt. everyone would gladly drop to their knees for him, except you.
it was like something was wrong with you. because you absolutely did not understand what everyone was always going on about over him.
sure, he was tall and handsome. he was good at football. but he seemed like a complete jerk.
you were a sophomore at unc, rafe was a junior. youâd become very familiar with the horror stories of being around and getting with rafe cameron.
he fucks girls then leaves them on read, picks fights for no reason, drinks way too much, and has a god awful ego.
you just did not get it.
at the party, in some worn out, dirty frat, you stood with your friends in a corner, people watching and giggling.
it had been a fun night so far, meeting new people and having a few too many shots.
but when rafe cameron and his friends walked into the room, everyoneâs attention was on him.
you saw him, and wanted to scream âbooooâ. rolling your eyes, you walked away from your enchanted friends towards the makeshift bar.
a drunk frat brother poured you another drink as your phone dinged. you went to check it, and when you looked back up, there he was, in all his materialistic glory.
âhey angel.â rafe lifted the corner of his lip, handing you the cup the brother just filled.
âthank you.â you smiled for only a second, hopefully fast enough he didnât even see it, then started to walk away.
âhey, wait!â rafe called behind you, useless. you took a guess that tonight, it was your turn to be the special girl in rafe cameronâs life. you didnât want that title.
your friends stared in bewilderment as rafe cameron stalks behind you, and pulls on your arm ever so gently to get you to turn around.
âwhatâs your name?â he asks, his face blank of any little smirk he had before.
âdepends on whoâs asking.â you shrug, taking a small sip of the juice from your cup. it was strong.
âme.â he clarified, a look on his face telling you should have already known that.
âoh. then, no.â you give him a sweet smile. he scoffs, shaking his head.
âand if itâs for my homeboy over there?â his long finger sticks out and points towards one of his friends, one youâd seen on campus before, but couldnât put a name to his face.
âoh, if itâs for him, get him to come over here and iâll tell him myself.â
âwhatâs your problem with me?â rafeâs face scrunched up, crossing his arms over his chest.
âi donât have a problem, im just not interested.â you give him one last sickly sweet smile, before returning to the group of friends, patiently waiting to interrogate you.
it had only been a few days since yourâs and rafeâs interaction. you hadnât thought about it much, after getting home to your apartment and debriefing your friends, it had slipped out of your mind completely.
that was, until, you saw him walk into the coffee shop you were studying at.
immediately, you ducked your head, hoping not to get spotted.
he went up to the counter and ordered, fiddling with a straw in his hands, back turned to you.
you thought maybe he had missed you, so with a sigh of relief, you went back to your schoolwork.
âhi, angel.â you cringed at the voice. looking up, there he was.
he was wearing a bandana, tied around his head, some old carhart jacket. he had good style, youâll give him that.
âoh, hey.â you tried your best to not sound so sincere.
âhowâve you been?â he asked, inviting himself to take a seat across from you.
âgreat. how about you?â his smile lit up his face, thinking he was finally getting somewhere with you.
he went to answer, when you cut him off, âiâm so sorry, i donât know your name?â it came out more of a question, a dare.
his smile faltered for a second, and you took that as a win, before he stuck his hand out in between you two.
âiâm rafe cameron.â despite protests, you took his hand in yours to shake it, ignoring how much of a difference in size there was.
he raised his eyebrows, âyour turn.â
âstill not interested. lovely to see you, though.â you let go of his hand, putting your focus back into your schoolwork.
he scoffed, stood over you for a second, appearing to be looking at something on the table in front of you.
he chuckled, low, then bent down a bit. âiâll see you later, yn.â
he picked up his coffee and walked out the door without a second glance. alarm bells were going off in your head. how could he possibly know your name?
you grabbed your cup to take a sip, and realization hit you like a brick. on the side of the plastic, your name was written in simple black sharpie.
recently, practice hadnât been fun. especially since rafe realized the football team practices right next to the womenâs soccer team. and also, since rafe found out you were on the womenâs soccer team.
heâd made every effort to get your attention, calling your name and throwing footballs towards the soccer pitch, more or less annoying you. your teammates would squeal and giggle, and you groaned.
coach called practice, and as you were packing up your gear and getting ready to make the trek back to your locker rooms, you heard the distinctive voice from behind you.
âangel, how was practice?â you turned, seeing rafe, sweaty and red.
you probably looked the same at him. youâd been running on and off for two and a half hours today, you probably did not look your best. rafe would have disagreed.
âfine, thanks.â you wiped your face with a towel, taking your cleats off and finding your shoes.
âyou know, when your face is all red like that, it makes me wonder what you look like when youâre getting f-â you hit rafe on the chest with the back of your hand.
âyouâre appalling. does that line ever work on anyone?â you were completely disgusted by him right now, even if the thought did draw a little curiosity from you.
âsometimes. let me take you out on a date.â un phased, rafe cameron persists.
âwhy would i ever say yes after the comment you just made?â you laugh in his face, earning a shit eating grin from him.
âgive me one chance. i donât know what you think about me, but give me a chance to prove im not whatever it is.â
âno.â
âplease, angel.â the way his voice upped an octave erupted thoughts, lot and lots of thoughts.
so, youâd finally give him a little bait to chew on for a while. âi'll think about it.â
with that, you left him standing by the benches. you rolled your eyes at the boy, but couldnât help but smile.
three hours later you had a follow and dm from rafe cameron.
rafecam: have you thought about our date yet?
yourusername: no, not really
rafecam: come on angel
rafecam: one date is all iâm asking
yourusername: thatâs all itâll be since youâll ghost me afterwards! itâs perfect!
rafecam: ohhh so thatâs what you think
yourusername: the answer is no
rafecam: iâm not taking that for an answer
rafecam: itâs yes or yes
rafecam: iâll be the perfect gentleman
rafecam: im the man of your dreams come onnnn
yourusername: youâre funny
rafecam: so does tuesday night sound good?
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yourusername started following you!
deciding on something nice, but not too nice, you took your hair out of the rollers and sighed.
itâs your date with rafe tonight. you were feeling a lot of emotions.
youâd gone through rafeâs instagram the night he dmed you, had followed him back. there was even some 'get to know you' conversations somewhere in between.
pictures of his parents and sisters, his friends, pictures of them on a beach, all smiling. no pictures of him out at a party, or arms slung around girls. there was an image to maintain, though. the quarterback at unc, with forty thousand followers, of course he wasnât going to post that.
you rolled your eyes and jumped up to show your roommate the black silk dress you were wearing for the dinner date at the fancy restaurant in town. anna was funny, bowing down in front of you like you were some god.
the doorbell to the apartment rang and your eyebrows furrowed. you thought, âno way heâd find a way to get up here, no way heâd find your apartment, no way heâd willingly come up here and ring my doorbellâ.
but there he was, on the other side of the door, holding a small bouquet of your favorite flowers. your jaw almost dropped.
he was dressed nicely, a smile painted on his tanned features.
âhow did you know where i live. and how do you know about the flowers?â you invited him in, giving him a undoubtedly suspicious look.
âdonât worry, angel. i have my ways,â he smirked, looking at your roommate. âhey anna.â
âoh, okay. got it. got it, thanks anna.â you shake your head, grinning as you put your head in your hands.
âweâll put these in water then head out, yea?â rafe grabbed the scissors while you grabbed a vase to fill up with water, moving in perfect harmony.
the dinner went well, surprising you. he was a gentleman, like he had promised.
and as much as you hated yourself for it, you swooned, just like that.
his smile, and his jokes, and the lack of inappropriate ones. you thought maybe the bar was on the floor, right now you didnât care. you could only thing about maybe, you could have been wrong about him.
heâd walked you back up to your apartment on the second floor, carrying his jacket and your heels over his shoulder as you walked together.
when you got to your door, it was unlocked, thank goodness, because you forgot your keys.
âthese are yours. angel, i had a really good time. promise youâll text me in the morning?â rafe asked as he held out your heels, a true, genuine look in his eye signaling he meant it.
you shrugged, love drunk, and pulled his arm so he fell inside with you. âweâll see.â
he dropped the jacket and heels on one hump on the floor, grabbing around your waist and pulling you in.
the kiss was so desperate and rushed, but still gentle. one of his arms wrapped around your waist as you clung to his neck.
pulling apart, you grabbed his chin and lifted it upwards, placing light kisses on his neck, then sucking. his hands grabbed at your hips.
âyou look so good. holy fuck, angel.â he returned the favor, kissing down your neck and shoulder, playing with the strap of your dress with his teeth.
you pulled him towards your room, and at first, he didnât hesitate.
he faltered once you got to your door, pulling back from you.
âangel, iâve wanted to fuck you since the moment i saw you, but i want to do this right.â
you were taken aback, not believing the words that were coming out of rafe cameron's mouth. you almost thought he was kidding, letting out a anxious chuckle, met with a confused stare.
"did you just say no to sex?" you questioned. he nodded, looking just as surprised by himself as you were.
he doesn't fucking like me, you thought. how could you be so stupid? of course, of course rafe cameron doesn't want you the same way you want him. do it right? what does that even mean?
and there it was, surprising you again, because since when did you want rafe? have feelings for rafe?
"okay, um well, goodnight, then." you tried, tucking your hair behind your ears and grabbing your heels from the ground.
"okay. goodnight, angel." he took a step forward to try and kiss you, but you crossed your arms over your chest and shook your head.
he faltered, heart shooting out of his chest. the one time he tries to treat a girl right, and he's fucked that up, too. he grabbed his jacket, stood up straight, gave you one last look and closed the door behind him.
rafe: good morning
rafe: do u maybe want to get coffee with me
rafe: or i could get it and bring it to u
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rafe: helllllloooooo
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rafe: angel what's goin on
rafe: text me back yn
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it had been three days since you spoke to rafe. it'd been three weeks since you met him, officially. your emotions had been twisted, confusing. heâd been gone for an away football game. he stopped texting you after that.
you watched the game with your roommate anna, rafe throwing pick after pick, completely off his game. you sighed, hoping that the small flame inside trying to convince you you're the reason he keeps messing up is wrong.
the game ended, they won by one point. the team cheered on the field as number forty six walked off the field, helmet in hand and head hung low.
rafe: can you please talk to me
rafe: i would take you telling me you hate me over this
you: can you come over?
rafe: be there in ten
he was there in seven minutes, actually. looks of hesitation painting his features when you opened the door for him.
"you've been okay? you didn't text me back on wednesday."
"yea, we should talk about that." you nodded. his face slumped, he looked defeated.
"what? what is it, angel?" he took a step towards you.
"listen, i really only said yes to that date so you'd leave me alone," rafe felt a little bit liked he'd been punched. "but that entire date i felt so good, and i was honestly just fine with having one night with you and never speaking to you again. but then you said you didn't want to and whatever you meant by that, i'm not sure, but it, like, threw me off." you rambled, arms crossed over your chest in defense.
