#i cut off my ex because he was slowly pulling away from me... he left me on read occasionally..

[heartoflesh]

You blamed me. But what is the difference between pulling away slowly and doing it all at once. In the end, we will still end up being the ghost of each other anyway.

Excerpts from a book I'll never write, William

[jamminvroomvroom]

Now hear me out… Lando with a daddy kink. I rest my case (and send in my request).

heart to heart.

ln x fem!reader

in which you’re heartbroken and lando knows exactly what you’ve always wanted.

oh, anon. how i love you. ngl haven’t written this trope much before so this was a baby-steps attempt… but it’s intense smut lmao. keep sending in requests guys, i’m getting through them (slowly)!! anyways enjoy, love you, tell me what you think <3

songs to set the mood: heart to heart by mac demarco

warnings: 18+ minors DNI!! smut, language, daddy kink (help), breeding kink (lord forgive me), friends to lovers (implied), mentions of cheating (not reader or lando), dom!lando, sub!reader

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you’ve been friends for years.

sometimes it felt like the door was open for more, only to be quickly slammed shut when a cute barista handed you his number, or when lando slid into a bikini models dm’s. bottom line: it never ended up crossing that line and becoming more.

you’re crying on his couch when the line finally blurs.

“i just- i just thought…” you choke out a sob that cuts you off.

“what, honey?” lando coos, brushing some damp hairs away from your streaming eyes.

“i thought i’d marry him. how stupid is that?” you whimper. this is the worst breakup you’d gone through to date, and just like when anything goes wrong, lando is there with a spare shoulder for you to cry on. he always knew that your ex was a piece of shit but his warnings fell on deaf ears. “we talked about kids and houses. he asked me my fucking ring size.” you spat. all of this happened, of course, before you found out he’d been cheating on you with his boss’s assistant.

“you’re not stupid, honey.” lando pulls you in closer to his side.

you stay there for a while, letting the tears fall until there are no more left to cry and your face is drying up. your head rests on his shoulder, and when you turn it to look up at him, he’s already looking down at you.

pink lips are parted, slicked with a swipe of his tongue. two blue eyes turned to an icy grey dart between your own lustful pair and your lips, parted only to expel shallow, shaky breaths.

“kids and a nice big lawn, is that what you want?” he whispers. you shift against the couch, trying to hide the shiver the low gravelly tone of his voice shoots down your spine.

“mhm.” you nod slightly, sinking into his side and his eyes.

time speeds up for a moment; the hand he has wrapped around you finds your waist, and somehow he manoeuvres you onto his lap. it feels odd. odd, because it’s right. it’s new and yet it feels… familiar.

“why’d you waste all that time with those assholes, hm?” his voice is mocking, and your knees squeeze around his hips. “could’ve given you all that years ago. fucked a baby into you and put a nice, shiny ring on this finger.” lando pulls your ring finger between his lips, holding eye contact as he swirls his tongue around the digit. you tremble against him, his filthy words almost sending you slack against him.

“didn’t know you wanted me.” you pant.

“i’m gonna do things to you that will make sure that you never doubt me again.”

and he does.

you’re crying on his mattress, overstimulated, yet desperate for more. these are the only kind of tears he ever wants you to cry. he’s been between your legs for what feels like so long that hours could have passed and you wouldn’t question a thing. his tongue works over and over your throbbing clit and your hands rake through tangled curls.

“lando, please.” you chant, over and over again. you don’t know what you’re asking him for, but he seems to get it, because he doesn’t stop.

two fingers find your entrance, sodden with the remnants of more orgasms than you can count. in slides one, twisting deliciously before it’s joined by the second. you ascend, pretty much instantly, so overwhelmed by how good he’s managed to make you feel. your orgasm builds too quickly, and you’re dripping down his wrist before you can even tell him you’re close.

lando chuckles, tongue tracing the mess you’ve left as he shuffles on his knees between your legs. then, he’s hovering over you, balancing on one of his forearms whilst his other hand traces the curve of your body.

“having fun, honey?” he bumps his nose against yours, lips meeting yours a brief second later. it feels as good and as right the first time he kissed you earlier, and he licks into your mouth, deep and sensual. you moan into the kiss when you taste yourself on his tongue.

you can feel his cock brushing against your folds and you melt into the mattress, keening at his the feeling of him everywhere. your shaky hands skim his torso, feeling every dip and ridge under your fingertips. golden skin tenses, rippling flesh taut against your palms. your hips buck into his.

“tell me what you want, honey. need to hear you say it.”

“fuck me.” you mutter, rolling your hips once more. the angle you create means that his cock catches your folds and you can’t help but whine his name.

“how?” lando smirks, your chin trapped between his fingers. he makes you look at him, and you curse yourself for not doing this sooner.

“what you said earlier…” you choke out, trailing off.

“what did i say earlier?” he tease. you groan in frustration.

“please, lando.” you’re too hot, blush stains your cheeks and your neck.

“is my sweet girl getting shy?” he pecks your lips, kisses down your neck. when he reaches your ear, he tugs on the lobe. all you can feel is sharp teeth and warm breath. everything is slick.

“it’s okay, honey.” lando continues. “i remember. remember those wide eyes and pouty lips when i told you what i can give you. gonna make me a daddy, baby? finally gonna be mine?” he whispers, right into your ear. all you see is white.

finally.

“daddy.” you pant, when he finally slides into you, hard and deep.

“that’s it, baby.” lando grunts, hooking your thigh over his hip. you can feel the way his fingers dig in to your flesh, stopping him from falling apart instantly. his other hand takes your wrists, pushes them up the mattress until they’re pinned right above your head and he’s hovering over you, perfectly level. chest to chest, heart to heart.

shallow thrusts aid the deep grind of his hips, rolling slowly into yours. he’s everywhere, nothing separating your needy, flushed bodies. he never pulls all the way out, stays buried as deep as he can, and repeatedly hits that spot inside of you that allows you to see every star in the sky. you’re breathless, soundless, utterly helpless as you drown in him and everything he has to offer you.

you wonder if he’ll actually spill into you, mark you as his. it makes you dizzy, makes you shake, the idea of nothing stopping him from making such a mess between your spread legs. you want to beg for it but you can’t, the raging, wet pleasure in the pit of your belly rendering you speechless. all you manage is a dry plea of half of his name.

“lan-“ you begin, but he kisses the rest of the word out of his mouth.

“no, honey, that’s not my name.” he rasps, talks down to you in a way that pushes you even closer to sweet release.

“daddy. want you to be daddy.” you slur.

the reaction you get from him is worth every heartache you’ve ever suffered. his rhythm changes and now he’s slamming into you, and the sensation makes you cry some more, thick tears sliding down your neck which he tastes, licks away.

but then everything is soaking. you gush around him and his abs glisten. your throat burns from the scream, and then there’s silence, just for a moment.

“fucking hell.” he shudders, transfixed on the thin layer of you that seems to be everywhere.

he’s wrapped around you tight when he lets go, muttering unintelligible filth in your ear as he does. you stay intertwined for a moment, trying to piece together what you’d just done.

when lando eventually rolls off of you, he takes every inch of you in, a beautiful canvas covered in a memory. his eyes are warm again, soft. whatever had possessed him is long gone and he’s just lando again. your lando.

you attempt to wriggle across the mattress, seeking refuge in your forgotten pile of clothes on the floor. he stops you in your feeble attempts to peel your lifeless body off of his bed.

“hey, it’s okay, honey. let me look after you.” he coos, gentle sitting you up. “you okay?”

“thank you.” you whisper. your lips meet, fleetingly, delicate.

“‘m gonna take care of you, baby.” he promises. you believe him.

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i don’t know what came over me lmao whoops

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MIRROR

a/n: I had no idea if posting this was a good idea or not, but it's better to let it out than to leave it forgotten in the drafts. I hope you like it… I’ll leave this here, and I’ll retreat slowly…

jude bellingham x exgf!reader (trent alexander-arnold´s sister)

warnings: +18 content, p in v, protected sex, dom!Jude, dirty talk… kinda angsty, english is not my first language.

summary: Stuck at your brother's party, you struggle to get over Jude, your ex, who brings back old feelings every time you look at him. Despite your attempts to flirt with other guys, Trent and Jude always end up shooing them away, and your anger only grows. When Jude's gaze meets yours, the tension becomes electric. Before you know it, you both find yourself in the bathroom, where your chemistry ignites in a heated encounter that ignores all the rules you once swore you wouldn't break.

The music thumped through the walls of Trent’s house, vibrating through your chest as you hovered at the edge of the crowded living room. You hated these kinds of parties—too many people, too much noise—but it was Trent’s place, and everyone had shown up. Jude had shown up.

Of course he had.

It was one of your brother’s bests mates. He was laughing with a group of people just across the room, so close, yet worlds away.

You hated that seeing him still twisted your heart, hated that he looked so good, so unbothered, like you hadn’t been wrecked when he walked away from you months ago. He had told you that the distance was going to hurt you, but the one who ended up hurting you was him. You two hadn’t spoken since. Not properly, anyway. But you’d been here before—sharing space, always with Trent in between, always keeping it civil for the sake of everyone.

You tipped your glass back, willing the alcohol to dull the sharp edge of your emotions. Your eyes drifted toward the guy you’d been talking to earlier. Nothing serious. Just a distraction. He was cute, and more importantly, available. A brief smile played on your lips, and you moved to join him in the living room, leaving the bitter knot of emotion behind. For a moment, you let yourself enjoy the game of flirtation, the feeling of reclaiming control.

But you felt it before you saw him. Jude, his presence like a gravitational pull. As soon as the guy got too close, a hand on your arm, you saw him. Jude, out of the corner of your eye—his jaw tight, gaze burning.

"Oi, mate," Jude said, his voice low but firm as he stepped in, placing himself between you and the guy you wanted to shag, blocking him with a casual but unmistakable tension in his posture. "I think you're done here."

Your heart skipped a beat, anger flaring hot. Before you could protest, Trent appeared, a protective shadow beside Jude. Not again, please. Of course, Trent. Always watching, always hovering. You loved him a lot, but right now, you hated his guts. Hated that they were both treating you like something fragile, like you couldn’t make your own choices.

The worst thing was, it was the third time that night.

The guy glanced at Trent, then Jude, clearly uncomfortable. He wasn´t even looking at you anymore. "I didn’t mean any harm, man—"

"Yeah, you did. That´s my little sister" Trent cut in, his voice cold. "You're leaving now."

With one last quick glance at you, the guy mumbled something; probably an apology, and slinked off into the crowd. You stood there, furious, fists clenched at your sides. "What the hell, Jude? Trent?"

Jude’s eyes met yours, the weight of everything unsaid passing between you both. "Y/N, come on, don´t do this," he said quietly, almost too soft to hear over the loud music.

"Do what?" you snapped, taking a step closer. Your chest was tight, your words sharp. "Move on? Because I can’t just stand around waiting for you to stop playing games. You left me, Jude. Remember?"

His gaze dropped, pain flickering behind his eyes, and probably embarrasment due to your brother being there, jjjbut before he could say anything, Trent stepped in. “He’s right, you don’t need a guy,” he said, his voice more gentle than you expected. “You don´t know anything about him. I don't even know where he came from.”

You let out a frustrated breath, your mind reeling from the double wall of protection. You didn’t know whether to scream or cry. Jude stood there, silent, but you saw the tension in his shoulders, the conflict in his expression.

Without another word, you turned on your heel, pushing through the crowd, your skin burning with anger and unspoken feelings. The party roared on, oblivious to the storm that had just passed. Trent and Jude watched you go, and you didn’t have to look back to know they wouldn’t follow.

The rest of the party goes by relatively smoothly. Jude can feel you glaring at him the whole time, practically boring holes into his forehead with your flaming eyes. He winces when the song finishes and he watches you slide through the crowd, storming from the living room.

He shouldn't go to you. He knows he shouldn't. But he does anyway, standing up, avoiding Trent’s attention and hurrying after you. You see him coming so you pick up your pace, thumping up the stairs.

Jude follows faster, only a few steps behind you. You hesitate on the first landing, unsure which room will keep you safest from him.

Then you see the bathroom down the hall and make a break for it, rushing to get to safety with Jude hot on your heels driving you faster and faster.

You slip into the bathroom and go to slam the door shut, but a familiar hand grabs the wood and stops it. You let out an indignant squawk as he barges into the bathroom and shuts the door.

"Get out, Bellingham."

"No," He says firmly, staring down at you irritably. He can't help it, he has to explain himself.

"You know I'm right. That dude was not-

"Fuck off," you interrupt him, your voice raw with anger. "I was so calm talking to him until you both came over like a pair of lunatics."

Jude snaps, replying angrily, "Yes, because throwing yourself desperately at him is calmly talking. He was the third man in the night… "

"And yet, this was the third time that the two of you had no right to interfere. Especially you."

You’re so flippant, so nonchalant about the fact that you could've just been used or hurt by a random guy. Broken. If your brother and his constant attention on you during the night, maybe you could’ve committed a mistake.

Jude clenches his fists, only growing angrier when you say flatly.

"Ben and I should be in my room right now. What a bunch of cockblockers...”

"I bet Trent would love to hear that from her little sister. Sometimes you forget that not everybody has good intentions.”

His heart sinks when he recognizes a ruthless glint in your eye, your lips quirking when you replie, "He seemed pretty nice. It was the third guy in this party that left scared. Shouldn’t you just give me a list of the ones that you and Trent consider appropriate for me?.”

Jude sees red, his hands flying to his hair and tugging in frustration. He turns his back on you, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

“I can’t stand to see it. You know that. You do it in front of my eyes.”

"You have no right to be hovering around me scaring the guys that approach me, Jude.”

That's it. What you’ve been waiting all night to happen. At a moment you thought that you weren’t going ti see it, but finally, Jude explodes, whirling around and smacking his hand down on the porcelain sink.

This makes you yelp as he yells, "Yes I do! I do have a right. Because I miss you, dammit!"

You stared at him, your lips parted in obvious shock. Your lips. Jude feels his gaze drawn to them like a magnet.

And then you’re both moving, crashing together before either can stop it.

Jude let's out a groan at the contact, his hands grabbing at your hips. Finally. Your breathing hitches when he bites down on your lower lip harshly. He's still mad, still fucking furious with you. You can tell from the way he's kissing you, hot and so needy it makes your knees shake.

You moan when his tongue eagerly slips into your mouth, rediscovering and reclaiming. There's no fighting for dominance—Jude has it already. You surrender to his control, opening up for it greedily. You want this, you need this.

Your hands fly to his shirt tugging and pulling at it until he finally gets the message and pulls away long enough to shrug the shirt off over his head. You grow dizzy at the sight of his muscular torso, your tongue flicking out to wet your swollen lips. It was obvious he'd been training extra hard. What wasn't obvious was the hours Jude spent working out to avoid thinking of you.

Jude growls low in the back of his throat at the sight of your pupils blown wide. He pulls you back to him, returning his wanting lips to yours. Your hands shake as they slide up over his shoulder blades and the back of his neck.

Jude smirks at the action, giving him plenty of time to slide his lips over his jaw and down to the hollow of your throat. He groans at the feel of you, the taste of your skin. You smell like lavender and the alcohol you´d been drinking. He wants to drown in it. Drown in you.

You gasp when his teeth tug at your skin. He bites and sucks and licks until there is a growing red mark on the side of your throat. Trent is going to kill you both. Your head lolls to the opposite side, weak to his sinful ministrations. Eager for more. Jude licks a stripe from your jaw to the skin under your ear. He pauses when something bumps his nose.

Earrings. The earrings. You still wore them. You still wore the ones that he gifted you.

His heart nearly explodes because maybe this meant it wasn't over, maybe he could undo the things that had been done. His hands fly back into action, untucking your blue t from your jeans and pulling back enough to tug it up over your head.

He lets out a curse when he realizes this whole time you hadn't been wearing a bra. He presses a kiss to your shoulder, waiting before doing anything. Maybe this is a mistake.

You must notice his hesitation, because your cool palms suddenly cup his face and bring his lips back to yours. It's your turn to bite his lip, your teeth playfully nipping at the soft swollen curve of his lower one. The kiss is still angry, hot, and so delicious it makes your toes curl.

No, this was definitely not a mistake.

Jude shakes his head when you try to drop to your knees. He knows what you think he wants. But you’re wrong.

"Turn around," He mumbles huskily, his erection painful in his jeans. He had to have you, he needed to have you.

"No," you scoff, trying to return your lips to his.

"I said turn around," he growls, not missing the way your thighs clench together and your eyes flash. You narrow your eyes but do as you’re told, yelping when Jude pins you front to the sink. Your eyes find yourself in the mirror and you’re taken aback by how needy you look, wanton and hungry. For him. You was always hungry for him.

Jude’s thoughts are disrupted when your ass arches into his cock, making him curse under his breath.

"Fuck, Y/N.”

You smile wickedly at him in the mirror, Jude growing cross at the action. He was in control. He needed to because you’d been slipping through his fingers like sand ever since he went to play to Madrid.

You see the change in him, his eyes darkening sinfully. You gasp and grip the sink tightly when he thrusts against you, your legs shaking from the spark of pleasure.

You were embarrassed, your cheeks turning red when you watch in the mirror as a moan flew from your lips. You try to turn around, but his hands keep you pinned there.

You moan again when you feel his fingers at your front, deftly unbuttoning your pants before slipping his hand inside.

Jude leans his forehead against your back, momentarily breathless from the feeling of your fingers dipping into your slick heat.

"Ju- Jude," you whisper, your eyes fluttering shut as he slowly thrusts one finger in and out of you. It's not enough, not when you knows his cock is just out of reach and can fill you the way you want—need to be.

His hand moves from you core, leaving you feeling empty and on fire with need.

Jude mutters huskily, "Open your eyes. I want you to watch. I want you to see what only I can do to you."

Goosebumps erupt across your skin at his words, your mouth running dry when your pants and panties join the pile of clothes on the floor. Your eyes flicker open, because while you want to tell him to piss off, that he isn't in charge of you any more….you want to see it too.

“You still on the-?” He asks, his hot breath tickling your skin.

“Yes,” you interrupt him immediately.

His belt buckle clinks when he tosses it to the floor. You watch with wide open eyes as he shoves his jeans down just enough to pull his pulsing member out. You run your tongue along your lower lip, your eyes stuck on the spot of the mirror where you can see Jude languidly stroking himself. You want to do it. You go to turn, desperate to hold him in her hand, but Jude reaches up and firmly holds you in place, saying rudely, "Don't."

Your head falls foreword with a gasp when you feel the tip of him teasing your entrance, just barely sliding in before retreating. It was torture. You try desperately to arch back into him, groaning when Jude tuts and stills your hips with his hand.

