#but if we're gonna do this. we're gonna do it RIGHT.

[catbolt]

sylus x "sweetheart"

He rolls over in the middle of the night, his arm reaching across the bed into empty, cool sheets. "Sweetheart?" He mumbles softly into the quiet room, blinking the sleep from his eyes as he half-raises his head off the pillow, searching the darkness for you with bleary focus. He hears the light flick on in the bathroom and his muscles relax as he snuggles back under the covers, trying hard to fight off sleep so he can welcome you back into his arms once you return to bed.

"Sweetheart..." he draws out each syllable playfully as he leans agains the front door with a bemused expression. a smirk playing across his lips as he watches your frantic movements. "We're gonna be late." You're scrambling around the foyer looking for your keys. He thinks to himself for a moment, and then his smirk deepens. "did you leave them in the lock again?" He lets out a soft chuckle as an embarrassed, knowing flush rises to your cheeks, already pulling open the door to check. sure enough— stuck straight in the lock. "You've really got to stop doing that."

You're walking down the busy sidewalk alone, tote bag over your shoulder as Sylus' voice echoes through your earbuds. "Hey, sweetheart. you look nice today." "Huh? I haven't even seen you today." "That's true. but I'm pretty sure I'm seeing you right now." You whirl around, searching the crowd, until you see the the familiar silhouette of a sleek black car slowly creeping down the street, matching your pace. Sylus rolls the window down, just enough for you to see the tops of his fingers as he gives a casual, flirtatious wave. a car honks in irritation behind him. He murmurs into the receiver. "You gonna make me hold up traffic like this much longer? This guy behind me's about to start seeing red."

"Sweetheart," he says in that husky low voice that makes you weak in the knees as he's pulling the strap of your nightdress down, inching it lower and lower on your shoulder as the movie plays in the background. His fingers are rough, his hands slightly calloused, but the motion of the touch itself is somehow silk-soft. "You're so warm," he whispers, his breath ghosting over the sharp ledge of your collarbone, fingers momentarily moving to trace its edge. "You sure you don't wanna keep watching?" You almost roll your eyes at the ridiculous question. "Fuck no, not when you're looking at me like that."

[cjlouwho]

oh damn, I forgot I wrote this for the fluff thing. This was done for @livelaughlou who isn't even on here right now 😭 but can enjoy it later. Here's sleepy cuddles:

“No.” Buck gripped onto Tommy's arm, not bothering to open his eyes.

“It's morning,” Tommy informed him, voice gravelly as he turned onto his side. He rested his free hand, the one not being held in a death grip by his boyfriend, on Buck's chest.

“Nothing to do today,” Buck reminded him. “Just stay here. All day.”

“What if I need to pee?”

“You don't.”

“How do you know?”

Buck kicked his leg out until it touched Tommy's foot. “Your feet get cold when you need to pee.”

Tommy snorted. “That doesn't make any sense, Evan!”

“It does! And you know it does because you don't need to pee.”

Tommy sighed, but scooted closer to Buck. “I was gonna make breakfast.”

Finally, Buck peeked his eyes open. “Tommy, if you get up, an asteroid will hurtle towards Earth and destroy us all.”

“So, me getting out of this bed would literally be the end of the world?” Tommy asked, pressing a kiss to Buck's shoulder.

“Mhm.”

“Seems dramatic, Evan.”

“Nope. Just the truth.”

“If I stay in this bed we'll starve to death.”

Buck maneuvered the two of them around until he was resting his head on Tommy's chest. “You can't get up when I'm using you as a pillow. It's the law.”

Tommy brought a hand to Buck's head, running his fingers through his hair. “Is this a new law? Don't think I've heard it before.”

“Athena, she just, uh, she just told me about it. Ten years imprisonment for getting out of bed when your partner is using you as a pillow.”

Tommy hummed, and Buck nestled in closer against the vibrations. “Ten years is a long time. I can't risk that.”

“I agree.”

“But what happens when your stomach starts growling?”

“We'll order food.”

“Okay,” Tommy agreed. “We do still have to get the food though.”

Buck shook his head. “Not if I call Maddie,” he mumbled against Tommy's chest. “She has a key.”

“We're gonna call your sister to come over just to bring our food in the house?”

“Yes.”

“And we're not even going to get out of bed while she's here?”

“You got it.”

“Evan.”

“Why're you trying to leave me?” Buck asked, face scrunched up in a pout. “We've talked about my abandonment issues.”

“Oh my God,” Tommy laughed, and Buck couldn't help but smile against him. “If I remember correctly, you were the one who had a full day planned for today. Every hour scheduled. You broke out the clipboard at work, almost cost you your friendship with Eddie.”

“No, it almost cost me Eddie refusing to be my best man,” Buck corrected. “We don't have to meet him and Chim until eleven though. Wha' time's it?”

Tommy stretched out to look over at the clock. “Not quite nine.”

“Plenty of time.” He lifted his head just enough to press a kiss on Tommy's pec, then laid back down. “You can be my pillow until ten.”

Tommy smiled, reaching down to intertwine Buck's hand with his. He could feel the cold metal of Buck's ring against his skin, practically sparkling as light shined on it through their shades. “Guess it would be wrong to deny my soon-to-be husband, wouldn't it?”

“It would be very wrong,” Buck informed him. “Very, very wrong.”

“Okay then,” Tommy agreed, snuggling further into the bed and wrapping Buck up in his arms. “I'm your pillow until ten.”

Buck grinned, mumbling as he started drifting back to sleep, “I'm gonna love being married to you.”

“Yeah,” Tommy replied, feeling more content than he ever felt in his life, “me too.”

[dvar-trek]

honestly sick of americans being like "ohhhh no i can't root for team usa bc america is just soooo bad right now". okay? so you're just going to let them take over your image of what america is? you're just gonna let them have it??? like, sorry, i'm not giving up the rest of it! they don't get to define what my country is to me! like, fuck, the rest of the world doesn't do this. look at iran—the iranian people look at the regime and say "YOU are not iran. you don't represent me. WE are iran."

sorry i'm not going along with this self-flagellating, christian-ass take where we're just like "well america is the woooooorst in the entire world and you can all say whatever crap about me and my people and my culture that you want. that will somehow Make Up For It." fuck off with that. i want this country to be a better place because i live here and i care about it. i'm gonna work to make it better and i'm also gonna root for my fucking team and enjoy a Big Drink while i do it 😌✌️

[lesbianherald]

Based Jayce take tbh….also I’m gonna confess this on anon but one of my most pretentious takes when it comes to fandom is that everything would be way easier to enjoy if ppl understood story structure a little more. Like Jayce’s arc is a negative arc. He sucked on purpose! If you had bad feelings about him that was intentional and okay (I do think Jayce hate was overblown but I also get why it existed. Like the audience was just picking up on the feelings the show was putting down). But he was definitely Like That for a reason! Usually in good writing, characters are tools for the narrative first you know…you don’t need to justify his actions to like Jayce because he’s fictional and he’s not a real person youre stanning. But also fandom is for fun so I know this take is pretentious but also it’s my truth. My story structure….my characters who are intentionally challenging my theme….my character arc….

NO NO BUT YOU ARE COOKING ON EVERY LEVEL !!!!

(Note: This randomly turned into a very hasty analysis of the shots used in the bridge scene? Because I got on a tangent about how we interpret visual storytelling as well and oops!)

Story structure is so overlooked. The role characters are supposed to play in an overarching narrative is overlooked. So much gets ignored in the way information is presented both in the story structure and visually that sometimes it frightens me and it makes me really bummed! And it's nobody's fault! Most of us live in a society that devalues art and literacy on purpose!

I don't think it's pretentious to wish people better understood the building blocks of the story or at least understood how to take in general arcs. And I think if they did as a whole most fandom spaces would be a lot more interesting and have a lot less bizarre takes/infighting.

I also think that - where arcane's writing can get weird and murky - the visual language will cover it. (Almost to an extreme.)

It makes me think of one of my favorite scenes in the whole show and how misinterpreted it gets and how quick people are to defend jayce here despite how much it is playing on the themes of the show and how clearly he is painted as in the wrong both by the writing and the shots ok fuck -

I think all the time about the imbalance of power represented by that insane low angle on Jayce. You know what fuck it. I'm going to go get it. Fuck. This is about to become a whole thing. Okay.

If I brought an angle like this into a classroom setting, I would be laughed at for it being too obvious. But its one of my favorites because its so visceral. In fact, I've shown this to a lot of friends - the reaction to this shot is usually an audible "Woah!" or even nervous laughter! Because clearly! He's supposed to be intimidating here. This is supposed to be like. Oh. He is not who he used to be. Oh. Oh no. Its so co clearly a representation of power and corruption you may as well stamp it on his forehead.

He's not only Jayce here, he's a representation of piltover as a whole - in its physical and political positions over Zaun. In a position of power over someone he's close with, who just verbally told someone he would "understand." Now we are seeing that he very likely wont. (He will! But right now, we are supposed to be with Viktor in this scene. We are supposed to become convinced he won't right with him!)

Note that the angle we get for Viktor is way less extreme. Way more eye level. And less centered. I could go on about this too. But oooh boy. Like! Clearly we are supposed to be more with him in terms of who we find rational. Clearly he's the voice of reason here. We are level with him. He is at a safe distance. We are seeing how he is looking up at jayce without looking down at him.

In this shot, he is someone we as an audience are level with, who is gathering information, making a decision. He is remaining more measured than I think the audience is supposed to be given the angle we're getting on jayce.

The only time we do get the "reverse" of that Jayce shot on Viktor is when he is quite literally standing out of the frame almost immediately. Whose furious with the position Jayce is putting him in. This is Right after Jayce says, "They're dangerous." He's gathered the information he needs. He sees Jayce for what he is. Somebody he cannot trust. And he refuses to be put in this lower position.

Jayce is not supposed to be the one we are rooting for here. He is the person we are supposed to be disappointed in. We are supposed to question him here. This isn't only dramatically spelled out in the narrative but also in the shot choicesss!

And then we have the apology -

That's why i always question why people are like. Okay but he apologized. When the apology is framed like this! We don't even get to see viktor's face because the damage is done!! JAYCE ISNT EVEN LOOKING AT HIM !!!! It doesn't matter. We don't even get full access to Jayce here! What's at the center of this shot is the barricade that Jayce has ordered!!! This makes the apology, and "I've had a lot on my plate" purposefully look ridiculous in the context of the Narrative here! It's not enough!

Viktor is DYING. And jayce is standing here all prim and proper, with the Talis symbol very visible in that fuckass suit, saying he's had a lot on his plate. We're very clearly not supposed to look at this and go awww! baby boy <3. If this apology was a meaningful moment for either of them that changed either of their minds - it would not be framed like thisssss. These words are empty in the context of it all. Jayce may be genuinely sorry, but he's accidentally revealed way too much about how he views Viktor's people. Even if he didn't mean to. Even if he didn't realize how deeply his biases ran.