"i wasn't gonna have sex with you if it meant i never talked to you again." his blue eyes hidden under thick lashes, unable for you to get a good read on them.
"but rafe, thats like all you're known f-" your hands went up in defeat as you tried to finish your statement.
"was, it was. i wish you'd just talk to me instead, angel. but this-" he waves a finger between you two- "is different. i don't know if its because you give me shit every time i try to flirt with you or that you're just unlike anyone i've ever met, i don't fucking know. but id rather give this an actual try than pretend i could treat you like you didn't mean something more."
speechless, thats what you were. taking two steps forward and pulling him in. he tasted like mint gum, smelled like wood and vanilla. his lips parted, letting you familiarize yourself with his mouth.
he pulled back, "go on another date with me?" you laughed, then nodded, then pulled him back into you.
he pulled back again, "be my girlfriend?"
"you're pushing it, rafe." giving him a peck on the lips.
"well, just using my logic, here. if you're my girlfriend, then that means were giving it a try and we can fuck all we want." he shrugged, a hand finding its way under your t-shirt and onto your hip.
"you sound insane. ask me again later." you whispered into him, pulling him into your room, this time he didn't budge. rafe cameron, in your small, student housing bedroom, pulling your shirt off.
he kissed your neck, bit at the spots he'd sucked, picking you up and rolling onto the bed with you, earning a laugh from you.
you grabbed the hem of his shirt and tugged it up, rafe helping you out. your hands found their way to his upper arms, he closed his eyes and flexed under your touch, almost unconsciously.
"you look so pretty, angel. always do." he whispered, leaned down to kiss you again. he pulled your thin, loungewear bra to the side, let out a quiet groan, and kissed.
and he would have done anything to hear that small moan from you for the first time again. your hand reaches up to grab his hair as one nipple is in his mouth, the other being rubbed between his fingertips.
"angel, you want this as bad as i do?" he looked up at you, watched you nod, and smiled, kissing down to your naval.
lifting your lips, he slid the shorts off you, then his sweatpants next.
he lined himself up, pushing into you slowly, memorizing the sound of your gasps and moans. surely, this is what heaven felt like. sounded like. "holy fuck."
two strong arms landed on each side of your head as he slid in and out of you.
his words came out all incoherent, with a lot of 'please', 'angel', and 'pretty''s thrown in there.
this wasn't the kind of sex you'd have with rafe, you thought it would be more rough, not sweet and caring.
your eyes closed, his hand flying to your face, gripping your chin. "open your eyes, pretty girl. i wanna see you. wanna see whats mine." you let out a moan, clenching around him, too deep in pleasure to care that rafe knew you liked that.
"say it." rafe moaned, his pace fastening, a steady hand still on your face.
"im yours, rafe." he pulled you up as you gasped for the millionth time. now, riding him, your face was an inch above his, his features looked perfect under the sunlight.
"are you mine?" you got out, in between moans.
"since the first time i ever laid eyes on you. all yours, angel."
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love you till my lungs give out
paige bueckers x reader
word count- 2k(lord)
notes: this fic was such a great write for me, as it focuses around eating disorders, which is something iâve personally struggled with. i know this is a sensitive topic, so please, if this makes you uncomfortable, scroll away, or read at your own risk.
thanks to: literally the biggest thanks ever to @melpthatsme for dming me your idea and helping me work through it, i really could not have done this without you, so everyone thank them
also thanks to @imaginespazzi and @bueckersstrap for reacting to my random messages about this
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the first time it happened, i barely realized i did it.
âpaigey, my head hurts so bad right now. like, im gonna die right here,â i groan, hiding my face in the fabric of her hoodie, trying to lock out any stray amounts of light coming from the covered windows. she runs her hand through my hair, and starts to ever-so-gently massage my temples. i sigh in quiet relief, and then she tries to pull me up to lay on top of her.
âuh uh, paige, no,â i say. i try to shake my head at her, but a bolt of pain flies through me, forcing my head back down.
âjusâ tryna help you get comfy, ma,â she whispers, bundling me up in a blanket and pulling me back into her side. she moves her warm hands up and under my t-shirt, but i squirm about, complaining that theyâre too cold, even though iâve never felt anything more soft and warm, so she moves them back over my shirt. but i donât notice it, not really. and neither does she.
the second time, i know what i did.
âso, what should we order to eat?â paige asks, scrolling on her phone for different options.Â
âmm, what if i cooked here, for something different! i can make you a grilled cheese,â i joke, nudging her arm with my shoulder. âthatâs all i know how to cook anyway.â
she giggles, standing up with me and following me to the kitchen. she hoists herself onto the counter, and watches me intently as i pull out the things for a sandwich. i grin at her, moving to step in between her legs and take her face in my hands.Â
âyouâre so cute,â i say, pressing a kiss to her nose. she hops off of the counter and follows me to the stove. paige is just too sweet to me sometimes. iâm cooking dinner for her, the least i can do, really, and sheâs cozied up behind me, arms around my waist her hands are barely touching, she can barely fit them around me and her chin is resting softly on my shoulder. sheâs pressing light pecks to whatever area she can reach, and i feel at peace, in the kitchen, for a few moments. then it stops.
âwhy arenât you making one for yourself baby?â she asks, spinning me around to lean me against the countertop, forgetting her sandwich beside her.
âiâm feeling, um, nauseous,â i stutter, stumbling over the excuse. she lets me go, though she looks skeptical.
âcmon, just have a bite of mine then. baby, you really need to eat more, thatâs probably why you havenât been feeling very well lately.â
i allow her to feed me a small bite, then quickly use my fingers to silently add that to whatever else i ate today. i read somewhere that to lose weight, you need to burn more calories that you eat. tomorrow, i need to burn around 800. Well, 804 now.Â
the third time, i think paige noticed something was up.
âma, this is literally the fourth time youâve said that youâre cold. just take my fucking hoodie, iâm actually begging you,â she pleads, taking it off and offering it up to me. i shake my head, again, and press myself further into her chest, rubbing my arms to try and make the goosebumps disappear. she pulls me into her, then moves her mouth to my ear.
âis everything okay baby? do you wanna go home?â she whispers, nuzzling my neck with her nose. i shrug, not wanting to make her leave if she wasnât done chatting with people yet. she makes the decision for me, standing up and tugging me with her. her hand finds its way to the small of my back, and she guides me towards the door. i sway slightly as we stand, blood rushing to my head. i take it as my lack of protein, or anything really, catching up to me. she stops walking, lurching to grab me by both shoulders and bend to eye level with me.
âdarling, i want you to be honest with me. what have you eaten today?â i shake my head, feeling my cheeks going red at the thought of her confronting me. i look down, trying to avoid eye contact with her as my eyes fill with tears. she wraps me up into a hug, planting a kiss to the top of my head. she pulls me to the car and helps me in, then climbs into her own door, but makes no move to turn the car on. instead she pulls out her phone and asks me âso, where do you wanna stop and pick up food on our way home?âÂ
âpaige, iâm really not that hungry, just tired and need to be with you in bed for the night. can we please just go home?âÂ
she nods, but looks at me skeptically out of the corner of her eye. she must know that all iâve eaten today is half an energy drink and a piece of gum. iâll eat something with her tomorrow, i guess. we can go out to lunch together and then when she goes to the gym ill go on a run. then sheâll see that im okay.
the fourth time, or probably the fifth or sixth, really, i donât notice it, so i donât think she does either.
âcmere pretty,â paige mumbles, reaching her arms out to me from where sheâs laying on the bed. i slowly move to lay next to her, but roll away when she tries to take my sweater off.
âhey, baby, what?â she whines, apparently frustrated by the lack of contact.
âi wanna leave it on, paigey,â i tell her, moving my hand into the waistband of her shorts.
âbut i wanna see you, please baby,â i donât like saying no to her, but this is one thing i very rarely back down on.
âuh uh, sorry. lemme taste you, though,â i respond, moving to tug her shorts down.
ânah, come and sit on my face, cutie.â she smirks at her own words, but iâm not laughing. i scramble off the bed, standing up to black spots in my vision. i stand still, squeezing my eyes shut to get rid of the feeling. i stay there for im not sure how long, when i feel strong arms loop around my shoulders and help me onto the bed. paige helps me lay down, placing my head in her lap, then starts to comb through my hair with her fingers. she doesnât say anything, and iâm grateful for that. obviously, she just thinks im tired. she knows im okay.
this time, im sure she noticed. it would be hard not to.
iâve just come home from a run to the gym, dripping in sweat. itâs part of my new routine. i jog a mile and a half to the gym, i walk on a stairmaster or inclined treadmill there, then run home. normally i leave when paige leaves for practice, and come home just as sheâs getting home, if not a little before so i can shower before she gets here. today, i mustâve done a little too much, because by the time i walk in the door, my head is spinning. i walk into the kitchen, sitting down at the island and resting my head in my hands, trying to clear my vision. i donât hear when the door opens.
âbaby, are you okay?â i hear. i sit up quickly, startled, then put my head back down immediately, because my vision goes nearly dark again.
âmhm, just tired you know? just got back from a run.âÂ
âyouâve got to take a rest day sometimes, darling,â she coos, taking my face into her hands and pressing a kiss to my nose. i nod, knowing i wonât do it.
sometimes i donât realize it, but she knows exactly what to do.
iâve just finished cooking dinner, just some simple spaghetti and a salad. i place her bowl of noodles in front of her, then settle down with my salad. when i stand up to get a glass of water, then come back, i canât help but notice sheâs switched our bowls.
âpaigey, could i, possibly, maybe, have my bowl back?â i ask, trying to seem lighthearted.
âoh, yeah, sure,â she answers, sliding it back towards me. but when i try to slide hers back, she stops me.Â
ânah, you eat that too. seems like you forgot to serve yourself noodles, so ill go make myself a new bowl.â she stands up, but i scramble in front of the stove quicker, blocking her way.Â
âwhy would you do that, when i made you a whole bowl? eat it,â i tell her, pointing back to the countertop. she lunges at me, lifting me easily and placing me on the countertop. why would she pick me up? she definitely thought i was too heavy. i bet she leaves after this. she drags her my bowl over, twirls a few noodles onto the fork, and begins to prod my mouth with it.Â
âcmon honey, just a bite. itâs not like itâs poison, you literally just cooked it,â she presses. i start to shake my head, so she moves the fork and instead swoops in for a kiss. i return her advances eagerly. hoping it distracts her. she moves her head down, pressing open mouthed kisses to my neck, and my mouth falls open. i donât realize sheâs noticed that until sheâs setting the forkful of food between my lips and lightly closing them.
âitâs one bite, ma. letâs get it eaten, then you can be done.â i chew, not really having the choice to run and spit it out. once i swallow, she beams at me.