"Look," He says firmly. You raise your head and stare at Jude in the mirror, your lustfilled gazes locked onto each other as he slowly thrusts into you. Jude swears at the feeling of being inside of you again, moans loudly when you clench around him.

His hand comes around to cup your throat, keeping your head exactly in front of the mirror as he slowly pulls out and thrusts back in. Your knuckles turn white from your grip on the sink, unable to stop the uninhibited moan that tears from your throat. He was filling you so deliciously, so completely in this position. He's slow, but hard and rough in his movements. You cry out when he brushes against that explosive spot within you that has your back arching and your hands scrambling for something better to hold onto.

The contrast of his warm body against your back and the cold sink pressing into you front leaves you breathless.

"Please, Jude," you moan, your head slumping back to rest on his shoulder with your eyes closed. He connects your lips for a harsh, soul shattering kiss. He moans into your open mouth when you circle your hips back on his, trying to get more. The hand that was caressing your throat covers your own that you have pressed against the mirror, his fingers interlocking with yours as he complies with your wishes. He knows what you need.

He thrusts into you faster, harder, the hand not holding yours coming down to grab your hip. You can't make sense of the sounds coming from your own mouth because it's just so good. It's so good with Jude. Because it's the only time you willingly give someone control over your heart, your body.

That familiar warm sensation coils in your lower belly, growing bigger and more warm with each thrust.

"Jude, I-I..." You trail off with a groan, your hips bucking back into his wildly as you approach the peak of arousal, Jude growling huskily in your ear.

"Look, Y/N. Look in the mirror."

It takes all of your strength to open your eyes and lean your head forward, your gaze first finding where your and his hand are locked together, pressed up against the mirror.

Then you find yourself, again shocked by the arousal in your eyes and the poutyness of your swollen lips. You glance up at Jude in the reflection, nearly moaning at how sinful he looks. He commands the energy in the room, his jaw clenched tight as he too fights back his climax. You watch you both now, desperate for this to not end. It was too good.

When his fingers glide across your stomach and dip down to circle your clit your vision goes white, your mouth falling open as a voiceless cry tries to leave you. Jude swears, watching in the mirror as your eyes roll back and your throat bobs and you climax around him, your clenching walls finishing him off and making him groan loudly against your shoulder.

He slumps against you, his arm holding you up as your legs shake against his. He presses a few sloppy kisses to the skin of your back, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tries to regain his breath.

That is when you realize, what have you done. How you have fallen again in this loop. Or how you’d let yourself be touched by the man that left you not so long ago shattered.

"Y/N," He whispers hoarsely, taking in your pink cheeks and cloudy gaze. Lust turns to fear as you quickly separate your hands and bodies, scrambling to pull on your clothes.

Jude feels fear tighten in his chest too, because you’re pulling away faster than he can reel you in.

"Y/N, wait-

The bathroom door slams shut as you flee, barely dressed before disappearing. Your entire body is hot as you can still feel his touch and shame washes over you. You run to one of the bedrooms, hoping Trent doesn’t find you. But most of all, hoping Jude will get out of your mind once and for all.

[poppy-metal]

quick someone revive the pretty woman!au I am thinking of her - reader on the phone with her ex!husband who never fails to make her feel small and undesirable as a woman with his cutting words and his reminder that he left her for a younger hotter piece of ass. she does what she never does, and she drinks. her secret stash of wine she hides from patrick because he's a recovering alcoholic and she wouldn't be a good friend if she had accessible bottles of alcohol when he was around. but she drinks the whole bottle. is nursing another one by the time patrick comes around - and she's somewhere far away, that she shouldn't be.

patrick notices the empty bottle. sees your flushed cheeks and red rimmed eyes and is all to familiar with the look someone drunk off their ass. seen it a million times in the mirror.

hes ready to help you to bed, tuck you in and make sure you drink some water, make a joke about you getting rowdy without him around - all things you've done for him at his lowest - but as soon as he's close enough you're on your knees in front of him. looking up at him with sudden hunger that knocks the breath out of him.

your hands coming up to his jeans - "you don't - you don't bring anyone over cause of me. n'thats not - that's not right..." you slur, sounding genuinely upset.

patrick is confused. his hands hovering in the air by your head - "you're a man." you continue. "a man with -" you hiccup. " - with needs."

at this, he flushes. not in embarrassment as much as in realizing what this is. why you got to your knees. and he's wanted you there for a long time. longer than he cares to admit, but. not like this. not when you're so out of it you can barely finish your sentences.

he grabs your hands as you fumble with his belt buckle. gentle but firm.

"im fine." he tells you slowly. he might make a joke if he thought it'd lighten the situation, but he's learned you're a fragile thing - and sometimes his jokes hurt you when the timing is shit. the timing would be shit here. "you're drunk, baby. let's get you to bed, yeah?"

the endearment fills you with warmth. you've never been anyone's baby. not even your husband called you that, when you were together.

"no." you free your hands from his grip. shuffle closer and fan your hands out over his thighs. your chin nearly brushing against his jean clad crotch as you crane your neck to look up at him like he's a god. he has the body of one. you've thought about worshipping him from this angle alot. it's just now that you have the confidence to do it. liquid courage. your ex husbands words from earlier about how stiff and unyielding you are echo in your head, and maybe with him you were that way, but with patrick - you want nothing more than to be yielding to him. "let me suck your cock."

patrick has to look at the ceiling.

what the fuck? he thinks. half crazed, half pained. why did you have to pull this sultry shit now - of all times? when slotting your mouth open and feeding you his dick was absolutely out of the cards for the night. god was testing him. he wasn't religious, but god was fucking testing him, goddammit.

he swallows and looks back down, shudders out a breath at how soft and open you look. and because he really can't help himself, he lets himself reach down to brush his knuckles across your cheek. soft skin - you lean into it like a kitten - he could so easily slide his hand around to the back of your neck - wind his fingers in your hair, guide you to his -

no. fuck, no.

he steps away from you. shakes his head. scrubs a hand over his jaw.

"can't let you do that. not tonight -"

"is it because you've already gotten your dick wet?"

your voice is high and shrill all the sudden. he blinks at you, suprised.

"no? this has nothing to do with that."

you sniff. shuffle back to your feet and when you wobble he reaches out to steady you and you slap his hands away. he draws back, hurt.

"you sleep with anything that moves except for me, then? is that it? my ass isn't tight enough for you? my tits are starting to sag and it kills your libido? I disgust you so much?"

patrick just kinda stares at you, stunned silent. you shake your head, like that in itself is an answer and begin to walk away, to your room.

alot of emotions go through patrick - worry, for the state you're in and why, though he assumes it's something to do with that limp dicked ex husband. shock, because you've never spoken to him like that before, even been that vulgar. hurt - your words about him sleeping with anything that walks cutting deeper than he'd like to admit. but what he settles on is this - anger.

hes pissed the fuck off.

you're at your door by the time he gets to you - doorknob in hand, twisting it open - and then his hand is in the crook of your elbow and he's yanking you around. he slams your back against your door, hard enough that you gasp.

your open your mouth to - to tell him off - you dont know but before you can do anything he's suddenly in your space, his nose bumping yours he's so close. he's breathing heavy and you have to go near cross eyed to meet his burning gaze.

you realize he's furious. with you.

"is that what we're doing then?" he bites out. his fingers dig into your arm hard enough to make you wince. "throwing a fucking tantrum and lashing out like a brat. all because what? your pathetic excuse for an ex husband whispered some shit in your ear? you know -" he laughs, but you know patrick well enough to know when he laughs at times like this - it's because he's so angry it just bursts out of him like that - because if he didn't laugh, he might scream - "for someone who likes to bitch about how old she is you sure do know how to act like a goddamned kid. you want to suck my cock? ask me like an adult when you're sober enough to not drool down your fucking chin."

he knocks said chin with his fingers, indeed wet with your drool.

you have no words for him. you simply stare in shock as he glares at you for another few heated moments and then let's you go.

you wobble, unsteady, bracing yourself against your door.

"im going out." he tells you, turning. "I'll find somewhere else to sleep tonight." he yanks his keys from the counter he'd left them on.

hes gone before your brain has caught up to your mouth.

still you say, "wait." to the empty air, anyway.

you don't feel drunk anymore.

you just feel like shit.

[anaargent]

Idk if ur requests r open or closed, if they r closed I'm sorry but l've been kinda sad lately :( and I need some Five x Reader. Reader feels a little depressed?? And Five comforts her

Hi dear, I hope you are feeling better. Something is already on the way 💙 kinda short but i hope you like it

FIVE HARGREEVES X READER

- Well well if it isn't my fav little brother -

- Cut the nonsense Klaus, where is she? - Five pushes his brother and advances into the house, quickly locating you, sprawled on the couch, covered by endless layers of sheets - Love, are you okay?I came as soon as possible - Five quickly changes his tone of voice to something affectionate, without seeing Klaus's grimaces before leaving the room.

- It's okay Five, you didn't need to cancel your plans or anything like that, Klaus is very dramatic - you try to assure him, even though your discouraged voice denounced you as a liar.

It had been a difficult day, maybe a difficult week. You felt discouragement slowly creep through your body, leaving you in a stunned and distracted state, but you didn't want to worry Five, the boy took every little detail that bothered you very seriously, leaving aside your daily activities.

He once left work in the middle of a shift because you called in crying, because you were sensitive and your cupcake he had given you that morning fell on the floor, everything mixed together and turned into a snowball. He made a new cupcake, with sprinkles.

- He told me you haven't left the house in two days, two days y/n! And I find out from my alcoholic brother - "ex-alcoholic, Klaus shouts from the kitchen" - do you know how that makes me feel? - Five tries to sound less hurt than he feels, knowing that you sought refuge in his brother instead of him hurt his ego badly, all the acts of service, all his effort meant nothing to you? Didn't you trust that he would be good company when you needed it? Were you leaving him aside?

You, immediately seeing Five's turbulent look, placed both of your hands on his cheek, taking him away from the cruel voices in his mind, he relaxed feeling your soft hands on his face, enjoying the gentle touch - I'm sorry dear, I just wasn't well, it's nothing big. Just... I don't know, it's like a black hole sucking my energy. Maybe I need a break from everything.

Five's eyes light up at the affectionate nickname, careful so that his brothers wouldn't see him in such an affectionate act, he leans in giving you a loving kiss on the lips, watching with delight your face become a red dot - is that right? Then let's take a break.

- But Five your work-

- I asked for time off - he cuts your argument short, smiling triumphantly - I brought a coffee for my favorite girl - he takes a bag, which you only just noticed now, taking out a warm cup and handing it to you - we can order cupcakes, I can also take us for a walk, I read that ten minutes of sunlight really does wonders for the mood. We can also do Abbott Elementary marathons.

Five starts cataloging a list of activities, eager to spend some time with you. It sounds corny, but he was eager for the slightest excuse to lock himself in a room with you and enjoy each other's company. You smile as you sip your coffee, feeling your mood improve with the premise of spending some time with Five, who, even though he hid it very well from his brothers, had a docile and affectionate behavior - Did you plan all this as soon as Klaus called you?

- Well... Five smiles, pulling you into a hug. He stares at you for a while, smiling dazedly when he sees your relaxed and slightly more excited state. He removes some strands of hair that were on your face and kisses your forehead- I don't need reasons to want to be close to my peach - He then kisses your cheek - Maybe a brief plan for when we have free time - He kisses your other cheek - Which I'm more than happy to do right now -He ends by pulling you into a kiss.

You missed his lips, how they gently pressed yours, soft and warm against you. You sigh and Five doesn't miss the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue slowly caressing your mouth, while his hands wander over your hips, exploring and massaging the area exposed by the blouse you were wearing - I don't think it's a bad idea. ...

- I knew that jerk was hiding from us that they were together - Klaus grumbles to Allison.

- He's not good at hiding - she laughs in disbelief that Klaus hadn't found out before - he literally follows her like a puppy, the same Five who massacred the commission. And didn't you notice that he's completely obsessed with S/N?

Klaus shrugs - How could I? I thought it was the young hormones

[luvv-nikki]

Stay with me

Pairing: College!Minho X Fem!Reader (the rest of skz is also mentioned)

Genre: Fluff, a lil angst

WC: 2463

Warnings: Cussing (only like twice), Sweet Minho, mentions of a break up, insecurity, crying, kissing, super sweet and cheesy relationship, mentions of drinking the reader and Minho are already best friends ^^ (I think that’s it)

Summary: Your bestfriend comforts you after a breakup and ends up kissing you leaving you confused

A/N: random brain thought idk how I feel about this though…

You used your spare key to open the door to your best friend's apartment, locking it behind you. You slowly trudged your way to his room, knocking on the door. “Come in.” You heard on the other side of the door and opened it without hesitation. You saw the confusion on Minho’s face as you walked in. “What’re you-“

Before he could finish his sentence, you broke down into tears. He immediately rushed over to you, holding you steady as you hunched over, slowly lowering you to the floor. Minho wasn’t a man of many words, and he knew you were going to tell him anyway, so he didn’t say anything; he just held you close in his embrace, which is all you wanted.

After rocking you back and forth for a little, he picked you up with ease, carrying you bridal style to his bed. He gently put you down, tucking you in and slowly wiping the tears from your face, but it didn’t matter because you were ugly crying, so the tears just came right back. “Stay here," he said before walking out of the room.

You heard parts of the conversation as Minho called Chris. He explained that he was busy and that the boys would have to wait a little later to come over. You then heard commotion in the kitchen before he came back into the room, closing the door behind him. He placed a glass of water on the nightstand next to you before getting in the bed next to you.

You took a sip of the water before putting it back and cuddling up to Minho. It wasn’t weird since you had done it multiple times before. He was your best friend after all. He put your head on his chest, softly caressing your shoulder. It was almost as if it was on cue as you started talking.

“Michael left me.” You choked out through your sobs, and Minho’s face immediately dropped as you rambled to him. “He said Rachel was better, and I just don’t understand. I did everything for him.” Minho never liked your boyfriend—well, your ex-boyfriend now—and he made it obvious with his looks alone. He held you closer, letting you cry on him.

“It’s not fair. Why can’t I be pretty or the perfect girl? I always have to be clumsy or annoying. I wish I could cook without burning the food; I wish I could clean without knocking something over; and I wish I was beautiful. I just wish I was the perfect girl.” Before you could continue, you were cut off by Minho’s lips on yours. Your body reacted before your brain, and you kissed back, letting yourself melt into the touch. He pulled away but didn’t seem bothered in the least; in fact, he didn’t even move away. His face was still inches away from his as you slightly tilted your head up, making eye contact.

“You are the perfect girl. He’s an idiot for losing you, and... you’re so beautiful it makes my head spin even while you’re crying.” He said quietly before wiping the tears from your face, except this time you had stop crying. You slowly slid out the bed and thanked him quickly before making up some stupid excuse for having to leave and rushing out of the apartment.

——

You spent the next few days ignoring Minho, though it was really hard, mostly because you guys were in the same friend group and he had been your best friend nonstop since middle school. You needed him. He was the person you talked to, ate with, did homework with and spent all of your spare time with. You stared down at your homework and realized you haven’t understood anything since high school, but it didn’t affect you until now because Minho would help you with everything, but he can’t now because you were avoiding him.

He had texted and called multiple times. The texts started with him asking if you were avoiding him, then it slowly turned to him asking how you’re handling the breakup, and then there was the “I’m sorry.” Text at 3 a.m.; eventually, he gave up. You have told the other 7 boys about the breakup, and they had been trying to convince you to come out the house, but they didn’t know about what happened between you and Minho.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. You didn’t even think twice before opening it, thinking it was your food. You were very wrong. All eight boys entered your apartment with food, games and drinks. You immediately closed the door and rushed over to Hyunjin. “What are you all doing here?” You asked frantically, looking around.

Hyunjin laughed and patted your head. “You’ve refused to come out your house, so we came to you, plus it’s Friday. Game night.” He said, gesturing over to the boys, who were setting up the board games, card games and Nintendo. You sighed, pinching your nose.

“Game night.” You repeated cursing under your breath.

“Y/N!” Felix said before hugging you from behind and lifting you off the floor, causing you to yelp. “I missed you! Let’s play Mario Kart.” He was so loud, and finally you felt the eyes you'd been avoiding landing on you. You could feel the rage radiating off of Minho from where you were standing, and it was the scariest thing you'd experienced.

Felix put you down, and you slowly backed up to your room. "Listen, I really have work to do, but you guys can," Seungmin’s hand gripped your wrist, stopping you.

“You can’t keep avoiding us. Eat something.” He said simply before leading you to the kitchen, only to be met with Jeongin, who was standing on the other side of the counter, picking up some sushi with his chopsticks and force-feeding it to you.

“We’re your friends,” he said with a fake gag before continuing. “We’re not gonna let you sulk over some idiot for the rest of your life.” He said before eating some sushi himself.

“I’m dying without the only other genius in our friend group.” Hyunjin cried dramatically, getting a synchronized “hey!” from some of the other boys.

They kept you in the kitchen and living room, forcing you to eat and talk to them no matter how hard you tried to get away, and eventually you accepted it and even had fun. Though Minho still hadn’t said a word to you, you could definitely feel him burning holes into the back of your head.

The guys decided to take a few shots, but you opted out along with Minho. Still, the boys begged to play uno. So here you were, all circled around the table, playing a heated card game. “Hey, you guys notice Y/N isn’t all cuddled up with Minho tonight.” Hyunjin teased, causing everyone’s eyes to fall to you and then to Minho, who was all the way on the other side of the table.

“Now this is the breakup of the century.” Jisung whined before letting out a very loud fake cry. You cringed, and he put his hands up in surrender. “Too early? My bad.” He said, and you gestured towards the game so they would keep playing, but the awkward tension was getting the best of you.

“I have to piss.” You said before putting your cards on the table and getting up to go to the bathroom. You could hear the boys humming and calling out as if you had just been called to the principal's office, but you didn’t think much of it. That was until you were trapped in between Minho’s arms against the wall.

“What the fuck is your problem? We’ve been friends for almost our entire lives, and now you’re gonna act like I don’t exist over a stupid kiss?” He said in a whisper, not wanting to cause a scene.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You said simply while trying to duck under his arm, but he just moved it down and put his leg out further, trapping you.

“You won’t even look at me. Look at me.” He said turning your head with his other hand. “Are my feelings a joke to you?"

“What?” You question and he leaned in further his gaze enough to make you weak in the knees.

“You kissed me back, then completely shut me out. You know I like you, so what? Are you just using me for your own personal gain because you know I can’t say no to you?” He asked, and you immediately had a confused expression on your face.

“Wait back up. What do you mean I know you like me?” You asked, and he took a deep breath, his hands moving to your waist and pulling you close to him.

“Don’t play stupid. I’ve been giving you hints since high school.” He muttered, and this only confused you further.