And then we have Viktor lying. Viktor knowing he has to go about this alone. And this is the shot. This is the moment of fracture. Viktor looking back at him in disgust with Jayce's barricade in the background. HES ALONE!! JAYCE HAS FAILED HIM !!! This is so critical in understanding Viktor's entire everything moving forward, and it's so so critical for Jayce as well.

People talk a lot about that moment where jayce has his hand on Viktor's lower back because yaoi but that screencap is so hard to get because that moment is almost immediately interrupted by a protestor from zaun throwing a Molotov cocktail in their direction! And the touch, that reluctant familiarity, despite the conflict, gets broken.

Something that I think gets overlooked is Jayce's face after the (Molotov?) gets thrown by a protestor. ITS ANOTHER LOW ANGLE LIKE!!! Once again. Highlighting the power he has here.

We see Jayce in season 1 act 1 really highlighted with a lot of high angles. A lot of doe-eyed wonder. He looks young. Sweet. This is not the same jayce and it is very very clear in the way he is shot. This is the point !!!!!.

There are a lot of scenes i see misinterpreted but this is the big one. And its one of my favorite scenes. Because he's so wrong here! And he doesn't really fully grasp how much so yet.

I love jayce. I love my complex man. Because here's the thing. He needed this low to reach the character highs he does later. Jayce being as loving and determined to make things right as he is in season 2 wouldn't be nearly as compelling or tragic or exciting were he not like this in season 1. It's brutal to watch him get punished by the narrative! But it's also narratively satisfying!

Anyways anon i agree wholeheartedly sorry i made it into a whole thing.

[pomefioredove]

May I please have a sugar cookie, #7, with candy cane and sprinkles? 👉👈

certainly (* ^ ω ^)

order #7, sugar with sprinkles, candy cane

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ assertive

summary: after seeing you rebound, he realizes he's not quite over you tropes: exes to lovers, hurt/comfort characters: trey additional info: romantic, gender neutral reader, reader is yuu, short and sweet

"I just don't like the way he's looking at them,"

Cater looks up from his cup, and the foam heart he was trying to snap a pic of melts into his latte.

"You can barely see his face. And you've said that like, three times," the ginger says. "You've barely even touched your mug. It's basically iced coffee now."

Trey finally looks at Cater, his neck sore from craning over his shoulder.

His mug is cold to the touch.

"I'm starting to think you only invited me here 'cause you knew the Prefect was coming. Like, ouch," Cater smiles.

Trey's face flushes red. "What! No, I-I just thought the shop had a good deal today,"

Cater rolls his eyes.

"As much as I love drama, this is lowkey sad," he says. "You need to move on, Trey. It's been months."

Trey knows he's right, which makes his observation hurt even more. He mumbles some poor excuse into his cup of lukewarm coffee, but he can't keep his eyes to himself for long.

"He definitely goes to RSA. I don't trust him," he mutters, eyeing the boy you're with.

"Che'nya goes to RSA, doesn't he?"

"Would you trust Che'nya with your ex?"

"Yeowch. Point taken," Cater smiles, stirring his untouched latte with a dainty spoon. "So, what are you gonna do about it?"

Trey hesitates. He would have loved to just... march over there and steal you away from that pompous bastard...

But he won't.

"Nothing,"

"Pfft," Cater snorts. "You need to be more assertive, man. Otherwise we're just stalking the Prefect. Yeah, that'll impress them."

"It's not about that!! And it's not stalking!"

Cater rolls his eyes and returns to his phone, the uninvited third wheel of every outing with him.

Still, his words bother Trey. That was the problem, wasn't it? He just wasn't... assertive.

He didn't take your side, or stand up for you. He wasn't there when you needed him most, the fool. That's why you dumped him.

If assertive is what you want...

Trey stands, surprising Cater to the point of putting his phone away, and he marches across the coffee shop, brow furrowed, arms firmly at his side. The RSA boy you're with sees him first, and then you.

"Trey? What are you-"

"You," he says, pointing right at the white-uniform wearing, silver-spoon sucking little bastard.

Your jaw drops. The boys' eyes widen (does he look familiar or what?) Cater pushes his chair out, as if preparing to intervene.

Trey takes a deep breath.

"You... you treat them right, do you hear me? Prefect is the sweetest person I know, and they deserve someone just as perfect! Listen to them, okay? Be the person they can rely on, they can trust... the person I- that I wasn't. Just- you'd better be a good boyfriend, or I'll make you regret it, alright?!"

Cater sits back down. Both you and the boy you're with seem to soften, more confused than concerned now.

Trey turns and marches back to his seat. "Let's go,"

The ginger grins and looks behind him. Trey follows his gaze, and it's... you.

"Did you follow me?" you demand. His face goes bright red.

"Uh... um, I... yes. But I only wanted to make sure you were okay. That's... all I've ever wanted,"

Cater gives him a double thumbs-up. You frown, and he mutters a quick "I'll go wait outside" before darting out the door. Trey's blush darkens to crimson.

"Listen, I'm really sorry I interrupted your date. I just wanted to make sure you were being taken care of, and-"

"Trey," you stop him. "I'm not on a date. And that's not my boyfriend."

Huh.

...What?

"Oh?"

You sigh, gesturing between the two. "Trey, Neige. Neige, Trey," and you lower your voice. "I'm here on Vil's behalf. Some movie thing."

Ohh. That makes sense. Trey's face only gets redder, if possible, and he clears his throat. "...My mistake,"

Your frown softens, and you sigh.

"You couldn't have known... and... thanks for worrying about me, I guess. Maybe next time we can talk in private?"

Next time. Trey's heart flutters at the promise, if he dare call it that, and he nods.

"A-ah, of course. Next time,"

[robertsfloyd]

dove

it was so wrong. he was your boss. but he was so hot. he was so sweet. he was everything you wanted and more.

mechanic!danny x reader

cw: smut, oral (Danny's nose 😵‍💫), p in v

You watched him from your desk, lip pulled between your teeth. it was unfair how perfect he looked as he worked on cars, sweaty and greasy.

he wasn't the only person in the garage, wasn't the only person looking good while sweaty and covered in grease. but he was the only one you were looking at.

his tattoos looked so pretty, even obscured by grease. you wanted to lick it off, reveal the skin beneath.

Daniel looked up, catching your gaze through the window between you. he sat back on his knees and pushed his hair back from his forehead. "You need something, dove?" you heard him call through the open office door.

shaking your head, you returned to your computer, keys clicking as you typed away. when you looked at your document, it was a jumble of letters.

you quickly backspaced before anybody could walk behind you, see what you were doing.

even as you tried to do your work, tried to fill out invoices and answer emails, your eyes kept moving back to daniel. even when he was hidden from view, just his legs sticking out from beneath the car, you kept looking at him.

it was a miracle nobody caught you watching him.

until they did.

"what're you doing?" max asked as he moved behind your desk, holding the back of your chair.

your eyes quickly moved back to your computer screen, away from daniel. "nothing," you said quickly. too quickly.

max hummed. shit, he didn't believe you. why didn't he believe you? you weren't being that obvious, were you?

"sure, sure," he mumbled and messed up your hair. he leaned in close and you held your breath. "he goes for lunch in ten minutes," he said and left you to it.

your head turned towards max as he walked out of the office. he whistled as he walked into the garage, catching daniels attention. daniel looked up at max, but you couldn't hear what they were saying to each other.

but then daniel looked at you.

your cheeks were hot as you looked away from him, returned your attention back to your computer.

ten minutes later, daniel walked into the office. "hey, dove," he said as he walked past you, his smile so bright and pretty. that was the smile he gave everybody.

he walked past you, into the little kitchen area you had them kit out when you first got there. it wasn't much, a table that could only fit three people, a small fridge, a kettle and a sink. a few cups were stacked up, your wizard frog mug, maxs mug covered in flags, and Daniels 'I fix cars' mug.

he strode over to the fridge you had decorated in magnets and pulled it open. grabbing his sandwich, he closed the fridge and walked out of the kitchen.

daniel strode past you. his hand met the top of your head, ruffling your hair as he passed. it wasn't like when Max did it. instead of batting his hand away, you wanted more.

***

"what've we got today, dove?"

daniel's hand was on the back of your chair. you glanced up at him before turning your attention back to your computer.

max joined you. like daniel, his hand fell onto the back of your chair. as soon as it did, daniel let his hand migrate to your shoulder.

your breath caught in your throat.

"we have that dented skoda coming in this morning and then that sweet old couple coming in to pick up their kia this afternoon." your voice squeezed, and it was so damn embarrassing.

you listed off everything else going on for the day. the deliveries set to arrive, the people coming in. all the while, daniel kept his hand on your shoulder.

"right," max said as he moved away from you. he jumped his bag in the corner of the office and strode into the main garage.

daniel squeezed your shoulder. "thank you, dove," he mumbled and grinned at you.

shit, you loved his grin.

"we're gonna order lunch today, you in?" he asked and you nodded your head.

you loved it when you ordered in. you, daniel and max sat around that tiny table, trying not to knock your knees together as music played from daniels phone.

he hung his jacket up by the door and got to work.

you watched him. he had to know he was this pretty, right? he couldn't be in the dark about it, could he?

when he caught your eye, he grinned, but you looked away.

he happened several times throughout the morning. you meeting his eye, him grinning at you. when he winked, you could have slipped from your chair, melted into a puddle on the floor.

lunch. you ordered in, three of you getting the same thing each time. you squeezed around the tiny table, daniel between you and max. you had longsince given up trying to stop your knees from touching, and instead relaxed.

daniels hand touched your leg. your eyes went wide and you glanced at him. but he was still happily eating, as if his fingers weren't on your thigh.

fuck, you liked it.

once you had all finished, daniel threw away the rubbish. he and max returned to the garage. you sat there for a minute, breath shuddering.

daniels hand on your thigh. it wasn't much, but it was something. and it was something you loved.

he was your boss, you shouldn't love it. but you did, and you wanted more.

you returned to your desk and checked through the emails. you got the paperwork ready for when the sweet old couple came to pick up their kia.

the afternoon went by normally. daniel stared at you, you stared at him.

eventually, max went home. he was always first home. last person to arrive, first person to leave. but he was good at his job, so you and daniel didn't mind.

that left you and daniel on your own.

he used a rag to wipe the grease from his hands and walked into the office.

"hey, dove," he said as he dropped the dirty rag on top of the filing cabinet.

you spun in your chair, facing him. swallowing, you looked at him, unashamed in the way you drank him in. you wanted to touch him, wanted to touch his tattoos.

he stepped closer to you, loomed over you. his hand met the top of your chair and you sank down, getting a better look at him.

