#bitch couldn't even throw on a beach cover up?

[imsodishy]

in 3x02, when Karen goes to the pool, ostensibly to break off her deeply inappropriate thing with Billy, the day after she stood him up upon realizing that she stood to loose her comfy suburban life if she went through with it... why the fuck does she still get all dolled up?

Like, they make an actual point in ep 1 that she’s only done up like that at the pool specifically to get attention from Billy.

She balked at the idea of going through with an actual sexual encounter (for now), but she's clearly trying to keep him on the hook, and she's obviously not ready to stop using him for the ego stroking attention that she seeks from him.

[jubshead]

𝐌𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐬𝐚

Paring: Rio Vidal x Reader

Summary: The only person who could ruin a vacation in Italy was your stepmother, but what if she made it unexpectedly better?

A/N: Okay, so this was inspired by the second season of White Lotus and the title is in italian because I thought the english word was too crude.

I hope this isn’t too OOC, let me know!

This isn’t beta read and english isn’t my mother language, so bear with me.

Warnings: Face slapping, non-consensual spanking, dubious consent, unwanted arousal, degradation kink, face sitting.

I hope I didn’t leave anything behind, but if I did let me know.

Word count: 3.1k

Date: Nov 05, 2024

Comments and constructive criticism are always welcome!

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The sun shines through the blowing white curtains and into the bedroom. The last few days in Sicily were cloudy, and as pleasant as they had been, you’ve been longing for a day at the beach. The weather today was perfect for spending time in a bikini and staying at the hotel, not visiting any tourist spots or museums.

Italy is breathtaking. College was wearing you out, so spending a few weeks away from the student mentality is doing you good, it also helps that your father is paying for everything, even if it doesn’t erase the complicated relationship you two had.

Waking up early is mandatory in every vacation and today was especially easy. As soon as you had taken a peek at the open window of your room, you got out of bed. The constant tiredness you felt from your routine had vanished a few days into the city, and you were excited to make the most of it.

Skin glistening with sunscreen, you head downstairs for breakfast. The buffet was set up on a covered balcony with the chairs outside, where you could enjoy the view of the italian architecture as you ate. Grabbing a few fruits and a spoonful of eggs, you head out to find an empty table, only to catch sight of your father’s raised arm moving left and right to get your attention.

This vacation would be perfect if it weren’t for them. 

“Good morning.” You say, settling on one of the chairs.

Your greeting goes unanswered. Your father is back on his phone and your stepmother gives you a mouth pressed smile, doesn’t bother pretending she likes you. Every time you were in their presence, you felt like throwing up. Besides the fact that your father is 30 years older than her, you still hate both of them for the affair they had while your parents were together. 

You’ve always known your father was an asshole, but adultery was the final straw. The only reason you kept in contact with him was because of your mother. The saint she was, begged you to not distance yourself from him, scared you would be alone when she was gone, and how could you not grant a dying woman’s wish?

Rio was a cunt, but you couldn't deny that she was attractive. Your father wanting to stay with her wasn't a huge surprise. It was pretty clear, though, that the feeling wasn’t reciprocated. She was obviously with him for the money, and you were pretty sure she was cheating on him. Karma is a bitch, after all, and your dad’s time has finally come. 

Eating your meal slowly, you enjoy the light breeze blowing your hair back. Cargo navy blue shorts and an open white button shirt hide away your black bikini and when you stretch your arms up, you feel eyes on you. Turning towards your stepmother, you’re greeted with sunglasses covered eyes and a similar blouse to yours, her brown hair is down. 

“I have to get some work done, so I won’t be able to spend the day with you.” Your father tells you, finally looking up from the phone.

“That’s fine.” You reply, shoving a spoonful of papaya into you mouth 

Oh, thank goodness you wouldn't have to stay with them today. 

“Rio will go to the beach with you, though.” 

Your eye twitch at that. Glancing in her direction, you see her tongue poking into her cheek and a side smile, clearly enjoying your suffering. 

“I’m sure she would like to do something else. “ You try. 

“No, no. I want you to spend time together, get to know each other.” Your father and his need to make you two close, this whole trip was all about that and yet you still avoid her like you have done all these years. You’ve never wanted any kind of relationship with her and that wasn’t about to change. 

“Whatever.” You breathe out. 

“Come up to our room. Rio needs to change and I can give you girls some cash to go out and buy a few clothes.” Yeah, that wasn't going to happen. Spending as much time away from her as possible was one of your goals in this vacation.

He leaves his uneaten breakfast on the table and gets up. 

“Fine.” You concede. 

In the hallway, they walk ahead of you and you take a moment to watch them. Your father moves with the confidence of a rich white man with a plastic filled face. He’s in his 70's and doesn’t have the worst body, but if Rio was putting up with him because of money, it must be torture. She was clearly above his level, with black hair, slim body and defined arms. Anyone could see that. She had a powerful aura and walked with a sway to her hips. 

You look up when you realize you’re staring at her ass. 

The white door opens up with your dad's key card. Their bedroom is huge. The entrance leads to a living room with two couches and a coffee table. At the parallel wall to the entry, a large door opens to a balcony with a beautiful view of the mountains, the water constantly crashing against the rocks. Their bed is on the left side and is separated by a bow shaped wall, the other side of the room is the bathroom. It has a big counter with multiple beauty products. 

“I’m off. There’s a computer room downstairs, if anyone needs me, I’ll be there.” He hands you three hundred dollars and goes to kiss Rio. 

He holds her waist firmly and she turns her head before his lips contact with hers. She pushes him slightly back and pat his shoulders, you hold in your laugh. 

“Okay then.” He mutters embarrassed, ruffling your hair on his way out.

It doesn’t take 10 seconds after he leaves for you to turn to her and say. “Look, we don’t have to do this. I don’t want to spend time with you and I’m sure the sentiment is mutual.” 

She fake gasps at you, eyebrows raised and smirks. “You’re gonna hurt my feelings.” 

Rolling your eyes, you head to the bathroom to wash your hands, they feel sticky after eating the fruits from breakfast. You hear some movement in the bedroom and assume Rio is grabbing her bikini. The wardrobe door closes shut and you glance up in the mirror to watch your stepmother's figure walking behind you. You’re one step away from moving out of the restroom when she slips her blouse and shorts off. 

Time seems to stop as you watch her with her back to you, her ass is completely bare and you stare as she first ties the top knots of the two-piece. She bends to pull up the bottoms and you look down to your hands, your breath comes out shallowly, the image buried into your mind.

“Boo.” A voice says, her breath ghosts your ear and you try to hide your startlement. 

Looking up, you purse your lips. She’s standing a foot behind you and smiles smugly in your direction. When you turn around, her face is closer than you expected.

“What do you want?” You ask sharply.

“What do I want?” She repeats slowly, her fingers running through your hair ends. “You tell me.” She stares into your eyes and you squint, grabbing her shoulder and pushing her back.

“Fuck off.” You let out an incredulous laugh. “I always knew you were a whore, but this is beyond anything I’d have expected.” 

“Why? Are you still mad at me because of mommy?” She teases with a fake pout. 

Your entire face closes off and you take a step towards her. 

“Don’t talk about my mother. You could never be half of the woman she was.” 

“Oh, yeah? Your father would disagree.” 

The reaction is instantaneous. Your palm stings from the contact and you gape at her, surprised at your own slap. With your hand frozen in midair, you observe as her head turns back in your direction, her cheek is stained by red fingers and she lets out a breathy laugh, running her digits through it. 

“You are gonna regret that.” 

The apology that was about to come out of your mouth is cut off by the yank on your scalp, your body is forcefully rotated towards the sink and you hold the impact with your palms. The tug in your hair makes your back bend in an uncomfortable way and your neck aches as it’s pulled back. Rio pressed firmly against your arched ass and rested her chin on your shoulder, looking at your startled face through the reflection. Her nails sink in your flesh.

“What are you doing?” You breathe out, partially scared and slightly aroused. 

“Has anyones ever told you that you’re a brat?” She avoids your question with one with her own, you feel fingers running down your waist. 

“Has anyone ever told you?” You return. 

She scoffs as her mouth breaks into a grin, shaking her head left and right. The digits you felt moving through your covered skin grip you with full force and move to the front of your shorts, unbuttoning it. Panic flashes in your eyes as she pushes it down. You struggle against her hold and she pulls your hair harder. 

“Don’t fight it, sweetheart.” 