âsuch a good girl, baby. iâm so proud of you.â
at some point, she wins
âcome here now, baby,â paige demands, grasping me by the waist and yanking me in front of her. iâd been about to climb into the shower when she spotted me through the bathroom mirror, stripped down to nothing. sheâd grabbed me, pulled me into my room, and positioned us in front of the full-length mirror to the side.
âyou see how perfect you are? how pretty?â she mumbles into my ear. i let my eyes flutter shut as she snakes her hand down my body, stopping to circle her finger over my clit. a groan slips out from my lips, and she stops.
âalright, i want you to keep on looking right in the mirror, ma. want you to see how perfectly you take my fingers.â i writhe against her, trying to keep my eyes open and hold myself up at the same time. she plunges three fingers into me. i cry out, locking eyes with her in the mirror, she smirks, the same way she always does when drawing a climax from me. i go boneless. if she hadnât been holding me so tightly, i would be on the floor.
ânow can you see how amazing you are? you donât gotta change anything about you, iâll love you no matter what. you should stop listening to what others say, because people that love you, like me, want you, no matter what you look like. i, personally, think youâre perfect. iâll love you till the day my lungs give out, and even then, iâll use my last breath to say it again.â
after that, it happens less often. some days, i still forget to eat, and some days even looking at a scale makes me want to throw up. but paige is always there. sheâs always there to hold me, or help me eat just a little bit, or to help me lay down and relax after iâve panicked so hard ive puked into the toilet. one day, looking at her from across the couch, i realize that when she told me sheâd love me no matter what, she was telling the truth.
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cutie patootie || chris sturniolo x reader
hi all! || pronouns used are: she/her/hers! || this fic includes: fluff, cuddling, sexual comments, but mostly lovey dovey chris || happy reading! || đ¤đ¤ (lowercase intended)
chris loves when you play with his fluffy hair.
so here you are, with chris between your thighs playing fortnite as you comb his soft hair with your fingers.
âyoure so cute chris.â you state, smiling widely as you see him turn pink. âyoure so much cuter y/n.â chris says, grinning a bit as he focuses back onto his game.
âfuck!â chris screams as he dies in fortnite. you tug on his hair lightly and shush him, because currently, it is 3:45 in morning. ây/nnn dont tug on my hair it reminds me of.. something else.â he says, turning red and smirking.
you roll your eyes as you push chris away from between your thighs. he looks at you in confusion before you open your arms wide, signaling for him to lay on your chest instead.
âsorry chrissy, my legs were going numb.â you say as you feel him nod. âi thought you were playing the game?â ânah it pisses me off too much and youre better anyway.â he says, sighing.
âthank you baby. your hair smells so fucking good??â you say, running your fingers through his hair once again.
âi know! i got this new shampoo and conditioner and it smells so goodâ he says, lightly sounding like he was giggling.
as you comb out his locs, he falls asleep against you.
|| A/N || hi all! thank you so so so much for the love on my last 2 fics! giving that im so new to this, its so crazy to know that people actually enjoy my writing. i would still love to hear some requests about some ideas for chris fanfics, but i also can start doing some matt fanfics if you all would enjoy that too! have a wonderful day/night! || đ¤đ¤
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Luke is your older brotherâs friend, and basically Luke has to pick you up from your soccer practice because your parents left out of town and your brother was on a date. Your brother ask Luke to pick you upâŚ.thats all I can think of. đđ
girl I got you I got you
Do you know how to ball? - Luke Hughes
I finish doing my last drill for soccer practice. I kick my ball up to my bag and start taking off my shoes to put on my crocs. I grab my phone to see texts from my brother that he got a last minute date with this girl heâs been talking to for I donât know how long.
I read the texts in my head and called him right away. âAre you kidding me? Iâm literally done with practice, what do you mean that you canât pick me up. Are you really picking a girl over your little sister, you actually are pissing me off.â I state grabbing my bag to start walking home.
âAna, it was really last minute. Iâm sorry, I donât mean to upset you.â My brother states, I go to hang up and I hear his friend, Luke talking. âIâll pick her up. I have to go by the field anyways.â I sigh and sit down on one of the benches.
âIâll text you when Iâm there Ana.â Luke says and I hang up. I hate when my brother does this, he constantly goes out on dates and forgets me. Not that I canât drive, itâs just my car has been in the shop a lot due to a lot of things wrong with it.
I sit around for another twenty minutes, just scrolling on Pinterest and snapping people back on Snapchat. I get a text from Luke on Snapchat that heâs here. I stand up and grab my ball and my bag and head to his car.
âThank you for picking me up, you really didnât have to, I couldâve walked. Luke takes my bag from me and puts it in the backseat. âAnytime, kinda shitty on what your brother did. I can take you through somewhere if youâre hungry.â
âI donât have my wallet with me, I left it my room this morning, Iâll be okay.â I pull out my phone and start texting my mom that Iâm going home safe from soccer practice. âDonât worry about it, I got you. Where do you feel like going?â
âLuke you really donât have to do that, itâs okay. Iâll probably just eat when I get home.â Luke shakes his head. âSubway is right up the corner, what do you want from there and I will go in and get it. Text me your order so I get everything right, you can eat it in the car on your way home.â I smile at Luke. âThank you.â I text Luke my order has we pull into subway and he walks in and gets my food.
Luke walks out with my food and hands me it. âEat up beautiful, you look like you had a tiring practice.â I feel butterflies in my stomach as he hands me my food with a smile. His smile is contagious, itâs so perfect in so many different ways.
I eat my subway while Luke lets me play some songs from my playlist until we pull into my driveway. His house only being a couple houses down. âIâll walk you to the door.â He grabs my bag and follows me to the door. âThank you for all of this, you really didnât have to do this.â I smile grabbing my bag from him. âYou really donât have to thank me. Iâm always here.â He smiles, about to walk away, I canât help myself but ask him.
âCan you stay, if youâre not like busy or anything. My parents are out of town and I kinda hate being home alone.â Luke smiles as I let him in the house. âLet me go change.â I state running up the stairs, as Luke sits on the couch. After about ten minutes I come downstairs in some comfortable clothes and I sit next to him on the couch, finishing the subway he bought me. âHow good are you at soccer? Have you been playing long?â
Iâve been playing since I was a kid. Iâve always loved it, I guess im good at it but I donât really have a big ego on it. Why, do you know how to ball, Mr all star hockey player.â Luke giggles, âDo you wanna watch a movie or something?â I ask him, he shakes his head and I turn on the tv and look through some movies until we agree on something.
Maybe my brother going out tonight wasnât so bad after all.
ââ
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what could possibly go wrong?
matt sturniolo x influencer!reader
summary: matt tries to teach his girlfriend how to play fortnite on a twitch stream, request
warnings: lots of fluff, swearing, fortnite?, some suggestive jokes, yapper! reader
âbabe, come sit with me. i just started the stream. people are joining, only for you i thinkâ matt laughed
âof course they are they love me. i keep it real and iâm hilariousâ you replied pulling out the extra chair by mattâs desk and sitting down.
âokay, so hereâs your controller, and iâm gonna put the headset on you so people can hear you talk.â matt gently placed the headset on you and brushed a piece of hair out of your eyes.
matt got up for a second telling you that he was going to the kitchen to get a drink. you jokingly slapped his ass on his way out. you quickly looked between the camera and the chat trying to read what everyone was saying.
âguys, you want to know what i was thinking about today?â you waited to see their responces even though you were most likely going to tell them anyway.
âso i was driving around la today, and itâs getting hot out again, so everyoneâs driving their convertibles. and i drove past like four of them. all i could think about was how easy it would be to steal the car, not that im going to, but how do people feel comfortable leaving their shit open like thatâ
matt walked back in as you continued to rant about convertibles, âi donât know about you but half of my life is in my car. if i had a convertible people could easily just take all of my stuffâ
matt looked at you dumbfounded, âwhat are you on about kid?â you looked up at him with admiration on your face.
âim telling them how i feel about convertibles. look theyâre mad that you interrupted me.â you pointed at the chat. they were all waiting for you to finish your thought. âthis is why we donât like men guys, they just like to interrupt and be the center of attentionâ
matt cut you off before you could go on another tangent. âokay, we all know they love when you come on here, but letâs play fortnite.â
you looked at matt trying to hold yourself back. you looked at the camera and gave them a wink.
âwhatâ
â⌠thatâs what she saidâ
you stood up when you noticed something on the shelf about mattâs desk.
âdude you ass is in my face, and yourâŚboobs⌠are in the cameraâ he said awkwardly as he pulled your arm for you to sit back down. he waited to see what you grabbed.
âdonât act like itâs the first time my ass has been in your face,â you sat down holding up your space camp lipbalm to the camera. âshameless plug. go buy it right now. immediately. instantly.â
you applied the chapstick as matt looked at you with puckered lips. he was expecting you to apply the lipbalm on him but instead you gave matt a kiss with a giggle.
âokay so fortniteâ matt said trying to get you back on track, blushing.
âyes yes letâs do itâ you replied.
âdo you know how to use the controller?â
âyes sir, i think i doâ
matt looked at you with a raised eyebrow in question. you didnât let up though, you were sure you could figure out how to use the controller in secret.
âso you have to start by picking a character.â
âiâm indecisive. can you pick for me?â you said with a smile.
âno babe, you got it just pick one.â matt said with a chuckle. he set his chin in your shoulder to get a better look.
âiâm gonna go bonkers if i have to make decisions this whole time, mattâ
âno thereâs just one i promise. everything else is preloaded from me so you donât have to worry,â he leaned forward to kiss your neck lovingly.
âi love when you make things easy for me. thanks baby.â you said taking your hand off the controller for a second to lace your arm through mattâs.
matt and you had been together for a while now, and with you both having lives on the internet a lot of your relationship was public.
the fans went crazy for anything related to the two of you. they loved you guys together. you had very different personalities, but it seemed to click flawlessly. they always said that opposites attract.
while matt was more reserved, you tended to speak your mind and talk about anything and everything. you were a certified yapper and proud of it, baby. your yapping kept the fans fed on the insides of yours and mattâs relationship. consensually of course.
âokay, so youâre just going to drop in and see what happensâ
âwhat do you mean drop in? im just letting myself fall?â you were very confused on the workings of video games.
âyep, now just make sure you aware of your surroundingsâ
âmaking sure iâm aware of my surroundings, got it. iâm just gonna run over here and see what i can find.â you drowned on.
things went smoothly for a couple minutes. you managed to stay alive and not show that you really didnât know what you were doing with the gaming controller.
all of a sudden you heard distant shots being fired from behind you. not thinking anything of it you kept of running about.
ây/n theyâre shooting at you.â
âoh! wait what? where?â you had no clue what was happening. things were going by so fast.