"I know you've been looking at me, dove," he said, stepping between your legs. "I know how you feel about me."

you swallowed.

his hand touched your cheek, thumb moved across your cheekbone. you caught his wrist, holding him there as you looked up at him. unable to say anything.

"c'mon, dove. tell me what's going through your head."

your breath shook, brain short circuiting. "I-" your lips quivered. "I want you."

he leaned in and kissed you. your head hit the seat beside you, hand moving from his wrist to hold his neck.

he let go of your chair and held your hips. never breaking the kiss, he got down onto his knees and pulled you closer, so you were leaning over him.

"fuck, I've wanted to do that for so long," he grunted as he pulled away, hands squeezing your hips.

he quickly returned his lips to your skin, kissing down your neck, towards your shirt. you whined as you tugged at his hair, legs wrapping around him.

"dove," he whimpered, your legs squeezing him.

"danny," you said through a gasp, pulling at his shirt. he pulled away from your enough to take his shirt off, revealing more of him to you. more of his skin. more of his tattoos.

you didn't hesitate to touch him, to let your fingers roam his skin. you touched all of him, whatever you could get your hands on.

you didn't stop him as he popped the buttons on your blouse. "c'mon dove," he whispered. you moved your arms away from him, letting him pulled your blouse from your body.

he pulled your tights from your legs.

his hands were immediately on your thighs. "danny," you whispered as his lips touched your thigh, teeth sinking into your flesh. not enough to hurt, but enough for you to feel it.

you loved it.

he suddenly licked a stripe up your under. a gasp left your lips, his nose bumped against your clothed clit, and you released a moan.

"can I take these off, dove?"

you nodded your head desperately, fingers finding their way to his hair. "please," you cried, desperate for more of him. more of his touch.

he pulled your underwear down your legs. immediately, he dove in, tongue moving through your folds as he nose bumped your clit.

that fucking nose. it had been the subject of many of your dreams. dreams of sitting on his face and riding his nose until you came, until his tongue moved through you to clean you up.

but that wasn't a job for this evening. that could come later.

"fuck, dove," he grunted and the sound went through you. he gripped you, pulled you to the edge of your chair to utterly devour you.

you gripped his hair, wrapped your legs around him. he hummed and you cried out. fuck, you never wanted it to end.

daniel freed himself from your grip. "I want to fuck you, dove," he whispered, hands reaching up to push your hair away from your face.

taking a brave step, you stood from your seat. leaning over the desk, you pulled up your skirt.

daniel stood up straight. he swallowed, his mouth dry as he touched you, ran his fingers through your wet folds. if he kept that up, you'd cum in no time.

the blunt head of his cock tapped your clit. you whimpered, your eyes squeezing shut. his thumb rubbed over your hip as he pushed inside of you.

you heard his belt clink, heard his zipper go down. "I've wanted this for so long, dove," he whispered.

but, nothing. "one second, dove," he whispered. he pulled a condom from his wallet and rolled it onto his cock. "there."

"danny," you cried, not quite sounding like a moan.

"I've got you, dove," he whispered, leaning over you to press a kiss to your shoulder.

you tipped your head back, desperate to kiss him. "You can move," you whispered, eyes still shut.

daniel moved, slowly at first. his cock split you open, sure, but he was still gentle. still stroking over your hip, still leaning over you to kiss your shoulder.

he held you as he fucked you, desk rocking beneath you. you held onto the edge of it, anything to ground yourself. "my good dove," he whispered through a grunt, hand travelling to your hair.

he tugged on it. a moan left your lips as you threw your head back, responding to his tugs.

fuck, you were squeezing him so tight, clenching down around him like you wanted to milk him dry.

he moaned your name, his own head thrown back. he gripped your hips, letting go of your hair, he pulled you towards him to meet his thrusts. "fuck, fuck, fuck," you moaned out, grip falling from the desk. "danny, danny danny!"

it was building, sudden and fast. Daniel kept with what he was doing. he kept up his pace, the intensity of his thrusts. anything you feel you cum around him.

and you did. your legs shook as you came, crying out. "Holy fuck," Daniel whispered, his pace slowing.

he was so damn close, ready to spill inside of his condom. you squeezed him tighter, walls clamping down around him until he came inside of his condom.

he pulled out, rolled off the condom and shoved himself back inside of his pants. grabbing you, he sat in your chair and pulled you onto his lap.

you kissed him immediately, hands on his shoulders. "that was-"

"Incredible, I know," daniel answered for you.

you nodded, forehead against his. "next time, can we make sure the garage door is shut?"

daniels eyes went wide as he looked towards the garage door. sure enough, it was open. "fuck," he hissed, his grip growing tighter on you.

fuck indeed

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Quiet Ones 10

No tag lists. Do not send asks or DMs about updates. Review my pinned post for guidelines, masterlist, etc.

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You live a quiet life, but your peace is fractured by a chaotic man.

Characters: Lloyd Hansen, short!shy!reader

Note: in the land of delulu.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me <3

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Love you all. You are appreciated and your are worthy. Treat yourself with care. 💖

You excuse yourself for a hot bath. You didn't have the luxury in your apartment. You may as well enjoy what you can as the seconds tick down until your eternal purgatory. 

You breathe in the steam and let it soothe you. As much as it can. You don't think you've truly relaxed since the smoke filled your apartment. Oh, yeah, that's right, this man pulled out army tactics just to get you here. Just when you convince yourself he's not that loony, you remember another twisted facet of this whole ordeal. 

No matter how many times you retrace your steps, how many memories you unravel and search, you can't figure out where he came from, or how you managed to catch his attention. You are unremarkable but he talks like you're some sort of goddess. Not too mention, he seems to believe he knows you somehow. That you are soulmates in some ridiculously serendipitous way. There's nothing meant to be about this. You never meant to be with anyone. 

The water turns lukewarm and you stir. You might as well get out. You're not going to get much out of it aside from the pruned skin. You dry off and wrap yourself in one of the fluffy robes hung in wait. You stop to stare at yourself in the mirror. 

What else can you do to change his mind? You ate like an animal, you vomited like an overfed cat, and you've done everything to make yourself unapproachable to the general public, not just him. It's like this is a game to him but you're not having fun. 

You come out into the hotel room. The smell of lavender and aloe gives you pause. The lights are dimmed. Oh jeez. You cross your arms as the soft Hawaiian sunset glows through the large glass doors. Flickering candlelight pulses all around you and rose petals decorate the floor and bed. 

"Please, I just want to sleep--" 

"Jellybean, good boy Lloyd is gonna help you do just that," he purrs as he appears. "I'm gonna give you a nice massage. I know you don't like strangers touching you and all that so I'm going to do it all on my own--" 

"What? No. No. I'm going to sleep..." you trail off as you see what he's wearing. Next to nothing. Just a tight red thong that barely contains his very obvious excitement. 

"Take off your robe, bean, and let the magic hands do their work," he reaches for you and you dodge him. 

"Lloyd, it's... we're not even married. Shouldn't you wait until tomorrow night-" 

"Tomorrow? The wedding night? Beanie boo, I don't think you realise everything I'm saving for that. The way I'm gonna pamper you," he spreads his hands flat in the air and nuzzles the air lewdly then flicks his tongue slowly up and down. 

"God," you whisper and clutch tight the front of your robe. "I said... you said we'd wait--" 

"It's all above board. I can have a feel of the goods but I'm not gonna untie the ribbon. Promise," he puts his hand to his chest. "Hey, if it makes you feel better, I can take these off-" 

He hooks his thumbs in the sides of the thong and you shake your head furiously, "no, no, don't-- don't do that." 

"I'm not shy, baby." He winks. 

"Lloyd, please. I'm tired. I... I've never flown before--" 

"Will you keep saying my name, bean? You make it sound so nice." 

You blink and hold back your revolt. You keep telling yourself you just need to get through this one thing but why? You're not getting out of this. He's taken you out of your apartment, out of the city, out of state. You're pretty sure there's nowhere left to run and he's shown you what happens if you try to hide. 

"Come on, I'll be gentle. I just want you to feel good. Get nice and loose for the wedding," he steps closer and grabs the belt of your robe. "My little jelly bean--" He pauses and blinks down at you. "Am I talking to much again? Let my hands do the talking, huh?" 

He winks and licks his lips. You want to melt and not in a good way. He tugs loose your belt and you barely keep the robe from falling open completely. He purrs and grabs your hands. You wrestle with him, defeated as he wrenches apart the fabric. 

"Damn, bean, I mean... it just gets sweeter every time I see it," he wiggles excitedly. 

You put your hands on his but he’s much too strong to deter. His eyes flick up from your body and he grins. He licks his lips. 

“I already know you’re just as delicious as you look,” he snarls. “Come on, bean.” He walks you backwards until you’re by the bed. “You get yourself nice and naked and spread eagle.” 

He pushes you, just hard enough that you fall onto the mattress. Your chest jiggles as you land and he purrs again. You plant the heels of your hands on the bed and drag yourself up. He goes to the night stand and grabs the shiny bottle of massage oil. 

You don’t have much of a choice but the easiest one is to go along with this. He says it’s just a massage. You know better than to trust the man who stalked you, who terrified you, then stole you away, but you don’t have much defense against him. Nothing but your submission. 

You slip free of the robe then turn onto your stomach. He tugs away the cotton and lets it heap on the floor. He climbs up on the bed, jostling you as he crosses the mattress on his knees. He oils up his palms and you quickly turn you face down into the pillows. 

He straddles your ass and you tense. He grabs your shoulders and rolls the muscles between his thumb and fingers. He tuts, “baby, you need to chill out. Let your good boy help you out.” 

He pushes his thumbs into your flesh and angles his hands to drag his knuckles down your back. The ridges of his hands drag along either side of your spine and he traces with his thumbs pressed firmly into the muscle. You can’t resist the moan that rises between your lips and catches in the pillow case. 

He pushes back up and once more kneads your shoulders. You quiver and squeeze your eyes shut. It’s overwhelming to be touched. At all. More unnerving that you don’t hate it. 

You avoid people, just as much, you avoid any contact. You like your space, your quiet, and this man has violated both. He runs his touch down your sides and the warmth of him seeps into you. He takes your left arm and begins tedious and tender work of the entire length. Your fingers curl and your hand twitches. 

You groan and he wiggles against you. His crotch is pressed into you without shame. You hardly notice as you fight the rising tide of delight flowing through you. No, why does it feel good? 

He gets to your other arm as the tension slowly uncoils. You never realised how much there was and he’s finding every nook and cranny. He works his way over your back once more. You quiver and moan long and loud. 

“That’s it, jelly bean,” he growls and once more grinds against your ass. “Like putty in my hands. 