Breath catches in your throat when her fingers grab a handful of your bare ass. 

“Do you know how I tame a brat?” She whispers in your ear and answers her own question. “I teach her a lesson.” 

The sound of her palm colliding with your backside echoes off the white walls and your surprised yelp follows it. The slap doesn’t hurt, you could bet Rio didn’t put all her strength into it, the worst part, for sure, is that it felt good. The sting brings a delicious burn to your skin and you prevent yourself from asking for more.

The second time it happens, you grab harder into the counter. Words seem to fail you and you stand still, this whole thing feels like a fever dream. You look up at the mirror and see Rio’s eyes completely fixated on your ass, she smoothes her hands through it and you shudder. 

The one that follows is firmer and you groan, unable to contain yourself. Goosebumps mark your skin and your body reacts to the pain, shifting uncomfortably against your bikini.

“What? Cat got your tongue?” She asks, raising her brows and giving you a maniac grin.

“Fuck you.” 

She ‘tsks’ behind you and hums, slapping you three times in a row. The reaction is instantaneous and you hate yourself for pushing your ass back against her. 

“Who’s the whore now?” She asks in your ear and laughs. 

The taunting worsens your condition. Slick gathers in your underwear and you bite your lips, stressed by the way your body is reacting to your step mother. She doesn’t give you any type of relief and smacks you two more times. This torture seems to be going on forever, but you’ve only counted seven slaps. You had no idea how long it would last.

You’re about to speak when she strikes you one more time, with an open mouth, you aren’t able to contain the moan that escapes you and your face lights up like a christmas tree.

“You are so cute when you blush, sweetheart.” She tells you and licks your ear, her palm massages your sore butt and she adds. “Everytime we meet, I just want to have you all to myself.” She pulls back and looks at your pitiful position. Arched back, red ass and shorts bunched up mid-thigh, she runs tongue over her teeth. “When I saw the opportunity today, I just knew I had to take it. It’s so easy to rile you up and the fact that you hate me only makes it all the more delicious.” You shudder at her words. 

She is fucking mental. 

She surprises you for a second time with a spank. Tears well up in your eyes, the sting is worse than before and your arousal is burning you up from inside. The whole situation is making you dizzy, you feel like you’d fall down if Rio wasn’t holding you so tightly. Your neck hurts and you almost beg her to stop, but you couldn’t handle the humiliation, so you face it like a big girl. 

She delivers two more and you screw your eyes shut. One tear runs down your face and you feel Rio releasing the grip on your hair, turning you around to face her. 

“Ten slaps, that’s all. No need to cry.” She runs her thumb over your wet cheek. 

The sink presses against your backside and the cold of it helps with the burn, with your eyes still closed, you take a deep breath. You’re still in shock. 

“Did you learn your lesson?” She asks, her palms holding your wrist against your breasts. 

You stare at her for a second. Laughing at her smirk, you spit right in her face. She closes her eyes, whipping the dripping saliva with her fingers. Her entire face closes off, her patience seems to have run thin. 

She doesn’t say anything else, turns around and pulls you by the forearm. You struggle against her hold, but she’s stronger than you expected. Losing your balance when she throws you on the mattress, you don’t have time to get up before she’s upon you, holding your wrist above your head and kissing you roughly.

You hate yourself for it, but it doesn’t take 5 seconds for you to kiss her back. She’s in full control of the kiss and you writhe beneath her, failing to release your arms. Her tongue runs against yours and you can barely breathe from the intensity, your head spinning. 

One of her hands runs down your side to the bikini bottom. 

You suck in a breath when she separates. 

“I could eat you alive in this, couldn’t take my eyes off you at breakfast.” She tells you, licking your cheek. 

Her hand brushes the black fabric before pushing it aside, you are embarrassed by your state. Her fingers run through your wet folds, circling your entrance as you whine, desperate to be fucked.

“You are pathetic.” She says close to your face. 

Fuck your body for reacting the way it shouldn’t. The degradation turns you on even more and you feel your resolve crumbling. Rio chuckles at the intern battle she sees in your eyes. 

“Don’t worry, you won’t have to use that pretty little head of yours for long.” 

She rolls off of you. The opportunity to escape presents itself and you don’t move an inch, with your wetness sticking to your thighs, you just want Rio to have her way with you. She smirks at you and crawls up your body until she’s stradling your ribs. 

She doesn't put her full weight on you as she squeezes your cheeks and says. “Let’s see if this mouth is good for anything other than being disrespectful.”

You barely have time to understand the implication before her cunt completely shadows your vision. Her bikini is set aside and she pushes her hips down, making you grip her thighs in an attempt to control her pace. Giving up on your moral high ground, you lick a stripe up her lower lips. She hums on top of you and grinds down, her juices smear on your chin and you’ve only just begun. Apparently you weren’t the only one affected by the spanking.

Focusing your attention elsewhere, you leave a hard bite on her inner thigh, taking your hatred on her skin. She moans and sits completely on your face, making it impossible to breathe. 

“You better get to work, sweetheart.” She mocks you and amends. “Before you pass out.”

You fully believe she’d let that happen so with renewed energy, you grab into her butt and grind her center against your face. Your tongue circles her entrance before going in. Hearing her hand grab the headboard, you begin to move in and out. Your pace is rapid and she seems to enjoy it as she starts to ride your face. Sucking her lower lips makes her groan on top of you, so you repeat the motion and squeeze a handful of her ass, making her moan. 

With little breath, you stick your tongue out and let her chase her own orgasm. She slowly moves in circular motion and spreads her juices around your face. Her movement picks up speed and within seconds she’s bouncing against your mouth. You grip her ass tightly and feel your nose bumping against her clit. 

She becomes a moaning mess on top of you. 

For someone who can’t breathe, however, eternity seems to pass as you struggle to keep up with her. She is clearly on the edge and trying to reach her peak, so, in a last attempt to get her off of you, you run your tongue all the way up before sucking her clit as hard as you can. 

Her movement comes to a halt and you feel her body tensing up, her thighs tighten around your head and your ears ring from the pressure. Her orgasm finally hits and she shudders on top of you, breathing heavily and letting out unrestrained moans. 

She collapses beside you and you take the biggest gulp of air you can manage. Your breathing is as ragged as hers and you curse yourself for having a weakness for older women, this shouldn't have happened. 

Silence befalls you for about a minute as Rio gathers herself and you contemplate your life choices. As soon as her breathing is slower, she gets up on her knees in the bed. All your previous worries leave your mind as soon as she’s back upon you, straddling your waist and biting her lips.

She kisses you and grasps the wrists that hold her face, you press your center against hers and let out a whine when she pulls back and gets out of the bed. With a puzzled face, you sit up and ask.

“Where are you going?” 

“To the beach.” She simply says, grabbing a sun hat and putting it on. 

“What?” You rapidly blink.

“You heard me.” Her face breaks into the biggest grin you’ve ever seen in her sulking face. 

“Rio.” You whine like a petulant child. 

She comes towards you and gives you a long peck. Your mouth follows hers  as she pulls away.

“Brats don’t get rewards.” She states and heads for the door, exiting the room with a witchy cackle as you throw yourself back onto the bed. 

[etherealily]

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Felix Catton + fem! reader. SFW, but discretion advised, slightly dark, abuse.

Part 1: Hard Candy Part 2 : Sour Candy

Desc. : " you taste like rock candy, sweet like beaches, leave me all sandy"

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Queued + not proofread. Sorry if it sucks.

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You've woken up in Saltburn before.

You actually had an honorary room that only you stayed in, mostly, and even picked out the bed covers and decor for during your summer stays when you were seven.

You weren't allowed - or eager - to pick them out this time.

Yeah. You've woken up in Saltburn before, to the sun warmly kissing your face and the open windows letting gentle summer breezes rouse you.

But waking up to Felix's head between your legs was new.

You couldn't even tell him to stop, because, a) why the FUCK would you do that? and b) his hand was covering your mouth, albeit, mildly lovingly.

The long string of profanities spewing out your mouth seemed to circle twice around the room and then wrap around your own neck, like some sort of crude reminder that you were, once again, humouring Felix Catton, like every other living thing on this planet.

Okay. Maybe we should try justifying this, maybe rewind, so that you don't seem like some hypocritical, weak-willed idiot. Or maybe justify why you are.

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TWO DAYS EARLIER

"It's the same, isn't it? Well, more or less."