“What? What are you talking about, Min?” You asked and watched how he was now just as shocked as you.

"Y/N, you’re the only girl I talk to and hang out with on a daily basis; I’m nice to you and only you; I do anything you ask; I always try to impress you; I always ask you to go places or do things with me; I’m always looking at you or touching you; and I even sent you flowers on Valentine’s Day, telling you how I felt, and you rejected me and started dating Michael.” He said that, and the last sentence especially made you physically recoil.

“Min… I never rejected you. Michael brought the flowers inside and said they were from him. There was no note. I had no clue you liked me, and I thought you just kissed me out of pity or the heat of the moment. I didn’t want to ruin our friendship with my feelings, so I ignored you.” You explained and watched as the rage fell from his face.

“Are you seriously that oblivious? Must I confess to you in person?” He asked with a small smile. “Alright fine. Y/N, you are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid eyes on, and I never want you out of my sight. I love you, so will you stop being dense and kiss me already? I’ve already been waiting 8 years.” You didn’t hesitate, and you kissed him immediately after he finished. He smirked and kissed you back, pulling you closer.

He slightly pulled away, placing another peck on your lips. “Does this mean I can be your boyfriend?” He asked, and the way Minho worded things was always so perfect. He was so perfect.

“Only if I can be your girlfriend.” You replied, and he smiled, leaning in again.

“Sounds like a deal to me.” He whispered before kissing you again. It was like he was addicted to your lips, especially with his small praises in between kisses.

The two of you were so distracted that you didn’t even notice the presence of Changbin, Jisung and Felix until Changbin squealed like a little girl. Minho immediately let go of you, slightly embarrassed. Changbin was fake fainting and being the biggest fanboy along with Jisung as Felix apologized and tried to get them back to the living room, which didn’t help since Changbin and Jisung started screaming to the rest of the boys about Minho being a sweetheart and how “their ship has finally sailed."

The two of you walked back to the living room, all eyes on you, waiting to see if the news was true or not. Minho slowly grabbed your hand, walking over to the table that was now surrounded by cheering boys. Minho quickly got embarrassed by this and let go of your hand, reclaiming his spot while you reclaimed yours and picked back up the uno game as if nothing happened. That didn’t stop you and Minho from sharing small glances a small smile on both of your faces until one of you got nervous or one of the other boys caught Minho, and his smile would immediately drop back to his neutral face.

Eventually the boys drank themselves to sleep, and it was just you and Min. You didn’t move them much, but the two of you gave them pillows and blankets before silently agreeing to go to your room. You quietly closed the door before sitting on your bed. Minho sat at your desk, looking at the empty paper. Without a second thought, he picked up your pencil and worked through it. You didn’t even realize until he turned around and showed you the paper. “You really can't do anything without me, huh?” He said with a teasing tone, and you rolled your eyes, standing up and walking over to him.

“I didn’t need help; I just didn’t get to it yet.” You replied, causing him to laugh. “Ok seriously? You don’t have to brag about it, smartass.” You replied, snatching the paper out his hand and putting it in your bag.

“What about thank you? I don’t work for free, you know.” He said putting his hands on your waist and pulling you closer.

“I didn’t ask for your help.”

“But you were going to.”

You couldn’t believe this guy’s ego. You scoffed and shook your head because, honestly, he was right, but you wouldn’t admit that. “Thank you, Minho.” You said and tried to walk away, but he pulled you down on his lap.

“You’re welcome, Kitten.” He whispered, his hands caressing your waist while your eyebrow raised slightly.

“Kitten?” You asked, and he smiled.

“What? too soon?” You shook your head and smiled.

“I like it.” You muttered, and he leaned in. You closed the gap, kissing him softly.

“Now that’s a proper thank you.” He said making you giggle. “Let’s get you to bed, hm?” He said while lifting you and carrying you over to the bed. He tucked you in before kissing your head. He went to leave, but you grabbed his hand, causing him to turn back.

“Where are you going?” You asked, and he looked confused.

“To the living room to sleep? Why? are you okay?”

“Stay with me.”

“What?”

“Stay with me.” You repeated, and he scanned your face to see any sign that you were joking. Once he realized you were serious, he came and got in the bed with you, waiting until you turned the lamp off to hold you close.

“If any of the boys see this, I’m telling them you’re holding me hostage.” He said, and you giggled again.

He kissed your shoulder, then your ear. “Goodnight Kitten.” He whispered before leaving more small kisses on your shoulders and neck.

“Goodnight Min.” You whispered back.

[ggidolsmuts]

Guilty Pleasures - Dreamcatcher Gahyeon

"Damnit Gahyeon I've been here for 30 minutes already."

"Sorry sorry! The train was late, and it was packed and I had to wait for the next one," Gahyeon sneaks in the real reason at the end. "And I overslept."

"Ugh, are you this late to schedules? Why do I even put up with you."

"Because that's work, unless you're paying me to be here, this ain't work. And I'm the most good-looking person you know, now shut up and follow me." Gahyeon pulls you into Dongdaemun Fashion Town. You and Gahyeon cut an odd pair—a fashionably dressed yet fastidiously anonymous woman dragging a shabbily attired man around the shops, the two of you stood out for very different reasons. The two of you were rivals in school, but Gahyeon went on to become an idol, and you went on to become an office worker. You suffer each other's company begrudgingly: Gahyeon because you weren't a star-struck fool who asked her for favors, and actually gave her shit when it mattered. You because she stuck around, made an effort to stay in touch rather than fade away and into her celebrity life.

"So who are you meeting? Do you have her insta? Does she have any exes on her profile?"

"Don't they delete all of those?"

"They might just hide their faces, I want to see what they dress like, see what her type is."

"Oh, anyways no, a friend set us up, I just have a name and a pic."

"No college, no background?" You tell Gahyeon what you know, and with a few taps she brings up an instagram profile.

"Is this her?" You're left to wonder if Gahyeon might just be in the wrong line of work as she starts scrolling through the pictures.

"I think so? Looks like the photo." 

"Damn, no guys, or at least guys that look like exes."

"Just pick what you think looks good then."

"Hmm okay, then let's go!" Gahyeon has you following her like a puppy as her head turns on a swivel, walking down the many rows of shops. Suits, t-shirts, outerwear, innerwear, the place had it all.

"This and this, try them together." "Do this one instead." "Try the black one again? It looked better than the navy."

It also happened to have sleek spaghetti tops, skirts, and pretty one-pieces.

"Hold on to these for me?" "How does this look?" "Wait here, I think I liked the other one better."

You swear by the time you exit the market at least half of it is Gahyeon's purchases, and that you're holding all of it.

"Omo, you're such a nice boyfriend, helping her hold all the shopping." An old granny comments at the two of you exiting the area.

"What?" "HE'S NOT MY BOYFRIEND!" Gahyeon shouts loudly over you. "Some of it is his stuff too!"

"Aigoo, poor you." Gahyeon shoots a death glare as you kindly wave your hands at her.

"No granny, we're just friends."

"Do friends do that hmm? Have one person hold everything while the other one walks around like they own the place?" Gahyeon's flabbergasted, her mouth opening and closing comically as she slowly grows redder and redder.

"No no, this is me repaying a favor, she helped me pick some nice clothes!"

"Did she now?"

"Yes I did! Y-You shouldn't comment if you don't know anything!"

"Aigoo sorry, you know, kids these days, all of them are couples. Here, a little something for entertaining little old me." She pushes a box into each of your hands, and you nearly drop yours as you struggle to carry the bags.

"We don't have money," you say automatically, wary of being scammed.

"No no, it's just a little trinket, help you two grow closer together." Before you could thank her she turns around, disappearing into crowd, as quickly as she appeared in front of the two of you.

"Right— Hey!" Gahyeon grabs her bags from you, tossing the box into one of the bags unkindly before stomping off.

"Fuck it, I'll carry themself! Tch!" You watch her crash through the crowd for a little bit before switching to using two hands. You catch up to her quickly and take the shopping bags back from her.

"Come on, you just carry the bag with the box in it." Gahyeon continues to pout, and after some cajoling and a lot of dessert you finally see her off in a taxi, loading the bags into the back seat for her.

"Thanks, let me know how the date goes!"

It went well, we're having a second date next week! Gahyeon swipes away the notification without a thought—it only hinders her from the porn she's watching. She licks the same finger and slips it between her legs once more, your message a mere detour to her destination. A low breath slips past parted lips as she rubs small circles on her clit before pushing two fingers in.

The woman's legs are held open, held at the knees as her partner begins thrusting. The loud slaps of flesh are even louder in Gahyeon's ears. She is forced to stop watching the video as her eyes close, a soft groan as she reaches a peak—a weak one, but it'll have to do. A shower later she finally gets to looking at her phone again.

That's great, see, told you I could dress you well! Gahyeon's message lights up your phone screen, but you don't see it on your desk. You're too busy stroking it, reading smuts and watching porn. Your hand quickens and with a long exhale through your nose you spill into the tissue.

You don't get to her message until the next day.

*Days later*

Gahyeon's walking out of the shower, mostly dry. Something catches her eye as she towels her hair dry—the box the granny had given her. She had forgotten about it and left it on her desk unopened. Curious, Gahyeon flips it open and nearly drops it!

"What..." On the floor lay a simple dildo, innocuous and hopefully unused. Gingerly Gahyeon picks it up, examining it closely. She takes it to the bathroom and washes it before touching it more thoroughly. Why did the granny give her this? And didn't she give you another box, did she give you a dildo too? Gahyeon is lost in thought as the water continues to run over her hands and the dildo. Those thoughts turn dirty as she absentmindedly runs a finger up and down the shaft—fuck, how long had it been since she got laid? The dildo felt longer and thicker between her fingers as she got wetter and wetter between her legs.

Making up her mind Gahyeon cleans the dildo again before turning off the tap and heading to bed. The shorts and panties quickly come off, and Gahyeon spreads her legs, her breath catching as the hard tip of the dildo rubs over her slit—that felt too good already! The tip nudges left and then right, and it pushes her lips open. Gahyeon holds her breath and closes her eyes as she slowly pushes the toy in. Her pussy reacts greedily, swallowing the dildo and tightly squeezing every inch Gahyeon feeds it.

She curses under her breath when it's fully in, and immediately she starts pumping the dildo in and out of her, relishing in the satisfaction of being filled. Gahyeon's arm strains to saw it even faster through her, and the friction is enough to get her there. She plants her feet on the bed and lifts her hips, biting back a moan as she crests over the top, her pussy clenching around the dildo deep inside. She keeps herself plugged for a while longer, the last aftershocks of pleasure making her toes curl on the sheets. Eventually the dildo is extracted, and Gahyeon brings it to the bathroom. She feels the slick on the toy collect on her hand as she strokes it up and down—Maybe I'll keep it, she thinks to herself as she cleans it for the third time. Instead of putting it back in the box, Gahyeon places it in her bedside drawer. She doesn't think about it or take it out again for a long while.

*Said long while later*

I'm sorry, I don't think we'll work out, wish you all the best! You read the message with a sinking heart. You look at the clothes Gahyeon picked for you—all you can do is shrug and shut the closet. You notice an out-of-place box on the closet shelf. Right, that granny had given you the box, and you had simply left it there when you emptied your shopping bag. You open it, and on the list of things you expected to find, a fleshlight definitely wasn't on it. You wash it in the bathroom before placing it on the desk—what do you do with it?

"Fuck it..." you mutter, getting rid of your shorts. No better way to get over an unsuccessful match by stroking your worries away. You fire up the porn, but it is not needed at all. The fleshlight felt amazing, hot and wet around your shaft, and it seems to pulse with life, like a real pussy!

"Hnngh!" Gahyeon squeals as the dildo suddenly feels warm and fleshy inside her. She's still pumping it manually, but it seems to be moving with a mind of its own, getting deeper than she normally would. The intense pleasure sweeps through her body, and Gahyeon bites her t-shirt to stifle her moans. Her legs tense and quiver, and she's quickly rolling to an orgasm as the dildo seems to throb inside her, bigger and harder!

Then the worst happens.

"Gahyeon-ah, are you there?"

Gahyeon stills her hand, keeping the dildo firmly stuffed inside her.

"Y-Yes unnie?"

"I'm going to get some groceries, do you want anything?" Despite her staying still, Gahyeon feels the repeated thrusting of the dildo inside her, and she can't hold on.

"No it's— Ah!" Without the t-shirt to bite on, Gahyeon yelps before biting her lower lip. Her thighs close around her arm, trapping the dildo inside her. The orgasm rages through her, driven to violent heights as it seems to climax with her, throbbing against her clenching walls. Her abdomen seems to get warmer, and Gahyeon rolls over. Her feet kick wildly, and she screams into the pillow as she feels herself getting filled up, the impossibility leading to ecstatic insanity.

"Gahyeon-ah, are you okay? Can I come in?" The voice seeps into her consciousness from a mile away. The dildo has slipped out, taking its place above the wet spot on her sheets.

"N-No unnie, sorry, I stubbed my toe." Gahyeon wipes the drool from her mouth.

"Omo, does it hurt a lot?"

"It's fine, it's fine!" Gahyeon hastily replies. "Actually, can you get me some cola?"

"Cola? Okay sure, I'll be back later."

"Thank you unnie!" Gahyeon takes a deep breath as she hears the footsteps get softer and softer from her door. She grabs the dildo and examines it closely—it doesn't feel lifelike at all, and there's no moving parts, so how could it thrust into her? She dips a finger within herself, yet there's no sign of cum or any other foreign fluid, so why did it feel like she was getting filled up?

"What the fuck..." two people gasp simultaneously.

Across Seoul you're doubled over at your desk, having dumped your load into the fleshlight as it seemed to milk you with a mind of its own. No masturbation ever felt quite like this, like you were having sex with someone! You pumped the toy over and over until the pleasure finally ended. Only now do you remove it from your cock. It felt warm and wet earlier, yet when you look at your shaft, there was nary any lubricant, no slick, and yet you had definitely felt it!

You stumble into the bathroom and wash it clean. Fingers in the fleshlight confirm that there is no motor, no battery, yet it was definitely grasping and clenching around you, seeming to orgasm right before you did. You're too drained to think about it, and you leave it in the box again.

You don't throw the toy away however, and neither does Gahyeon.

The two of you reach an understanding with each other, not that either of you were aware of it—using the toy at certain times felt really fucking good, specifically when you two were both using it at the same time. You two assumed that the toy had some special function at those times, and so it became almost a routine to masturbate then. There were times when it didn't work, when Gahyeon was abroad on tour—timezones threw it off, but neither of you made the connection.

There was the nagging fact that the granny had given you both a box, but neither of you wanted to bring it up with the other person. How could Gahyeon ask you about the dildo she got? How would you even bring up the fleshlight with Gahyeon? The indulgence of the toy became a guilty pleasure for both of you, something intimate that should be kept at arm's length otherwise. The two of you remained blissfully oblivious about each other's nighttime proclivities until one road trip.

"Aish Gahyeon, we're not going to make it in this jam! How are you late on Lunar New Year's eve? You still had schedules?!"

"No I just overslept my nap okay? Blame our families, why do they have to live so far from Seoul!" The two of you are stuck in what could be called "traffic", although that requires some movement of cars. As far as you can tell, you have moved about a meter in the past hour, and the sun is already setting.

"What does the navigation say?" you groan and ask Gahyeon.

"Uhh, 3 hours."

"Fuck, we're gonna miss dinner."

"Yeah... Sorry." You bite your tongue, deciding not to further cuss out Gahyeon for making you miss your dinner with the family.

"It's fine, let's just see how far we get, then figure things out." You continue tapping on the steering wheel, but it doesn't make the cars go any faster, and an hour becomes two, and then two and a half. You make your decision, swinging across several lanes towards an exit.

"What are you doing?!"

"It's too late, we might not even make it before midnight. Just tell your parents you'll come in tomorrow. Let's find a motel or something to stay for the night, it'll be way less jammed tomorrow morning."

Gahyeon lets out a long breath and sighs, "Want me to text your parents too?"

"Yeah, thanks."

You manage to take the exit off the highway, and Gahyeon directs you to a motel she found on her phone.

"Room for two?" The concierge asks.

"No, two rooms please, just for the night." You ignore the weird look from the concierge and look at your phone, responding to your parents' message.

"Of course, here are your keys."

"Thanks." The two of you go to your neighboring rooms, but before you can slam the door in frustration, Gahyeon asks quietly.

"Do you want to do dinner together? Might as well." She's right, not like you have anyone else to eat with.

"Sure, might as well," you sigh. Dinner was a sullen and quick affair, the two of you a lonely duo in the otherwise empty fast food joint—the only place that was still open.

"What time should we head out tomorrow?" Gahyeon asks you on the elevator up to your rooms.

"7 am? Is that too early?"

"No, I won't oversleep, promise!"

"Good, I'll leave you here otherwise." You wouldn't of course, but just to scare her into actually waking up on time for once. Gahyeon sees through it easily though, offering you a hug.

"Liar, have a good night, and happy new year I guess."

"Happy new year, night." You sigh and flop on the bed. You check your messages again—more pics of the feast you should have been eating. Aimlessly you scroll through your phone, until you hear something you really, probably, shouldn't have heard.

"Mmm..." Gahyeon moans softly. She felt terrible for oversleeping, frustrated at herself for making you late, for making you miss your family dinner as well. She needed relief, so she's sprawled out on the bed, pushing the dildo into herself.

"Ah..." In addition to it being something you shouldn't have heard, you really shouldn't be getting hard at listening to Gahyeon get herself off. But you're too aroused you can't bring youself to put on earphones, so you reach for the fleshlight instead to work off your stress—might as well make the most of the "distraction".

"Nngh!" Gahyeon lifts off the bed suddenly as the dildo is "active" again. She checks her phone quickly—it's outside of the dildo's normal “schedule”, but she's not going to complain as it throbs and penetrates her delightfully. Propping herself against the headboard she sits up and plants her feet on the mattress. Gahyeon's toes curl and grip the sheets as she plunges the dildo into her with more purpose. Now she's going to get fucked.

You groan under your breath as you pump the fleshlight over your shaft. It is tight and wet, even more so than usual—surprisingly it is "working" at this time. Gahyeon's moans get louder through the wall, and you stroke it even faster, even harder.

Gahyeon's biting her shirt again, and she's starting to slide back down the bed as the pleasure overwhelms her. The dildo is particularly active, striking her powerfully deep, even faster than usual.

"Hmmmm!" Her hips lift off the bed in orgasm as she's driven to her first of the session. Gahyeon's body seizes up in pleasure, and her arm is rigid, keeping the dildo plugged firmly in her body. It seems to keep thrusting, and Gahyeon shuts her eyes and bites down on her shirt further.