He moves down your legs and pushes a knee between them. He parts your thighs and knees on the bed. He brushes his thumbs along the curve of your ass and hums. He bends and you clench your cheeks. He clucks, “now, now, be a good girl. I said I’d behave, bean.” 

He rubs your ass in his large hands. He leans in and kisses each cheek. You squirm but he doesn’t let up. He flutters his fingers along the insides of your thighs. You shiver and he puts more pressure into it. He teases and tends to you. 

You bring your arm up to grip the billow and arch your back. He flicks his finger along your cunt and you pop your head up. He snickers. 

“I said relax. I can’t have my wife tied in knots... I’m supposed to tie her in knots,” he taunts. 

He brings himself to straddle you again. He shifts over you and pushes your thighs closed with his. He grips your hips and massages them tightly. He pulls a hand back as he moves behind you. 

He rests his dick between your cheeks as he pins you down by your waist. You spasm but can’t push yourself up. He has you trapped as he slowly thrusts up and down, gliding along your flesh. 

“Lloyd, you said--” 

“Don’t worry. I won’t go inside,” he grits as he keeps his careful tempo. “Mmm, baby, how can you expect me to resist this ass. Urgh, it’s so nice.” 

He brings his hand down to push your cheeks together as he fucks between them. Mortified, you squeak and hide your face. You reach back with one hand and push on his forearm. There’s no stopping him and this is just a preview of the next night. 

Your hand falls away at the thought. You can’t stop him. You won’t. No matter how you fight. You tried that and he won. The moment he got you out of your apartment, it was over. 

The bed rocks with him. He builds his speed, little by little. His deep voice fills the hotel room as he kneads your ass. He pumps between them and snarls. He squeezes until your eyes water. 

You twist your neck and swat at him, “Lloyd, you’re hurting---” 

He lets go of once side of your rear and shoves your head down. He ruts wildly as he crushes your skull into the pillow and bounces you on the mattress. A sudden warmth spills into the small of your back and spurts further up your spine. He hisses and quakes, losing his rhythm as he leans his weight onto you. 

You grasp his wrist and whine, “ow, Lloyd--” 

He retracts from you and flips to fall beside you. You keep your face down, your eyes stinging with tears. You’re scared. You can’t remember the last time you weren’t, but that’s all the proof you need. Lloyd can say all these sweet things, make all his promises, but you know in the end, you can’t control him. He can barely control himself. 

“Jellybean,” he tickles your hip as his cum cools on your skin. “You’re so amazing--” 

You shimmy away from him without looking back. You can’t lay there any longer. You nearly fall off the bed. You stagger away from the bed. You need to get away from him and more, you need to get that stuff off of you. 

You burst into the bathroom and crank on the sink. You grab a washcloth and wet it. You wipe away the stickiness along your hips but you can’t reach higher.  

Lloyd’s shadow appears in the door frame. You ignore him as you rinse the cloth and try again. He comes to you and takes a clean one. “Let me help--” 

“No, I’m fine,” you snip. 

“Jellybean, I know it’s been a long day--” 

“You know? You don’t know,” you sneer and tear away from him. 

“Baby--” 

“I bathed and you—you--” 

“I made a mess,” he giggles. 

You face him and shake your head. What is wrong with him? This isn’t funny. 

“I couldn’t help myself,” he runs his hand down his naked torso. “It’s just what you do to me. I’m...” he stops and looks down as his dick twitches. “I’m getting hard again just think of it. Au naturel, baby. No enhancers needed.” He growls and drags the washcloth around his shaft. “Little blue pill got nothing on you.” 

He wipes himself then wads up the wet cloth and hurls it in the sink. “Alright, then. Longing makes the heart, and the balls, grow fonder, huh?” He offers his hand and smirks, “let’s go to bed.” 

You stare at him. Unmoving. He shows his palms. 

“Sleeping only. Well, maybe a few snuggles,” he says. “But I promise, I’ll abstain. Just for a little longer.” 

[fangirl-writes]

Insufferable

JJ Maybank x Fem!Reader

Warning(s): Kissing, weed smoking, no swearing in this one surprisingly.

Request: Hi! I notice you haven't posted in while, so it's chill if you don't get to this request. I just really like your fics. I was wondering if you could write a JJ Maybank x Reader from the perspective of the Charleston episode in season 2? I was thinking J and reader are in a relationship already, and most of it's just them talking and bantering with Pope and Kie, and maybe cuddling/giggling/kissing on/in the truck? I think it'd be cute! Love your stuff!

Notes: This was fun. Usually these fics have more of the actual plot going on that I have to weave in and out of, but this one I was able to keep it to the one scene or so scene that was requested.

There were a lot of worse situations to be in.

Sitting in the back of Pope's dad's truck on the ferry on your way to Charleston and passing a blunt back and forth with JJ was pretty good, all things considered.

Pope and Kie were perched on the tailgate while you and JJ's backs were against the window.

"Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?" JJ said.

"You talking to me or the weed?" you joked.

"Oh, you're beautiful, too, baby," JJ joked back, blowing his smoke in your face.

You laughed, shoving him and stealing the blunt from between his fingers.

"Asshole," you said, affectionately.

"Can you two focus?" Pope said, frowning. "We're trying to clear John B.'s name here. And right now this letter's our best bet."

"Right. Stay on task," JJ said as you discreetly passed the blunt to Kiara. "That's why I love ya, Pope."

Kie took a hit before standing up and handing it to him. "Which Pope you gonna be today?"

Pope considered it for a moment, eyes darting between the blunt and Kiara's face. "I'm good."

He shifted back a little, folding his hands.

"I'm gonna try to stay focused."

"Good Pope," Kiara said, disappointedly taking another hit before passing you back the joint.

"Boring Pope," you joked.

"I'll take that," JJ said, reaching for the joint that you quickly pulled out of his reach.

Pope threw his legs over the side of the truck and hopped out of the bed, leaning against the side as you dangled it above JJ's head.

"Sit, boy! Speak!" you said.

"Arf!" JJ responded, biting at the joint like a dog vying for a treat.

You laughed, allowing him to grab it and scratching behind his ear playfully. "Good boy!"

"You two are disgusting," Kiara said, laying down on her back in the bed of the truck with her feet propped up on the side.

"You're just jealous," JJ said, inhaling deeply and opening his mouth to let the smoke fly out.

"Right, that's it," Kiara said, sarcastically, taking the joint and another hit.

JJ leaned over and began whispering in your ear, biting at your ear lobe a little, making you giggle.

"C'mon, baby, give me a kiss," JJ said, puckering his lips at you.

You and JJ were never shy about being affectionate, sometimes to the point of grossing the other pogues out if you got a little too lost in it.

But you were proud of your relationship with JJ and weren't afraid to show everyone who he belonged to.

Especially when tourons or kooks would leer at him at parties.

It was nice to walk up to JJ and kiss him square on the mouth and watch those other girls' jaws drop when JJ practically turned into a puddle at your feet.

You pecked his lips.

"Just because you've been such a good boy," you said, giggling.

Kiara was practically asleep and Pope had taken off on a walk somewhere, so you allowed JJ to kiss you a little harder for a moment.

"If you two are gonna suck face, could you at least have the decency to do it inside the truck?" Kiara asked, eyes still closed.

You snorted, pulling away from JJ with a laugh.

JJ smirked. "If we did that, you might not want to get back in it later."

You laughed harder and Kiara made a disgusted face before kicking JJ with her foot.

The bliss wouldn't last.

As always, the pogues encountered a bump in their road.

More specifically, Pope's dad's truck's radiator blew and they had to one: get it towed, two: get it fixed, and three: find someplace to crash for the night.

Which ended up being an empty patch of grass where they could park the truck and sleep in the bed.

Thankfully, Pope's dad kept the thing practically stuffed with blankets and towels you could lay out for a…reasonably comfortable sleep.

It wasn't a memory foam mattress or anything, but it wasn't so bad.

You cuddled up to JJ, laying your head on his chest and he put an arm around you.

"Looks like it's slumming it for you and me again, huh?" JJ mumbled, sliding his cap over his eyes.

You hummed. "Well, anything's better than that time you convinced me to sleep in the tree by John B.'s house. I had bark marks for a week."

"Yeah, that was my bad," JJ admitted, smiling a little.

"Doesn't beat the hammock, though," you said.

JJ hummed.

The hammocks that hung around the trees of the chateau were your and JJ's favorite cuddle spot, where you snuck out to whenever you could.

No funny business could go on in them though, unless you wanted to end up face down in the dirt…which may or may not have happened a time or two.

…What? Sometimes the two of you just can't keep your hands to yourselves.

You yawned.

"Good night everyone," Pope said, lying down.

You and JJ shared a look as Kiara leaned over and kissed Pope on the cheek.

"Good night," she said.

You snuggled a little closer to JJ and he tucked you carefully in his arms before closing his eyes and letting sleep take him.

"Wonder where John B. and Sarah are right now," he said, before finally drifting off.

[poppetsisters]

There's this really cool horror trope I've noticed lately of a villain being introduced in a simplified, unscary form, but later evolving into something so detailed and terrifying, it takes your breath away.

This is not the same as a traditional metamorphosis like in body horror cinema because the trope relies on the medium it uses to sell the scare.

Minor spoilers for Don't Hug Me I'm Scared. Major spoilers for Inscryption and I Saw The TV Glow

To introduce you to the concept, I'm just gonna show you the Care Hound from Don't Hug Me I'm Scared.

It's the Carehound alright, or rather a pictorial representation of the Carehound. But how do they look in real life?

Ah.

Like the rest of the show, this is both terrifying and hilarious. You think because it's a 2D representation of the dog that the eyes on the side of the head are just artistic license, but then he turns toward you and you realise no actually, he literally has two eyes on each side! Genius. 10/10 joke.

But you see what I mean right? You're given a disarming image of the antagonist so that later, they can pull the rug out from under you with the truth. And there's an element of adaptation limitation that is then broken through. Suddenly the artifice doesn't feel so fake, and you're pulled in.

Now let's talk about Inscryption. Ironically, the game does this in reverse. Though Leshy is hidden in shadow during most of Act 1, we see his evolved form first.

and when Act 2 starts, we see what he was like before.

I believe this was done to de-fang our feral card master after having been our antagonist the whole game. Where once he was powerful polygons, he is now pitiful pixels.

But while all this has been happening, the real threat has been hidden in our deck this whole time.

P03 was introduced to us as nothing more than one card in our deck. He wasn't even a good card. But now it's Act 2 and we realise he, along with the other three Scrybes were trapped in lesser forms by Leshy when he took control of the game. For a whole act, we see something close to a status quo with these guys, who bicker and fight over control of the disc.

We see P03's true form in all it's 16-bit glory, as well as the environment he inhabits. While atmospheric, you can tell the graphics hold him back. He seems so small and pitiful. Simple and limited.

and then he takes control.