âturn around and shoot at them.â
âmatt what?â he was trying to point to where they were on your screen. âdude i donât even know how to shootâ
âwhat! i thought you said you knew how to use the controllerâ
âyeah well i liedâ you said panicked.
âthese teenage boys are probably laughing at me and thatâs a scary thought. teenage boys are scary.â you whined.
you kept pressing random buttons trying to figure out how to fire back, but it was no use. you rushed and threw the controller in mattâs hands so he could take over.
he some how managed to get the kill and your player only ended up injured.
by this point you had given up on the attempts to play fortnite.
you let matt fully take over now. as he played a few more rounds you began to converse with the chat. answering questions and just rambling about some interesting topics.
ây/n whatâs going on in your head right in this moment?â you read from the chat. âum, i was thinking about how i was vlogging earlier and there was a spider in my room. i simply couldnât believe it. i trapped it, but i made matt come get it out of my houseâ
âthatâs very true. i had to drive over there for moral support.â
âmy knight in shining armor.â you smiled, looking up at him. âmy handsome princeâ
matt blushed from your comment as he finished the game he was in while you continued taking to the viewers. you guys decided to wrap things up 5 minutes later.
âhow are you feeling now that you know kinda how to play?â matt questioned.
âi feel like iâd rather sit next to you and talk to the chat while you play then actually play myself. i think iâm more content watching you play, but it was a good experience. thank you for teaching me, babyâ you kissed matt on the cheek as he began to end the stream.
âiâm gonna be honest, i was stressed for you.â matt stated.
âi was to anxious. i didnât like having to be in high alert 24/7â
âalrighty, bye guys thanks for hanging out with usâ
you blew a kiss to the camera as the filming came to an end.
âcan we go to bed now,â you questioned matt as you stretched and got out of your chair.
âyeah of course we canâ matt replied pulling you over to his mattress with him.
an: i hope you enjoy this. tbh i know nothing about fortnite so i hope this made sense and met your expectations đ¤đ¤
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Hiiiii
I really like your blog (especially chanâs fics)
BUT, as much as I love channie, Iâm currently in a total Han brain rot so I was wondering if you could write something like âhis good girl, alwaysâ or âsafe wordâ with a dom jealous/possessive Jisung x fem!reader
if youâre comfortable doing it OF COURSE
Anyway have a good dayyy đ
only i can touch you here
pairing: jealous/possessive/soft dom!han x fem reader
genre: smut
word count: 3 screen shots and ~2.3k words
warnings: mentions of enhypens jungwon and sunoo, jealousy, marking, oral (f.receiving), implied subspace, smacking
an: anon, youâve waited like 6 months for this. and i have no excuses for myself. but.. good things come to those who wait? at least i hope itâs good? listen.. im doing my best. iâm just a girl. lol i hope youâre still around to read this. <3 also, weâve got mr minhoâs birthday coming up and i have noooo idea what to write for him. i have some requests for minsung but i want something thatâs just minho. so if you have any ideas.. send them my way pls. <3
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anon mentioned: his good girl always and safe word
⟠⚠࣪ Ë â ď¸ âš ŕŁŞ Ë âź adults only ⢠mdni ⟠⚠࣪ Ë â ď¸ âš ŕŁŞ Ë âź
the sound of the lock mechanism on your front door whirring pulled you out of your focus. you glanced up to see a tired looking han shuffle though the door. the couple seconds your eyes werenât on the screen was enough for sunoo to pass you and cross the finish line, winning the race. he cheered and jungwon and yourself threw your controllers down in defeat.
âhi hannie.â you said, smiling up at him from the couch. he toed his shoes off before crossing the apartment toward you. he noticed how closely jungwon was sitting next to you. his knee was touching yours. han thought there was plenty of room on the couch. there was no need for him to be so close. han came around the back of the couch and put his hands on your shoulders. you tilted your head back to look up at him, his face upside down from your view.
âhey there, princess.â he leaned down and planted a gentle kiss on your lips. your skin was warm with the pet name and the show of affection while other people were in the room. han pulled his lips away from yours with a smile and turned his attention to jungwon.
âhowâs the game going?â han sat on the back of the couch, his hands still on your shoulders, massaging gently.
jungwon looked a little flustered. âuh. good.â he said. âsunoo keeps winning though.â
âwell i knew this one wasnât winning.â han poked your cheek with his finger. âsheâs not very good and mario kart. though itâs adorable watching her try so hard.â
âhey im getting better!â you argued. âi almost won that one!â you pointed at the tv.
the fond smile on jungwons face at your words didnât go unnoticed by han. and it frustrated him. he hated being this way, knew he shouldnât be jealous. he was very comfortable in his relationship with you. he trusted you fully and didnât believe you would ever leave him for jungwon. but han couldnât help the feeling of anger that bubbled up inside of him.
though he took small comfort in the fact that jungwon could never please you the way he does. and maybe he would just have to remind you of that.
âwe should actually get going.â jungwon said, standing up. âweâve got an early recording session.â
âthanks for having us over.â sunoo smiled. âit was fun.â
you wiggled your way out of hanâs harsh grip and stood, walking them to the door. âit was so much fun. we will have to do it again sometime. maybe i can invite felix over next time. he would actually pose a challenge to sunoo.â you giggled.
âyeah that sounds great.â jungwon smiled. he opened his arms and you hugged him. hanâs grip tightened on the couch, his jaw clenched, but he remained quiet. the hug lasted a little too long, han thought. with jungwonâs hand rubbing up and down your back before he pulled away. the hug goodbye to sunoo was much shorter. not even a real hug, just a side hug. and then the door was clicking shut behind them, plunging the apartment into silence.
han stood and approached you. he brushed your hair out of your face as you looked up at him, a smile on your lips, excited to see him.
âi missed you, baby.â he said.
you wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him in and burying your face in his chest. âmissed you.â you mumbled, voice muffled by his shirt.
âiâm glad theyâre gone. iâm not sure how much more i could have handled.â your cheek vibrated with the vibrato of his voice radiating through his chest. âthe hug almost pushed me over the edge.â
âweâre just friends though.â you said, looking up at him.
âi know you are, baby. i just get a little antsy when another man has his hands on you.â he cupped your cheek in his hand before leaning down and kissing you gently. âyouâre my little baby. jungwon needs to keep his hands to himself.â
you couldnât deny the pulsing you felt in between your legs. you were unsure if it was the kiss, or his words, or a combination of both.
âbut it makes me feel better when i think about how he could never make you cum the way that i make you cum.â
you shoved your face back into his shirt, embarrassed.
âisnât that right, baby?â
âhannie..â you groaned.
âdo you need me to remind you?â he gently pushed you away from him, forcing you to meet his eyes. âdo you need a reminder of why youâre mine?â
you shook your head no. âi donât need a reminder. i know he could never compare to you.â
âdo you?â he asked, taking a step closer to you. you took a step back, the look on his face letting you know he was going to remind you anyway. he strode forward as you hesitantly stepped back. like a cat cornering a mouse. âif you donât need a reminder, then why do you let him touch you like that?â you were walking backwards through the bedroom door now, his intense stare never wavering.
âlike what, hannie?â your voice came out smaller than you intended.
âhe sits so close to you that his leg was against yours.â he says. âhis hug lingered way longer than sunooâs. and thatâs just what happened while i was here.â
the back of your legs hit the bed frame and you had nowhere left to run to. he had you caged in. âitâs almost as if you like it when he touches you.â
âi donât. i pr-promise.â you stuttered. âi o-only like it when you touch me.â
âoh poor baby.. tripping over your words.â he cooed. âdo i make you nervous?â
you nodded. âa little bit..â
âthereâs no reason to be nervous, little one.â he brushed his fingers over the skin of your neck and down to your collarbone. goosebumps bloomed on your arms and a shiver ran through you. âiâm just going to help you remember why iâm the only one who gets to touch you.â
he leaned down and captured your lips in a kiss. his lips soft on yours, a stark contrast to the way he was speaking.
his hands traveled under your shirt and held you by the waist. he pulled you closer, needing to feel your body against his. you could feel him, hard against you. he let his fingertips graze over your skin, causing you to squirm.
âmy babyâs so ticklish.â you could feel his smile against your lips.
he made quick work of your shirt, tossing it somewhere behind him. and your bra followed soon after, joining the shirt on the floor. he kissed down your jaw and down your neck, sucking and biting little dark marks into your skin. marking you as his. you had your hands against his chest, your breathing shaky. a particularly hard bite from him caused you to yelp. âsorry baby.â he ran his tongue over the bite, soothing it. âeveryone is going to know who you belong to.â he whispered against your skin.
he kissed his way down until he was kissing your shoulders, his fingers finding their way to your bare chest, running softly over your nipples. âlay back for me.â he said, pinching your nipple and tugging on it gently.
you did as he asked and climbed on the bed. flat on your back, head against the pillow, you looked down at him. he took off his shirt, tossing it in the growing pile, before climbing on the bed too. his mouth went straight to your breast, his tongue swirling. your fingers threaded through his hair, soft sounds of his name falling past your lips. he took his time, your nipples tingling and your pussy begging for stimulation. you rolled your hips up into him. his strong hand found your hip and pushed you back down.
âis there something you want, baby?â his breath felt cool against the damp skin of your breast.
âwill you touch me, hannie? please?â you tried to roll your hips again but his hold was firm.
âyou want me to touch you?â he teased. âdidnât jungwon touch you enough?â
he smirked against your skin, kissing his way down your tummy now. his fingers hooked your pants and your panties and pulled them off in one swift motion. he could see how wet you were, could see how badly you needed him and it made him ache. he palmed himself through his pants, his cock needing to be touched. but it would be a while before he could get to it. he planned to take his time with you. he just hoped he wouldnât blow in his pants.
âi asked you a question, baby.â
he looked up at you, his body hovering over yours, not making any contact. you needed him but your brain was foggy. what had he asked you? you couldnât remember.
âhannie..â you whined. âi donât.. please.â
âare you getting all spacey on me already?â he kissed just below your belly button, your body arching into him, silently begging for him to please just touch you.
âi asked if our sweet jungwon had touched you enough.â
you shook your head no. âhe didnât.. would never let him..â you attempted to form a sentence.
han hummed in understanding. âhe definitely had his hands on you baby. but he didnât touch you⌠here.â he quickly touched your clit with the pad of his index finger before quickly pulling away. you gasped, your body jolting.