"What do you mean more or less? It's the exact same.", you replied, basking in the fading glory of the odd summer you'd spend here.

"Well, yeah, but this is the first time you're stepping into this room as a non-virgin."

"Oh, yeah, the new experience, it must be riveting. Doesn't the furniture seem to be looking at you differently or sm'n?"

"What?"

"Nah, nah, he's got a point. Society's judging you, as is the sofa. Can you hear them? 'Slut! Slut! Slut!'", chanted Felix, in your ear.

"Get out! Both of you!"

Felix chuckled, jogging out of the room as you did, trying to dodge whatever pillows you could throw at him. The other one, however, stayed.

"You want him around you, in you- with you so bad, don't you?"

"What?" Oh, yes, this bitch! He had a stupid name, what was it?

"Y'don't remember me? Farleigh."

Oh, yeah, Farleigh. The bitch you'd always had a tolerate-hate relationship with.

"Sorry, I couldn't place a name to the face. Yeah, hey."

"Hey yourself.'

"What did you just say to me?"

"Well, his cock.", says Farleigh, as if you'd just asked what side the sun set on and he'd just said 'west'. "You want it, right?"

"No."

"Oh, c'mon. You're essentially in love with him."

"I'm not in love with anyone, much less Felix Catton."

He mock gasped. "Full name! That's a tell-tale sign."

"Full name? That doesn't mean shite."

He took a long drag of his cigarette, his chocolate eyes lighting up with amusement, derision and quite a lot of judgement. "When you shagged or fucked, or whatever.", he began, raising a brow. "Did you try to forget it afterwards?"

"Well, yeah, because we were both drunk, it was-"

"Denial isn't just a river in Egypt, my dear."

The only thing keeping you from punching him was overwhelming nostalgia.

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If you thought Felix hugs were brutally nice, Elspeth hugs were worse.

"I knew you wouldn't grow up ugly. I simply knew it. You and I connected too much for fate to let you be ugly."

Trust me, as backhanded and narcissistic as that sounded, that was the equivalent to her calling you the blessing of her life.

"And I'm so glad you've got the virginity thing out of the way, darling.", she whispered, her voice lovely enough to make you forget this was even an awkward and inappropriate conversation in the first place.

"I-"

"And I'm glad it was my Felix. Y'know, in college, girls have a new sense of... freedom. They'd give it up to, well, any troglodyte who pretends he cares. But you, sweetheart, were smart.", she praised, tapping the tip of your nose. "Congratulations."

"There's no need to-"

"And as for this, uh, 'proper-proper' reunion, I think it'll have to be a couple days before our Christmas party, so that people aren't clubbing them both together."

"Um, yeah, but you don't really need t-"

"Darling, you know I love any excuse to throw a party."

That, you knew.

"You're not going to advertise-"

"What, have a banner saying 'happy proper-proper reunion?' You think so cheaply of me?", she scoffed, pulling you into another mildly condescending hug. "Unless you want one."

"No! No, no, I'm fine, thank you."

"FELIX! Felix?!"

Felix almost left skid marks as he ran into the room. "Yeah?"

"Show her around the estate. Explore, like you two used to.", she smiled, a hint of reminiscence on her face.

He saluted, dragging you away from Elspeth and her endearing inimitableness.

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"...So that's what it's like, EngLit. I actually think it's really going to help me out.", he muttered, folding the last bit of his paper airplane and launching it in front of him, into the field in front of the pillar at which you two sat.

You nodded, playing with the hem of your coat. "You're becoming a writer?"

"God, no.", he laughed, ironing out paper on his lap to begin creating a new plane. "No offense to the Tolstoys and Hemingways of the world or whatever, but no. I just think it'll help me out, because art leads to passion, leads to overall joy."

You hummed. Okay, an uncharacteristically deep sentence. "You don't have joy right now?"

"Do I look joyful?"

Yes. That was your first response. Because his eyes shone and his smile glowed and he was warmth personified. If you were him, you'd be joyful. "You're not?"

He shrugged. "I'm okay. Like, I'm thriving, but I'm not living. Ya know?"

No, you didn't know. What the fuck did he have to complain about?

"I mean, look, it's sort of like...", he began, shuffling closer and pointing out at the fields in front of him, seemingly not noticing you struggling with his scent. Did he extract and infuse his pheromones in his cologne or something?

"...It's sort of like I've got everything I need, and the means to get everything I want, but there's this... block, yeah? I want to do so much, but I've got responsibilities."

"Everyone does. You just do the things anyway, because at the end of the day, it's you and your happiness."

"Easy for you to say.", he grumbled, beckoning you to turn around so he could play with your hair.

"Why? 'Cause I don't have to 'take over the family business'?"

"Yeah, actually. I've known forever that I'm takin' over and shite, but lately it's like... what else?"

"You can quite honestly do whatever the fuck you want, and you still feel 'trapped'?`"

"'M braiding it.", he informed, gathering the hair over your shoulders back to him. "And yeah. You just wouldn't get it."

You fought an eye roll, deciding that, for once, it's nice that Felix is braiding your hair instead of pulling it.

"Usually when we're alone, we shag. You want to?"

You played with your fingers for a bit, before shaking your head.

"Don't move- you've gone and messed it up!", he scolded, giving you a sharp tug of punishment. "And yeah, me neither. 'S weird."

Weird that he's not on his usual testosterone filled autopilot mode of shag-everything-in-sight? Yeah. Kinda is.

"Where'd you learn to braid?"

"You forget I have a sister."

Oh, yeah.

"Is she...", you trailed off. How were you supposed to ask about something as delicate as that after years of not interacting with her? You could be hit by a 'you didn't care enough before' and you couldn't even refute it, although it'd be untrue.

"Yeah, she's still not eating. Going to absolutely force feed her, genuinely."

After a while, the silence that you were relaxing into seemed to realise just how restless he was, so it allowed itself to be broken. "Why do you let it happen?"

"What?"

"Me. Like, honestly. I mean, I got so drunk I threw a bloody vodka bottle at you and sent you to the ER and you're still not absolutely petrified around me."

You'd be lying if you said you hadn't asked yourself the same thing every time you let him into your dorm.

Shrugging, you pulled out a couple tufts of grass. "Used to it."

Silence as your hair got braided.

Then, "I didn't mean to. The ER. I wasn't... I didn't leave because I didn't care, I left 'cause I was scared."

"You were scared? After everything, I woke up and-", you cut yourself off for a moment, biting back the words 'fucking cunt' , "And you weren't there."

The braiding stopped.

Felix being like this was like swimming in the ocean and buying rock candy, feeling the sharp contrast of sugar on a salt-etched tongue.

At least, that's what you tell yourself. It's not the contrast of salt and sugar, it's the shock of a tongue suddenly being reintroduced to taste after a while.

And you wanted to force him to taste this.

"I woke up, and I was in a fucking ER, being told shit like I had slimly missed 'cranial fracture' and shite I didn't even understand, and I looked over for my best fucking mate, and you weren't even there!"

You felt his forehead on the back of your neck. "I thought if I paid-"

Scoffing effectively shut him the fuck up. He sighed. "How is it you don't hate me?"

"I can't really blame you. You- you were spooked. Happens.", you grumbled, begrudgingly. You hated your own rationality, sometimes.

"And it's me."

"And it's you. You do stupid things, sometimes."

"Like you?"

Offended, you turned around, about to actually say 'fucking cunt' for that little comment, but his kiss cut you off.

It really wasn't a let's-fuck-right-now-kiss, but more of a I'm-sorry-but-you-know-this-is-the-only-way-I'll-say-it-kiss.

"We have got a proper-proper reunion party to help plan.", he reminded you, his thumb rubbing an arc on your cheek. "Let's go."

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ONE DAY EARLIER

For a 'proper-proper reunion', there was a lot of propriety lacking.

With the party - and lunacy - in full swing, you could happily ignore Felix without it being noticeable.

Well, as unnoticeable as you could be with him inside you.

"Happy- fuck - happy proper-proper reunion.", he breathed out, against your shoulder as he kept his pace, in a way he hadn't, ever before.

The lights and music from the party blended with the starry night sky to make what should have been a cheap hookup, that made both of you feel dirty and worthless, into something almost romantic.

Uh oh. That not-love-feeling again. What a little parasite.

And before you know it, you're screaming, drowned out by the music, but still screaming, biting into his shoulder to muffle yourself. The sharp intake of breath he took before laughing breathily at you did nothing to calm you down.