The first time I played this section, there was something so visceral about the leap. I stopped seeing P03 as an NPC inside a 90s TDC and was forced to see him as an entity haunting a cursed floppy disc. Once again, the artifice made me too comfortable, and now anything that felt more real than that became hyper real.

and no movie pulled this off quite has effectively as I Saw The TV Glow.

I am once again flashing a spoiler warning. If you haven't seen I Saw The TV Glow, do not continue reading until you have.

We are introduced to Mr Melancholy as the antagonist of a young adult fantasy series called The Pink Opaque.

Not as the antagonist of the movie we're watching, but the villain of the TV show within the movie.

Right off the bat, Mr Melancholy isn't even on our radar. Even worse, the special effects they use to portray him are laughable.

We see him once again as our lead characters stare dreamily up into the sky, further re-enforcing how silly this guys looks. I mean come on, he looks like an uncooked pancake!!

That all changes when Owen sits down to watch the final episode of The Pink Opaque, which was mysteriously cancelled after a cliffhanger ending.

The build up and climax to what happens next is one of the most harrowing cinema experiences I've had in my entire life. This is your final spoiler warning.

Isabel and Tara, the two leads in the Pink Opaque, are kidnapped by Mr Melancholy's henchmen and brought face to face with the moon man himself.

He looks... good. No, good isn't the right word... he looks convincing. The visual effects between the last time we saw him to now jumped a literal century, and combined with the crt filter hide any possible cg imperfections. In short, it make him look like he's really in the scene.

Or rather... that he's really in the room.

He gets closer, explaining his plan to trap the girls in a realm without magic or memory, where they will suffocate in the nightmare. Where they don't remember the powers they have, or the people they are. where you don't even notice the aspect ratio switched.

Where you don't even remember that you're dying.

and just like that, Mr Melancholy becomes the most real thing in the entire world. He becomes YOUR villain, he's trying to kill YOU! He's already succeeded in killing YOU. YOU are SUFFOCATING right now and you don't even KNOW!

and that's when you remember to breathe.

[babybearnation]

polyam!landoscar = red string connecting you to your soulmate(s); reader can see strings, but landoscar can't—they're already dating, but as far as they're concerned they've found their soulmate and that's that (even if they both feel something missing). reader is childhood friends with sighted!alex maybe and he realises that reader is landoscar's soulmate but doesn't want to say anything so he says something for them

(aka: non-sighted established landoscar; sighted reader who's too shy/scared to tell landoscar; sighted alex who meddles (possibly background logalex but :3))

im obsessed with everyone's rsv ideas, i wont lie - also we get some new rsv lore here regarding polyamory heheh

non sighted!established!landoscar x red sighted!gn!reader (ft. red sighted!childhood bff!alex albon)

lando and oscar felt a connection the moment they met each other

they knew it'd be risky to start dating if they weren't soulmates but they went through with it anyways because the bond they felt was so strong

worked out in their favour though because, after sharing their first kiss, lando and oscar can see their strings... kind of

you see, lando and oscar unknowingly had a third soulmate - you

due to the rarity of polyamorous soulmates, it wasn't common knowledge on what would happen if not everyone involved kissed each other

lando and oscar could see their strings but they were faint, almost pink, and they couldn't touch them like red sight would allow them to

also, oscar and lando were almost positive they had two strings each but they could hardly see their strings and therefore couldn't track where the potential extra one led to

enter you

you know who their missing soulmate is

its you

the twined strings that looped around your finger always lead you to them and they tugged insistently pretty much every single race weekend

you were best friends with none other than alex albon and therefore, you had spent ages around lando whilst growing up and travelling with alex to his competitions and stuff like that

you'd known from the instant you met lando that you were his soulmate, but the extra string pointed somewhere else and it bothered you to no end

plus it nearly always tugged when you were at race tracks - less persistently than with lando's string, sure, but it still tugged

when oscar became alpine's reserve in 2022 and started attending every race track on the f1 calendar, you felt it every race weekend - you couldn't ignore it

when you realised it was oscar, you felt relieved - two drivers made things easier to manage!

but when you finally decided to do something about it, it was too late

lando and oscar were already together and they seemed perfectly content

maybe... maybe the universe was playing a cruel joke on you?

alex, however, was tired of watching lando & oscar play oblivious and was tired of dealing with a tragically depressed you

he was gonna say something

if it wasn't for his own soulmates stepping in and telling him that maybe he should speak to you first, he would've marched right on over and told lando and oscar the truth to their faces that very second

you talk to alex about it (george & logan on standby to control their boyfriend if needed) but it just leads to a big argument that has you storming off to mclaren

even though you refused to tell lando & oscar the truth, you still couldn't stay away from them and the three of you quickly became fast friends

so you rush to them for comfort without thinking about it

you end up spilling the truth to lando & oscar as you vent about how stupid alex is and its only when lando covers your mouth with his hand and whispers the words "we're soulmates?" that you realise what you've done

you go to apologise when lando leans in and kisses you

he pulls back and stares down at his hands, giggling and clapping excitedly when he notices the actually red string now

oscar bites his lip before shyly kissing you as well, gaining his own red sight

as you shyly tell oscar and lando the truth about how long you've known and how you didn't want to ruin anything with your strings, alex, george & logan watch on, all happy you three have finally sorted your shit out

© all rights to babybearnation 2025.

[ecstxsyy]

DO ME, BABY. | C. KENT ❦

Red K!Clark is easily riled up.

18+ mdni!

red k!clark kent x fem!reader

warnings: dom!clark, brat!reader, clark is kinda mean (but not really), p in v, unprotected sex (always wrap it up), cream pie.

requests for v-day event are still open!!

cupid’s candy hearts masterlist

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CLARK LOVED taking you on dates to show you off, he loved the claim he had over you. Men physically cowered away from you in his presence and it stroked his ego like no other. The shiny class ring on his right hand was the sole contributor to the way he was acting, though, you didn’t mind it much.

You loved Clark and the way you guys had sex without it, but it added a new element you never realized was missing. He was rougher, manhandled you in a way that you deep down had craved for a long time. Yet you had no idea anything was even different, you assumed he was just feeling more confident and left it at that.

Today was Valentine's Day and Clark wanted to take you to a party a friend of his was hosting to celebrate the holiday, you were quite social so you were looking forward to the outing. As the night approached, you finished off the last touches on your look for the night. Clark lingered near your vanity, a distasteful look on his face. The dress you wore had a deep-cut V-neck, he could already imagine all the guys that would be drooling over you.

“What’s up with you?” you questioned, your brows furrowing. Clark huffed and straightened himself out, walking towards the bathroom connected to your bedroom.

“Nothing,” you heard him mumble under his breath, his reply made you roll your eyes. You stood to face him once you were completely ready. You studied his face for a while trying to decipher what was different about him, something had changed but nothing was visibly different.

“Whatever,” you sighed, walking to grab your shoes from their place in their closet. Clark was behind you in a millisecond, snaking his hands around your waist.

“Don't, ‘whatever’ me,” Clark said in a snippy tone, gripping your hip tight enough to where you’ll definitely have a bruise in its place tomorrow.

“What’s gotten into you?” you huffed, trying to walk away from him when his arms snapped you back into place immediately.

“More like what hasn't gotten into you, yet.” Clark smirked, grabbing the fabric of your dress to ride the hem up your thighs.

“Clark,” you warned, “we're gonna be late,”

“Or, we could just not go at all,” Clark whispered into the shell of your ear. You shook him off and grabbed your purse, heading out towards Clark’s car.

Clark rolled his eyes and followed behind you, scooping his keys up off of your dresser. As you made it outside, he unlocked the car and pulled your door open for you, shutting it once you climbed inside. He got into his side and started the car, his silence was deafening.

The car rolled to a stop in front of a loud house party, the music was audible from outside, and drunk people stumbled across the lawn. Clark huffed before getting out of the car to open your door for you. You stepped out and made your way inside, pushing through the sweaty sea of bodies.

You found your way to the kitchen and poured yourself a drink, glancing around to take in the people around you. Clark lingered by your side, watching you intently.

As you sat at the kitchen island sipping your drink, a boy approached you with a sheepish smile.

“Hey, you’re Y/N, right?” He asked, looking from you to Clark.

“Yeah, nice to meet you. And you are?” You smiled, reaching out to shake his hand.

“Jack,” the boy introduced, shaking your hand. His touch lingered after the handshake and you pulled your hand away like you had just touched hot steel, gazing back to look at Clark. The sight that greeted you nearly made you pale, he was fuming.

Clark fixed his grip around your upper arm, dragging you back out the way the two of you had come just a few minutes prior. You fought a bit and the look Clark gave you made you stop immediately, running chills down your spine.

When you got to the car, Clark all but threw you in, slamming the door behind you. He moved to his side with speed and cranked up the car, peeling out of the driveway quickly. Clark parked a block away from the party on a side street and shut the car off.

“Get in the back,” he demanded firmly, getting into the back once you got back there.

His hands found the zipper of your dress and pulled it down as soon as he was next to you, grabbing the bottom hem of your dress and lifting it above your head. You were completely bare under the dress, you sort of figured you’d end up in this situation at some point.

“God, you’re such a whore,” Clark scoffed, squeezing your perky nipples between his thumb and pointer finger. A small gasp left your lips as your back arched into him, begging for his touch.

“So needy for me already,” his voice dripped with lust and cockiness, moving his hands behind you to grip your ass. You crawled into his denim-clad lap, rubbing your clit against his erection through the fabric. Clark’s strong hands found a place on each of your hips, halting your movements.

“Patience,” Clark said with a devilish smirk, unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his jeans. Your greedy hands moved to help him slide them down, but he slapped them away and tsked at you.

“Not so fast, you help when I say you can help,” his words ran shivers down your spine, you didn't know where this new hard side of him was coming from, but you didn't mind it in the slightest.

Clark flipped you onto your back to lie across the street, his solid form hovering above you. The boy shimmied out of his jeans and boxers, letting his cock spring free against your leaking cunt. The way your legs spread further for him out of habit made his jaw go slack for a minute, immediately recovering before you noticed.

His fat tip parted your folds with ease as he slid it up and down your slit, slapping it against your sensitive clit a few times. Clark then slid his cock into you with ease, your wetness providing all the lube he needed to start thrusting in and out of you.

Clark’s fast thrusts rocked the small car back and forth, you were grateful he chose a discreet parking spot or everyone would know what was going on in the backseat of the car. Clark’s speed was unusually fast, he loved to take his time with you. But right now, he was fucking you for his pleasure, not yours.

That didn't mean you weren't still screaming his name as his cock bruised your cervix, your body was coursing full of pleasure. You felt like you were full of electricity, your nerves tingling with white-hot pleasure. You were in pure ecstasy, your hands fumbling to your clit to push you over the edge into your first orgasm.