The fleshlight tightens around you perfectly in time with Gahyeon's deep moan, and it urges you to your peak. You hear Gahyeon panting and gasping through the wall, seemingly riding out her own intense orgasm, and you squeeze the fleshlight so tightly you might break it.

"Yah! Mmmmm, mmph!" Gahyeon yelps as the dildo continues moving. Normally one orgasm would be enough, and the dildo would "orgasm" too. Little did she know that you are extra-motivated from her moans, and you last longer than your normally do. Gahyeon has to twist into the pillow, moaning loudly into it as she cums again. The sound waves make their way through the wall, and it becomes unstoppable waves of pleasure in your body.

"Fuck!" Your moan is short but loud, and you finally explode into the fleshlight.

Gahyeon doesn't hear your moan, too lost in pleasure as the dildo seems to finally "orgasm" too, going rigid before throbbing wildly inside her. The familiar warmth of a creampie, imaginary or otherwise, makes her sigh as she goes limp on the bed.

Separated by a thin wall, the two of you come down from your orgasms, toys thickly coated with bodily fluids. You eventually sneak out of your room with fleshlight in hand, looking to quickly wash it in the communal bathroom. You then go for a shower, and as you finish up, you run into Gahyeon leaving her room, and you hurriedly pocket the fleshlight.

"H-Hey."

"Oh it's you, umm hey. Have a good night!" Gahyeon blushes, and she's hiding something behind her back. She hurries by you, and though you don't see what she's holding exactly, you turn to see her placing a box on the sink—the exact same box you have, the one the granny gave you!

A crazy thought forms in your head, and you had to ask Gahyeon. You wait to hear her return to her room before jumping up and knocking on her door.

"Hey, are you sleeping soon? I have a question." Gahyeon peeks through the gap in the door.

"Not yet, come in." Gahyeon sits on the bed, dressed in a large t-shirt and shorts underneath. "What's up?"

"So umm, I happened to see the box you were holding earlier." Gahyeon's eyes widen and she blushes. "Is that the box the granny gave us last time?"

"Y-Yes? I was just using it to hold my makeup."

"Can I ask what was in your box?"

"My makeup!"

"No, when she first gave it to you. Was it a... An adult toy of some sort?" Now you're blushing with her. Gahyeon one-ups you and blushes deeper, nodding.

"Okay, so it wasn't just me. Listen, don't freak out, but does it feel really good sometimes, when you use it?" Her eyes widen in shock, how would you know that?

"Don't kill me, but I overheard you umm, using it just now, did it feel really good then?"

"Yes," Gahyeon replies hoarsely, her throat suddenly dry. No way, no fucking way.

"Okay so I, mmm, I was using mine too, just now." The silence hangs in the air, the implication clear.

"No, not possible. Bullshit."

"I know, I guess, but—"

"Get out, I'm going to sleep."

"Gah—"

"Out, I'll see you tomorrow." You sigh and get up from your chair.

"Okay, good night." You return to your room and bang your head against the door. That conversation went about as well as you could expect. Now you're just left with a burning curiosity—is the fleshlight connected to Gahyeon's toy? Were you "feeling" Gahyeon?

Little did you know that the same question was burning a hole in Gahyeon's mind too, and she tossed and turned as she tried to sleep. What, or who was she feeling? Was it you, no way, right? She didn't want to think about it, to continue using the dildo worry-free, but she couldn't help it, especially as she stared at the box across the room.

It was almost a little too much guilt in the term "guilty pleasure", and so you are surprised but relieved when Gahyeon wakes you from your sleep, rapping the door loudly.

"Who is it?" you mumble sleepily.

"Me, I want to come in." She barges in as soon as you open the door, and you see she's holding a dildo. "Where is it?"

"What?"

"The box, the toy." You hand her the box, and she takes the fleshlight out. You can't read Gahyeon's expression, and she's holding it so tightly you fear she might just throw both toys on the ground and smash them.

Gahyeon's more nervous than she lets on, but she keeps her voice steady and tosses you the fleshlight.

"Let's use it, let's find out."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I need to know. Are you going to be able to use it if you don't?"

"I... No, same. Okay, how do we do this?"

"I-I don't know," Gahyeon admits, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Maybe we should just face away from each other?"

"Okay, I'll sit here then." Gahyeon turns to see you sit in the hotel chair, your back turned to her.

"Don't turn around, I'll- I'll take off my shorts." You hear the rustle of clothes, and silently you slip off your own boxers as well. "I'll go first." The slight breath she expels is more than enough to drive your imagination wild.

"Is it in?"

"I thought I should be the one asking you that," Gahyeon jokes shakily. "Go ahead."

"Okay, putting it in now." You groan at the wetness enveloping you, but is nothing compared to the erotic whimper Gahyeon makes. It is pointless for you to ask her if she feels it.

"Turn around," she orders you quietly.

"What?"

"I don't believe it, turn around, I need to see it."

"I'm not wearing my boxers Gahyeon."

"I know, please, I just need to see it." You settle for an inbetween, grabbing your discarded boxers and covering yourself best you can. You swivel the chair around, taking in Gahyeon—her t-shirt hides most of her body, but it fails to hide her smooth legs. The fabric bunches up at the very end, unable to hide the fact that her hand is between her thighs.

"Here." You push the boxers down your thighs, showing off the fleshlight over your cock.

"Move it— ah..." Gahyeon moans when you do as she says, giving the fleshlight one pump. You feel her moan, the toy clenching around your cock and getting wetter. She's bent over in pleasure, her long hair tickling her thighs.

"T-There, enough?"

"No, I need to see nngh— feel you move it, keep going." Slowly she shifts one leg, and then the other, on to the bed. Her hair still obscures her vision, but your gaze is unobstructed. Underneath her shirt you can see the dildo slowly moving in and out of her, copious coating of collecting contentment conclusive confirmation of her condition—close, so close! Soon Gahyeon disappears from sight as you close your eyes to relish the feel of her pussy clenching on you. The two of you silently masturbate, pumping fleshlight and dildo over and into your bodies.

"Fuck!" "Gahyeon!" The two of you harshly whisper into the room, and it snaps you out of it. You two look straight at each other, eyes wild and needy. Only one thought is in your mind.

Fuck Gahyeon.

The toys are tossed aside as you launch yourselves at each other. Your body weight means you land on top of her, and in an instant Gahyeon's grabbing your shaft, lining you up. Unreserved moans leave the two of you as you plunge straight into her. Her fingers grip your arms tightly, and her desire is clear.

Fuck me.

Her hand grabs your ass needily, trying to shove your dick into her like a dildo. Your hand is on her butt, squeezing and groping it, trying to use her like a fleshlight as you pull her towards you. It is less sex and more mutual masturbation the way you two are treating each other, as a tool for maximum pleasure.

Gahyeon is growing a taste for your meat in more ways than one—she's biting on your shoulder hard enough to draw blood. The dildo was good, but this real dildo is ten, no, a hundred times more intense! She came on the first thrust, and then the third, and then the seventh, and then she loses count.

The fleshlight felt more amazing than ever before, and you thrust madly into it. Gahyeon's cries feed your arousal, and you're pounding into her, pulling her up against you to stroke yourself faster. Her legs hook around your thighs, and her nails dig into your arms—she needed this just as much as you did. You never wanted to stop, but your body has its limits.

"Ah!" Gahyeon's voice cracks as you unload into her "fleshlight", flooding her with cream. She grabs on your dildo tightly, milking it to further that sensation of warmth—she finally feels real and thick cum coating her walls.

You collapse on top of her, and you are greeted with bare skin. It smells nice, and you bury your face in it, kissing and sucking on it. You feel lips on your neck too, and you groan in response. When your heartbeat finally stabilizes, reality sets in.

What the fuck did you just do? Who the fuck did you just do?!

You try to get off Gahyeon, but she holds you close, holds you in her.

"N-Not yet." She slips out from underneath you and gets on all fours. It was a sight to raise the dead, a sight to revive your spent erection—Gahyeon's ass presented in front of you, your load seeping out of her, A visible handmark is on a cheek, from where you grabbed her ferociously. She doesn't turn back to speak to you, instead taking off her t-shirt and burying her head in the pillow.

"Use me... Get us off."

Gahyeon's head is still in the clouds as you push into her from behind. How many times has she been in this position before, on all fours as she tried to shove the dildo deeper into herself? Yet her hands are free now, free to pull on the sheets as she lets herself get penetrated over and over.

This "dildo" is so much better! she moans to herself—she pushes herself deeper into the pillow to muffle her moans, in denial of everything she's experiencing. She doesn't really want to acknowledge the fact that it is you doing it to her, pumping her full of ecstasy. The dildo was supposed to be just a toy, and you are supposed to be just her friend, not her fuck buddy or lover. Yet here Gahyeon is, creaming herself all over your shaft like never before, letting you shove your cum deeper into her. It's so filthy it's good.

She prays you don't hear her squeal when you press yourself against her back and your hands find her peachy perky breasts. Fuck, no dildo ever felt her up like that! Squeezing and pinching and pulling at her chest, Gahyeon's careening into another orgasm, making you grow harder, ready to burst.

Through her climax Gahyeon feels you get deeper into her, far deeper than the dildo has done before. It's no longer mutual masturbation—you're humping her, having sex with her, fucking her now. Heat wells in Gahyeon's core, eager for you to reach your peak, she needed to know you felt good, that she's making you feel good, just as much as you make her feel good. Your tip bumps against the entrance to her womb, and she surrenders.

He's making me cum again!

Gahyeon finally moans your name, admitting the fact that you, not the dildo, are the one giving her all the pleasure in the world. It is the most erotic sound you’ve ever heard—your stamina goes to zero, and you're firing everything you have left into her. The two of you freeze in place, your hands still squeezing her tits, kneading them like her pussy massages your shaft. You line her walls with ropes of seed, and only when you relax does Gahyeon go limp, falling forward onto the bed with you closely behind. The two of you breathe heavily, exhausted and drained. Bodies tangled together you fall asleep almost immediately, too tired to even process what just happened.

You wake up the next morning to a loud voice message from your parents.

"Yah, I thought you're making it for lunch?! Are you on your way yet?" You check your phone—it's 11 am!

"G-Gahyeon!" You hastily remove your arms from around her, but she grabs them and draws them back around her.

"Mmm, just a little longer..."

"Gahyeon we have to go!" you hiss. She snaps wide awake upon recognizing your voice and throws your arm off her.

"Uh... Uh..." She's speechless, holding up the sheets to cover her body. She blushes when she sees her clothes strewn all over the floor.

"We should er, clean up, I'll see you downstairs in half an hour." You face away from her, and hastily she gathers her belongings and runs back to her room.

The two of you are a disheveled pair when you check out of the motel, and the final stretch back home is deathly silent.

"Listen—" you start as you reach Gahyeon's place.

"Thanks for the ride, let's talk soon okay?" Her glance tells you she did not want to talk about it right now. “Happy new year.”

"Yeah, happy new year."

Your parents fuss over you, stuffing you full of food, and the relatives visiting are a welcome distraction from Gahyeon. It is merely a distraction though, as you stop in front of Gahyeon's place mere days later to drive her back.

"Aigoo, thanks for driving Gahyeon back, are your parents well?" Gahyeon's mom and dad greets you warmly.

"Yes they are, thanks for asking, I hope you are well too!"

"Gahyeon hurry up, don't make him wait!"

"I know I know!" She dumps her suitcase in the back before taking a seat in the back. Well, she would have, until her mom slaps her on the hand.

"What is he, your chauffeur? Go sit in front! He'll get bored driving back by himself with no one to talk to."

"It's okay, she doesn't have to—" But her dad is already opening the door and shoving Gahyeon in.

"Have a safe drive back!"

"We will, bye!" Gahyeon's parents disappear from the rear view mirror as you speed away. She takes her mom's words to heart and eventually breaches the silence.

"Did you have a good new year? Are your parents well?" 

"Yeah, thanks, you?"

"Yeah, it was good, you saw them, they’re doing good."

"Yeah."

You stop at one of the many traffic lights on your way back to Seoul, and you take a deep breath.

"Can we talk about what happened?"

Gahyeon nods, and between the traffic and the lights, you two spend a long time talking.

*Weeks later*

Your phone buzzes, and the message prompts you to check your phone. It's 2 in the afternoon.

Hey, you up? 

it's 2 pm, of course I'm up

call?

ok

Gahyeon calls you, and you find the fleshlight before picking up.

"Are you busy?" she asks.

"No, why would I be busy on a weekend?"

"It's still Friday here." Right, she's on tour again.

"What time is it?"

"Dunno, like midnight? We just finished a show."

"Shouldn't you be asleep then?"

"That's why I called you didn't I? Video?"

"Sure." The screen flickers on to show Gahyeon's bare face, her eyes already drooping. She smiles sleepily when she sees you.

"Hey."

"Hey yourself, you look like you're already sleeping."

"No I'm not!" she opens her eyes wide in defiance, but as soon as her head hits the pillow again they close a little.

"Fine, are you ready?"

"Mmhmm."

"Putting it in." The two of you gasp in pleasure as you bring the fleshlight over your cock.

"You're wet."

"Well yeah, was trying to get one off before bedtime, but here we are. Hnngh slowly!" She whines as you pull the fleshlight out too quickly.

"Oops sorry! How's the tour?" you catch up with Gahyeon, watching her body rock slightly as she slowly plunges the dildo into herself offscreen.

"Good, fun, long, wish I was back home." You're slowly moving the fleshlight over yourself, the two of you having lazy sex from across the oceans.

"That sucks, how many more days?"

"A week I think, then I'm back."

"Cool, can't wait." You miss Gahyeon's slight blush, your eyes closing as she grips you tighter.

"Y-yeah, can't wait, now shut up and do me." The two of you move your toys more needily, and the call devolves into soft moans, quiet pleads of "Right there!" and "Yes!" You watch Gahyeon bite her lower lip, stifling a loud moan when she climaxes. Across timezones you feel her clench around you, and you grunt and cum into your toy. For your benefit Gahyeon keeps the dildo in her until you finally open your eyes again.

"Feel good?" she asks, almost mischievously.

"Yeah, you good?"

"Wonderful, thanks for the help."

"Of course, have a good night Gahyeon."

"Thanks, good night oppa."

The call ends and you go to wash the toy once more, questioning again what sort of twisted relationship have you gotten into with Gahyeon.

She gets back a week later and immediately drags you out shopping.

“Did I really just let you bribe me with food to carry your bags?” you mutter as Gahyeon drops another bag on your overladen arms.

“No, you let yourself let me bribe you with food to carry my bags, thanks! Oh, that looks good over there!”

"Hi there! Are you two a couple?" You and Gahyeon freeze in place, but thankfully it is not any granny, but a regular salesperson.

"Ah no, we're not," you answer for the two of you, stepping in front of Gahyeon before she could explode at them.

"My mistake, I'm so sorry, I thought—"

"What if we are?" Gahyeon interrupts the salesperson from behind you.

"Eh? Oh, well we just have a promotion for couples, it's a couple set, you get good food and it comes with matching cups that you can bring home with you. I thought maybe you two would be interested."

"We are then, shall we, oppa?" Gahyeon blinks her eyes cutely at you. “Remember I’m paying, so I choose,” she adds, threatening you adorably.

"S-Sure." You roll your eyes and let Gahyeon drag you away. When was the last time getting free stuff went wrong for the two of you?

You look at Gahyeon smiling back at you and your heart skips a beat—maybe nothing has gone wrong yet after all, but your life has certainly been turned upside down.

A/N: Happy lunar new year! Spent time traveling and with the family, so didn’t have much chance to write.

This is one of those rare ideas where I don’t even know how I came up with it, in what world does “magically connected sex toys” make sense, it doesn’t even pop up in JAV or hentai! Anyways, hope it worked well, somehow made it a little fluffy at the end too, thanks for reading!

[dollfaceksj]

Omggggggggg that was so good!! Pls tell me you’ll actually continue that drabble, you took that request and rannnn omg the suspense is definitely there

well now u make me wanna continue so here’s a ??? continuation????? (mind u im just freestyling/improvising as i go)

this is really lengthy my bad. i just cant stfu for the life of me

ps: this takes place about 2 weeks after the first drabble!

taste of a poison paradise | jjk (m) #2

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“who was that?” you ask your friend slash classmate, eunbi, with a nod to her phone

she had left the room to pick up a phone call which she usually doesn’t do?? so ofc ur intrigued.

not to mention the smile on her lips like she just won the lottery??

“hm?” she looks a bit out of it before she realizes what you just asked. “oh. no one.”

hm.

you don’t like that.

your curious nature doesn’t like that.

“oh, come on,” you whine as you nudge her hip with your foot from where you’re laying in her bed

it’s not any of your business but you want to know

life around here is boring okay.

“stoppp,” she giggles as she slaps your foot away before tucking her phone into her jeans

“oh, my god. are you seeing someone?” you sit up the moment you notice her cheeks reddening

she shakes her head. “nah.”

hm. what else could it be?

“ex?”

“hell no. she’s blocked on every thing.”

yeahh… her ex was a fucking weirdo.

“sneaky link?”

she doesn’t reply to that.

she doesn’t REPLY TO THAT.

sooo. it’s a sneaky link.

you reach for her wrists and tug her down onto the bed. “who is it?”

she lets you pull her down and she groans but she can’t help but smile

you know you’re being pushy but you need to know NEOW

“look at you being all giddy! you have to tell me now.” you just need a bit of juice and gossip tbh

it’s been too long since something interesting has happened in your life

about a month ago your own sneaky link cried on top of you while he was balls deep in you because he missed his ex

what a fucking bitch 😭

she finally says, “you don’t know him, he’s not even in our year.”

not in our year?

but you’re seniors in uni.

that could only mean that..

that he’s younger.

“not in our year? okay, cougar.”

“stop! this is why i didn’t wanna say anything,” she huffs as she pushes you off but you pull her right back

“i’m just messing with you, sorry, now tell me!!”

she sighs and sits up straight, tucking a lock of her short black hair behind her ear

“his name is jeon jungkook and he’s a junior, but he…”

the rest of what she says doesn’t even reach your brains anymore

there’s no fucking way

there’s absolutely no fucking way???

you cut her off mid-ramble. “jeon jungkook?”

she glances at you and her smile slowly fades. “you know him?”

you blink at her in disbelief for a few moments.

“are you…?”

huh?

oh god.

is she

is she implying you’re also having sex with jeon jungkook?

“what? no! gross.” you shake your head. “he’s my friend’s friend.”

she frowns as she listens to you but then you watch the realization set on her face. “oh, that’s right, you’re good friends with taehyung.”

you slowly nod but you can’t seem to ignore how dry your mouth has gotten

what are the fucking odds…

“i didn’t know he was fuckin’ like that.”