In fact, it just infuriated you.

How could he just... do this?

Bring you into his arms and into his bed effortlessly?

Convince you it was love without ever saying it?

Convince you he's sorry without ever meaning it?

You were still in your post-orgasmic, post-epiphany haze as he helped you down off the edge of the maze fountain.

"M'lady.", he grinned, as if he hadn't just fucked your brains out, as if he hadn't just done the least gentlemanly thing ever.

You rolled your eyes, shouldering past him before he rudely grabbed your wrist, yanking you back to him. "Where the fuck you going?"

"Back to the party."

"The hell you are."

"Why?"

"Uh, Mum invited Logan. No way in hell are you goin' out there with your tits half out."

"What are you, jealous?", you scoffed, not really expecting an answer.

He clenched his jaw. "You wish, don't you? Why are you friends with that perv, anyway?`"

Holy shit. Felix never answers a question with another one. He's always got a cheeky ass answer for everything. This was a tell. A tell!

"You're jealous! You- oh, fuck, mate, I can't believe this!"

"I'm not jealous. He's probably like, this big.", he retorted, pinching his index and thumb together.

"You always think about other lads' cocks? Or only Logan?"

Chuckling, he scrunched up his nose as he wrapped his arm around your neck from the side, using his knuckles on his other hand to scratch at your scalp. "You are a wanker."

"Wow. Original.", you laughed, trying to leave his chokehold. "You are in love with me, and you are jealous of Logan!"

"I will kill you if you don't shut up!", he replied, mocking your tone. "Seriously.", he warned, the hand not around your shoulder grabbing a drink from a waiter's tray as the sounds and lights of the party hit both of you like lightning. "I don't do love."

"Yeah, yeah, I know, I know.", you snorted, shaking your head as he brought the rim of the glass to your lips.

"Drink. You're gonna need it.", he informed, taking a large chug and then kissing you, backwashing his champagne into your mouth so you had no choice but to gulp it.

"Why?", you rasped out, coughing slightly as you wiped your lip.

"People you haven't heard from in years? And even worse, people you have. Your cousin that had a thing for me that one week we spent in town, yeah?"

"No, that was your cousin, you incestuous prick."

"Oh, yeah.", he mused, shrugging. "Third cousins don't really count, I don't think. But I'm sure I heard someone in your little family liked me. Maybe it was you. Maybe you're projecting your love onto me?"

He bloody wishes.

----

As the night had ended, he'd told you he missed you, he'd shagged you again, this time drunkenly speaking of babies and marriage and picket fences and stuff that mildly terrified you, because what Felix Catton wants, Felix Catton gets.

But he didn't mean it, he mutters as he kisses down your stomach in the morning. He'd never do that to you, baby, c'mon, you know him better than that.

And you did.

And that was how you ended up awake at six in the morning with his tongue between your thighs. Because you were just that fucking lucky. Is it justified? Who fucking cares?

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And suddenly, Christmas flashed by, then New Years, then Valentine's, and some other holidays you were blurry on the details about and then you were back where you started. This time, though, you and Felix hosted the Welcome-Slash-Bullying party for the freshmen.

Well, essentially just your entire batch, but they preferred leaving it all to the two rich kids who basically grew up partying.

Plus, he was an Upperclassmen. You need a rager, you go to him.

And that's how you ended up being twirled around an even cheaper club by Felix Catton that year. Weirdly enough, he didn't scope out any freshmen to pursue. I mean, neither did you, which was even weirder. You'd thought you'd have at least flirted, but no.

For once, Felix's company kept you content and didn't make you vomit in any way.

He sucked up your cigarette smoke before kissing you, and his hands never left your ass. Even when he was drinking.

Yeah, he made you pour the liquor into his mouth, hold the cigarette up to his lips, wipe the molly from your fingers onto his tongue, all because Logan was circling around. Allegedly.

"C'mon, c'mon.", he'd murmur if you weren't actively touching your tongue to his at any given moment. "If you don't kiss me, you love me.", he'd tease. "You wanna have babies and picket fences and suburbian lives with me."

"If I don't kiss you?", you'd snort.

"Yeah. Because snogging and shagging are for us. Marrying and baby-having is for them."

And that's how you ended up brushing your teeth and then coming back to Felix Catton's bed for the, well, hundredth time, maybe?

"Morning."

"Morning."

He rolled over onto you, groaning. "I'm not going to that lecture. I fucking can't. Being hungover should count as disability or sickness. "

"That's only in the evening. You've got time."

"Yeah, but it's still happening."

"Hey, I, um, I wanted to run something by you."

"Yeah?", he asked, standing to stretch and go brush his teeth. Your bite marks paint his biceps and red scars from your fingernails adorn his trapezius. You tried not to grin.

"So your mate, right? Jason? He asked me out."

The tap water stopped and you knew you'd got his attention. "Really?"

"Yeah. So, would it be weird if I said yes?"

His head emerged from the crack in the door, and he raises a brow. "You wanna go out with him?'

"If it's okay with you, of course."

"Ooh, asking for permission from your weekly shag, are we?"

He dodged the pillow thrown at him. "Just 'cause he's your mate. If it's weird, then I'll say no."

"Say no..."

What?

"...Say yes. Say 'fuck you'. I don't care."

That was an incredibly feeble attempt to play it off. It was clear as day.

"Sure you're not still jealous?", you taunted, laughing as the pillow you'd thrown was launched right back at you in record speed.

"I swear, one of these days, I'm going to shut that mouth of yours up with gaffer tape.", he warned, jumping onto the bed. "And you'll regret it.", he chuckled, pressing multiple kisses to your neck to make you giggle.

Jesus fucking Christ, you'd seen Felix's face change.

And yes, he was, clear as day, maybe not in love, but in-something with you.

Which kinda sucks when you want to score with some fit guy called Jason. To whom you now had to go and tell 'no'.

Because what's worse than Felix Catton?

Being kinda-loved by Felix Catton.

More on that later.

[oneforthemunny]

Please something fourth of july Evie!!! Preferably with fireworks and an Eddie of your choice please!!

I'm choosing rockstar!eddie so enjoy lol

"Stay back," You cooed to Persephone, running a hand over her soft curls, easing her to sit back in her little blue lawn chair. Kensington on your hip, you swayed, face cringing while you watched Eddie in the distance.

"Ed, please be careful!" You called, wincing when you saw him drop the firework he was propping up.

"I got it!" Eddie grumbled back, tongue poking out in concentration. He'd done this a million times. As a teenager, in a shithole town with nothing to do, Eddie and the rowdier Hellfire boys spent a good portion of their free time throwing bottle rockets and fireworks off the abandoned bridge.

California didn't offer very many patriotic holiday options when it came to fireworks. A few spiraling ones of red, white, and blue at the bluff, but nothing compared to the usual show at the Hamptons. You were heavily pregnant, on a travel ban until the twins arrived by order of your doctors, and staying in California for the summer. Eddie knew how much the girls loved the fireworks, always sitting in his lap on the dock to watch them, little earphones covering their ears, eyes wide and cooing with each color. He couldn't let them be disappointed. So he found a firework stand in East LA and came home proudly with them.

You were worried the HOA might come bitch you out, or worse... Eddie loses a finger.

"Do the fireworks!" Persephone giggled, bouncing in her little chair. The girls had already gone through their sparklers, twirling them carefully while you and Eddie hovered to make sure they didn't burn each other.

Kensington cackled, squealing in equal excitement while Eddie smirked, lighting the wick and jogging back. "You ready? Ready Sephy, can you see?" You cooed, placing a hand on the back of her head gently.

The squeal of the firework launching before it took off in a rather diagonal approach. Eddie's once proud smile fell, your own face dropping watching as the firework exploded right above your neighbor's palm trees.

"Shit, shit, shit," Eddie muttered, tensing when a palm tree singed, embers floating down onto the grass.

Persephone and Kensington squealed at the explosions of light, even low and completely off targeted. Your eyes flared, glaring at Eddie. "Oh, wow." You feigned excitement through gritted teeth. "Sephy hold your sister for just a second ok? I'm gonna go help Daddy." You cooed.

Eddie cringed, watching you approach- waddle, furious and seething.

"Princess, please, I didn't mean for it to-"

"-That's it. I told you not to do them here. We'll take them down to Malibu tomorrow for the show, but you are done. You almost set their fucking house on fire." You seethed, low and cutting.