It tore through you with vigor, your muscles spasming beneath the large man. Clark smiled while watching you come apart, he slowed his hips a little to let you recover. That orgasm had taken practically everything out of you, your shuddering breaths wracking through your body.

“Not done with you yet,” Clark mumbled, flipping you onto your stomach and pulling you up onto your hands and knees. His calloused palm met your soft ass cheek roughly, leaving bright red marks in its wake. You cried out in both pain and pleasure, the smacks hurt so good. Clark repeated this a few times, soothing the skin over with his palm after his last strike to the swollen flesh.

Before you could recover from the smacks, Clark’s cock was filling you to the brim again. His rough hands kneaded your ass while pounding into you, the slap of his hips irritated the red skin of your ass more but he could care less.

Your moans spilled out of you before you could even begin to attempt to contain them, his fat cock was pressing into your g-spot over and over again. The pleasure bubbled throughout you and your abused pussy clenched around him, the sudden constriction caused Clark to moan from behind you.

“I’m gonna cum inside you, okay?” Clark half asked, half stated. You nodded and pushed your hips back into him, chasing your own orgasm that was so close on your horizon.

Clark shot his warm load deep into you with one last thrust, filling you to the brim with his cum. The sensation sent your second orgasm crashing over you, wracking your body with trembles as you sprayed your orgasm all over the seat beneath you.

“Holy shit, Clark,” you panted, your chest heaving with your breaths. Clark just laughed and began redressing.

“Bet Jake couldn't fuck you like that,” the dark-haired boy scoffed.

“Jack,” you corrected.

“What?” Clark asked through clenched teeth, his face starting to turn a shade of red.

“His name was Jack,” you giggled, teasing him. Clark got out silently still half-dressed and started the car with you still in the back. You slid your dress over your head and sighed.

God were you in for it when you got home.

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[mysecretlittlelibrary]

hey so can I have Kurt x reader where neither has said I love you yet and they’re just spending time together, enjoying each other’s company and s/o actually springs on him “I love you” in german? He never taught s/o that.

~Sweet How The Words Slip~

Pairing: Nightcrawler x Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: not a single one this is so cute

Genre: fluff

Summary: As it turns out, you're in love with your boyfriend, and now you have to tell him.

A/N: Thank you for each and every one of your requests <3

***

Jean and Storm are sitting on your bed while you clean your bedroom. You'd asked them to sit with you so you could actually get some stuff done.

"We're happy to be here while you do your chores or whatever but you have to spill." Jean says.

"Spill what?" You ask.

"I think she's talking about you and Wagner." Storm chuckles.

"Of course I am. They spend so much time together I'm surprised he's not hiding in her closet right now. I was starting to think we'd have to surgically remove him to ever get her alone again." Jean says and even though you're not looking at your you can feel her eyes roll.

"Surgically remove him?" You scoff out a laugh as you toss an old dress you never wear hiding in the back of your closet.

"Well yeah he never leaves you alone." She says.

"Alright don't talk about him like a pest he's- welcome. He 'never leaves me alone' because I don't want him to. I enjoy being around him as much as I assume he enjoys being around me." You shrug.

"Ah the honeymoon phase. Everything is sweet and perfect and the world revolves around nothing but your love." Storm teases.

"I didn't say any of that?" You frown.

"Everything isn't sweet and perfect?" She asks flatly.

"Well not perfect! Kurt is incredibly sweet so that's not really relationship specific but we're not perfect!"

"Girl who are you tryna fool?" Storm scoffs.

"It's fine if things are perfect. You're still so fresh I find it hard to believe you're already fighting." Jean says.

"We're not fighting." You shake your head.

"Of course you're not. He's obsessed with you." Storm says.

"Obsessed is a stretch I feel like." You say.

"It's not. He looks at you like you put the stars in the sky." Jean smiles.

"You guys are being ridiculous."

"So you're telling me he's not already planning the rest of your lives together?" Storm asks.

"Don't... get ahead of yourself Storm we've only been partners for a few months now." You say.

"We know it's on the horizon." Storm says.

"Yeah he's already made it clear how head over heels in love with you he is." Jean says.

"Girl what are you talking about?" You shake your head.

"What?" Her eyes widen. Even Storm shifts, sitting up in her surprise.

"What?" You ask

"The guy's been into you almost as long as he's been an X-man and you're telling us he hasn't said 'I love you' yet?" Jean gasps.

"Why are you freaking out? We haven't been seeing each other that long."

"It took him less than 6 weeks to make you his girlfriend after he finally asked you out, he had a crush on you for years before that and you don't think it's I dunno surprising that he's not said 'I love you' already?" Jean asks.

"No, I don't find it surprising. He's probably trying not to freak me out."

"What?" Storm asks.

"I dunno I'm sure he's getting advice from Logan or Scott and they probably told him it'd be unhinged to say I love you in the first 30 days of a relationship and now he's paranoid about saying it too soon. What if I don't say it back?"

"Would you?" Jean asks.

"Would I what?" You ask.

"If Kurt came in here and said 'I love you' would you say it back?" She clarifies.

"Yeah I think I would." You nod.

"You think?" Storm asks.

"Well I've never really vocalized it, but since you've asked and I'm actually considering it saying it back feels right."

"You gonna let him know that?" She chuckles.

"Sure! At some point, but it's not like he doesn't already know I care about him." You shrug.

"But that's not always the same thing." Jean shakes her head.

"What?" You frown.

"It's very squares rectangles. Of course you care about the people you love but you can care about people without loving them too. Especially as a superhero, you care about most people, but you don't love all of them. You love him, and caring about him is nice but he'd be foolish to assume that it implies the other thing here." Storm says.

"You have to tell him how you feel, it's important that he knows how deeply you feel because I'm sure he's probably terrified he likes you more than you like him and that's-"

"Okay Jean stop. I get your point. I'll tell him that I love him just- chill out."

"Chill out?! You just realized you love your boyfriend and you weren't even going to tell him."

"Okay well in my defense if we hadn't had this conversation I probably wouldn't have had that realization today so- there'd be nothing to tell for a while maybe." You say.

"But now there is something to tell!"

"I know, I know! I'm gonna tell him, calm down."

"You better or else."

"I get it, you're invested, no need to threaten me." You scoff.

There's a knock on your door that pulls all of your attention to it.

"Come in!" You say.

"Hello liebling- oh are you busy? I didn't know Storm and Jean were here." Kurt smiles peaking his head through your door.

"Not busy! I was just cleaning and the girls are here to help me stay on task." You smile at him.

"Are we still on for movie night later?" Kurt asks.

"Of course. Did you pick a film yet?"

"I did. I hope you like the choice."

"I will. Anything's great if we're watching it together." You say.

"Agreed. Snacks?"

"I'm on it. See you in a few hours."

"Can't wait." Kurt says and slips back out.

"Wow that was so freaking cute!" Jean gushes.

"Oh man I almost said it just then." You gasp.

"What?" Storm asks.

"Just then, before he left? I wanted to say 'I love you', had to catch myself."

"Awwwww! Ugh I'm so jealous." Jean sighs.

"Wow, you really are just so into each other." Storm muses.

"Yeah, I guess."

"It's cute, don't get all shy now." Storm smiles.

"I will kick y'all out if you don't quit it."

"Fine, fine. We'll stop." Jean throws her hands up in surrender.

"Thank you. Sheesh." You shake your head.

You spend another couple of hours on your chores, talking about any and everything, besides your relationship with Kurt. Eventually though, you do need to meet him for movie night so you shoo your friends out.

Something you've been doing passively and in secret is learning German. When Kurt talks to himself it's always in German and while he's never expressed that he struggles with English, he's clearly more comfortable in the former. You figure you could kill two birds with one stone here, confess your love for him and surprise him with a bit of your new skill.

The movie Kurt picked is one you've seen before, but he seemed so excited to see it that you wouldn't tell him that. Plus you like the movie, so you don't mind watching it again. You're nearing the end of the film and part of you is getting a bit nervous. You told yourself you'd confess tonight because you can't imagine holding onto this information. I mean, you knew for 5 minutes and you almost told him. You are not equipped to keep this a secret from him.

"Wow- that was such a good movie! Did you enjoy it?" Kurt asks looking at you.

"It's a great movie. I really liked it." You nod.

"We should watch another. Do you have one that you'd like to watch? Or rewatch maybe?"

"Kurt?"

"Yes liebling?" Kurt's eyes widen, he's giving you his full attention. You bring a hand up to his face, cupping his cheek as you look at him just as intensely as he's looking at you.

"Ich liebe dich." You say. "You love me?" He whispers. "I do." You nod, smiling at him softly. Kurt jolts back, blinking wildly. "Wait sorry I don't think I heard you correctly. Did you say that in-"

"Ich liebe dich." You repeat. Kurt lets out a soft sound as the disbelief on his face melts into a smile. His eyes are so gentle, so full of emotion that they're glistening, it's almost cartoonish and under different circumstances you might've giggled.

"You- you learned to say it in German?" Kurt sounds so light, just barely above a whisper.

"Ich unterrichte es selbst." You say just as softly back. You're teaching yourself. That's what you told him.

"I had no idea. Why didn't you tell me?" Kurt smiles.

"I wanted to surprise you." You tell him.

"Oh I'm surprised alright." He chuckles.

"I love you." You say grinning.

"I love you too." He says back and you gasp.

"You do?" You were fully prepared to not hear it back tonight.

"Of course, more than anything."

"I'm really happy." You practically sigh.

"As am I." Kurt wraps his arms around you tightly and there's literally nowhere else you'd rather be than here.

***

[gearsandhammers]

7 MINUTES IN HEAVEN : VITKOR X M!READER

synopsis : it's jayce's birthday, and somehow, you and viktor get shoved into a cramped, dark closet, and you're supposed to do what..?

warnings / tw : no tws except for how i didn't proofread this at all, save for grammarly ig

pairing : viktor x male reader | m/m

author's notes : hi so turns out i get carried away really easily and it's not actually that short but that's a good thing... right? but there is a longer viktor one coming soon i promise!! anyways happy reading and good day/night! xo, kai

You, Viktor, and a bunch of your friends are at Jayce’s birthday party. You're all drunk, having played a lot of drinking games, and you're all pumped with adrenaline.

Your head’s gonna hurt a lot tomorrow, but that’s a problem for future you. Right now, Viktor is being pushed into a closet with you, playing 7 Minutes in Heaven.

"Alrighty, get in there!" Jayce and Sky shove you and Viktor into the closet.

“Man, but it’s dark in there...” you whine.

“I don’t care, you’re going in and you’re gonna like it.” they shove you into the closet, the door shutting behind you, shrouding you and Viktor in darkness.

"So... hi?" you rock back and forth on your heels. You try to force yourself back on the wall, trying not to press up against him, but failing miserably.