“that’s because he tells all the girls he fucks to keep it to themselves.” she says it so nonchalantly that it’s got you a bit confused. “so don’t tell anyone!”

ALL THE GIRLS HE FUCKS?

there’s gotta be some kind of camera in the corner, recording you getting pranked

besides this being about jungkook, it still doesn’t make a lot of sense

“why would he do that? don’t guys get off on flaunting how many girls theyve fucked?”

she shakes her head and kisses her teeth loudly

“not him. you wanna know why?” she looks around the room as if anyone’s eavesdropping

you automatically lean in closer

you can’t help it, the curiosity gets the better of you

not that you’re interested in him!!!!

you’re just… down for some juice and gossip

“he doesn’t fuck girls for the validation of other men.” she smirks as she leans back on her palms. “he fucks girls because he loves fucking them.”

…

?

oh

ha.

haha

😂😂😂 okay

that singlehandedly knocked the air out of your lungs

HUH???

but eunbi is not finished

no, she keeps talking

“like.. he’s obsessed with eating pussy. and he’s so fucking good at it.”

alright. that’s enough

“okay, i get it, jesus.” you hold your hand up, motioning for her to stop talking

she laughs loudly. “i thought you wanted to know?”

your karma for being a nosy bitch.

“are you sure you’re not pranking me?” you ask her, still unable to process half the things she just told you

“why would i be lying?”

you fight the urge to stare at her with a blank expression and say Girl.

“eunbi, he looks like he naruto ran in his school hallways until 10th grade.”

she chuckles and shakes her head at your assumptions about him.

“you’d be surprised, y/n. i’m pretty sure he’s fucked most girls in our year.”

WHAT?

there’s no fucking way

what the hell

so he really doesn’t want people to know?

is it a reputation thing?

maybe he’s conservative.

in theory at least?

cause how else would that work

and now you’re intrigued.

that intrigue dies about an hour later when you’re bored out of your mind and decide to go bother tae

“there’s my fav girl!” he yells into the corridor as he swings the door open

you slap your hand right on top of his mouth. “your neighbors, you idiot!”

“oh, right right.”

he’s so dumb seriously

he lets you in and you go to sit on his bed, it’s more comfortable than his couch

“are you expecting anyone else?” you ask, plugging your phone in his charger. you haven’t seen joon in a while.

he thinks about it for a moment. “jungkook’s coming over in like 5 minutes.”

ah

lol

alright

well

perfect opportunity to see if the rumors are true, no??

he’ll break like a dam under pressure

he can’t even look you in the eyes. it’ll be a piece of cake

and then you get an idea to get tae OUT.

“ughhh, i’m really in the mood for some doritos.” you hope he’ll offer to go to the store so you can have a few minutes alone with so-called pussy king jeon jungkook

he shoots up from his couch. “i got some in the kitchen.”

fuck

new plan

you kiss your teeth with a loud smack. “do you have ice cream?”

he thinks about it. “i have a ben & jerry’s tub in the freezer.”

“what kind?”

“strawberry cheesecake.”

bingo

“ughhh, i was really craving some chocolate chip cookie dough.” you add a whine to your tone in hopes you can sell the act

“i’m pretty sure you can order some on uber eats.”

for fuck’s sake

how annoying

“it’s so much more expensive, though.” you try to reason with him

he frowns at you. “so, what do you want me to do?”

you flutter your eyes innocently at him. “will you go to the nightshop?”

he groans

loudly

“you want me to go there for a tub of ice cream?”

“i’m starting my period soon, tae. pleaseeee.”

your period actually just ended but he doesn’t need to know that

a loud sigh leaves his mouth. “alright.”

you blow him a kiss as he leaves through the front door, keys, wallet and phone in hand

not long after tae leaves, the doorbell rings

heart drops straight into your ASS

why are you nervous YOU WANTED THIS

why are you nervous IT’S JUST JUNGKOOK

you swing the door open and well..

there he is

jungkook is a bit startled

he definitely did not expect to see you here

“oh.”

you tilt your head to the side as the surprised sound leaves his lips

his pretty pink lips

the wide cupid’s bow and the double lip rings in the bottom right corner of his mouth

wait

what the FUCK are you doing

SAY SOMETHING DUMB BITCH!!!

“hi.”

… bitch.

hi. REALLY?

“hey,” he chuckles, big black eyes softly squinting at you as his lips stretch in a smile

if you knew him better you’d say that was … mockery.

but wow. that uhhhh was pretty hot

STOP THINKING

“is he here?” he asks, peeking into the seemingly empty apartment

“he’s picking up some snacks from the store. do you want anything?” you step aside to let him in

he walks in and kicks off his shoes

the moment he walks past you to go sit on the couch drives you up the fucking wall

cause he smells

so

fucking

good

“no, thank you.”

you shut the door behind him, wondering why now all of a sudden your heart is beating a mile a minute

he reaches for a controller but comes to an abrupt halt. “d’you mind if i play till hyung gets here?”

hyung

HYUNG

constant reminder that he’s younger than you. GRRRR

you chuckle and wave your hand at him in dismissal. “it’s not like you guys do anything different anyway.”

he glances at you for a moment before deciding not to comment and starting up the console, switching the channel to one of the hdmi slots

another stupid idea

you slowly approach the couch and sit next to him

his eyes slowly shift a few centimeters in your direction but they never reach your figure

he must find it weird cause you ALWAYS claim the bed

ALWAYS!!!

nonetheless, he starts up his video game

“what game is that?” you find yourself asking him something you’ve never given a shit about in your entire fucking life

why would you do that you dumb bitch😭

he slowly glances at you, eyes lingering on your face.

his eyes drop to your lips for a split second before he returns his gaze to the tv. “it’s an rpg.”

hm.

right!

you don’t know what the fuck that is

“what does rpg mean?”

to that, he frowns. this is the most you’ve ever talked to him and you wanna talk about final fantasy?

he answers anyway. “role-playing game.”

ha.

lol.

don’t do it

don’t you fucking do it

“ah. you into role-play, jungkook?”

FOR FUCKS SAKE

oh and the way you said his name YOU NEED TO BE SEDATED

he fully turns his head to you, a blank expression on his face. you can’t tell what he’s thinking at all

just as he looks like he’s about to answer, the front door swings open and it makes him scoot away from you.

….you didn’t even fucking notice he’d gotten closer

FUCK

taehyung appears in the doorframe with a plastic bag in his hand and his usual chirpy expression. “what did i miss?”

to..be…..continued???

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Your Eyes & Iridescent Moonrise

Joe Burrow x Female Reader

Series Summary: You, one of the top actresses in the world find yourself falling for the unbelievably attractive quarterback, Joe Burrow. But as Joe falls faster he finds that everything isn’t so golden about the world’s golden girl.

Acts: 4/?

Status: Ongoing

Please read the warning careful for this chapter. Proceed with caution; some content could be triggering!

Warnings: female!reader, smut, swearing, oral (m&f receiving), vaginal fingering, unprotected sex, taking plan b, mentions of toxic past relationship, age gap between ex and reader, mentions of past abusive relationship,

Act 4 Summary: You try your best to leave the past.

Word Count: 8.4k

Series Masterlist

You stand in your dressing room with Jackson pacing as his assistant tries to clean his shirt.

"Call the cops and have her arrested."

"Jackson-"

"She threw hot coffee on me! It could have burned my face. My chest!" He shouts.

"I'm sorry. Please, I'm begging you, don't call the cops. She didn't mean to do it."

"Claire, get out!" Jackson snatches the shirt from her, and his assistant scurries out of the room. Jackson steps close to you, and you cower.

"She's going to jail. She is going to pay for what she did to me." He whispers through clenched teeth.

"I'm begging you. I will take responsibility for it."

Jackson chuckles and steps back.

"I don't see you begging." He whispers. You brush your hair off of your face. Jackson's eyes stare at you, then slowly towards the ground, giving you his command without words. You slowly lift your skirt so you get on your knees. Clasping your hands together, you ask him to forgive Eliza.

"I want an apology from that bitch." Jackson sits in your chair as you reach your feet and leave the room to find Eliza with security. You grab her hand and bring her to the room. Jackson sits in your chair like a king, his right leg hanging over his left leg with a wide grin.

"Eliza, apologize to Jack-"

"Oh, he can go to hell. I will never apologize to him." She cuts you off, and you stare at her, stunned. Jackson shrugs.

"Eliza, please just say sorry. He's going to have you arrested." You warn her.

"Beg. She needs to get on her knees and beg for forgiveness. Or be charged with assault." Jackson smirks, and Eliza balls her fist.

"I would rather be in jail. It will be a slap on my wrist."

"You have no idea how many people I have on my payroll. Do you? Are you sure you want to take your chances, E?" Jackson asks. Eliza chews her bottom lip.

"I'll-"

You get back on your knees, begging, shocking Eliza.

"I'll forgive the act because my sunshine is such a pleaser. She knows how to keep me happy. Learn how to do the same, or you will find out how much power I have." Jackson says, standing up and walking out. You start crying as Eliza pulls you to your feet.

"Eliza, you have to stop. I know you want to help, but it will come back on me in the end."

"He assaulted you. Kissing you without permission. No, fuck him! When will it end!"

"Eliza, stop! I told you guys. I told you from the very beginning that he wouldn't stop. He's never going to let me be happy. It's him or no one." You scream. Eliza is silent. She reaches out to you, but you walk away. You return to the set, where everyone whispers about how wild that was. You apologize, saying she must have tripped. Jackson pulls you close and kisses your forehead.

"So, is this a thing?" Your costar asks. You shy away as Jackson pulls you close to his side. You're sick to your stomach and can't pull away.

"God, I knew it! The blue eyes threw me off on that post." Another chimes in. Eliza stands to the side, watching everything. You're so unreachable, and it breaks her heart. If only she met you years ago. Eliza decides to wait in the car and call Joe about what happened.

"He what? I was going to tell her sometime this week before the news broke, but I don't know. Jackson will be a co-owner soon. This is only going to push her further away from me. Every time we take one step forward, he drags us five steps back. I hate this guy." Joe shouts. Eliza leans her head against the window.

"Fill Janet in on everything. We'll fly out to you this weekend." Eliza hangs up as you enter the van.

"Do you want to go stay with Joe for a little?" Eliza asks. You stare out the window, thinking about what the next moves should be. Nodding your head, you grab your phone and book a flight to Cincinnati. Joe welcomes you with open arms. You find yourself lying in bed and melting in his warm embrace.

"I have training in the morning but feel free to lay here until I get back," Joe says, looking at the 5 am on the clock. You snuggle closer to him.

"Do you have to go?" You whisper. Joe thinks hard and sighs. Leaving you alone will kill him, but he can't afford to miss day one. He apologizes and leaves you with a bunch of kisses. You fall back to sleep and wake to the doorbell around 10 am. When you check the door, and see a big bouquet. You open the door and pick up the flowers, reading the note from Joe.

"From your celebrity crush, JB." You read aloud, giggling to yourself. After a fresh shower, Janet calls to let you know she is on her way over. You prepare yourself for the talk you know is coming.

"Eliza filled me in on what happened. I think we present him with a restraining order." Janet says, pushing the paper toward you. You shake your head.

"He knows too many judges. They would never accept it without evidence." You say, feeling defeated.

"No evidence, so everything is he said, she said." Eliza leans back in her seat.

"There's nothing. Any voicemail where he said threats? Have you…ever. Have you ever taken photos of yourself after the assault?" Janet asks. Your eyes stare at the counter top not moving or responding. Janet reaches out to take your hand.

"I think I can find the old voicemails, and there's, umm, there is a USB with stuff on it. But you can't leak it. You can't tell Jackson, and you can never show Joe. Promise me." You whisper, eyes still trained on the table.

"They will never know about it. Whatever you share with me, it will stay between us as long as you want." Janet replies. You tell her you can provide it once you get home. Eliza tells you she will visit her family and will meet you back in Cali in two weeks. You spend the rest of your day looking through Joe's apartment. Joe finds you in the kitchen cooking with only his t-shirt on.

"You look amazing. It smells amazing. I could get used to this." Joe whispers in your ear, kissing your neck. You smile.

"It's just spaghetti and a simple meat sauce." You turn around to give your boyfriend a full-on kiss. He slips his hands under your shirt to cup your ass. You moan into his mouth, and he raises his eyebrow.

"Might have to do dessert first." Joe chuckles. You push him off and turn back to the stove. Joe knows he should tell you about the Jackson thing, but you seem so relaxed, and he doesn't want to kill the mood. So, Joe doesn't mention it. Today, tomorrow, or the week after. He drags it out so long that he forgets about it. And it isn't until he comes home to find you and your things gone. The tv is on ESPN and playing loops about Jackson being an owner. Joe frantically calls you over and over again. You look down at your caller id and decide to answer his 5th attempt.

"Come back. I know I should've told you, but I didn't know when to bring it up. I'm sorry. Don't run."

"I'm in the parking lot." You whisper. Your Lyft driver asks you if he should leave, and you apologize, grabbing your things and exiting the car. He asks for an autograph, and you quickly scribble it onto the paper. Joe meets you in front of his complex. He grabs your bags, and you guys return to his apartment.

"Joey, he's not going to stop." You whisper. Joe hugs you rubbing your back.

"I don't care about this deal. I said I would protect you, and I mean. There's nothing he has against me."

"He has me. And he will use me against you any time he wants. You don't know him as I do. He's dangerous." You pull away from Joe and wipe your eyes.

"Look at me. Whatever he does isn't your fault."

"Joe-"

Joe takes your hands in his and gives you a warm smile.

"Say it. It isn't your fault."

"It's not my fault." You repeat, looking into Joe's eyes. He kisses your forehead once again, easing all of your worries. You stay for a few more days but convince Joe you have to return to California for work. It's a lie, but he doesn't need to know that. Jackson swings his door open, surprised to see you standing there.

"If I come back to you, you'll leave Joe out of it. Right?" You ask, clutching your bag tightly. Jackson reaches down, takes your bag, and nods his head. You follow him in the house. The house you left three years ago. The house you swore you would never return to. Your cage. Your prison.

"Although I'm already part owner, I won't make any drastic changes. He will definitely see a hefty pay increase." Jackson kisses your cheek. His hand holds your face softly, then a little tighter.

"I'm glad you came back to your senses. If you ever leave me again…..I'm not sure what I'll do." He whispers. Jackson walks away, and you feel your knees give out, hitting the ground with a soft thud.

"Oh, and fire that bitch assistant of yours. I don't want her near you ever again." He shouts, making his way up the spiral staircase. Joe's name flashes on your phone, but you can't bring yourself to answer it. You hover over the block button.

"I never cleared out your closet, so go put on something nice we have a dinner to go to," Jackson calls out. You pick yourself up and follow him to the bedroom. While Jackson showers, you walk into your closet. Jackson didn't lie. Everything was left in place since the day you left. Perfect. You push aside the Chanel section, open the small crevasse behind the panel, and pull out the USB drive. With a deep breath, you hurriedly stuff it into your jeans.

"Sweetheart?" Jackson calls from the bathroom, but you're already flying down the stairs out of the house and into your car. You sped all the way home and called Janet.

"I have it. I have the evidence."

"Send me everything!" Janet says excitedly, but you tell her the safest option is face-to-face, so a few days later, you fly back to Ohio. Joe welcomes you with open arms, a little surprised you finished up so quickly. When Janet comes over, you hand the USB to her and watch her plug it in. Joe stands off to the side, watching her. Janet opens the folder and then the file. The file is from the security camera in your shared house with Jackson. She presses play, and you grab Joe's wrist, stopping him from walking over. Eliza stands to the side, reading Janet's face. Your voice and Jackson's voice can be heard coming from the laptop then the audio fades out. Janet closes the laptop.

"We got him. I'll keep this safe but we will use this against him. What would you like him to do?" Janet asks.

"I want him to stay away from me and anyone I'm involved with. And to leave my career alone." You reply. Janet walks over to hug you.

"You leave the rest to us, okay?" Janet rubs your back. Janet and Eliza talk while you pull Joe away.

"I need to go NY for SNL, but-"

"Move in with me." Joe cuts you off, waiting for your response. You nod your head eagerly.

"Yeah. Sure. I'll move in with you." You throw your arms around Joe's neck as he scoops you up, kissing your face. You feel almost relieved with Janet, Alex, Eliza, and Joe in your corner. But your happiness is never long-lived with Jackson blowing up your phone. While in NYC, he flies in to speak with you. Janet and Alex immediately step in.

"I'm glad that you contacted her. Because the NDA you made an 18-year-old girl sign is void. This is the new contract, and you will follow the rules." Alex shoves the contract into Jackson's chest. He snatches it rolling his eyes, reading it over, and chuckling.

"And what makes you think I'll listen to you? Sunshine-"

"Do not talk to her." Janet steps in front of you protectively. Jackson chuckles again, making you feel small in the large hotel room.

"And if I don't listen?" Jackson steps forward, not intimidating the two women in front of him. You, on the other hand, cower away. Janet reaches behind, squeezing your hand. Alex holds up the flash drive.

"Because we have the evidence against you. And I know you know very well what's on this USB." She states, waving it. Jackson eyes the plastic piece, and he looks at you.

"You're blackmailing me. I love the women stand together bit you all have going on, but you have no idea who you're messing with. Release the footage. I dare you." He says, eyes still locked on you. You squeeze Janet's hand. Jackson knows that you would never release it.

"I'll have my lawyer look over this contract. I'm a reasonable guy." Jackson says, leaving with the paper. Alex and Janet turn around to hug you. It's over. Just like that, It's over? You spend the rest of the day getting your mind ready for SNL. It's your first time hosting, and you're super excited. During your opening bit, you wave to your family, who flew in to support you.

"My dad and brothers are the reason I'm able to be here in NYC hosting SNL. Thank you, guys, for all of your love and support. And with that, kick back and enjoy the show!" You shout, smiling. The show ends, and you can't contain the smile on your face. You felt nervous, but the cast made you feel at ease as you closed out and thanked everyone and the musical guest. After chatting with the staff, you go to your dressing room, where you find a bouquet from Joe. You smell them and close your eyes. How did you get so lucky with someone like him? You start to think you don't deserve, but before you can go down that tunnel, Joe calls you. You pick up the Facetime call.

"Hey, handsome. Thanks for the flowers."

"You're welcome, baby. I'm sorry I couldn't be there. You did amazing. You're so funny. I'm glad everyone got to see that side of you. My favorite skit was the cheerleading one." Joe says, sitting up so he can see you better.

"And why's that?"

"Idk; why don't you keep that outfit and come home." He replies, making the heat on your face rise. You unintentionally squeeze your thighs together.

"I'm going to go to California and pack up so we can, umm, move in together." You whisper, feeling excitement come over you. Joe smiles, excited about taking the next steps with you. Within a week, you arrive back in Cincinnati with a suitcase.