Eddie just nodded, a little too worried to get you worked up to argue. "I'm sorry, baby, the wind-"

You glared at him, turning on your heel. "Wasn't that so fun?" You cooed to the girls. "Let's go inside and pack for tomorrow, ok? We'll go to the beach tomorrow."

[moth-related-inquiries]

moots gonna find me crazy for this one, but Eric Cartman and Babysitter! Reader ‼️‼️‼️

i love when cartman acts like an actual child and not a war criminal *chefs kiss* like if he wasn't a little evil dickhead I'd totally babysit him 🫶

-♡ he absolutely DESPISED you at first. He got really upset with his mom for leaving him with some random person.

-♡ After like a month of basically torture, Eric started to go easy on you after realizing he actually enjoys the time you guys spend together.

-♡ This turned into him trying to take you literally everywhere.

-like you will take him to school and walk him up to the entrance, and he will literally drag you through the building.

-Genuinely enjoys showing you off like you're some grand prize and bragging about how cool you are compared to everyone elses babysitters.

-He cried and squealed at Mr. Garrison's door because you couldn't attend class with him.

-♡ Despite loving showing you off, Eric HATES sharing you.

-He thinks you guys are best friends so he would genuinely feel upset about you babysitting anyone else (especially Kyle) and make up some elaborate plan to get you fired.

-It backfires terribly.

-literally wont even share you with Mr. Kitty. 😭😭😭

-♡ Yall have sleepovers literally every week.

- Matching Pajamas. Say no, and he'll throw a tantrum in front of EVERYONE.

- Hear me on this one!!!!! Skincare routine. You suggested it as a treat one night after he brushed his teeth on his own, and he immediately picked up the routine.

-♡ You take him to your house every now and then (literally almost every week) just so Liane can have some privacy.

-This little asshole will literally raid your entire fridge and pantry in a matter of one day if you do not specifically tell him you bought a meal for him.

-he has his own designated minifridge now in order to encourage him to not raid yours 😭

-Yall will fr play dressup and pretend you're vogue models.

-And then play Thunder Cats (he wins everytime because he beats the shit out of your hand with his figure.)

-he basically adopts your cat (if you own one)

-♡ You're basically his other parent figure.

-Has accidentally called you mom or dad multiple times. 😭

-yall only talk about it when he's upset about not knowing his dad or upset about Liane potentially not wanting him anymore.

-♡ For this reason he literally adores being carried like a little baby.

-he gets SO upset if you can't carry him anymore.

-will literally cling onto your leg crying about you being fatphobic because he's just too big to carry now.

-if you give him the mom glare, he will give it back to you with even more hate-filled energy.

-♡ If yall go to big or crowded places, you literally have to put him in one of those backpack leashes. 😭😭

-ten years old, and he will still try his damndest to reach around and unclip it while you're not looking.

-"stupid bitch thinks I'm not gonna-"

-he pinched himself on it and immediately started bawling his eyes out like someone just cut his finger off.

-yall got ice cream afterward, so it's ok, but he's gonna try and do it again if he gets bored.

-♡God forbid you take him out to swim.

-he will call you the most vile names if he thinks your swimsuit is too revealing or your swimtrunks don't hide anything.

-will literally tell you to cover up and forcibly wrap his towel around you. 😭

-sends the meanest most hateful glares to anyone looking at you or checking you out while you tan.

-will literally walk up to some random unattended beach towel, bury it in the sand, and pretend like nothing happened.

-actively kicks down sand castles for fun but gets so pissed off if his are messed up.

-"cmon, y/n, let's find this fucking hippie" "that's not very nice, Eric" "girl."

-will side eye you so hard if you just lay under an umbrella reading a book.

-"Why are we even here if you're gonna be reading porn the whole tim-" "ERIC THEODORE CARTMAN!"

this was really fun ngl I might write one with Butters cause he deserves a parent figure more than Cartman 🫶 either way I wanna put them both in my pocket.

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

Skeleton is at the beach and suddenly notice they are tiny baby turtles getting out of the sand all around him. There's also a lot of seagulls waiting to eat them. What are they doing?

Undertale Sans - He doesn't move, as he knows he's not supposed to bother the turtles, so he just throw bones at the seagulls to keep them away from the babies.

Undertale Papyrus - He uses his sandcastle building skills to make a safe tunnel for the baby turtles to join the sea. He is cheering them along and doing big arms gesture to scare the seagulls away.

Underswap Sans - He doesn't intervene, that's how nature is. He's just happy he saw baby turtles.

Underswap Papyrus - He didn't want to intervene but he saw a baby turtle get caught and it shocked him so much that he is now running on the beach now, picking up baby turtle after baby turtle to put them himself in the sea. He then build a small memorial for the babies he couldn't save.

Underfell Sans - He shoots one seagull dead as a warning and all the others decide it's best to leave. He then enjoys the show of baby turtles running towards the sea.

Underfell Papyrus - He is a royal guard. He is guarding the babies. He will fight to death any predator going too close from them. There's no way he's losing even one baby. Not on his watch!

Horrortale Sans - Because he is attracting animals, all the baby turtles are following him like he's some sort of mama duck. Oak waits patiently for all the babies to gather around him and walks to the sea. No seagulls dare to get close from him. He waves the babies goodbye as they're leaving.

Horrortale Papyrus - He builds a bone bridge to cover the baby way to the sea. The seagulls are angry and trying to get through, but Willow doesn't care. There's no way he lets innocent babies die.

Swapfell Sans - He doesn't intervene, nature has to do its thing sometimes. He thinks he's already lucky enough to see this. Sometimes babies get eaten, but that's how it is. Be strong or die. Oh wow, he's having an existential crisis looking baby turtles.

Swapfell Papyrus - He's picking the babies and bring them to the sea, and he gives them each a name before letting them go. Rus feels a bit melancolic looking all of his babies becomes independant such short time after he became their mom.

Fellswap Gold Sans - Blood and chaos. That's his type of world. He's watching at the deadly show with morbid fascination. Then an old lady starts to hit him because he's doing nothing with the handbag. Karma, bitch.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - He's screaming in distress, chasing the birds away. He can't let the babies die! He picks them up all in a bucket and then bring them to the sea. He even forgets he can't swim and goes as far as he can with them to make sure big fishes won't get them. He doesn't care if he dies.

[seraphim-sarai]

Tesstacles Meet Again

Admittedly, Tess was super late to the party, but in her defense— Yeah, no, she just didn't want to come if she's being honest. There's no defense in being awkward. Unfortunately, Sera had instructed Lute to punish Tess for throwing sand in Sarai’s eyes, and Lute - the cruel bitch - decided the best punishment was for Tess to go to a social event. It was a nightmare.

Looking out at the sea of people, she couldn't help but let that nervous feeling grow. Everyone else on the beach was in swimwear. Should she have bought something new? She figured a T-shirt and shorts would get the job done but now she was panicking and starting to overthink again.

Who does she even talk to here? The plan had been to find Ava to ask about the rat and how he's been doing since The Incident™, but all of the figures in the crowd blurred into a mass of indistinguishable wings and halos. Who else was there? She didn't like Lute (obviously), Milan... Sadie was alright, she supposed. Maybe she should find...

Bam!

She was on the ground again. Why was it that every time they met it had to go this way? Looking up from her resting place of shame in the sand, Tess spotted none other than Sarai, whom she'd just bumped into... Again.

"I swear that's not a habit, I just have awful luck!"

Startled by the bump, Sarai dropped her absinthe martini all over the Exorcist's clothes.

"Oh! You!" She exclaimed, "You...I know you. We've met before! It was...Tess, correct?"

Great. Once again, Tess was going to leave an interaction with Sarai covered in whatever the Seraphim had been consuming. She tried to stifle a sigh, but she still couldn't escape the feeling that everyone was looking at her and the alcohol splattered across the shirt she probably shouldn't have worn anyway.

At least Sarai was being nicer this time...

"Yeah, it's— wait, you remembered my name?!"

"I try to remember a lot of things, now that my mind is clearer than it was before."

Realizing that she had dropped something on the Exorcist, she flushed.

"Agh, I'm terribly sorry. I've ruined your clothes. Perhaps, this might do?"

She pulls off the white cloak she was wearing to offer to Tess, revealing the tight-fitting bikini she was wearing underneath. Her hair and body were still very, VERY wet - droplets streaming down her curves and long hair.