âdid he, baby? no.. he could never touch you here.â he ran his fingers up through your slick, slowly circling around your clit. âas much as he may want to.â
he slowly sank two of his fingers into you, curling them slightly. âonly i can touch you here.â he started pumping his fingers in and out, the sounds of your arousal reaching your ears.
you couldnât control the string of syllables that came out of your mouth when he leaned down and wrapped his lips around your clit. thats when he started to loose control too. he always had trouble keeping a level head when he had his tongue on you. the taste of you drove him crazy and he really had to focus so he could finish his little lesson.
he could feel you squeezing around his fingers. and he pulled them out, much to your disappointment. but you werenât empty for long. he used his hands to spread you wider, before sticking his tongue inside your hole as far as he could get it, licking your walls. he wanted to feel you squeeze his tongue, and you did. he groaned against you, drinking in as much of you as he could get. his own head was starting to get fuzzy, his whole body tingling. he focused on your face, your eyes scrunched tight, your bottom lip between your teeth, your skin flushed with color. god you are so beautiful. he would never get tired of this view.
âfuckâ hannieâŚâ you moaned, your fists grabbing at the sheets, then grabbing at his hair.
he slid his fingers back inside you, pumping faster. âare you gonna cum, baby?â
you nodded, your body tensing, your breathing becoming more difficult.
âwho does this pussy belong to?â he asked.
you were rocking your hips in time with his fingers, chasing your high. you could feel it building, threatening to snap at any moment. he pulled his fingers out and slapped your pussy with his hand.
âanswer me.â he snapped. he slipped his fingers back inside before asking again âwho does this pussy belong to?â
you were trying hard to get your mouth to do what you wanted. your brain was screaming âitâs your pussy! yours!â but your mouth couldnât form the words.
he pulled his fingers out again, not satisfied with your silence. he pinched your poor little clit in between his fingers. âbaby.. youâre not going to cum until you answer me.â
frustrated tears were leaking out of the corners of your eyes.
âiâll ask one more time.â he slid his fingers back inside you, starting his motions again. you were clenching around him, teetering right on the edge of bliss. âwho.. does this pussy.. belong to?â he timed his thrusts with his words. you were seeing stars already, your mind swimming in pleasure.
ây-y-you!â your voice cracked. â sâyour pussy hannie!â you cried. âplease.. please.. itâs yours.. please.â
he loved seeing you like this. a total wreck and completely pliant in his hands. his life felt so out of his control most of the time, but this.. you.. you were completely under his control and he fucking loved it.
âthatâs right baby.â he pumped faster. âyouâre mine. i own this pussy.â
âyes!â you blindly agreed.
âcum for me. let my pussy cum.â he ordered. and before the sentence was even finished, you were coming apart under him. everything stopped. your body froze, your breathing stilled. but his fingers kept moving, and your body felt like it was moving as waves of pleasure washed over you. âthere you go baby.. fuck.â
he leaned down and took your clit into his mouth briefly before running his tongue around his moving fingers, unable to help himself. he needed to taste you. you whined at the overstimulation.
you were coming down from your high, your body relaxing, your mind slowly returning to normal. he pulled his fingers out of you and licked them clean. he kissed back up your body until he reached your lips. you lazily kissed him back.
âonly i can make you feel like this.â he muttered against your lips.
âi know.â your voice was hoarse. âyouâre all i want.â
he kissed you slowly, pouring all of his love into it. you could taste yourself on his tongue. âiâm all you want?â he teased. âprove it.â he pushed his clothed erection into your thigh.
you moaned quietly, your body still recovering.
âcome back to me, baby.â he rubbed his hand on your hip. âweâre not even close to done.â
⥠pls reblog if you liked it! it truly helps a lot and makes me smile :) âĄ
Šhyunjins-orange-slice-too i do not give permission for this work or any of my work to be translated, copied, or reposted.
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hi!! ive been reading ur spencer fics lately and im so invested in ur writing its so good ugh!!
if ur requests r still open could u pls write a shayne one where him and the reader interact in videos like guess who slapped me or a who memed it etc??
thanks anyway <3
surprise?
pairing: shayne topp x f! reader
a/n: i love courtney millerâs husband shayne!! heâs so babygirl!!! requests open <3
you stepped up in front of shayne, putting a light dusting of chalk on your hand.
and then you slapped.
you twisted your entire body round, slapping his cheek hard, and everyone gasped.
shayneâs blindfolded face stayed looking straight at you, now turning a light shade of red.
âoh ho ho,â he laughed. âthis person has some, some pent up anger towards me i think.â
you scrunched up your face, smiling a bit as your boyfriend tried to analyze your hand against his face.
âwell, this person has small hands, like, my girlfriend type small.â he was looking quizzically at the floor, and you turned to look at the camera with wide eyes.
âokay, i think im going to lock in heidi? thatâs the only person i can think of at the moment.â he tuened on his heel to hear the verdict from kiana.
âthat is⌠incorrectâ she shouted from behind the camera
âwhat!â he squealed, rapidly waving his hands around. at this motion, you giggled a bit. and at this sound, he tore the blindfold off.
his jaw? now on the floor.
âOH MY GOD?â he pulled you into a tight, like bone crushing, hug. youâd been away, and this was the first time heâd seen you since you left for your best friends birthday holiday to rome last week.
there was a series of giggles from the cast and crew, clearly finding his shock amusing.
âsurprise?â is all you can muster with the pressure shayne was currently placing on your chest. he let go slightly, holding you at arms length, almost not believing you were stood infront of him.
âi missed you so much!â he exclaimed, kissing you gently on the lips. âyou need to tell me everything when we get home!â
you felt so lucky to have a boyfreind who cared so much for you.
âi will! but you need to say thank you to erin and ian who convinced me to come today, theyâre the real soldiers here.â you shot erin, who was sat behind the cameras, a smile which she reciprocated, and walked over to ian to hug him.
shayne then put his blindfold back on, to which you shouted âcan i hit him again kie?â.
and she nodded.
but, you felt a bit mean. the poor man had already been hit enough for one day! so, you sat over with mallory and erin behind the cameras, watching him flinch at people walking up to beat him up.
and you loved it.
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a little help here.
content - stepbrother!felix. fem!reader. pure smut.
warning - stepcest. switch!felix. switch!reader. oral (m receiving). overstim. piv. no protection. use of sissy as a pet name.
word count - 1273.
a/n - am i filthy? probably. but this is the only time ill ever do this. maybe. im not good at writing smut. not proof read.
âhey felix.â
you pass your step-brother, felix, whoâs leaning against the kitchen island, sipping on his coffee. as you make your way across the room to approach the cabinet filled with mugs, you feel felixâs gaze on your lower half. the half with no pants on.
you and felix became family when your mother had married your step-father. your filthy rich step-father. now, of course you would never call your mother a gold-digger, but in this case you just might. your step-father isnât the kindest nor the most good looking of all the fish in the sea, but your mother loves him⌠somehow.
aside from that, felix, is a whole other level of beauty. seeming he got his genes from his mother, heâs like a greek god in real life. chiseled jaw, perfectly angled nose, luscious hair; heâs perfect. so perfect for you. but heâs your brother⌠step-brother.
felixâs eyes look you up and down as you reach for the last mug on the top shelf of the cabinet. he watches you struggle, smiling at the whines you make while your arm is out towards the mug.
âfelix! could you help me get this?â
you turn your head towards him, pouting as your point at the mug. you catch his staring at your ass. it has you giggling, youâve got him right where you want him.
âoh, sure, y/n.â
after putting his mug down, he approaches you at your spot underneath the cabinet. as he reaches for the mug above, his body balancing on his toes, you press your ass against him. he quickly gets back on his feet, handing you the mug, quickly turns around to grab his mug, and speed walks to his room. all without saying a word.
âthank you, felix!â
you shout at him as he makes his way down the hallway. you snicker as his bedroom door shuts. you really do have him wrapped around your finger.
as you fill your mug up with coffee, you hear sounds coming out of felixâs room. faint words like âfuckâ and âshitâ all come out of his mouth. you arenât sure if he means to be that loud, but you decide to check up on him anyways. as you approach his room, you knock on the door before slowly opening it. it reveals felix with his back turned against the you, right hand entangled in his hair.
âyou alright, felix?â
âyup! totally good! leave me alone!â
he says through gritted teeth, back still facing you.
âwhat are you hiding?â
ânothing! go away!â
he turns his head to the side, so youâre in his vision. side eyeing you from his position, an awkward smile on his face.
âturn around and show me.â
your voice, stern. it makes him shiver.
âcome on, what are you scared of? itâs just me?â
your tone gets more seductive. it lures him in. he slowly turns around, hand covering his crotch. as you look down at his small hand attempting to cover, you look back up at him with a blank stare on your face. it scares him.
âtake your hand off.â
âwha-â
âtake it off.â
he doesnât hesitate and removes the hand covering his crotch. his boner finally exposed. it gets him embarrassed, the tips of his ears are red and his face is flushed.
âaw, is felix embarrassed?â
you mock him with a pout on your face. approaching him, he avoids your gaze. itâs like youâre staring through his soul. your hands make its way through the sides of his hair, tucking it behind his ears, the red tips more prominent.
âyouâre embarrassing meâŚâ
âam i? thatâs too bad.â
your hand travels down his chest, both of your eyes following how your hands moves further and further down. finally, reaching at his crotch. you give him a slight pat at his boner. he groans at your ministrations.
you slowly drop down to your knees. your fingers make its way to the zipper of his jeans, unzipping them to reveal his black boxers. felix starts to shiver. your hands sliding to his sides, fingers looping at his boxers and tugging them down, revealing his length. itâs hard, bright red, and glistening.
you wrap your fingers around his cock, slowly pumping it. felix melts at your touch, whimpering as you move your hands in the slow pace.
ây/nâŚâ
âhm? whatâs wrong? sissy is only helping you⌠just enjoy it.â
you give his tip kitten licks. he whines and grabs you by your hair, urging you to push your head down. you give him a smack on his right thigh.
âdonât touch me. do that again and i wonât let you cum at all.â
he immediately lets go of you, no hesitation. you laugh at how obedient he gets just to get his dick wet.
you slowly take his cock in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down. felixâs legs start to shake, the feeling of your mouth wrapped around his cock make him want to cum right there.
as you take his length down deeper in your throat, he ends up in a mess. immediately cumming down your throat. you barely do anything and he releases just like that. you take your mouth off his cock with a pop, swallowing his seed while looking at him with doe eyes.
âarenât i just a good sissy, hm lix?â
âyeah. real good.â
he grabs you by your hair once again, this time tugging you up. you wince in pain as you get up from your knees. he immediately picks you up from your waist, draping you over his shoulder. itâs not until that moment you feel submissive. he took completely control over you in a split second, making you feel weak.
he throws you on his bed. without wasting any time, his lips are already attached onto your neck. biting and sucking dark love bites all over, making sure he doesnât leave any spot blank.
his hands are rummaging through every clothed area of your body. without a second thought, he slips off your sleep shorts and panties off in one motion. your tank top, off without you even being able to register it. youâre completely naked in under ten seconds.
felix acts like heâs running on a clock. his dick lined up at your enterance, the tip pressing against your clit. he slams himself into you, making you cry out. with no time to waste, he rocks himself back and forth into you, tears start welding in your eyes. how could he make you feel so weak when you were just in control of him a minute ago.
teardrops run down the sides of your face every time felix thrusts. his movements so sharp, it makes his mattress move further and further away, so he ends up pulling you closer to him by your thighs. his nails clawing into you, it leaves a deep indent on the sides. everything heâs doing just makes you sob uncontrollably.