"This is all you have?" Joe laughs, picking up your suitcase.

"Yeah. I don't really need a lot, plus I can always shop. Right?"

"Right," Joe nods his head. But he's been in your house and has seen all your rooms, all your clothes, and all of your awards. This can't be the only thing you want to bring to your new place. Joe doesn't push you on the topic for now; instead, he takes your suitcase upstairs and lets you unpack and get comfortable. Joe has training but tells you to pick out any restaurant around, and he will take you when he gets home. While Joe is exercising, you decide to scroll Twitter and reply to some fans. Some fans have been curious about your love, making you giggle; no one knows yet. They still are guessing any blue-eyed actor. Then you see Jackson's name appear a few times because of the onset kiss. You sit up and call Eliza.

"Hey-"

"Jackson must have leaked the story about the onset kiss. He-"

"Rumor. We will say it's a rumor. No worries. Jackson can't do anything to you anymore. You're free from him." Eliza consoles you. The only thing you can do is try to calm your nerves. Janet, Eliza, and Alex have everything handled. The evidence is right there. There's no way Jackson can do anything else. So, when Joe comes home, you agree to dinner at some Italian restaurant. It feels good to be able to step out and not have paparazzi snapping photos of you. Leaving LA was a great move, you think to yourself. A few onlookers snap pictures of you, but it's better than what you usually deal with. The waitress is in awe of you and can't believe her eyes. She's too nervous to ask for an autograph, so you leave it on a napkin with your red lipstick kiss print. Joe takes you for a walk in the park and tells you about a Christmas from his childhood.

"I feel like I always talk about me. Tell me about your childhood." He asks, rubbing your hand. You shrug. For a year, Joe feels like each step he has taken toward you only makes you pull away further. He's been trying to get to know the woman behind the sad smile, but it isn't an easy quest.

"I don't know. My childhood was okay."

Joe stops walking so he can face you. He cups your face and bends down to kiss you. You close your eyes, letting the strawberry chapstick consume your mind.

"It's me, baby. I want you to be yourself." He whispers against your lips. You nod your head.

"My childhood was okay. My brothers and father made sure of it. My mother never wanted a 4th child, so it was hard to reach her. She didn't want another child; if she had to have one, she wanted another boy. So the fact that she had a girl, I think, broke her. She never treated me like she treated them. I actually never heard her say I love you to me once. My mother left us on my 8th birthday. My father had filed for divorce, so she blamed me and left before it got to that point. It was hard on my dad for a while. That was his high school sweetheart, and I ruined it for them."

"Baby." Joe's voice is soft and tender. His heart breaks for you, and the only thing he can do is pull you into a hug.

"So I guess it makes sense that I turned out the way I did." You mumble into his chest.

"There's nothing wrong with you. Your mother made her own choices. She missed out on one hell of a daughter. You're everything to your family and me. Don't let her actions control your decisions in life." Joe says, causing you to smile. He's too perfect, you think to yourself. And when the two of you get home, clothes off, light down, and bodies sharing one space.

"Baby." Joe groans, holding your hips and watching you ride him. You smile down at him placing your hands on his chest.

"You look so pretty under me." You say the line Joe has said to you before, causing him to chuckle. Joe sits up to bounce you on his cock faster to reach his climax. He hates when you tease him, and you've spent the last 5 mins edging him. Now, he's had enough. You squeal, trying to catch yourself, but Joe's thrusting is relentless. You dig your nails into his shoulders every time he lifts you and slams you down. But that isn't enough for him. Joe lays you down on the bed and holds your hips to fuck into you like there's no tomorrow. You squirm and moan as he continues to pound your pussy. You grab his wrist, preparing yourself, expecting another orgasm, but you find yourself squirting. Joe promptly pulls out to watch you unfold under him as he cums all over your stomach. He bends down to kiss your face because you tried to hide it.

"I bet I can make you squirt again."

"No. No." You giggle, feeling his hands already sneaking their way down your thigh.

"Yeah. Yeah." Joe ignores you, spreading your legs, causing your body to arch off the bed. Joe slips two fingers into your drenched cunt, making you bite your bottom lip. You loved the way Joe made you feel outside of the bedroom, but him in the bedroom was an experience you never wanted to give up. The way he has already memorized what your body wants was something to hold on to. Joe knew how to make you twist and turn in all the right ways while reaching his climax effortlessly. Joe knew when you had enough, and that was rare. You wouldn't call yourself an addict but would never turn down sex with Joe. It was just that good. So when the sun's rising and you're climaxing for the umpteenth time of the night, you don't question it. Joe kisses your sweaty forehead whispering how good you look right now.

"Shower or bath?" Joe asks, placing you on the bed as you unwrap your legs from his waist. Throughout your sexcapade, you've squirted numerous times on the bed, causing it to become soaked, so you guys moved to the floor and then, at one point, against the wall and then standing in the middle of the room while Joe bounced your weak body up and down. You try to catch your breath and let your mind think about every position you did with Joe. The guy had stamina like no other, and you're glad you're in relatively good shape to keep up. Joe starts kissing your body, and you lightly play with his hair. Joe kisses on your belly, and you can't help to break out in a smile.

"God, I want to make you a mother so bad." He whispers, making your smile grow. You want to be a mother. Besides becoming an actress, your most prominent dream is to become a mother. One you never had.

"I want to make you a father… someday." You reply. Joe looks up at you with a twinkle in his eyes. He stands up to take you to the shower, where you guys do have another round. Late in the afternoon, you find yourself lying on Joe on the couch, watching Netflix. You can't stop kissing him, and he's not complaining. His hands have found their way under your shirt to grab your ass. It doesn't help you're wearing nothing under his oversized T-shirt. You continue to make out with your boyfriend until his phone starts ringing.

"Hello?" Joe answers after the 2nd attempt. You continue to kiss his neck, making sure to suck another red bruise next to the one from last night.

"Party tonight. Yes, you have to come. It's at my place—just a few people. Bring your girl too. See you there!" Ja'Marr shouts, hanging up. Joe rolls his eyes and puts his phone down. You take this time to sit up and grab your own phone to answer emails and texts. You get a notification from Twitter and open the app. Of course, TMZ is reporting you getting extra cozy with a QB. No name is dropped, and you know that's Jackson's doing. No reports about you get out without his approval. But, of course, the people in the restaurant can say who the QB was. It's what you were hoping for, but Joe's name is not linked to yours at all. You know because you searched. Joe steals a kiss before informing you of the evening plans. You're actually excited to go to a party; even though Joe assures you it's small, you still want to go and meet more of his teammates/friends. But of course, no party Ja'Marr throws is ever small. You make sure to stay glued to your boyfriend most of the night. Some of the other football player girlfriend's pull you away but no longer than 10 mins. They want photos and chats with you. Some even talk you into joining their group chat for football girlfriends.

"Sorry, ladies, I have to steal my girlfriend away." Joe chuckles, pulling your hand. They shout at Joe for stealing you, but you thank him because you are getting overwhelmed. Joe ends up taking you to the basement, away from the crowded area. The basement was Ja'Marr's man cave and off-limits to guests. Joe hasn't seen the newly decorated room and is surprised when he turns on the light, and the stripper pole comes down from the ceiling.

"Wow." Joe laughs, finding a seat as you walk over.

"We can leave whenever you want. Ja'Marr told me this would be a small event for teammates."

"I'm having fun." You sit down on his lap. Joe looks at the pole.

"You know you had that one role in Saints of All Saints. I know it was short, but was that actually you or a stunt double?" Joe asks. You giggle, covering your mouth.

"You're asking if I had a stunt double for my stripper role? Despite what everyone thinks, I normally do my own stunts. And when it comes to that, I was, in fact, on the pole."

"Really? How did you learn that stuff? I know some people have stunt doubles for things like that."

"So when I first get presented with a role, if it's out of my knowledge like any sane person, I study it. I took pole dancing classes and paid women in the field to teach me. I got presented with the role, I studied, and then I auditioned." You say cheerfully, standing up.

"Would you like a private show, Mr.Burrow?" You ask, making your way to the pole. Joe nods his head eagerly. You look at the pole, noticing it is a spin pole. You make your way over to grab the remote to turn it on. Joe sits up, watching you take your position.

"So this was one of the first moves I learned. It's called the Fairy spin." You say, grabbing the pole with one hand above the second hand. Then you swing around, hooking your left ankle on the pole while your right leg propels you around the pole slowly. The next move you do is the chair. Which has you spinning in a sitting position, then you release your legs, lifting one up to parallel the pole before hanging upside down and forming a complete split. You spin around like that letting Joe take in the sight of you.

"If I get one in our house, will you use it?" Joe asks excitedly. You giggle and come down from the pole walking back over to him.

"Of course. I can show you a lot of things." You wink, sitting on his lap.

"We should get home like now." Joe stands up, holding you in his arms. You can't help but laugh because you felt his hard-on as soon as you sat down. When you guys get home, you get right to it. The next morning Joe leaves you for training. Joe does his best to stay focused, but Jackson is at the training center.

"Joe, can I have a word with you?" Brian, Joe's agent, pulls him out of a session.

"What's up?" Joe asks, taking his Bose headphones out.

"Jackson is here, and we've been going back and forth and-"

"Get to the point." Joe cuts him off.

"He wants to do a joint charity with you. This could be huge and-"

"No. Decline." Joe puts his headphones in, ready to walk away, but Brian grabs his arm.

"Are you kidding me? This could be a chance of a lifetime. Think about the revenue that you could bring in and the sponsorships. We're not turning this down." Brian states. Joe breathes through his nose.

"Decline the offer. I don't want to do anything with him."

"He owns your contract. The millions he just donated are for your contract alone. I think you might want to reconsider." Brian says, waiting for Joe to back down. But Joe doesn't.

"I don't want his fucking money."

"For what? This girl you've been seeing? Yeah, Jackson told me that you might be hesitant. Some Hollywood trick shouldn't stand in your way."

"What did you just say?" Joe stands face-to-face with his agent.

"Jackson said she filled your head with lies. Come on, are you really going to believe some girl that's been passed around in Hollywood?" Brian says not intimidated by Joe. Joe balls his fists at his side.

"The next thing that comes out your mouth better be about your resignation." Joe clenches his jaw.

"Excuse me?"

"You're fired." Joe walks away without another word leaving Brian stunned. Ja'Marr follows after Joe to get the whole story.

"Firing Brian? What's wrong with you, bruh-"

"I need an agent that will listen to me and not just be money hungry."

"He's looking out for you. If Jackson offered me this opportunity, I would take it! You're being insane. All this because of what?" Ja'Marr asks. Joe sighs and pulls his best friend to the side.

"It's not my place to go into detail, but Jackson isn't a good guy. The idol fantasy you had for him doesn't exist. Trust me." Joe says, going back to his workout. Ja'Marr doesn't fully understand, but he knows that Joe is a good judge of character. Joe arrives home to a full dinner laid out and scoops you up.

"Smells amazing, baby."

"Thanks. I thought I could keep myself busy." You giggle, kissing his lips. During dinner, you guys can't keep your hands off one another. It gets to the point where you sit on Joe's lap while he finishes his food.

"I have a week off. What do you say we go on a bit of vacation?" Joe asks, snuggling into your neck.

"Where should we go?" You ask, rubbing his back.

"Mexico, The Bahamas, France? Where ever my baby goes, I'll follow."

"Hmm, what if we just stay right here and spend our days together under each other." You whisper into his ear, biting his earlobe. Joe bucks his hips, and you start laughing at the immediate yes. And so, you stay right there in Cincinnati with your boyfriend: at home doing nothing but watching bad flicks, fucking, laughing, and even more fucking. Around day 6, you emerge from the apartment to do some grocery shopping. That's when you get a call from Jackson asking you to meet. He states that his lawyer looked over the contract. You know you should wait for Janet and Alex, but you wanted to hear what he had to say for yourself. But to your surprise, when you walk into the restaurant, you're met with a woman you thought you would never see again.

"Mom? What are you-What are you doing here?" You stutter, almost losing your balance.

"Jackson, umm, he was kind enough to contact me. Well, hire me. I'm representing him until my associate-"

Before your mother can finish, you try to walk away, but Jackson grabs your wrist lightly.

"Talk to your mother. She's been looking for you." Jackson says. You snatch your arm away.

"Why are you doing this to me?" You ask with tears in your eyes. Jackson bends down, kissing your forehead.

"I'm doing what's best for you like I've always had. Give her 10 mins." He states. You take your seat at the table across from your mother. She spends the next 30 mins telling you everything she's been up to since leaving your family. Your blood runs cold as she pushes over a photo of her two daughters.

"My oldest daughter is a huge fan-"

"I'm your oldest daughter." You reply, shaking in your seat.

"You know what I meant. I was working as a lawyer when Jackson came to me and said your name. I thought it would be better if he reached out first. It's the only way I knew you would sit with me. I won't take his case-I can't because of my relationship with you but-"

"We have no relationship. You can do whatever you want." You abruptly stand up, leaving the table with Jackson following you.

"Why? Why are you doing this to me?" You cry, hitting his chest as he plants himself in front of you. Jackson holds your wrists and pulls you close to him.

"This can all be over if you come back to me. I will make everything bad in your life disappear. I promise."

"You are the bad in my life." You reply, pulling away. Your mother chases after you.

"I'm sorry. At that time, I was going through a lot. I never wanted a child and-"

"Sandra, I know you never wanted me, but you had me. I was a child. All I wanted was my fucking mother. Didn't I deserve that?" You shout, snatching away from her. Your mother wipes her tears, nodding her head.

"You did. And I'm trying to apologize."

"Stay away from me. That's the best thing you can do right now. Go enjoy your happy little life with your new family and stay the fuck away from me." You get into your car and drive off. When you get home, you angrily start slamming things on the counter and putting food away.

"What's wrong?" Joe asks, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"My fucking mother! He hired my mother to represent him. He knew exactly what he was doing."

"What? How did he find your mother?" Joe steps back to let you calm down.

"He knows everything about me. I told you. I told Janet. I told you all he wouldn't stop. And now my estranged mother is in this. I can't win. I want to stop all of it! I don't care anymore!" You storm off to the bedroom, leaving Joe to put away the groceries. Joe lets you cool down alone while he answers a call from Janet.

"Janet, slow down. What's wrong?"

"The USB is gone. I had it in my office, and it's just gone. Only my associates have access to my office. I can't believe this shit!" Janet shouts. Joe can't take any more bad news. He knows he can't tell you what happened, so Joe ends the call to find you. But you can read the expression on his face and know exactly what has happened.

"We can-"

"He's won. I'm not fighting him anymore. I told you guys he would never let me go, and you guys filled my head with all these lies like it was possible to live without Jackson Taylor. Newsflash the world is in the palm of his hands. It's over. Just let me go, Joe. We tried. We tried really hard." You sniffle. But Joe isn't ready to let go and watch you leave. He won't let Jackson win, not like this. So when you're all tucked away next to him for the night, Joe takes matters into his own hand. Everything Jackson has done has been sneaky and behind the scenes. This time Joe will make the first move.

You wake up to texts and emails from everyone under the sun. You jump out of bed and rush downstairs to find Joe making breakfast.

"Joseph. You posted me."

"I did," Joe says, flipping the pancake. You walk over and turn his toward you, showing him the post. It's a photo of you snuggled against Joe with the caption, "Your eyes and iridescent moonrise."

"I-why?" You ask, defeated.

"Because I love you, and it's about time you're put above everyone else. You deserve to be loved too, baby," Joe continues making breakfast as you stand to the side with a big smile on your face. You ignore the texts and emails and run to your IG to post many photos of Joe all over your story. And just like that, your relationship with Joe went public. Everyone became obsessed with the new couple. When you flew back to LA to pack up the rest of the house, paparazzi were all over the place to get a glimpse of the both of you. Joe made sure to keep his hands on you at all times. You couldn't help but indulge in the affection. While Joe loaded things in your truck, you get a text from an unknown number. Your mother is asking to see you again, properly this time. You ignore and block her number as Joe scoops you up.

"Everything is in the truck, and the company will pack the rest. Let's get on the road." He says, kissing your face. You wrap your arms around him as he sets you in the passenger seat. For the next few days, you guys will be on the road to your new home with Joe. And that long road trip has Joe falling deeper in love with you. He loves this brighter, carefree side of you. The way you scream the lyrics to your favorite songs at the top of your lungs, to you giggling fit over how serious he drives, to the kisses you steal when he's not paying attention, he loves it all. And when you arrive at your new home, unpacked, laying in your California King Bed stealing kisses from your boyfriend, you also fall.

"I have training soon. I should get up." Joe says, still kissing your belly. You stretch and roll over, allowing him to give to a soft tap on your ass.

"I will be here when you return." You reassure him. While Joe is away, you take the time to walk around the house. Joe bought a new home for both of you just to ensure you had enough room for all your things. You feel like the luckiest girl alive. Sitting at your piano, you start to think about what life could've been like for you if you met Joe first. Would you be able to say those three words? Could you see marriage in the future? Would the thought of love not scare you so often? Could you truly be loved? Your fingers ghost over the grand piano's keys as tears fall down your face. The truth is you're scared. The move across the country. The commitment. The public knows about your relationship. It scares you so bad. You don't have time to wallow in your fears because Karen is calling you. Her message is simple and straight to the point. You meet her at the hotel she's staying at to discuss your future.

Karen throws a magazine into your lap. It's photos of you and Joe in LA.

"Have you lost your fucking mind? Don't answer; I will. Yes. Do you even want to know what the agency is saying? You are only marketable as a single woman. Once you get into a relationship, your value goes down. You're not desired anymore! Have I not built that into your head? You are getting on the first flight with me back to LA, and we will find a way to spin this. We'll throw that blue-eyed pretty boy under the bus if we have to." Karen starts typing on her phone.

"I'm not leaving. I'm going to stay here with Joe. I'm happy here." You reply, throwing the magazine down. Karen scoffs and rolls her eyes.

"This fantasy that you think you'll be able to live is cute. Even if I allowed you to stay in it…What would Jackson do? Hmm?"

A knock comes to the door, and you freeze up, watching Karen walk away. Of course, when she opens the door, you're not surprised to see Jackson. You immediately stand up from your chair as he makes his way over.

"I tried my best to protect you," Karen whispers. Jackson takes a seat and motions for you to sit down. You shake your head and remain standing.

"I have given you time and time again to come back to me. But this..Ha. This is where I draw the fucking line."

"I don't care about your threats. I will never come back to you. Ruin my career. I don't care anymore. I'm tired of running from you, Jackson. I'm glad that Karen called you here because this will be easier for me to do with both of you here. Come August, I'm retiring. Karen will no longer be my agent, and you will no longer have any say in my career because it's over." You say confidently. Karen stands there in complete shock as Jackson chuckles to himself. He stands up, fixing his suit and laughing to himself. Chills run down your neck, and you look at Karen.