She flushed even more as she felt exposed, covering her face and her body with her wings.

"Pardon my appearance. I'll find something else to cover up with, so as not to bother you."

Clearer than before? The hell was that supposed to mean? But, then again, it was hard to even focus on the Seraph's peculiar words when she was so... So...

Oh God she's taking off her cloak!

Tess quickly covered her blush with her wings, squeezing her eyes shut momentarily. Maybe this was a dream? A really weird daydream? But when she opened them... Nope, this was definitely real, and Sarai was definitely handing her the robe.

She glanced down at the black T-shirt she'd been wearing, now stained, then back up at Sarai, trying not to focus on the bikini. "A— Are you sure? I wouldn't want to take... Um..."

Fuck, what had she been saying again? This was not the time to get distracted.

"Which, not that the whole... ensemble... doesn't look good— Great, I mean. You look great. Really great."

"...What am I even talking about?"

“I insist. It’s the least I could do for you for the way we first met.”

She cringes at the memory of their first encounters.

“And for how we met the second time. I…I’m sorry for those days. I was so caught up in my own thoughts and duties that I was cruel to you. But that is a poor excuse, and I am truly sorry. And I am sorry I didn't say this earlier, but I do hope the healers were able to treat your wounds.”

She's... She's actually being... decent? Tess realized a little too late that she was definitely gawking as Sarai handed her the garment.

"Sorry, I just... didn't think you liked me." She attempted a light-hearted laugh, but the sound was more fake and hollow than anything. "I thought that was just a Seraphim thing, I guess. Sera doesn't like Exorcists either."

She stared at the cover-up in her hands for a few seconds, pondering the change, then glanced up again.

"You don't seem like her, though. You're... actually nice."

Sarai became stern.

“Sera is a fine Seraph. She is my mentor, after all.”

Her demeanor softens as she realizes she should probably stop being such an elitist bitch.

“Ah, sorry. I’m still trying to be better. You’re not wrong about that “Seraphim thing”, unfortunately. It’s something I’ve needed to unlearn, even if it may cost me my position on the Court.”

“But that’s enough about me. How are you?”

Asking such questions was a good way to start being decent, right?

Tess pursed her lips, habitually glancing behind her as she chewed her bottom lip nervously, suddenly feeling like she'd once again said the wrong thing. She's really bad about that, huh?

"I didn't mean it like—" No, she definitely did, but it's not her fault Sera doesn't like her! Whatever, just... Change the subject. Answer her question. She's trying.

"I'm... Managing. How are you?"

She once again glanced at the garment Sarai had handed her. Normally, she'd just layer the cover-up over her shirt, but with the stain still damp she was afraid of ruining Sarai's nice clothes she'd so graciously let her bother. Sigh. Here goes nothing.

Using her wings as a sort of shield, Tess quickly pulled the ruined T-shirt up and over her head. Her wings were too small to cover everything, but she kept them up until she could replace the shirt with her borrowed change of clothes... Which had to be at least 10 sizes too long for her. It made her blush, noticing how the hem of the robe dragged the sand.

Damnit, I look like a nun.

“I’ve been…trying to do better.”

Her face falls as she remembers Milan and Ava.

“I know I’ll have to speak with Ava again. And of course…Milan. I’ve been a fool with both of them, and I must atone for it.”

Tess sighed.

"Ava's sweet, he's just used to getting hurt and wants to protect himself, I think. But, you know, you're still family. You can make things right, you've just got to talk to him. Show her you care. That you still want to be her sister. Because right now, no offense, but he still thinks you're an elitist bitch that doesn't care about him either way."

When she folded her arms, they almost disappeared entirely into the sleeves. She tried not to let it show on her face how embarrassed she was.

"Not that that's entirely true, but... That's how he feels. At least from what I've... seen, I guess."

Sarai covers her face with her wings to hide her ashamed expression.

“Once again, you’re not wrong. There is so much I have to say to her, to apologize for.”

She talks aloud to herself.

“Will it be this hard with Milan too? No, it’ll be even worse…”

Milan.

The name made her stomach drop. Right, Milan was... Oh God, what did Sadie call her? Some human slang term? Tess couldn't quite remember. What she did know for sure, though, was that Milan and Sarai definitely had something going on between them. And she didn't think it was familial like it was with Ava.

She tried to stifle the tiny sigh that threatened to escape her lips. This wasn't the time to pine.

"Yeah... It will be hard. But it's not really an option. If you love her, then... Say something. Let her know. Before it's too late."

Why couldn't she take her own advice?

“...I do. More than I’ve loved anyone.”

Sarai thought for a moment. How could she approach Milan after all they said to her? And how could Milan want her back?

“I…I know I have to. Thank you, Tess.”

She leaned down to put a hand on her shoulder.

“And you can keep the robe. It suits you better than it does me.”

That's a damn lie, but Tess blushes regardless. The robe drags the ground behind her like an old sorcerer's cloak, but... It's something. It's Sarai's... It's... a gift?

She smiles slightly, but it doesn't quite reach her eyes. "Thank you. You're a good... friend, Sarai. I believe in you."

Sure. That can be the word for it. A friend who apologizes and wants to be better. A friend she actually trusts now. A friend. Nothing more, nothing less.

And what did friends do? Treat each other during the hard times.

"Say," Tess began, "Wanna get some ice cream? It's my treat."

Sarai only looked at her in confusion. "Ice cream? Is it that dessert that I see Winners with so often? I've never had it."

What the fuck? An all-knowing being had no idea what ice cream was?

"...Are you serious? No way you've never had it!"

Was that too forward?

"I am indeed. I hardly eat anything outside of my usual diet. Is it good?"

First thing to do as Sarai's friend: teach this angel what basic food was.

"Uh, yeah! Come on! I'll show you what you're missing out on! As a friend!"

Sarai was still confused, but she didn't feel like being alone at the time. This "ice cream" sounded like something worthwhile, especially if Tess was getting so excited about showing it to her. Maybe just one quick bite and she'll just go back to her usual tastes.

Still, the feeling of having a friend was very nice.

"Alright then. Introduce me to it, friend."

[inspiteofwhatherscarssay]

off my chest.

It's been a year, three months, and give or take some days. And it feels like in that timespan, things should've changed, people should've grown, feelings should've dissipated.

They haven't.

I can't even tell you how I knew-- I had a fucking feeling, and my gut never lies to me. Hell, I'm sure that the same day I had the gut feeling was the same day you were rolling around with sand in your fucking ass. And I was right. At least you had the decency to sound remorseful. Do I mean nothing to you? You've disrespected the fuck out of me, and you're lucky you're not in front of me, because I could fucking spit on you and break your fucking face in six different ways.

"It meant nothing, and I honestly don't feel proud of it." yeah, cause that makes me feel a lot better. I fucking knew it. I knew this stupid motherfucker talked you into going to Mexico and fucking his friends or some random bitches staying at the hostel; and just for the record, I hate your fucking friend.

---

"I can't wait to see you again."

Everything went well. Dinner and conversation flowed, but I couldn't find myself connecting further. He's really nice, I just don't see it going further. And I surely didn't expect crying in my car because I'm doing what I can to move on; doing what I need to now that I know you want nothing to do with me like that anymore, but the only thing I can think of is betrayal, and the worst kind, like you didn't betray on the beach in Mexico that day. Why do you feel so bad, Alma? He had zero qualms about fucking her, you should feel zero qualms about going on a harmless date. I know, conscious, and you're right, but my problem is that I CARE, and I see it as betrayal and hurting him, even though he didn't feel bad about hurting me; whether intentional or not. I'm doing what I need to to move on-- but why does it feel so bad? I cried all the way home, and couldn't wait to get in my covers and cry some more, and think about the time we went on our date.

---

I woke up in a cold sweat and in tears. We were dancing, you were wearing a khaki suit and you had on that smile that I love so much. You were holding me in your arms, and I looked down and I was wearing white. Flowers everywhere. People happy. Us dancing. Spinning around. Everything we're not and never will be. The dream was so vivid I could smell you. I felt happy. And that made me fucking cry. That made me fucking cry because everything came flooding back. The breakup talk, the discussion from Mexico, the fights, the love, the hugs, the forehead kisses, it all came back to me so fast it made my head spin and I ran to the bathroom to throw up.

---

you should write him a letter.