"Eh.. hello. So, we are supposed to do... what?" Viktor queries. You can't see him, but you can feel the heat radiating off his face. You can't totally tell if it's from the alcohol or the proximity, but it's probably a mix of both.

"Well, we're technically supposed to make out or something like that, but we can just chat for seven minutes if you wan–" you explain, at least you try to before being so rudely interrupted.

"No, I want to make out." Viktor interrupts you, and you freeze. Your face turns bright red, and even though it's dark, your eyes adjust and he can feel your face get hot.

"W-what?" Your voice cracks, and you hit your chest and cough into your elbow. "I mean, sure, if you want to I'll totally make out with you if you want, I'd love to, it's not like I've been thinking about kissing you for the last two years–" you start to ramble. You found out not very long ago that when you're drunk, you ramble. A lot. But lucky you, Viktor likes interrupting you. And this time, it feels a lot better.

Viktor's lips crash into yours, a wave of relief washing over you like the tides. His cane clatters to the ground and his hands snake into your hair and around your waist, and your movements mimic his. You push yourself flush against him, a stark contrast to earlier. He groans into your mouth as you drive against him, letting you support him as his cane sits on the ground, a fly on the wall.

You lose track of time easily, and at that point, his knees are jelly. Your knee sits in between his, and he's practically sitting on it to keep himself standing. You're this close to tearing his clothes off when the door handle clicks and the door opens, the light spilling into the closet like liquid. You pull away from Viktor, and you both shade your eyes from the light with your hand. Jayce stands in the doorway, peeking in.

"Hey, loveb– oh my gods, you guys are all over each other. Vik, you look..." Jayce gawks.

"S-shut up, Jayce." Viktor retaliates, though not very effectively. You pry yourselves away from each other, and you pick up Viktor's cane and hand it to him as he smoothes his hair down. "Thank you."

You nod as Jayce steps aside to let you and Viktor out. He sits down on the couch, and you sit down on the floor, leaning back on the couch as Caitlyn and Vi are shoved in to replace you and Viktor. You look back up at Viktor, and you motion for him to come closer. He leans down to you.

"You'd better finish what you started. Yours or mine?"

[presidentkamala]

Im gonna be so real people who pounce on any message of hope or anyone who speculates about anything other than the absolute worst-case, "we are all doomed, doomed you hear!" scenario while all this is going down and the fed gov is totally upended are pissing me tf off!!

I get it these are powerful emotions its an incredibly difficult and politically dangerous time right now but we're also barely 3 weeks in folks. The admin has ALREADY backed off two hugely unpopular initiatives and is currently testing the checks and balances.

Like WHY is it so important to you that i affirm to you that we're all definitely going to die in gitmo concentration camps within the year. WHY is it so necessary for you to naysay even entertaining the thought of midterms. WHAT do you want me to say?

"The experiment is over" "we lost our democracy" "there won't be any more elections so why bother thinking about midterms" "whats the point of these federal judges the admin is just gonna ignore them" "fascism is already here"

Like ok??? And???? Why fold so easily? Why even give them the satisfaction of admitting defeat in this, the opening salvo? There is so much left to be saved, there are so many excesses that CAN be stopped with effort and focus.

I feel burnout and defeated like 10 times a day since the inauguration but THIS is the test. There will ALWAYS be an opportunity to take up truth and responsibility and justice, every second of every day, for the next four years. I just can't with anyone who thinks that now, after everything, is the time to check out even more and totally abdicate power

[billiesbabygirleilish]

i dont know if you write platonic fics but can you write fluff about billie’s sister!drummer!reader ? ty if you do!

an: here ya go cutie 😚

Beats and Bonds

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┗━━━━•*•*🥁❃°•°❀°•°❃••*.🥁*━━━━┛ The low thrum of the bass drum vibrated through the floor and up into your chest. You grinned, relishing the feeling. Dropping your sticks, you wiped your sweaty palms on your jeans and stretched, the cool air of the studio hitting your heated skin. 

"Alright, that's a wrap for today!" you called out, the sound echoing slightly in the large, soundproofed room. Immediately, a flurry of activity erupted. Roadies began dismantling your drum kit, coiling cables and packing equipment. 

You spotted Billie slouched on a beat-up couch in the corner, her phone glowing in the dim light. She hadn't moved an inch during the entire three-hour rehearsal. You sighed, a familiar mix of exasperation and love bubbling up inside you. Being Billie Eilish's older sister, and her drummer, meant juggling a lot of responsibilities – practical, creative, and emotional. 

Sometimes, you just felt like a glorified babysitter.

Walking over, you plopped down beside her, bumping her shoulder playfully. "Hey sleepyhead, you even hear me playing today?"

Billie jumped, startled, and shoved her phone face down onto the couch. "Of course! You were... amazing," she mumbled, avoiding your gaze.

You raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. "Really? What song were we just working on?"

She hesitated, then blurted, "Uh... the one with the... drums?"

You chuckled. "Nice try. Come on, Bils, you gotta pay attention. We're dropping the tempo on 'Lost Cause' by five BPM. It's gonna give it a heavier feel, more grounded.”

Billie finally looked at you, her ocean-blue eyes softening. "I know, I know. I'm sorry, Y/N. I'm just... stressed. This new album is killing me."

You wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close. "Hey, it's gonna be okay. You're incredibly talented, and you have an amazing team behind you. Including your super cool, super supportive, and super groovy big sister." You winked.

Billie giggled, leaning into your embrace. "Okay, okay, I get it. You're the best."

"Damn right I am. Now tell me what’s really bothering you. Is it the lyrics? The arrangements? Finneas breathing down your neck?"

Billie sighed, letting the weight of her anxieties spill out. "Everything, really. I feel like everyone's expecting so much, and I'm just terrified of disappointing them. And myself."

You listened patiently, letting her vent. You knew the pressure she was under, the constant scrutiny, the relentless demands. It was a lot for anyone to handle, let alone a twenty-one-year-old.

"Hey," you said softly, tilting her chin up so she met your eyes. "You are not going to disappoint anyone. You are Billie Eilish. You write incredible songs, you have a unique voice, and you have something important to say. Don't let the pressure crush you. Remember why you started doing this in the first place. Remember the joy, the passion, the love of music."

Billie sniffled, wiping her eyes. "Easy for you to say. You're just banging on drums. I'm the one who has to pour my soul out there."

You frowned. "Hey, drumming isn't just 'banging on things'! It's about creating a rhythm, a heartbeat, a foundation for the music. It's about feeling the energy and channeling it through my body. And," you added, nudging her playfully, "it's about making sure your songs sound freakin' amazing."

Billie smiled, a genuine smile that reached her eyes. "Okay, okay, you got me. You’re pretty important to the whole thing."

"Damn straight," you repeated, grinning. "Now, how about we ditch this place and get some ice cream? My treat."

Billie's face lit up. "Seriously? Yes! I've been craving that mint chocolate chip from Dairy Queen all week."

"Consider it a reward for surviving another day of album production hell." You stood up, pulling her with you. "But you have to promise me something."

"What?"

"No more hiding behind your phone during rehearsals. You gotta be present, Bils. We're a team, remember? We're in this together."

"I promise," she said, squeezing your hand.

As you walked out of the studio, the setting sun casting long shadows across the parking lot, you felt a sense of peace settle over you. You knew the road ahead would be challenging, but you also knew that Billie was strong, resilient, and incredibly talented. And you were there, by her side, ready to bang on the drums, offer a shoulder to cry on, and provide endless amounts of sisterly love.

Later that evening, after demolishing two scoops of mint chocolate chip ice cream each, you found yourselves sprawled out on Billie's bed, watching a cheesy rom-com. Billie's head was resting on your lap, her fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on your jeans.

"Y/N?" she mumbled, her voice drowsy.

"Yeah, Bils?"

"Thanks. For everything."

You smiled, running your fingers through her choppy black hair. "Anytime, little sis. Anytime."

The movie continued to play, but neither of you was really paying attention. You were content, simply being together, two sisters sharing a moment of quiet intimacy amidst the chaos of their lives. You knew, deep down, that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you would always have each other. And that, you realized, was the most important thing of all. You knew that your role, as her sister, was to be the steady beat in her life, the rhythm she could always count on. And you wouldn't have it any other way.

[trinnityn]

YOU -E.W

Warnings; 18+ content.Stalker!Ellie, Perv!Ellie, Choking, Strap usage R! receiving, Pantie stealing, Alcohol, Slapping, Cheating, Semi-Outdoor sex, Subtop!Ellie, Use of Y/N

heavily inspired by YOU (the netflix series) first time writing.. kinda nervous. sorry if theres any mistakes in the comma placings and horrid writing😭 english isnt my first language.

On a chilly, calm night, A series of nonstop cries had awoken the couple. Ellie's eyes wandered to Dina. Rocking their little baby boy back and fourth, but. truthfully? her mind wasnt occupied by her wife.

Rays of sunshine kissed your pale complexion as you longue with a book in hand. another reaching for a glass of martini. Ellie's eyes have been on you ever since the day she saw you. that moment plays in her head on loop, constantly. like a broken record she was memorizing every possible detail. Was it love at first sight? yes. she's convinced it is. yet, Ellie's musing was paused by Dina's voice.

"Ellie! stop staring like an idiot and help! go grab JJ's diapers for me." Ellie's expression remains unbothered as she rises from the surface of the couch. her footsteps making the old oak underneath creak slightly.

She ascended up to the flight of stairs in a slight rush before pushing the door to their shared bedroom open. Clammy hands slowly opened a drawer as she looked down at the bunch of diapers organized there. Desperately forcing herself to not take a look, but. one peak wouldn't hurt, right? She poked her head to the window, where the view led right to your backyard. There you are.

All dolled up. Wearing a frilly bikini set. Oh, how she would die to tear it apart and spread out. fucking you right then and there where anyone could walk in. anyone could see. No! Ellie shook her head frantically as she turned her attention back to the diapers. Grabbing one as she hurried back down the stairs

Ellie was met with a frown etched on Dina's expression as she snatched the diaper away from Ellie's hand. "Took you long enough." She mocked with a slight scoff. Ellie sighed as she uttered out an excuse "I'm sorry. I forgot which drawer it was." Dina's eyes shot back a glare as she raised her voice "Well it doesn't take that long to open every drawer and check, Ellie."

Ellie sighed internally. Only you. could ever get me to deal with this her. her inner dialogue ran. Ellie stared back blankly before she opened her mouth, her wife had already interrupted. "You know what? fuck this. you never care. im gonna stay with joel for a while." Dina stormed out with JJ in her arms as she slammed the door shut.