âno! âs too much lix⌠too much!â
âwhat are you crying for? i thought sissy was gonna handle it? hm?
his tone condescending. the pain and pleasure overstimulates you. youâre nothing but a mess.
you come undone on his dick, his pace getting slower. as his dick twitches in you, he pulls out, pumping it before he cums all over your stomach. he looks down at his doing, then back at your tear-stained, flushed face. he grabs a dirty shirt from the floor, cleaning off your cream from his cock. he tucks his cock back into his boxers, then leaves the room like it was nothing.
what the hell just happened.
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Hi there!! Iâve read some of your works I theyâre really good- youâre so talented and amazing đâđž
Bakugou x reader where he slips reader a letter telling her to proofread his letter to Santa and sheâs like:??? but doesnât judge bc she loves him, and it says that heâs asking Santa for a wife đ𼰠and then when she looks down heâs on one knee đĽş
All I want for Christmas is You k. bakugo x fem!reader
a/n: THIS IS SO CUTE OMG IM GIGGLING STOPPPP i was about to say at his grown age he got a santa list but it made more sense after I read the rest :3
content: fluff, established relationship, bakugo is silly
The old grandfather clock that Katsuki insisted he needed chimes loudly to announce the arrival of the next hour. You were in the kitchen getting a little snack before winding down for bed.
As you continued preparing your snack your boyfriend made his presence know in the kitchen with his humming.
"What's that?" He asks looking over your shoulder.
"I'm trying something new." You explain, taking a look at it for yourself. Honestly, you don't know what to call it. His eyes travel down to your feet where he can see you aren't wearing socks or your house slippers.
"How many times do I have to tell ya to wear something on your feet? You'll get sick." He complains for the umpteenth time this week.
"Mhm I know. I need you to be quiet you're breaking my concentration." He finds it cute how your tongue is slightly poking out as you try to frost this.. interesting looking cupcake.
"Doesn't look like ya put much effort or thought into it but okay..." He clicks his tongue and you elbow him in the stomach. Of course it doesn't hurt though, because he's built like a marble statue.
"Anyways, I need you to read over this when your done. It's my wish list to Santa." You don't respond right away, waiting to see if he's going to say he's joking or something, but he doesn't. You put down the frosting bag and stare deep into his soul.
"Are you serious? I thought Santa wasn't real. At least that's what you told Denki and ruined his Christmas." You recall last year's Christmas party when Katsuki harshly broke the news to Denki. The blond had a mental break down.
"I've reconsidered what I'd said before. He's real 'n I've been real good this year so hopefully I'll get what I wished for." He emphasizes that for some odd reason.
"I wouldn't be too sure of that. Remember when you verbally assaulted that kid who said you look like a mean PokĂŠmon character?" He grumbles something that you don't quite catch but you get what he means.
"Just read it." He says with a roll of his eyes. You stare at him once again.
"Ughhh be happy I love your ass. I have to stop my cupcakes to read a santa list??? How old are you five?" He knows you aren't mad which is why he holds out the red envelope for you to take.
He watches you intently as you gently tear open the envelope. You pull out a piece of paper, which reads:
Dear Santa,
It's me. Bakugo.
The only thing I want for Christmas is a pretty wife who will stay with me through thick and thin. Who's also annoying and banned from going to sleep after me because of her terrible pranks.
Thanks.
As you finish reading it you're in shock. You lower the letter from your view to see your boyfriend on one knee, a pretty ring being presented to you in a very exquisite box.
"So.. will you help Santa out? Make my wish come true?" He's shaking and he looks so vulnerable it touches your heart.
You already know your answer but who would you be if you didn't give the man a run for his money.
"Well I don't know, Santa still needs to receive the letter then he'll probably come to me and we'll talk." You say crossing your arms. Katsuki glares at you and you smile back.
"Of course I will!! I mean who else would do it if not for me?" He rolls his eyes so hard you feel it.
"I could get anyone to marry me in seconds." He scoffs while putting the ring on your finger.
"All this talk and it took you 7 years to finally pop the question." Before he even gets another word out you lean down to press a soft kiss onto his lips.
"Merry Christmas, hubby." You say with a snort.
"Way to ruin a romantic moment and hubby is not going to be a new nickname."
jokes on him hubby stuck around for a long time :3
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mystified
part 2
summary: after sudden attacks on women around town, you take a self defense class. ellie, your long standing crush is the instructor
part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4
each chapter will have their own warnings please read them! eventual smut
cw: mentions of child abuse and implication of attempted sexual assault (does not go into detail for either), panic attack
fluff and angst
light rocking against your shoulder and a distant call of your name pulls you from your deep slumber making you groan, not conscious enough to take in where you are. âhey sleepyhead, wake up.â ellieâs raspy whisper has you cracking one eye open. youâre too tired to even speak or think coherently, making you hum in question.
ellie chuckles and looks at you for a moment before speaking. âsorry to wake you up so early.. I gotta be at the construction site in an hour.â you blink away your remnants of sleep and realize ellie has damp hair, is fully dressed for the day and the sun isnât even up yet. âitâs okay. sorry I fell asleep here I didnât even realize.â she smiles softly, âno worries, I donât mind. you looked pretty comfy..I can drive you home on my way to work.â
the short drive to your house shares a peaceful, comfortable silence between you and ellie. the sky painting a breathtaking winter sunrise of pinks and purple. ellie pulls up to your house way too quickly for your liking, the small disappointment of having to part ways felt in your chest.
âthanks for the ride and letting me crash at your place.. I had fun last night.â
âme too,â she smiles and you feel that warmth settle deep in your stomach again. itâs a rarity to see her full smile âitâs no problem, really.. are you busy tonight?â
âno, I donât think I have anything going on.â you know you donât actually have anything going on. you bite the inside of your cheek to try to suppress a smile, but ellie looks between your eyes and down at your mouth and smirks at you. caught.
âwell, if youâre not busy later you wanna hang out? I get off at 3, we can go to a cafe or something.â she clears her throat and you can see how physically painful this is for her. she forces herself to keep eye contact though.
you giggle and she narrows her eyes at you playfully, unspoken words and body language received between the both of you. âyeah, Iâm down. just text me when you get off.â
âalright cool I can pick you up. see you later, ___.â
me: DINA wake the fuck up!!!!!
dinađ¤: bitch its literally 7am why tf are u disturbing me
me: wow. anyway! last night I was walking to ur house and some creepy dude pulls up next to me asking me for directions and shit acting super sketchy. ellie pulls up out of nowhere and goes all psycho ellie mode and pulls out a fucking switchblade. I was like đŚ but it was also so hot. he skids off and she gets pics of his plates and we go back to her place for joel to deal with it. he thinks the cops can keep an eye out for that car and see if that guy has anything to do with the assaults happening. it was lowkey really scary but Iâm okay. we ended up smoking and talking for hours and it was literally perfect and then we ended up falling asleep and I woke up in the middle of the night laying ON HER CHEST with her arm around me. weâre hanging out again tonight
dinađ¤: wtf thatâs so fucking scary! im glad ur okay:( but ommg im so excited for u angel. its ab damn time some moves are made and we can go on double dates tg hehe
me: ok letâs not get ahead of ourselves here weâll see what happens. thatâs all I wanted to tell u. ur allowed to go back to sleep now:)
dinađ¤: wow how gracious of u. lmk how everything goes though <33
clothes are strewn all over your bed and floor, while you frantically try to find a cute outfit to wear. itâs fine, itâs just ellie. sheâs seen you a million times since you were both 14. you finally settle on a pair of jeans and a black sweater, with your chelsea doc martens. good enough.
ellieđżđĄď¸: Hey, Iâm outside whenever youâre ready.
me: be right there!
okay, just breathe. everythingâs fine!
as you hop into the passenger seat, ellie looks you up and down. âyou look good.â you give her a shy smile and observe her; hair tied half up, in a dark green flannel with an oversized black denim jacket, black jeans with her usual pair of converse, multiple rings on her long fingers, and the scent of her woodsy cologne. âthanks, you donât look too bad yourself.â she smiles and shakes her head, pulling out of your driveway.
âyeah, he almost dropped a whole fucking plank of wood on my head today!â
you start laughing, walking out of the coffee shop together. âmaybe the hit wouldâve done you good, ellie. you are very hard headed.â ellieâs jaw drops âwow, someoneâs feisty today, huh?â you smile and roll your eyes, going to shove her and she catches your wrist, pulling you close to her. your breath hitches and you look down at her lips. something behind you catches ellieâs attention, her smile dropping instantly and face turning ghostly pale.
âellie? whatâs wrong?â she grabs your hand and walks you quickly to the car, opening your door to make sure you get in first before frantically hopping into her seat and speeding out of the parking lot.
âhey, whatâs going on?â she shakes her head and doesnât respond, her chest rising and falling at a rapid rate, eyebrows scrunched together.
the speed of her driving and her concerning behavior is stressing you the fuck out. she pulls up to her house and lets you both in before she runs up the stairs to the bathroom, whipping the door shut with a loud slam.
you slowly walk up the stairs, not knowing whether or not to give her privacy. you suddenly hear her crying and hyperventilating. âellie, Iâm coming in.â
ellie is seated on the floor next to the tub with her head between her legs, forearms laid on her knees. âhey, hey Iâm here. can I touch you?â she nods and you gently take her hand, softly rubbing the back of her palm while you place her other hand against your chest. âtry to follow my breathing, okay?â you take slow, deep breaths for her to follow until she calms down.
âIâm sorry.â she avoids looking at you. âno, Iâm here for you, okay? you donât have to hide from me.â she wipes the rest of her tears from her eyes and nods. you move to sit next to her and gently rub her back, still holding her hand.
âdo you wanna talk about it?â she clears her throat and looks straight ahead. âI uh⌠saw one of my old foster parents. he was pretty fucked up,â she lets out a dry laugh. âthought I was over it but I didnât expect to see him.â
âwhat did he do?â she looks at you in contemplation before looking away with a cold, steely gaze. she sniffs and nods, âhe⌠used to beat the shit out of me all the time for no reason.â she looks down at her scarred tattoo and rubs the skin. âthis burn⌠he tried to-â she clenches her jaw and shakes her head. âanyway, I managed to get away before he did anything, but I ended up burning my arm on the stove in the midst of it all. tried to press charges but that didnât work, big shocker,â she scoffs. âI ran away and refused to go back so they placed me with joel and he eventually adopted me.â
she looks back up at you, trying to gauge what youâre thinking. you donât realize youâre crying until she wipes away a tear from your cheek. âhey, donât cry it was a long time ago I was just⌠not prepared for all of that.â
âsorry, I just hate that you had to go through all of that, especially at such a young age.â she lets out a deep breath and nods. âsorry our date got ruinedâ she gives you a sad smile.