So now we're here. I've sat on these feelings for a year, three months, and some days. I've hopped on Bumble and Hinge for shits and giggles, also for some validation, but it feels in vain and empty. I've gone on dates, talked to men, gotten phone numbers, but all of it feels like I'm weirdly betraying you, even though we're not together. And I know for a fact you wouldn't give a shit. It's just there's something inside me that makes me feel bad, and makes me stop. I think I was in denial about it for a while, but I think now I'm ready to come out and say it. Because at the end of the day, I want you to win, and I want the best for you. I worry about you being depressed, I worry about you eating enough, I worry about you finding a job, and I worry about you not being happy; more than I would like for you to know and more than I care to admit. I think I figured out why. I care about you. I care more than a friend should. I care like you're my partner, and I don't think I ever stopped. I wanted to, but goddamn it, I fucking couldn't, and it sucks. It sucks because I want the best for you, even if it isn't me, and you deserve more. It sucks because part of me feels like it should be me. It sucks because I shouldn't care this much anymore, but Cam, I do. And if you have to cut me out of your life, I can accept that. But I still care a lot about you, and I don't know if I'm ever going to stop.

I needed to get it off my chest.

[mikeysbabygirl]

OKAY BUT

Who do you think would be a ass/boobs/thighs boy?

Like, what do u think each boy would prefer? 👀

Hello my love ! How are you doing ?

This ! I was thinking about doing this, and now that you requested it let's go ( ps : you Izana request is under work don't worry, I'm currently working on both your Izana and another moot Mikey request )

SO LET'S GO :

Izana,Inui,Mitsuya,Kakucho

I already said, but I'm gonna repeat, these are the boobs men.

Doesn't matter if yours are small or big, and if you're insecure about them he just can't understand because he doesn't see what would makes you dislike them.

Sometimes when you're not at his place, and your phones lights up with a text late at night, you know already who it is, and what's it about. “ No goodnight nude :( ? ” oh that nude better includes them.

And when you come back home...

-" Shit, you're... Drop dead gorgeous, babe". He really means it, his eyes are mesmerized by your breasts as you bounce on his cock, reaching to grope them and rolling his tongue over your nipples.

-" Gotta mark these pretty tits mine, can I ? " He loves leaving hickeys on your chest, and hates it when you wear turtleneck to cover them. This man expects you to wear plunging cleavages just so people can see you're taken, seriously...

" Why would you hide my love ? Am I not enough, princess ?"

Good luck if it's Izana lol.

Rindou,Wakasa,Hanma,Sanzu,Baji :

I introduce you to the : Booty man.

No one can convince me that while working out at the gym, both Rin and Wakasa don't stare at your booty.

Did you read the names or not ? It's a gathering of the most shameless men of Tokyo revengers.

You're tryna convince me HANMA, BAJI, SANZU ?? Won't hesitate to slap your ass if you ever pass by him ?

Random texts from their meeting “ when I'm home, better got that ass up on the bed f'me and prepare for the fuck of your life. "

Every beach day ends up with a pic of his hand on your ass for Instagram. “my bitch and the beach”.

Fav position is definitely taking you from behind. ( He needs a mirror too, can't help but look at your face while fucking you).

" That's it, that's right, arch that back f'me, rub that ass 'gainst my cock, love " he throws his head back, growling and thrusting harder inside your dripping pussy, meanwhile his hands are busy kneading the flesh of your butt cheeks.

" Aw, ain't ya cute with my handprint on your skin ? Gonna take another one for daddy ? Can't hear ya counting babe ". God stop this man from slapping the poor girl's ass !

Draken,Mikey,Shinichiro,Kazutora, Kokonoi,Ran :

Thigh man ! ( And what's between the thighs ;) )

He remembers perfectly when that obsession started.

It was one of your first dates together, he invited you to dinner, parked the bike and watched as you got out from your apartment. You wore that dress, the short one reaching your mid thighs, revealing too much of the seemingly soft skin to him.

Then he helped you climb on his bike, gulping down as your dress was almost riding your hips, and while driving he couldn't help but think about them.

Since that day, his hand would always be resting on your thigh. Caressing, rubbing circles over the skin, sometimes even pinching.

His favorite thing to do ? Makes you ride his face.

The pleasure was deliciously, ferociously wrecking every brain cell of you. You whimpered again, feeling the knot in your lower belly tightening whilst he swirled his tongue around your clit. It was hard to stay in that position even when you were leaning on the bedframe, then he just gripped your thighs harsher and made you sit on his face.

" Babe, I'd die a happy man between these thighs, worry not about me. " He would be lapping at your pussy like it was his last meal, overstimulating you until you're crying for him to stop.

" Jus' another one, love. For me, please ?"

" Wanna feel you cum all over my face, pretty." Oh and he would make you, so many times... Just to feel you squeeze your thighs around his face.

God, you love that man so much, what wouldn't you do for him ? That's basically what got you wearing these thigh socks, waiting for him to come back from work to surprise him with your new lingerie.

Opening the door, he sighs and undies his necktie, throwing his keys. " Princess, I'm home !"

His eyes widen the moment he sees you, sitting still and all pretty on the bed, thigh's skin perking up from those tight high socks.

" Oh fuck... Got no idea how bad I'm gonna stretch ya out. "

Help it's so cringe but don't blame me I'm crying from period pain

[dumbkatsu]

omgg hi!! I saw your post about writing your own TGCF X readers- Would you mind if I were to request a Mu Qing X Reader istg this man only has X Feng Xin stuff and I'm on the brink of insanity T^T THANKS MAN

Hey anon! I understand your struggles for real

Mu Qing is so pale that he turns so red when he blushes that you might be afraid that he has a sunburn

Speaking of which. If you convince him to go to the beach he'll dip himself in sunscreen and stay under the umbrella the whole time.

Be careful though bcs Feng Xin might throw him in the sea when he is taking a nap

Contrary to Feng Xin I think mu Qing would be more of a ghost of tsushima and dark souls type of guy. Even shadow of the colossus.

He had his fnaf phase and he's not proud of it

This bitch has a full 12-step face routine. 

He feels very relaxed afterward though

We all know this dude is a first-class tsundere so be prepared.

Sarcasm is a constant in your relationship.

A lot of teasing comments to make you scoff and laugh with him.

He can be a prick at times but the intention is there.

After all, he expresses his feelings better with actions than with words.

When it's raining and you forgot to bring something to cover yourself with. Don't worry he'll be there with an umbrella at hand.

He would first nag you about being stupid and not being prepared when it was obvious it was going to rain -_-

But he then makes sure you are fully protected. Even if his shoulder does get wet.

If he is in a specially good mood. He'd treat you to some nice warm food or drinks.

On the outside you might think he finds you annoying as hell.

But deep down he loves you sosososo much you have no idea how much he loves your silliness.

A lot of comfortable silence moments for sure. He feels so at peace with your presence.

Also, I can totally see some library dates and museum dates.

Cuddling with Mu Qing would be incredibly relaxing. He would dim the lights and put some soft R&B to chill.

He would stroke your hair and listen to you talk about your day.

He has a bit of a tough time waking up, but he isn't a sleepyhead. He just needs some incentive.

And seeing you in the kitchen preparing coffee for both of you and feeding his cat Min couldn't be incentive enough.

If you want to try random things with him. You do need to convince him a little. He thinks some things are lame. But then he sees your excited face and he reckons that if it makes you happy then it's worth the try.

He can surprise you at times too! With a bit of help from his trusty f-friends (and surprisingly enough Hua cheng and Pei ming), He prepares a night out doing the things you love and going on sappy romantic dates.

(He won't admit it but he got emotional when you saw me before you. You saw him tear up at the end of the movie)

When it comes to kissing he can be a bit hesitant at first. But when he gets more confident his kisses are direct and passionate. They make you know how much he loves you and wants you.

He generally holds his liquor but when he gets drunk you've never seen him more clingy. It's crazy he won't let go of you and he only wants cuddles and lowly rambles on how you are so beautiful and how thankful he is to be with you.

As cold as he can be and as hard as it is to get him to open up to you and get him to talk about what bothers him to you, you have to keep trying because deep down this little boy just wants to be understood and to be listened to without judgment. So when you see him obviously upset at something, sit him down get him to relax and talk to you.