A rush of joy coursed through Ellie's nerves, was her wife mad at her? yes. but she gets to spend time with You. She waited impatiently to hear the sound of Dina's car driving out of the garage. She heard her cue before hastily rushing out of the house and immediately knocking on Your door, And there You are. Skin slick with sweat and water as a towel hung around your neck, your hair adorned with a flower clip as the water drips from your ends down to those.. what size are they? Ellie gawked as her mind wandered onto that single question.

You giggled slightly as you teased, "Hey, els! What's so interesting?" Ellie instantly snapped back. "just had a fight with my wife.. sorry. I really need someone to talk to." Ellie fought back her desires and glee underneath the guise of a saddened wife.

Your eyes shined with empathy as you wrapped an arm around ellie's neck, cooing softly. "aw.. im so sorry, els. come in, we can have a chat while i take a dip." Ellie's senses we're filled with the heavy scent of alcohol. as Ellie's eyes gazed into yours, she pondered "you're drinking? what did your husband do this time? i could treat you better, Y/N."

as Ellie's feet surfaced the cold, slippery area of the pool, you retracted your arm and quickly dove into the pool with a splash, resurfacing up with a smile etched on her features, along with a giggle. Ellie's heart leaped in joy at the sight. feeling heat rush up to her cheeks as she responded with an equally big smile.

You folded your arms onto the pool's return lines, smiling widely as you questioned "So. What triggered the fight in the first place? if you don't mind me asking." Ellie took a seat on the Daybed as she spoke half-heartedly "Uh. No, I don't mind. You know just the usual. I didn't bring JJ's Diapers fast enough so she got pissed and said Ididn'tt care- which is not the case by the way."

You hummed at Ellie's alibi. "well. I think she's just going through a lot.. and you haven't spent much time with her? You really need to. it's super important." Ellie nodded before murmuring softly, her smile growing to a small frown "Yeah. I just wish she'll come around soon for me to even make it up to her."

"I'm sure she will, soon," you spoke reassuringly before she rose up from the pool, water cascading every nook of her body. Ellie held her gaze low as she twiddled with her hands nervously, taking every inch of her being not to ogle at the sight. She heard the sound of liquid being poured, turning to her side to glance, you were pouring a cup of tequila. Before handing it to Ellie with a smile "Fuck. stay calm Ellie, stay calm, Stay calm." Ellie's thoughts ran like a train

"lets drink all this out of our system. how about that?" You sat next to Ellie with a grin, one hand gripping onto the bottle of tequila as you spoke enthusiastically. "You're gonna drink all of that? isnt it too much?" Ellie questioned, her voice laced with concern. you giggled and shook your head "no, silly! there's barely any left." you narrowed the bottle to a light source, the light shining through as it revealed the bottle barely had any liquor left.

Ellie nodded as you counted down with triumph. "one, two, three!" Ellie placed the glass against her lips as the burning liquor flowed down her throat. Her gaze turned back to you, who had already withdrawn from the bottle. Your eyes hazy, lips puffy, cheeks burning a rosy tint. "she's gonna look worse even better. when I fuck her so hard she'll even run out of tears to cry." Ellie thought.

Ellie's mind felt cloudy as she began to lose control, alcohol breaking into her system over time. You giggled uncontrollably as your words started to sound like a blur to Ellie, though she snapped back as she heard a clank and the sound of glass breaking. You blubbered in pain as you held you wounded hand, Ellie immediately rushed by your side to tend to it.

"ouch, els... i was being stupid." you cried out as Ellie spoke in a panic "uhm do you have a medkit somewhere?" you nodded "in my medicine cabinet its in my room. on the second floor." Ellie quickly rushed indoors as she went up the stairs leading to the master bedroom. opening the medicine cabinet with ease, her eyes darted to the dirty laundry basket. "why not grab a little trinket for myself?" Ellie's hand briskly tucked a pair of dirty panties into the pocket of her jeans before retrieving the medkit and rushing back down the stairs to tend to you again.

Ellie made quick work of caring for your wound, gently wrapping the bandage around, afterwards you smile slightly "thank you, els.." slurring your words, the alcohol intoxicating your mind and Ellie's. Ellie nodded. eyes looking up in awe into yours as she murmured "you're gorgeous." You smiled earnestly as your promixity grows closer, your nose bumping to hers in a moment of silence. Ellie's Gaze trailed down to your lips before she leaned in.

Closing the distance within Eachother. as she closed her eyes shut, desire taking over her every being. your arms wrap around Ellie's neck, holding her closer. Ellie's hands grew touchier. feeling every curve and dip, though the moment was abruptly interrupted as you pulled away from the kiss, looking into Ellie's eyes, questioning and pleading for a sign of consent.

Ellie, stuck in a trance, nodded frantically. god.. it feels like you put her in a spell. "fuck.. cant believe this is coming true. fuck yes-fuck" .Ellie bolted at the chance to pin you down onto the Daybed and attack your neck with marks and kisses

"hurry..." Ellie whined, elongating the word as she ran her hands down your torso. eventually reaching the hem of your bikini bottoms. You nodded, whispering in a soft tone. "take them off.."

You hummed in satisfaction as Ellie tore the flimsy fabric apart, revealing your puffy, wet slit as she takes in the sight. studying your whole being, every curve, every mark, every imperfection becomes perfection in her eyes, you could do no wrong, you have no flaws.

her own crotch throbbed at the sight as she palmed on it. feeling the back of her strap on and rubbing it against her own clit as she panted softly. Your hands slowly trail to your bikini top as you lifted it over your head, your breasts jiggling slightly at the release.

Ellie groaned at the sight as she neared her climax. You turn to her, fully undressed as she immediately stopped her movements. "what were you doing?" You questioned with a slight tilt to the side of your head. "nothing." Ellie's hands found place on your torso as she rubbed it slowly with her thumbs.

You slowly rose from the Daybed before flipping your positions. putting Ellie underneath and pinning her down onto the Daybed, You leave a small trail of lovemarks within the column of Ellie's neck. Soft groans left Ellie's lips as she rutted her hips desperately against your bare pussy. Feeling the bulge in between Ellie's legs, you reach to unzip her pants.

Her strap on sprung free from the confines of Ellie's jeans As you giggle teasingly "you've been wearing this the whole time? who knew you were so prepared." Ellie grabbed a hold of Your hips as she immediately slammed you down, your face contorted to bliss, mouth forming an 'O' shape at the sudden intrusion. "yeah." Ellie uttered out in a shaky, breathy voice.

You took over, Bouncing up and down on her cock within your own pace, Ellie laid back. Enjoying the view as her hands maneuvered your hips. her eyes glued to your tits that sprung up and down with every thrust. Enchanted wih the sight of them, her mouth opened to speak but nothing came out, her thoughts ran wild as she let out a small groan, stiffling her urges.

You noticed Ellie's dilemma, grabbing her hand and leading it to her tits as she cried out "touch them, touch me." Ellie's face Heats up a pink, rosy tint as she squeezed and landed a small, experimental slap against the two orbs. Looking up to your eyes, searching for approval.

You were way too lost, though. Your moans, screams echoed through the athmosphere of the cold night as you rode Ellie's silicone length. Tears welling up in your eyes as your body gave up on you, your movements stilling "cant do it anymore, els.." Ellie's hand placed a stinging slap to your twitching bud as you recoiled from the impact, letting out a long whine. Ellie's cunt throbbed at tbe sight before rubbing small, apologetic circles on Your clit as her thumb danced above the rosy bud.

"Please, els.. just fuck me." You pleaded and pleaded until your pleas turned into incoherent whines. Ellie hesitated before thrusting her hips into Your sopping cunt, harshly jabbing Her strap deeper. Ellie looked up at you in admiration, The way your back arched, and how tightly your holding onto her thighs for leverage. God. she wanted to do more.

Her hands snaked around your hips again as she held onto them like a vice. letting out soft grunts at every thrust up into your bruised cervix. Ellie let out soft whines seeing the sight before her as her whole being tremored in excitement.

Ellie grunted, pressing her lips into a thin line as her eyes focused on each and every expression that came across your features before begging breathlessly "can i touch you more, please?" You let out a shaky chuckle, muttering out "stop asking, els. yes, you can." your hips lightly moved, turning Ellie's cock in your pussy to different spots as Ellie paused her thrusts. Ellie poked a specific, spongy area as she grabbed your hips. Resulting in a loud whimper from your lips. Ellie's hold tightened as she thrusted into the same spot, abusing it as she watched you grew more vocal. Ellie's mind was clouded with a vision she couldnt help make but make it come true.

Ellie wrapped a hand around Your neck tightly, Borderline bruising as she thrusted in and out of your poor, sopping cunt. squelching sounds grew and so does the wetness of your well-fucked pussy as you neared your climax. Ellie's Thrusts grew lazier as she whined, squeezing your throat tighter in retaliation, though not enough to injure you.

Ellie's thrusts grew more frantic as she felt her own climax near, whimpers and whines drawn out of her weary throat. Ellie let go of the hold on your throat as her back arched, she gushed against the back of her strap. You pulled Ellie into a deep kiss as she hummed in satisfaction, questioning into the kiss "did you cum..?" You giggled as you slowly regained your pace, riding Ellie, you muttered breathlessly "no.. not yet." Your supple cheeks bounced with every thrust as Ellie groaned, feeling the strap on hit her clit with every thrust landed. mewls escaped Ellie's throat as you sped up, "Im coming, Ellie!" You screamed, your voice ripping through the serene, calm night. liquid gushed out of her twitching bud wetting Ellie's lap. not like she minds, though.

Ellie stilled as she processed everything "fuck.. did i really just have sex with her...? fuck-fuck-" Ellie basked in the afterglow, admired your sweat slicked skin as she looked up to the sight of you panting. "im the one who made her that breathless? shit- i already wanna go again." Ellie's mind was a fog. partly from the alcohol in her system, the other part? she just fucked the girl shes been obssesing over in months.

All those times she's stalked you through your home security camera's, turning something to ensure your safety against you. huh, it wasnt a waste majoring in Electrical Engineering afterall. Ellie was bought back to reality the moment she heard your soft voice whispering. "hey, creeper. so how long have you been into me?" Ellie's cheeks flushed a soft pink as she took in your hand to place a small kiss to your palm. "since.. 8 months ago, maybe."

you giggled happily before mumbling in a weak, soft tone. "same goes here for me." Ellie's eyes widened slightly as she spoke in excitement. "wait- so are we a thing now?" Ellie quickly paused "fuck. i sounded too desperate." her thoughts ran nervously.

you shook your head as you whined "you have a wife, silly. if you dislike her soo so much.. if you wanna be with me so badly, then.. divorce her." Ellie's expression dropped. her goal was now, of course; divorce dina but-

A kiss was pressed against Ellie's lips, putting a pause to her thoughts. as you inquired gently. "you dont have to choose now.."

Only writing a part 2 if this doesn't totally fumble😭

-XOXO, trinnifer💋