âit wasnât,â you squeeze her hand âI had a good time and Iâm just glad I was able to be here with you.â you look up in thought, âdo you have brownie mix?â she looks at you in confusion and lets out a small laugh âuh, I dunno, why?â âwhenever Iâm sad or going through something, I like to bake because it gives me something to do to take my mind off of everything and brownies are fucking good.â you nod with conviction. ellie laughs, âyou are so fucking cute. câmon letâs go see if I have some brownie mix.â
as you mix the chocolatey batter, and hum to the song playing on the speaker, ellie leans against the counter and watches you. she loves the domesticity and warmth you surround her with, and you were right, doing all of this is making her feel better.
âare you just gonna stand there and stare at me or are you gonna help?â ânah I think Iâm good right hereâ she smirks at you. you nod slowly and look at her with mischief, holding up the spoon. her eyes widen and she points her finger at you, âdonât you fucking dare.â
you chase ellie around the kitchen island, out of breath from laughing and she ends up slipping on her sock, grabbing onto the counter for balance. as you run up to her and try to smear the batter on her face, she grabs your arm. you struggle against her, making you trip over her leg and she catches you, wrapping her arms around your waist. both of your laughters fade into small smiles as both of your eyes trails to each otherâs lips. ellieâs face becomes serious as she leans in, lips ghosting yours. the sound of the front door opening has you both abruptly backing away from each other. fucking joel.
âhey kiddo, what are yâall up to?â ellieâs face is beet red and she clears her throat, âjust making some brownies. why are you home?â ellieâs voice holds a bit of an edge to it.
âwell, damn, Iâll get outta your hair in a minute, just stoppinâ by, forgot to pack my dinner.â she hums in annoyance. your eyes widen at the tension ellie is radiating.
âjoel! my parents wanted me to give this to you as a thanks for the free self defense lesson, and for helping me out yesterday.â you open up your bag and take out a bottle of whiskey. ellieâs brows furrow, oops you forgot to tell her.
joel holds the bottle at a downward angle âwouldâya look at that.. Iâll be sure to send my thanks to them.â he walks to the fridge and grabs out a container. âalright Iâm headinâ out,â he looks at ellie âdo me a favor, donât burn the house down.â she groans and rolls her eyes.
âmm, these brownies are fucking good. you were right after all.â you scoff and smack her arm, âof course I was right. donât ever doubt me again.â ellie rolls her eyes, âyes maâam,â she quips sarcastically. ânow, pay attention, this is my favorite part of the movie,â you say with feigned sternness. she smiles and nods, finishing off her brownie and leans back into her pillows.
you rest your head on her shoulder and place your hand on her stomach, tracing small patterns. you look up at her and whisper, âellie?â
âhm?â
âdo you really feel okay now?â
she turns her head to the side to look at you, face only inches away, and nods slowly. you feel her breath ghosting your lips and your heart starts racing, chest rising up and down quickly. ellie parts her mouth and licks her lips, leaning in, kissing you softly. she pulls away to look at you, before sitting up and grabbing your face, deepening the kiss.
HA sorry to edge u all. things are gonna get spicy as fuck in the next chapter. interactions are much appreciated đ
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HUH YUNJIN x FEM!READER
Prompt: The girlies spend their day at a new cafe and Yunjin falls head over heels when she spots you working in your white sweater and grey apron.
Warnings/Notes: fluff, comedy, non idol au
âLetâs go letâs gooooo! Yunjin Unnie youâre wasting our time!!â A cutely angry Eunchae growled while tugging on her memberâs black sweater in public.
âSeriously Yunjin, youâve taken enough pictures of the streets in Seoul already!â Chaewon added which put an end to the American girlâs photography.
âYou guys just donât understand my love for photos. Fake friends you areâ Yunjin joked and linked her arms with the maknae as all five girls continued walking down the street.
âThis cafe better be good, Zuha. If itâs expensive and shit, Iâm throwing your ass out the windowâ The leader spoke again to which Kazuha shivered at.
âHey, Minjeong Unnie gave the suggestion and promised me it was worth trying so~ you can throw HER ass out the windowâ
They all saw the cute chalkboard sign outside the cafe that read âOPENâ and the shop was surprisingly not as busy as the girls had expected. As they fully entered, the only customer the cafe had was an occupied uni student in a booth, indulged into whatever she was typing in her computer and the music playing through her headphones.
âOk good, itâs not crowded. Whereâs the menuâŚwoahâ Yunjin said breathlessly, her sudden falter had the other members looking at her weirdly before seeing what (more like who) she was staring at.
You quickly wiped your freshly washed hands with a towel before chucking it to the side and flashing a bright smile at the group.
âGood morning, welcome to the Sunny Cafe! Are you all ready to order?â
Sakura cleared her throat as Yunjin was clearly not recovering from the daze so as the eldest, she decided to speak. âGood morning, itâs our first time coming here so weâre not too sure what to get yetâ
To Yunjin, it seemed like your smile got brighter.
âNo rush at all, maâam! If you would like a recommendation, our matcha latte is a customer favourite!â
Sakura smiled sweetly towards you. âThank you. I think my friends need a little more time to decide. Is that okay?â
âOf course, maâam! Just give me a shout when youâre ready to orderâ You winked, sending a jolt in all five girlsâ hearts.
âOk, now I can agree that Yunjinâs reaction is appropriateâ Chaewon sighed, unable to recover from your presence.
âBack off. My eyes were on her firstâ Yunjin finally spoke.
âOh please, now you wanna talk? Grow a spine Yun. You canât act like a weirdo everytime you see a pretty girlâ Sakura complained and scanned through the menu in her hands. âBut anyways since you wanna be like that, I can order for all of usââ
âNo! I want to order my own!â The American stated loudly that you turned around with the same smile but Yunjin immediately cowered.
âFine. Order your own then, bratâ
Yunjin puffed her chest and approached the counter where your back was facing her so she cleared her throat. You spun around again and got your hands ready on the till.
âHello! Ready to orderââ
âHI IM YUNJIN!â The girl suddenly yelled, catching you and the other girls off guard.
Sakura face palmed and hid her face behind the menu.
âNice to meet you Yunjin. Iâm Y/n. What can I get for you?â
Yunjin was thankful you didnât run away.
âS-Sorry, I didnât mean to startle you like thatâ
âItâs no problem. That was probably the strongest greeting Iâve gotten todayâ
Yunjin leaned one arm on the counter and nervously scratched her nape. âIs that a good thing?â
âAbsolutely! Makes my day a little brighterâ You giggled, finding shy Yunjin so so so cute.
In fact, you marked the girl as eye candy that moment you caught a glimpse of her outside the cafe window. You spammed quick texts to your groupchat about how hot you found this girl before putting your phone away and bringing out your amazing customer service.
It was extra amazing for the pretty customers. Like Yunjin.
âIâm glad I could make your day. Can I please order that matcha latte you recommended with some extra sugar to hide the seaweed tasteâŚIs that too picky of me to request?â
You threw your head back laughing, making Yunjin melt internally at how angelic it sounded. âIâve had worse customers, donât you worry. Iâll try my best to make it lessâŚseaweedie for you. Anything else I can get you?â
âWhat else would you recommend?â
âThis conversation is going longer than I expected. You reckon she scored her?â Chaewon whispered to the other 3 girls who could only shrug.
âWell the girl is laughing and smiling so Yunjin must be doing something rightâ
âUnless sheâs embarrassing herselfâ Kazuha mumbled.
âCan she hurry up? I want to order the croissant!â Eunchae huffed and eyed the beautifully displayed pastries next to the counter.
âPatience, Eun. Letâs give Yunjin some time to at least the girls numberâ
âWell if you need something more sweet to balance out the matcha, our strawberry cream cake is a great choiceâ
âAdd that in!â Yunjin pulled out her card.
âGave you a 50% discount so just $7.50 pleaseâ
The taller girlâs eyes widened. âWoah a discount? What for?â
âFor cuties like youâ you winked despite your heart going crazy at your pathetic attempt of flirting.
âOh is that so? Sad to know other people probably get the discount tooâ Yunjin faked a pout that you wanted to kiss so badly.
âOh donât seem so down. Youâre the only person Iâve given that discount to. I swear!â
Yunjin smiled and tilted her head at you, like a cute puppy. âWell am I cute enough to get your number?â
âWow, confident are we?â You smirked after seeing Yunjin pay for her food.
âTaking a chance before I lose itâ
Slowly nodding at her statement, you took her receipt and scribbled your number at the top, not forgetting to add a love heart at the end.
âAwesomeâŚâ Yunjin whispered to herself as she stared at the numbers in her hand.
âPleasure serving you, Yunjin. Hope to see a message from you soonâ
âW-Wait! Are you free on the weekends? Iâd like to take you out sometimeâŚfor dinnerâ
You smiled at her, appreciating her boldness. âI work until 3pm on the weekends so we can sort something outâ
âCool. Thatâs like so cool. U-Um, thank youâ
âThank you?â A chuckled escaped your lips. âFor what?â
âFor not thinking Iâm creepyâ
âYouâre not even close to creepy! Iâm glad we could have this conversation, Yunjin. Iâll quickly make your order so your friends donât keep waitingâ You said, pointing at the impatient girls behind the taller.
The impatient girls actually just being Eunchae.
âOh right. Thanks again. Iâm looking forward to tasting your recommendationâ
âAre you done?â Eunchae grumbled closely behind, Sakuraâs credit card clenched tightly in her palm.
Yunjin took notice of it and arched a brow. âYouâre making Kkura Unnie pay for your baby food?â
âI JUST WANT A CROISSANT!â
Yunjin jumped out of the way and made a face. âOKAY DAMN, IâLL MOVE! Not too far from Y/n though otherwise Iâll miss her too muchâ Yunjin winked, almost sending you into cardiac arrest.
âSo NOW you have confidence? I donât get you sometimesâ Chaewon threw her arms up in defeat as Yunjin waved her receipt with your number on it.
âThatâs because I scored the pretty girl!â
Despite focusing on making Yunjinâs matcha latte, you could see her doing a silly victory dance in the corner of your eye while Eunchae was frowning, clearly hangry from all the waiting.