A/N: I'm baaaaaack. I'm so so sorry anon for the delay but I've recently entered a writer's block bcs I had no idea what to write. If you think this is too short don't hesitate to ask me for more! Don't worry other anons that sent requests, I will respond to you soon ;)

[soccerbites]

arrogant son of a bitch, JJ Maybank

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a.n: i wrote this around april ?? i don't really know, but it deleted when i deactivated and im posting it again, if you feel it familiar that's probably why :) english is not my first language so i apologise in advance for any mistake.

words count: 1,8k

warnings: cursing ?? other than that idk

(gif not mine if it's yours please tell me so i can give you credits)

The alarm on your phone went off letting you know it was time to get up and help your mum at work. After getting dressed with a loose lavender dress and a pair of sneakers you exited your room and poured yourself a cup of coffee just to afterwards cross the little door besides the fridge and get into the family clothing store and finding your mum placing some shirts near the building entrance.

- "Hi" you mouthed taking a sip of the drink while walking towards the desk.

- "Good morning sweetheart" she smiled without stopping doing what she was doing "how did you sleep" this time she quickly glanced at you.

- "Like an angel" you answer and she giggled.

The morning went by slow, even though you were one of the few countable with one hand clothing stores in the island, the beginning of summer was almost a month ago and most of the residents had already bought their clothes for this season.

You looked at the time on your phone. It was half past ten in the morning when one of your friends, who you were starting to find kinda attractive as the summer went by, entered the store with a big smile on his face.

- "JJ!" your mum happily said as she walked towards him and hugged him, she loved JJ, "it's been so long since the last time I've seen you around!" she let go of him and he came closer to the desk where you were sitting.

- "it really has" he said while looking at you and smiling.

- "what brings you here?" you asked with your hand placed on your chin as support.

- "Well, John B had this amazing idea of a pic-nic at the beach, so i came over to see if your mum would be gentle enough to let us borrow you for the rest of the day?" he said and you both turned your heads towards her, "i promise to bring her myself back here before ten p.m all in one piece" she kept looking at you two with her eyes furrowed, "pleeaasee i'm begging you" your mum laughed at JJ's words.

- "i want her back by nine p.m" your best friend looked at you and you just grinned at him.

- "nine thirty?" JJ asked with his eyes wide opened waiting for a yes as an answer.

- "fine, nine thirty it is" your mum gave in and he yelled a 'woohoo' while throwing his hands on the hair and running to where your mum was to give her a kiss in the cheek.

- "thank you so much" he said to her.

- "yes yes whatever, go inside and look for something to eat and share with everyone else" you smiled at her and entered the house with JJ following you behind.

You went to your room and put on a yellow bikini, took the backpack you usually used and threw a towel and your suncream inside of it. JJ helped you prepare some sandwiches and then walked through the store to say bye to your mum and go out to the street.

He approached his bike and you followed him as he handed you a helmet.

After a short ride you two arrived at John's B house.

- "You're not as afraid of the bike as you were before" JJ said to you while he took his helmet out.

- "i think so, i've got used to it" he smiled to you and together walked to the beach were your friends were, Kiara was laying down on the sand with Pope and John B was coming out of the water.

- "Y/N" your girl friend ran to you with open arms to hug you since you hadn't seen each other in like three days and you were inseparable.

- "I've missed you kie" you giggled as you hugged her too.

A few hours had gone by and now you were sitting on the sand next to your best friend while eating the sandwiches you and JJ had prepare before and watching the boys surf.

- "where's Sarah?" you asked, she wasn't there when you arrived but thought she might go later, she didn't.

- "she couldn't come today, something about a trip with her father i think, JB didn't say too much" Kiara said before eating the last portion of her sandwich.

You smiled at JJ as you saw how he was nailing one of the waves.

- "what's up with you two" your friend asked and looked at you.

- "what do you mean" you stopped looking at the boy you had a crush on to look back at Kie.

- "You perfectly know what i'm talking about Y/N, these past three days we barely saw JJ and you because you were hanging out together, this morning he was all excited about going to your house so he could, and i exactly repeat 'ask your mum in person' if you could come here, which is completely silly cause we both know she would never say no" you laughed at that last part.

- "we're just amazing friends Kie, that's it" you said turning your head towards JJ again, he was looking at you two too and waved with his right hand.

- "friends don't look at other friend's the way you look at each other" she smiled and tried to make you look at her, thing she did, "you like him, don't you" you could not help the little smile in your face as you scrunched your nose, "you do! oh my god you really do!" you faced her, "you have to tell him, right now!" Kiara grabbed your face between your hands.

- "you know i can't there's a specific rule about that" you tried to speak as your friend did not let go of your face.

- "oh come on! that rule is the most stupid thing i've ever heard!" you blanked your eyes at her and she finally let go of you.

- "even if that rule didn't exist i'm pretty sure he doesn't feel the same"

- "who doesn't feel the same about what Y/N?" JJ asked as he walked towards you two and sat down, you looked at him as he took your towel out of your backpack and used it to dry his face, "because if it is me about feeling completely mesmerized about how beautiful you are i have to say that you're wrong" he smiled at you.

- "you arrogant son of a bitch!" you yelled at him while laughing. Kiara looked at you and winked her left eye before getting up and go running to the water.

- "so? what is it? my eyes?" he opened his eyes wide open "my beautiful and soft hair?" he ran his hand through his hair, you just kept looking at him play silly "or is it my abs?" he slapped his belly.

- "oh shut up!" you rolled your eyes at him and he just laughed at you.

- "no, seriously i want to know" you stopped looking at him and laid down on the sand, JJ copied your actions "ok, so if you're not gonna tell me what you like about me, i'm going to tell what i like about you" he turned over, now his back was facing the setting sun.

- "COOOME OOON, DON'T DO THIS TO ME, KIARA COME BACK PLEASE" you screamed as you covered your face with your hands.

- "sshhh, can you please not be dramatic for once in your life?" you still had your face covered but you could feel JJ gaze on it, "first of all you're the most careful person i've ever met, you always make sure everyone is ok and having a great time, you have amazing taste in music, your hair smells so good-"

- "oh my god have you stopped yet?" you laughed a little.

- "almost, you're an amazing cooker, you've the most amazing mum of all, i'm pretty sure there's no woman as beautiful as you are-"

- "finished?" your hands still on your face.

- "and one more thing" he lifted up one of his fingers in the air.

- "thank god" you took your hands of your face and looked at JJ who was smiling at you.

- "the Wi-Fi signal in your house is" he pecked his lips with his hand which made you burst on laughing and he too, "now, tell me what are the things you like about me".

- "i like" you kept looking at him with a frown on your face to make it seem as if you were thinking, "i like your name" you teased him.

- "my name? really?" you nodded, "i say all these beautiful things about you and that's what i get back?" you nodded again with a little grin on your lips, "you're gonna pay for this woman".

He quickly got up, grabbed you and positioned you over his shoulder as he started running towards the ocean, your friends were watching the scene.

- "JJ DON'T PUT ME DOWN THE WATER IS FREEZING" you yelled while 'punching' his back.

- "and what you gonna do if i do put you down?"

- "i'll kick your ass you pretty boy" you stopped punching his back.

- "i'd actually like to see that" instantly he jumped on the water with you still on his arms.

You two came out of the water facing each other. JJ hugged you when he saw that you were shivering.

- "now tell me, do you like eyes?" you nodded, "and my hair?" you kept nodding because you were so cold that talking was hard, "and what about my abs" you nodded again and he smiled and looked at you without breaking the embrace.

- "your Wi-Fi is pretty shitty tho" you said between shivers, he laughed and finally kissed you, JB and Pope were yelling lots of 'woohoo' and Kiara screamed 'FINALLY YOU BITCHES I HATE YOU' to which JJ and you smiled through the kiss.

The rest of the evening went fast, you ate some cookies Kiara had made and drank a little bit of beer. And at nine twenty five JJ and you said goodbye to your amazing friends and he took you to your house, arriving exactly at nine thirty and in one piece as he had promised your mum that morning, but he didn't leave for another ten minutes you spend just making out outside.

- "I knew i had heard JJ's bi-" your mum came out of the store while you two were still kissing and fast pulled away "oh, ok, i'll go back inside, food's ready by the way" she turned back and entered the store again.

JJ and you started crazily laughing and he pressed his forehead against yours.

- "i'll see you tomorrow?" he asked looking into your eyes.

- "of course you will pretty boy" you gave him a little peck on the lips and entered the store while he watched your every move and smiled.