"She's joking. She-"

Jackson flips the side table over, startling you and Karen.

"I took you from your piss poor fucking life and made you into the star you are today. How fucking dare you? Retire? You have to be joking me!"

"I worked hard for everything I have. I-"

"Because of me! Do you think you would be anywhere without me? Without my support, without me backing you. You ungrateful little bitch!" Jackson storms towards you, and Karen steps in front of his path.

"Jackson. Relax. She can't be serious. She-"

Jackson shoves her to the floor.

"You were supposed to watch her. I gave you this job to fucking watch her. Tell me how she ended up with him. How did she end up so fucking disobedient?" He looms over her, shouting. You stand there too frightened to move.

"I'm not a fucking babysitter! I'm an agent. She's not my only client! I can't follow her 24/7!"

"She is your biggest client. I hand-picked her for you. I set her on your doorstep. She is the only person in this world you should care about." Jackson spits. He turns his glare back to you. You put up your hands, expecting a slap, but Jackson reaches out and grabs your hand softly. Karen stands up, cursing at him.

"Stop. I'm not doing this with you anymore. Your little women group of lawyers, your retirement talk. It stops now, or I promise he will never play football again. I will make sure he can only eat through a fucking straw. Do you understand me?" Jackson whispers against your forehead. He places a soft kiss after those threatening words. Karen can't make eye contact with you. Jackson gives your hair a rough tug.

"Sunshine, I asked you a question."

You nod your head obediently. Jackson kisses the side of your mouth and walks away, leaving you to fall to your knees.

"I'm sorry. I really am. Just do what he says. You're going to ruin so many people's lives over this. It's not worth it."

You return home feeling defeated. You're so lost in your thoughts you don't hear Joe calling you.

"Baby. What's wrong?"

"Jackson-"

"What did he say? Why is he still contacting you?"

"He threatened you. Joe-"

"Whatever he said, it's not going to happen. He wants you to be miserable like him. I'm not letting that happen. We are fine. Look at me?" Joe softly pulls your chin up to look into his ocean eyes. You nod your head. You trust Joe. You know that you can trust him.

"I'm sorry. I'm just used to fighting him alone. I always lose, so I thought-"

"And you're not alone anymore." Joe scoops you up, and you wrap your legs around his waist. You start kissing as he carries you to the bedroom.

The next day Jackson is on sight at training. Joe does his best to ignore him and focus on working, but in the back of his mind, he's dying to hit him.

"Looking good there, buckshot." Jackson slaps Joe on the back. Joe turns around, glaring at him. He gives him a half smile and holds out his hand. Jackson takes it, and Joe squeezes down hard.

"Go near her or speak to her again; I'm not playing nice guy anymore. I will handle things myself. Don't even think about her anymore. That's not a threat. That's a promise." Joe whispered through clenched teeth as the coach made his way around. Joe lets go and slaps Jackson's shoulder extra hard.

"Welcome to the team." He says, walking off. Jackson flexes his hand and takes s a deep breath. Sam catches up with Joe, asking him about that exchange.

"It's nothing."

"Come on. We're like brothers; whatever is bothering you, I want to know."

Joe finally gives in and lets Sam in on some of the things happening. Sam is blown away by everything.

"What the hell? Is she okay?"

"She's okay now," Joe replies, taking a deep breath.

"I'm glad you told me. If you guys need anything, you let me know," Sam pats Joe on the back before walking off. When Joe returns home, he finds you knitting in the living room. He chuckles to himself, making his way over. You lean back as your boyfriend stands behind the couch and bends to kiss you.

"What are you making?" He asks, rubbing your face.

"Mittens. If I'm returning to cold winters, I should prepare myself." You reply, showing off your work.

"Baby, winter is a long time away." Joe laughs. He tells you he will hop in the shower and join you after. While you wait for Joe, Janet calls you with updates about the USB and moving forward. You tell her about Jackson's threats, and she reassures you Joe is safe. Janet tells you that Alex will contact you soon. Joe comes downstairs and joins you. You do your best to teach him, but Joe gives up after a while and watches you.

"What are you going to do about your mother?" Joe asks. You put down your mittens and sigh.

"Nothing. I really don't want anything to do with her. Maybe if this were ten years ago, I would let her in, but I'm trying to heal, and I don't think she can be part of my healing process right now. Is that okay?" You ask, looking to Joe for an answer. Joe grabs your hand and runs his thumbs over your soft skin.

"Whatever you need to do to heal." He says, kissing your hand. You throw yourself onto him, wrapping your arms around his neck. You want to say the words. All you have to do is say those three little words, but they won't come out.

Over the next few days, you meet with Eliza, Alex, and Janet to discuss the next moves.

"I want you and Joe to do whatever you want without restrictions. Jackson doesn't own you, nor can he control everything. He bribed my associate, so the USB is gone, and that's on me. I apologize for being so careless." Janet says.

"It's not your fault. This is how Jackson plays. Dirty. The USB is gone, but I have scars that will last me a lifetime. I didn't want that footage to get out anyways." You reply, leaning back on the couch. Eliza looks at Janet and then Alex.

"The last thing we wanted to mention, umm, have you thought about seeing a therapist," Janet speaks up for the group. You sit up straight and look around at the women in the room.

"I don't need therapy. I'm okay. I-"

"You're not okay, and that's okay. You've been through a lot of trauma, and we think-"

"No therapy. I should get going. I have a doctor's appointment." You stand up and grab your purse and keys, walking the group out. Eliza stops to say something but closes her mouth. You don't know what she wanted to say but leave it alone and head to the office. You've spent the last few weeks getting everything switched over from California to Ohio. It was a grueling process, but you were finally able to find a GYN. You wanted to get your IUD removed for your future with Joe. This was an exciting new chapter in your life, and you didn't want anything to hold you back.

"Your tubes are tied." The doctor looks at the screen as she continues analyzing the screen. You sit up on your elbows, staring at the screen in confusion.

"What are you talking about?" You ask. The doctor points to the screen showing you images of exactly where your tubes are tied off.

"I-How is that possible? I never did anything like that. I-I never had my tubes tied."

"Have you had any medical procedures done to your reproductive system?" She asks. You freeze, and your chest becomes heavy.

"When I was 19, I had an abortion, but that was it. Dr. Han, he performed an abortion and-"

"I need you to tell me the facility, date, and time of this."

"I can't have babies?" Your voice is broken as tears fall down your face. The doctor sighs and moves to comfort you.

"There is a reversal process, but even then, it is only a 30% chance you could become pregnant, given your age and how long your tubes have been tied." She states. You zone out for the rest of the appointment. When you reach the car, you call Dr.Han.

"Why? Why did you do that to me?" You whisper. The line is silent.

"Jackson found out about your abortion. I don't know how. He was upset and threatened my license, and my family. I had no choice. I'm so sorry. I wish I could take it back." Dr. Han replies.

"I was 19 years old. I was terrified. I was alone. I came to you for help! And you took it all away from me! You took the one thing in life away from me!" You scream.

"I'm so sorry. I'm sorry. You know how Jackson can be you-"

"No! You don't get to say that to me!" You shout. Dr.Han is silent as you cry.

"I'm so sorry." He repeats.

You hang up the phone and return home to find Joe working out. As soon as he makes eye contact with you, you break down. Joe turns off the music and stops his activities running over to you.

"Hey? What's wrong? Baby, look at me." Joe wears a look of concern and confusion.

You can't stop the choking sobs that fall from your throat, so Joe holds you until your sobs become silent screams. It takes Joe another 30 mins to get you to calm down. When you are calm, it takes another 10 mins for you to tell Joe. Joe is speechless. Janet, Eliza, and Alex arrive 15 mins later.

"I'll go public. About everything. It's not going to get away with what he did to me." You sniffle. Eliza holds your hand while Joe rubs your back.

"I will formally start the process. Prepare yourself for everything."

Joe stays with you all night, but at 6 he has to go to training. As soon as Joe spots Jackson, he walks up to him, hitting him square in the face. Sam is quick to pull Joe off before he can cause more damage. Jackson gets up, wiping the blood off his nose.

"Dr.Han called me, so I can only guess what this punch was for. She should be thanking me. I saved her from living a miserable life like her mother!" Jackson shouts. Sam holds Joe back because he's ready to punch him again. The coach walks in on the situation, and Joe ends up being suspended for the day. You're shocked when he walks into the house but relieved.

"What can I do for you?" He asks, hugging you. You shrug.

"I have to tell my family about all of this. Before charges are formally filed, I need to explain to my dad that the person he thought was a good person was my living nightmare. It's going to break his heart. He'll blame himself, maybe even me for being so dumb and-"

"Your father will not blame you. I will be right there with you. Lean on me for anything you need." Joe explains. You take a deep breath and make the call inviting your father and brothers over for the weekend.

A/N: I know it has been like a month or something since the update but I'm so busy working and going to school. I hope you enjoyed this update sorry if its ass! It touches on a lot of subjects I hope it wasn't too triggering but soon everything will be out and that asswipe will get his and you can happily move on with Joey! He's so supportive and loves reader so much. So we will see what happens. Omg the next chapter is going to have a small couples GQ interview for reader x Joe so send in some couples question to give me some inspo! Thanks love you guys!!!

[sku11s1asher]

Punches ok.. uhm uhm can I request a hard dom Johnathan x Reader (Male ofc) where Reader is wearing a skirt , so his bestfriend Johnathan looses his shit over it and fucks him 😧

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johnathan byers x male reader

FEM DNI (you will be blocked)

mb it took me so long to post this, i had writers block and didn’t really realize that the inbox was a thing bc i didn’t get notifications for it so i just thought no one asked stuff in there </3 (also this is based on s4 where they are in cali cuz i felt like hawkins was too homophobic for this) also not a lot of plot to this so it’s short ;(

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You were waiting for this moment, the day that you finally get your way with Johnathan. You dressed in this beautiful skirt, got yourself prepared, and left to go to his house. Early that day he told you that he was home alone and needed someone to keep his company as argyle was somewhere else. When you got in your car, you looked in the mirror and took a deep breath before driving to his house. The radio turned on some Aerosmith (or whatever you want ig), which calmed your nerves, you were starting to have second thoughts about this but it was too late as you were around the corner from his house.

You mentally prepared yourself before walking into his house. Johnathan and his (ex?) girlfriend Nancy have been drifting apart lately, you were hoping now that they aren’t having the strongest relationship that you can slide in there and take her place. Before you could knock on the door he opened it, he had a flustered look while looking at you up and down. You were freaking out in your mind so you couldn’t catch the smirk on his face, along with the tent in his pants. “Come in, Y/N, I don’t want to let the cold air out.” You took your shoes off before going to his room with him following behind you, slightly looking up the skirt. You felt his eyes all over your body when you bent over for a split second to grab a book off the floor.

You tried to get up to look at him but he pushed your head down into the pillow even harder, which made you arch your back on reflex. “Stay in this position.” He demanded while he got off the bed to grab a condom and lube. As soon as he put his fingers inside of you he knew you prepared yourself, “Did you prepare yourself because you knew I’d fuck you today?” He asked while he kissed you on your back. You tried to reply to him but all that came out were muffled sounds. “I can't believe my best friend is such a slut for me.” He began kissing your body more, leaving a couple of hickies here and there. You lifted your ass right onto his crotch to give him a hint. You heard him chuckle before a ripping sound was heard and you got turned around, “I want to see and hear you.” You could only look away in embarrassment since the realization of your best friend was about to fuck you.

He started to go faster when he felt you get tight, giving you a few kisses. After a little bit, he took his hand that was holding yours so he could jack you off, you cummed immediately which made you get ever tighter. “Fuck, loosen up a bit.” He groaned. Just became you released your load, doesn’t mean he isn’t going to release his. You started to get overstimulated when he put his hands on your waist to fuck you even harder. You couldn’t help yourself but scratch his shoulder from being so overstimulated, you couldn’t process what you were doing, you just needed something to grip on. Soon enough he came, along with you cumming for a second time. He pulled out of you slowly after calming down. You were still breathing heavily when you felt a couple kisses on your neck. “I’m sorry, I don’t know why I can’t control myself.” He said before getting off you. “No- I liked it, if I didn’t I would’ve said something, I promise. I mean I did wear the skirt for a reason.” He grabbed your face, “We did have sex so I think we should make it official, we don’t have to tell everyone but-” You cut him off with a kiss before he could ramble any longer.

He cleaned you both up and let you wear a pair of his sweatpants. You both were cuddling in his bed when you heard the door open, “JOHNATHAN, WERE HOME!” You heard his mom call. He groaned, “I guess our cuddle time is over until tonight.” He gave you a quick kiss before getting up and cleaning his room a little bit so they don’t suspect much. You grabbed your book from earlier which was now on the floor instead of the bed and flipped through it looking for where you last left off, “Did you read this or something?” You looked up at him, “Yeah probably, I honestly think that-” He got cut off by the door opening, revealing Will and El, “Hi Y/N.” El said at the before telling you both that their mom said dinner is ready. You smiled at her before saying okay, you waited for them to leave before you stood up. “My back hurts god..” You whispered. You could feel him smiling behind you and you just flicked him off.

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@ethereal-love

again im so sorry this took me forever to do, i had a bad writers block and didn’t feel like doing request :(

[october-nightt]

spoiled (x black reader)

warnings: cussing, mentions of sex at the end, angst but then fluff, hatin' ass ex.

you and jack have been together for almost 6 months now, but it only took him 6 seconds to realize how high maintenance you were.

you loved designer brands and you always kept you hair and nails done so when it was time for you to walk down the red carpet with jack next to you, he knew you wanted to show off.

he was ready to announce yall's relationship and tonight was the big night.

"jack! I need help with my hair, I don't know what to choose" you whined.

jack leaned over your shoulder to look at the options you selected.

" baby you know I love you with your braids, or shit a 30 inch buss down would look good too" she smiled wide.

you frowned.

"fuck you know 'bout a 30 inch buss down?? that wasn't one of the options."

jack laughed and kissed you on your forehead.

"don't get fucked up jack" you said jokingly before booking an appointment to get the wig installed.

"you know I'm fucking with you baby, but it would look great. even tho yo natural hair is my favorite"

he said as he looked in the full body mirror sitting in the corner of the room you and jack shared.

after booking your appointment you slowly walked over to jack and put on your best begging face.

"you know what would go good with my hair?" you asked

"what?

'a new dress and nails, maybe some jewelry and shoes and new makeup!!"

jack turned to look at you.

" you was gon get that anyways mama" he responded.

you hugged him tightly and kissed his cheek.

"thank you baby"

after that yall finished getting ready in silence.

once you both were ready jack took you shopping. he wasn't worried about the price, he just wanted you to be happy.

but he also secretly wanted everyone to know how fucking fine his girl was.

you starting looking for shoes first, then your dress, and make up, and jewelry.

after shopping it was time for your appointment. jack didn't stay because he had to take care of something but you knew it would take a little while for your hair to get done so you didn't mind.

that was until his ex-girlfriend walked in.

she didn't see you at first but you damn sure seen her.

jack had told you stories about his ex. about how she only cared for herself and money.

you loved nice things but you weren't money hungry.

you decided to mind your business but she finally noticed you and had to start some bs.

" oh my god Y/N. you look beautiful" she leaned in for a hug but you moved away

"aww dont be like that, what? mad because jack was with me last night?"

you didn't believe her, you knew she would lie about anything to start some drama

"bitch please, my man left yo nasty ass long ago" you rolled your eyes.

you didn't have time for this hoe and her bullshit.

but then she pulled out her phone and showed you a picture of jack sitting at her house, and sure enough the time stamp proved it was from yesterday night.

you heart dropped

"just thought you should know" that bitch.. his ex said before walking away.

after your hair was done you immediately called jack

"hey baby, I'm right around the corner ill be there soo-"

"what the fuck were you doing with your ex last night?" you cut him off.

you heard his sigh

"y/n listen I was just over there because she needed me to help move her furniture into her new house"

you let out a spiteful laugh

"oh so when she calls, you go running huh? she's not your girlfriend jackman. I don't give a damn if she needed help she should've called someone else! and the fact that you answered when she calle-..."

you took a deep breath

"I don't wanna talk to you right now, ill find a ride. don't bother picking me up."

and with that you hung up. you felt like jack had you looking dumb. your own boyfriend was with his ex and now she's bragging in your face.

you called your best friend to pick you up and take you back to her house, you didn't wanna see jack.

you get ready at her house. even though you were mad at jack, you refused to let him show up to the red carpet alone.

you took an uber which arrived at the same time as jacks.

"Y/N?" he called out to you.

"can we talk?"

you simply nodded and you both walked somewhere more private.

"look I'm so sorry y/n. you're right, she's not my girlfriend and I shouldn't have picked up her call..shit I should've blocked her the day we got together but baby I cant be without you. she's blocked now and I know that doesn't mean much but I'm begging you to forgive me baby."

you looked up at jack.

"I forgive you jackman."

jack pulled you into a kiss and smiled as his arms wrap tightly around your waist

"now lets go mama, cus you look good as hell and once this is over I'm ripping that expensive ass dress off."

authors note: this is my firs time writing so please be nice! also feel free to leave suggestions on how I can write better or request for what I should write next. I'm not on here all day but I will eventually get back to yall. I will post everyone that I write for soon thank you so much for reading!! <3

[choslut]

PRIMADONNA GIRL ft. yuuji itadori

synopsis : after having everything basically handed to you on a silver platter for the majority of your life, it’s a great shock when something doesn’t go your way. instead of handling your problems like a mature young woman, you decide to do the complete opposite — you take the rebound.

content warnings : nsfw, angst, sub!itadori, mentions of cheating, blowjobs, swearing, slight dubcon, sexting, manipulation, semi-gaslighting, making out, lingerie

a/n : this is for @510hz’s how to be a heartbreaker collab !! i personally absolutely adore marina and i love the electra heart album even more, so i’m really grateful that i had the chance to participate :) also ty @haithamuse for helping me out on my “to continue or not to continue” dilemma </3 minors, please do not interact.