A/N: something cute for yall because Yunjin is a cutie patootie â¤ď¸
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don't you ever grow up
pairing(s) beckett sennecke x fem!reader
summary: beckett and yn throughout the years falling in love with each other.
warning(s): none. just some pure teeth rotting fluff :)
wc: 2.3k
an: hi loves!! new fic about a new pookie!! Beckett!! ughhhh I love this fic so much. I was inspired by a Taylor swift song..no surprise here!! i loved writing this so much, its so sweet and cute. I wasn't too sure how to write Beckett, so I just kinda went with it LOL. also I love the header I made, its just so?? cute LOL! anyways! I hope you enjoy, like and reblog if you do! more coming very soon! let me know if you have ideas for me! much love as always.
happy reading <3
12 years oldÂ
âYn!! Put your bike up, it's time for dinner!â I hear my mom shouting from the front yard of our house. Letting out a deep sigh, I sadly slowly turned myself around. I was just getting to a good part of my ride mom, I thought to myself as I made my way back to our house.Â
Pink and purple clouds litter the sky, summer nights in Canada were always so beautiful, the clouds kinda look like cotton candy? I wonder what flavors they taste like, I think to myself as I continue to ride down the street. My mind is so captured by the cotton candy colored clouds and the way the ground feels beneath my bike, that I forget that I'm riding a bike, before I feel myself crashing into something.Â
As soon as I know it, I'm laying straight on my back in the middle of the sidewalk. I turn my head to the side to see my pink sparkly bike turned upside down on its side. I lean myself up slightly to see something I ran into, happens to be a boy?Â
âOh my goshâ the boy says, scrabbling to his feet, his helmet on his head crooked from the crash.
âAre you hurt, do you need 911?â he asks me, dropping his knees beside me.
âIm okay, i don't need 911â i giggle
âGood, i thought i killed youâ he says, offering me a hand pulling me to my feet
âThank you '' I say, dusting myself off from the crash, fully taking in the boy in front of me, his short brown hair sticking out from his helmet, his blue eyes softly shining in the evening sun.
âDo you have a concussion? You're looking at me kinda weirdâ he asks, waving his hand in front of my face.
âIm okay, im okayâ i say quickly, embarrassed that he caught me looking at him
âOkay, I'm very sorry for running into you, I was looking at the clouds..â he trails off, as he pushes my bike towards me from the grass.Â
âDo you think they look like cotton candy?â i ask smilingÂ
âI WAS THINKING THATâ he laughsÂ
âME TOOâ I say laughing back at him, as I get on my bike, the nameless boy doing the same.Â
âSo what's your nameâ i ask as we start to slowly pettle our way down the sidewalk
âBeckettâ he says,
 âyou?â he asks turning to meÂ
âYnâ
âSo ynâ he says looking forward, âWhat do you think the cotton candy clouds taste like?â
14 years old.Â
âFIRST DAY OF HIGHSCHOOL HOW ARE WE FEELING?â Beckett yells beside me from the backseat of his moms car.
âI'd feel much better if you were not yelling in my ear at 8 in the morningâ sending him a tight lipped smile.
âSorry sorry⌠im just excited and nervousâ he saysÂ
âWhy are you nervous?â i ask confused by his statement
âWhat if no one likes me? Or or i hate the classes i haveâ he ramblesÂ
âBeckett, you're probably already the most popular boy in our grade and you haven't even stepped foot into the school, you're going to be just fine '' I say, resting my hand on his leg in an attempt to calm him down.
âYou always know how to make everything better. What would I do without you?â he says, smiling at me.Â
âYou'd go crazy probablyâ i laugh, âdon't ever think about replacing meâ i say teasinglyÂ
âI could never, no one could replace my best girlâÂ
Best girl?? Oh gosh, is this car getting hot or is it me?Â
âCome one, thing one and thing twoâ Beckett's mom says from the front seat, before she opens her door. We quickly grab our bags, getting out of the car.Â
âOkay come on you two! Picture time!â she says smiling, holding her phone out in front of her, ready for the pictureÂ
âMom. Are you serious?â Beckett whines from beside me, a quick elbow jab to his side quickly shuts him up.Â
âOw!â he yelpsÂ
âShut up and take the picture you big babyâÂ
âYes maâamâ he says rubbing his side dramaticallyÂ
âOkay get closer! Act like you two love each otherâ she saysÂ
Beckett and I huddle in closer together upon his moms request, feeling his arm wrap around my waist, my heart rate picking up at the feeling. Snap out of it yn get it together. It's just your 14 year old hormones.Â
âOKAY 1 2 3!â his moms shouts from us, snapping out of my daydream, i cast a big smile on my lips for the picture.Â
âAwwwww!! You two look so cute. Ugh please don't ever grow up you guys!!â she says before pulling us into a hug with each of her arms.Â
âOkayâ she says pulling back, âhave the best first day ever! I love you both, beckett please watch out for ynâÂ
âAlways mom, always gotta look after my best girlâ he says, slinging an arm around my shoulder, as we walk up the stairs of the school, with a smile on my face that can be seen across the world.Â
Not knowing how the first day of highschool would go for the next four years, but what I did know was that I was in love with my best friend.Â
16 years old.
Today is the day of the sophomore formal. My hands couldn't help but shake as I touched and fixed my hair for the 300th time in the last 5 minutes. Staring at myself in the mirror as I run my hands along my dress, in an attempt to smooth out the non existent wrinkles.Â
âYn honey how's it going in there?â i hear my mom call out from the other side of the door
âGood..just looking over everything!â I say, taking a deep breath and one last look at myself before I open the door.
Slowly walking out, seeing my mom standing in the doorway, her hand moving to cover her mouth as she stares at me.Â
âHow do I look?â I nervously ask my hands running to lay with the fabric of my dress.
âOh baby, you look stunning. Beckett won't be able to keep his eyes off of you the whole night.â she says to me, her voicing cracking with emotionÂ
âReally?âÂ
âYes really, you look beautifulâ running a hand across my cheek, as she looks at me
âGosh i didnt think id get this emotionalâ she rasps out
âOkay let's go downstairs, and get some pictures! Beckett should be here any-â the noise of the doorbell cuts her off
âSpeak of the devil, there he is!â she turns to me with a smile, âokay you wait up here and then i'll tell you when to come down, okay?â
Nodding my head in agreement, as she begins to make sure way downstairs. My voice feels like it's caught in my throat as I stand there. My nerves start to rise again at the thought of Beckett seeing me all dressed up. Oh gosh what if he thinks i look bad, and doesn't want to go with me anymore??Â
âYn, honey are you ready?â my mom calls from the bottom of the stairs
âYeah, coming!âI shout, now or never I think to myself, taking one last deep breath before heading down the stairs.Â
My slow steps only add to the building nerves that I already have in my body. My head remains low as I walk down the stairs, scared to look up and see everyones eyes on me. Reaching the bottom of the stairs, slowly bringing my head up, locking eyes with a suited up, wide eyed beckett.Â
âHiâ i whisper softly
âYou look so beautifulâ he says instantlyÂ
âThank you, you look handsomeâ I say, a nervous smile spreading across my face.Â
âHere these flowers are for you '' Beckett says, holding out the most beautiful bouquet of flowers i've ever seen in front of me.Â
âThese are so beautiful, thank youâÂ
âYou're welcome, always gotta do the best for my best girlâ he says with a smile
Best girl. Best girl. Best girl.Â
âOkay, come on love birds, picture time!â my mom says from beside us, beckett quickly moving to grab my hand and part of my dress as i walk out the door. Flashing him a smile as we head outside
âOkay, act like you two love each other!â becketts mom says from beside mine, standing in front of us, as they hold their phones out.
Becketts arm finds my waist, as mine finds his, looking at each other with soft smiles before turning back towards the camera.Â
â1 2 3!â my mom says
âOh! They look so darling!! How cute!â our moms say, as they look at the pictures
âOkay another one!â
Quickly moving back into picture formation, putting a smile on my face ready for the picture, just as my mom is counting down I feel becketts lips pressing against the side of my head, right as the picture is taken.Â
Heat flows through my body once he pulls away, a smile dancing across his lips as he looks down at me.Â
âYou look beautifulâ he says once again to me
âWhen you look at me like that, i feel like i amâ i sayÂ
âGood, my best girl should always feel like thatâÂ
Not knowing what his best girl means as he pulls me towards his car, but I do know that I'm falling more and more in love with him each day.Â
18 years old.Â
It's the day of becketts draft. My hands are shaking as I sit next to his mom. I couldn't be more proud of him, all of the hard work and dedication he's put in to get to this point, I could be more proud. As much as I am proud of him, I can't help but feel waves of nervousness and selfishness flow through my body.
 Where will Beckett be drafted at, how far will he be from his friends, family and me? What team will he go to, what number will he pick? All those thoughts are flowing through my head as I sit silently next to his mom, who's talking to his father.Â
I see Beckett lean forward to get my attention, matching his movements I lean forward looking at him.Â
âAre you okay?â he mouths to me
I send him a quick smile and thumbs up before settling back into my seat, just as I do the lights start to dim, signaling that the draft is starting. Taking a deep breath before directing my attention to the stage, it's now or nothing.Â
Beckett was projected to be the 10th or 12th draft pick, so hearing his name being called as the 3rd overall draft pick from the Anaheim Ducks sounded like a fever dream to everyone in the crowd, especially beckett. Who rises from his seat, with a shocked look on his face. His jaw dropped as he turned to his dad, who pulled him into a hug. Making his way down the aisle to his mom, doing the same with her.Â
My hands are shaking as I stand up, I can't help but start to cry, as Beckett wraps his arms around me, pulling me into the tightest hug ever. pulling back quickly before I even have a chance to speak, he's making his way down the aisle towards the stage. His mom brings me into her arms as we lean into each other crying at the sight of our boy walking across the stage.Â
I didn't see Beckett for the rest of the draft, he seemed to be whisked away by reporters and the media for pictures or questions. At the end of the draft, his family and I are led into the back of the arena into a room, with ducks reporters, and right in the middle of the crowd stands beckett. Dressed in a ducks jersey and hat, stands the smiling boy.Â
As soon as he sees his parents, he makes a beeline straight towards them, pulling them back into tight hugs as they whisper sweet things to him. I stand back witnessing the sweet moment between him and his family, with a smile on my face. Pulling away from his mom, his eyes catch mine, making his way towards me, pulling me off my feet into a hug.Â
â im so proud of youâ i say to him as he settles me back on my feet
âI can't believe this, this is so crazyâ he saysÂ
âI know, i'm so so proud of you my little duckâ i say tugging on his new found jerseyÂ
âI couldn't have done it without my best girlâ he says looking down at me, our eyes locked together with so much force and love?Â
Before I even know what's happening, becketts face is moving closer and closer to mine, and before I know it his lips are meeting mine in a sweet kiss. My hands grab his face, pulling myself into his lips. A smile spreads across his face when he pulls away, my hands still resting on his face, as I look at him in shock.
âI've wanted to do that since I was 12 years old, I don't know what took me so long,â he says to me.
âBut what I do knowâ he continues âis that i never want to go another year or day or week without itâ before connecting our lips back together once again.Â
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