“i just don’t love you anymore. you’re too much to handle.”

you sit on the couch in silence as your boyfriend — now, ex — shouts at you whilst packing clothes messily into a suitcase. “i didn’t do anything wrong.”

his poisonous laugh pierces your heart. “no, because you never do! this is why i’m leaving you, because it’s always someone else’s fault but yours.” hot red waves of anger pulsate from him, and you can only watch as he struggles to shut his case. “i’m leaving. take your drama someplace else.”

you don’t even blink when he slams the door harshly, the brash sound echoing throughout the apartment. a single tear rolls down your cheek, and you struggle to convince yourself that it was his fault and that he was being difficult, not you. you didn’t do anything to hurt him, he’s just too soft and can’t understand anything. yes, that’s it. it’s all him.

except, in reality, it isn’t.

you know full well why he left you; you see everything through rose coloured glasses. you think the world revolves around you, and anything that goes wrong is a way of the universe telling you that you need to cut people off. in your eyes, everyone wants to be your friend, everyone wants to be invited to your parties and any boy would kill to call himself your boyfriend.

that’s why this is such a shock to you. nobody drops you. nobody.

so why do you feel so alone?

the truth is, you’re self destructive. you don’t realise it, but everything you do slowly chips away at people’s perceptions of you, carefully building a glass wall between yourself and everyone else. you hold yourself above everyone else and deem yourself just too good, consequences be damned.

well, not really. now you’re sitting alone in your dark student apartment, with no boyfriend, and no friends to turn to. so, you make a dumb decision.

itadori stares at his phone incredulously. are you seriously still talking to him after your absolute shit show of a relationship? he really shouldn’t pay attention to your message at all, but if you’re sending him a photo, something has to be wrong, right?

so, out of pure concern for your wellbeing, itadori opens the photo. and really, he doesn’t expect anything less from a person like you.

it’s a mirror selfie, but different. your back is to the mirror and he sees that you’re wearing a skimpy red thong beneath your hoodie, which is pulled up just past your chests to give him a sneak peek of your lower cleavage. your phone is cast over your shoulder and he can’t see your face, but he can almost tell you’re making some kind of lewd face behind the lens.

when you were dating, itadori was very used to receiving pictures like this, accompanied with a caption of a similar nature. he has two choices: give in to your seduction and go over to your apartment to see what you want from him, or completely ignore you and go on with his evening.

he seriously wants to take the latter option, but the tent in between his legs says otherwise. “fuck,” he whispers, running a hand through his already messy hair. this is going to be one hell of an evening.

you stare at your phone. it says itadori read the message 20 minutes ago, but he still hasn’t replied yet. you roll onto your stomach on your bed and bury your head into the pillow, withdrawing when you’re met with the familiar scent of your ex. “i need to wash these sheets,” you grumble, picking up the pillow and throwing it across the room where it hits a picture of you and him in front of a nightclub. just as the frame clatters to the floor, the bell rings.

“coming!” on your way to the door, you silently pray that it’s itadori. the lord must’ve heard you because there he is, one hand in his pocket and another in his hair.

“don’t get me twisted, okay? you haven’t talked to me in months and i’m just here to-” itadori is cut off by you pulling him into an impromptu kiss. “what the fuck?”

your smile is saccharine sweet. “i’m single again, which means we can get back together.”

itadori frowns. “what makes you think i want to date you again?” he lets you pull him inside, closing the door behind him.

“because you loved me.” the way you say it is so confident, it sways him. he did love you, but you cheated and tried to tell him that he wasn’t ‘giving you what you need’ and that you had no choice but to ‘expand your horizons’. all of his morals seem to disappear when you pull him down onto the couch and sit right on his crotch.

“and you still want me, yuuji, so don’t try to hide it.” the way you say his name makes him weak in the knees. itadori has always known that you’ll be his undoing, but he didn’t expect it to happen like this. you’re obviously acting impulsively, and getting back with an ex is not the way to solve your problems.

“we can’t do this,” he whispers, but his body disagrees, his hands sliding under your thighs subconsciously. “you need time to relieve your pent up emotions.”

“i am relieving my pent up emotions,” you protest, placing your hands on his chest and seating yourself directly above his growing erection. “see?”

you’re irresistible and you know it, and itadori is falling for your seduction. hard. keeping eye contact with him, you dip your head into the crook of his neck and drag your lips along the skin. he groans deeply, his grip on your hips tightening and pulling you back and forth on his crotch.

“you’re so pretty, yuuji,” you say into his neck before sinking your teeth into the flesh. “i know you missed me, baby. let it all out just for me, okay?” itadori nods as if in a daze; that’s just the effect you have on him.

when your lips reach the neck of his shirt, he slides it off, allowing you full access to his uncovered chest. you remove your hoodie in turn, happily displaying to him the lace bra clasped around your chest. despite seeing you naked multiple times, he can never quite believe how beautiful you are; it’s almost like you were sculpted by aphrodite herself.

itadori notices he’s staring when he hears you laugh breathily. “you remember this set, don’t you?” you leisurely trace the patterns splayed across your chest. “you bought it for me on valentines day.”

itadori does remember. he remembers how happy he was when he saw the delight on your face as you lifted the lid of the box, your grin stretching from ear to ear. he remembers the way you wasted no time in undressing right in front of him to try it on, the lacy red material a strong contrast against your flawless skin. he remembers the night that followed, whispered threads of ‘i love you’ weaved in between the sounds of passionate love-making.

he can remember it all, but he can also remember the accompanying bitterness. all of that seems to wash away when you slide off of his lap and sink to your knees in front of him and slide your hands up his thighs. itadori lets you pull his zipper down, and then his boxers, and it’s almost like it was back when you first met: a pretty but stupid student sucking off her classmate in return for him doing her homework.

he’s pulled out of his thoughts by your honeyed voice and your warm hand slowly stroking the base of his cock. “are you ready?”

itadori nods. it’s been so long since the two of you had been intimate like this and, if anything, he was more than eager for you to start. you smile up at him before gliding your tongue along his slit, collecting the slither of precum before taking his tip into your mouth.

once he slips under that thin veil of pleasure, he knows there’s no going back. you have itadori memorised to a t, so you know exactly what makes him shudder. you drag the tip of your tongue along the underside of his cock and take his silky balls into your palm, massaging them just enough to make him sigh contentedly.

“d-do that again.” you do, this time circling your thumb slowly along his smooth skin. he makes a noise akin to a whine and you smile around his length, snaking your other hand along the fat of his thigh before squeezing hard.

he tries his hardest to hold out but the pleasure pumping through his veins says otherwise, and itadori spills into your mouth, his face turning a bright shade of red. you, on the other hand, swallow faithfully, looking right up at him as you lick any residue off of his swollen cock.

just as itadori opens his mouth to apologise, you press a finger to your lips and shake your head. “don’t say sorry,” you muse, rising to your feet and pulling down your shorts. “you liked it, didn’t you? don’t apologise for that.”

he’s speechless; partly because you’re suddenly being so sweet to him, and partly because you’re now standing in front of him, the full set of lingerie complete with the tiny red lace thong concealing your cunt. there’s a tiny wet patch on the seat of the underwear, and he realises that you enjoyed seeing him crumble just as much as he did.

and when you smile cunningly at his reaction, itadori also realises that underneath that sweet, good girl persona, you’re still the self proclaimed primadonna you’ve always been.

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[man11c]

Xavier x Reader - Maybe a few more lessons. Pt 8.

Plot - During second term, you join Nevermore Academy. One of the first things you do is join the archery club, and from there you get to know Xavier Thorpe. At first he seems head over heels for Wednesday, but maybe at some point he'll see something in you? In school, you go through many dilemmas which you need to solve.

Part 8

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Xaviers words repeated themselves on your mind, a loop which you kept restarting whenever it ended. Your reply wasn't as well thought out as you wanted it to be. It was more joking and sarcastic. You and Xavier still had a good night. But you did leave your date hanging. He watched as you went off with another guy who held you in his arms so tender. What surprised you, is that Bianca said nothing. She left the two of you alone and just watched with a smile plastered on her face. Too soon you had to leave Xaviers arms but you held on that extra moment you could. Both faces mirroring each others wide grin when you took a step away from him. This year, no pranks happened, and the dance went smoothly which was just great. So far, so good no outrageous fiasco pulled to ruin the night. Everyone was so relieved. "I need a drink after that, I'll be back." You were warm and thirsty now with the dancing. Xavier gave you a brief nod before watching as you disappeared into the crowd of people behind you. Trying to get by all the jammed people that flailed their arms around in the air almost whacking you a few good times. The line was longer than you expected for drinks to be served up but you stood in the line slightly giddy, still thinking of how Xavier held you. A small tingle in your stomach caused by the simple thought of it all. It was too good... maybe just too good.

Bianca made her move, walking over to Xavier with a concerned look on her face and she got a blank face in return. "Xavier, you need to he careful. She's manipulating you!" Biancs exclaimed to him while you weren't around. Xavier shook his head and put his head back in annoyance. "Bianca stop talking nonsense...I know you're jealous but-" Xavier was rudely cut off with Bianca butting straight in. "No listen to me. Think about it, you were madly inlove with Wednesday, you wouldn't give up... and the second she came? You are suddenly acting like this... Xavier open your eyes!" Bianca persisted, she played on a serious expression with concern that flourished in her eyes. They were hypnotic. Xavier was already a weary guy, who's been hurt by things like this. "She didn't even want to go to the dance with you... she likes the vampire guy. Xavier, listen to me she's usuing you." Bianca took her seat next to Xavier and reached for his hand, cupping it in hers as she looked at Xavier.

Xavier looked... puzzled. Lowering his head as his eyes pranced around the floor. He thought about it again and again. It made sense to him. He was all over Wednesday up until you came to school. Fear and concern struck him. Darting his gaze towards Bianca, who looked at him softly. "She got expelled because she did something similar at her past school... she told me it all. That's why I've been so defensive." Bianca lied straight through her teeth. It's what she was good at. And when matters came to her ex, she still had feelings for - she'd pull far stretches. Xavier shook his head in disbelief, raising his hand to rub his temples as he felt a cluster of emotions hitting him at once. Slowly his mind trapped itself in a defensive mechanism, believing what he was told. Bianca looked so concerned. Xavier let out a shaky breath as a wave of anger hit over him. Standing up abruptly from his seat before storming off, rushing out of the building and shoving past people roughly just to get a gasp of air. It all made too much sense. You could control minds.. invade them. Xavier himself said it.

You manipulated minds.

The feeling of denial dwindled in his inked heart that gave into the accusations. Bianca watched with a tainted smile on her face, the same tainted smile she had been watching you with.

You were taking a look around as you still stood in line. You saw how Xavier rushed out the dance. He seemed angry? What on earth could have happened in the short while when you were away. Concerned, you went out of the queue despite waiting so long already - you had to go check on Xavier to make sure he was alright. Snaking your way through the people around you to finally get outside to see Xavier leaving? "Xavier! Xavier hold on!" You call out, picking up your pace to go after him.

Xavier snapped his eyes on you, a face full of anger as he looked at you. It wasn't the soft face you had been used to. "Leave me the hell alone. I shouldn't even be surprised you'd do such a thing!" He raised his voice at you, making you slow down in your tracks. Your face of concern turned into a lost expression. "Xavier what?" You take a step closer only for him to lash out again. "Don't you act fucking stupid (y/n) of course with a ability like that you could do whatever you want." Xavier nose flared as his face scrunched in anger. His brows pointed down with a certain darkness in his eyes.

Was this... about what you thought this was about? Your mouth parted in shock as he yelled at you as you stood outside in the darkness with the cold attacking your skin. That was the least of your worries. "Xavier are you kidding me do your hear yourself right now?!" You too began raising your voice at the accusations blamed on you. Feeling your heart rate picking up while your breath got heavier. "I hear myself just fine. I'm so tired, of being walked all over. Do me a favor and don't talk to me again. I don't want to be surrounded by another manipulator." Xavier sneered at you, his Adams apple bopped up and down as he continued yelling. His voice slightly shaking due to the anger. You gasp in absolute shock, but you couldn't help but get angry. Being yelled at for something so absurd. "Bianca was right about you. You are too insecure and afraid, so you think everyone is out to hurt you. I should have listened to Bianca the first time when she told me how you broke up with her." You snapped at Xavier glaring at him angrily. Those words only pissed him off more. He gave you daggers before he left you to stand all alone. His figure getting smaller.

"Urugh!" You yell to yourself before you rush yourself back to the Rave'N, your date was waiting for you.

Bianca met you at the entrance, giving you a worried look. "Oh my god, (y/n) I saw what happened... are you okay?" You held your shoulder, rubbing it with comfort. Suddenly you felt like you'd burst into tears. "I should have listened to you Binaca." You say much softer than before, your voice wavering as you spoke. Your breathing uneven. "Oh dear... go enjoy your night. You still have a great date waiting for you over there." Bianca spoke to you so softly, as she guided you through the crowd back to your date. A malice expression on her face as she walked behind you. "Just forget about it... you can leave the getting angry till later after the dance." She whispered into your ear before she left you. Bianca has the biggest devious smirk on her face as she walked back to Yoko.

Whatever you did to try take your mind off it, you just couldn't. Dancing with your date didn't even feel the way it should. You were distant - mind far off in another place not even paying attention to him. The first place Xavier went was his art studio, when he was met with the painting of you looking at him with such a smile. He knocked it off the stand. Letting it fall face flat. His emotions all being blurted out into paper, he threw painting over the painting of you. The soft colours being taken over by dark brutal colors. It changed itself to something powerful with overwhelming emotions. Sad, angry betrayed emotions. Xavier couldn't process it but he heard your distant voice, it only pierced deeper through his heart. His friend that he grew so fond of, betrayed him and hurt him. He thought of you and your cruel beauty that truly manipulated him. His hands jittered as he tried to paint, he didn't know if it was anger or even just sadness at that point. Either way, his heart hurt. The change from feeling so light and warm to a cold brutal bash right through his heart.

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IM SO SORRY FOR THIS.. I HAD TO 😭😭 IM SPRRY I LIED THAT THIS WSS GONNA BE SWEET BUT I LOVE ANGST😓

Part 9 out now ❗️❗️

word count : 1462

[ponkwan]

⌗ ⸰ ₊⠀ BITTERSWEET !

the one where you and mingyu kiss, but there’s regret after the two of you do.

pairing: mingyu x (f)reader

word count: 0.9k

rating: pg-15

content: ANGST!!!!!!, pining, implied unrequited love; ft. close friend!mingyu

warning/s: profanities, reader is treated like a rebound, mingyu and reader are drunk, sad ending :(

You can tell that he knows it was a mistake the moment he breaks away from the kiss, lips parted before it transforms into a frown, his eyebrows knitting in what seemed like confusion until he fixes his gaze on yours, catching you already looking at his disappointed expression.

“____,” he utters your name slowly, still in disbelief of what just happened, “I’m sorry. That… that—I don’t know why I just—”

“It’s okay,” you cut him off, preventing him from saying anything that’ll make your heart break into tinier pieces. “I get it. You’re drunk. You’re not thinking straight.”

He doesn’t say anything to correct your statement. He just backs away from where he has you caged sitting on the kitchen counter, a heavy sigh escaping him while his hands run through his hair. From those gestures alone, it seems that he’s having a quick replay of events and that he’s slowly getting out of his intoxicated state, regret washing over him this instance.

You don’t say anything more in return either. You only remain there on your spot, the burning sensation on your mouth still present despite the reason for its existence no longer being there. You have this sudden urge to touch your lips because of it, to feel where Mingyu’s lips were seconds ago—where his tongue even glided on when he got carried away and went ahead of himself. But you resist the desire to do so, not wanting him to be aware of how this truly affected you which can make him think of this as a bigger deal than he already does.

“I shouldn’t have done that,” he mutters under his breath. “Holy shit. I shouldn’t have done that.”

“It’s fine,” you say, hopping off from your place.

“It’s not.” He looks at you again, though he turns away almost immediately afterwards, perhaps out of guilt. “I just… I just kissed you. I kissed you all of the sudden for fuck’s sake—and because of what? Because I was sad that my ex found someone else? It’s a dick move.”

“It’s fine, Mingyu.”

“It’s not,” he snaps. “Friends don’t pull that shit on each other, you know.”

Your insides churn. Or maybe that’s just the last pieces of your heart finally crashing down from its station inside your ribcage. Whatever it is, you opt to joke a bit in an attempt to salvage what’s left of your dignity. “I know, but I’d appreciate it if you stop treating me like some kind of a virgin who hasn’t been touched before. You’re not the first guy to kiss me out of the blue quite frankly.”

He doesn’t look amused by it. “____…”

“It’s fine,” you repeat for the third time that night, even if it really isn’t. “Like I said, you weren’t thinking straight. Don’t make an issue out of nothing.”

“This isn’t nothing. You should be mad at me.”

“I’m not.”

“You should.”

“I don’t know. Perhaps. Maybe.”

“And you look like you’re not.”

“Yeah, maybe not.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know.” You shrug. Perhaps I’ve always wanted to experience what it was like to kiss you, that’s why. “I mean, it’s partially my fault too. I didn’t stop you. I’m a little drunk myself.” You half heartedly chuckle.

Mingyu stares at you, and you know he’s doing it because he’s trying to read your mind. He doesn’t know how to be subtle whenever he attempts to decipher whatever goes around in your head, since most of the time, you’re able to conceal what you feel excellently to the point you don’t even have to try too hard as well. You just have to keep a straight or casual face, and then that’s it—totally unnoticeable.

“I’m sorry,” he only apologizes again and you close my eyes, smiling as you sigh.

“Stop apologizing. Please. You’re going to make me feel bad.”

“You can’t just—”

“Let’s just forget about it.” You cut him off. “Just treat this as a nightmare or whatever. I don’t care. I just need you to stop saying sorry, Mingyu.”

He takes a deep breath, and finally nods, stepping farther away from you that gives you the space you didn’t know you needed in order to feel calmer.

“Anyways,” you start again, “I think it’s best that I go.”

He meets your eyes. “I… I think you’re right.”

“Good. At least we’re on the same page with that one.”

You’re certain that you’re forgetting a few of your belongings (a jacket and an umbrella) in Mingyu’s unit that you don’t bother finding. You just snatch your bag from the couch and stand there in the living room for a few seconds before looking back at Mingyu who never followed you there and instead stayed in the kitchen, just staring at you as you got your things.

You don’t know what to say to properly express your farewell, so you just ask him a question you already know the answer to. “You’re going to Jeonghan’s birthday celebration, right?”

He decides to walk towards you this time, but only to head to the door so he can open it for you. “Yeah.”

“Okay. Guess I’ll see you then.”

You don’t wait for him to reply. You just march straight to the hall outside, not turning back and letting the heavy feeling in your chest escape in the form of rapid tears and a muffled sound.

thank you for reading ! feedback is always appreciated ☻

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[clickerflight]

"I didn't know where else to go."

Content: Villain whumpee, detective caretaker, fairly graphic cuts, amputation of a digit, mentions of stitches, large burns. Caretaking time, y'all

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Detective sat at his desk, two laptops, three steno pads, and uncountable numbers of pencils and pens covering the couch, floor, and coffee table in front of him. He hadn’t done any real work for the past hour, though. He was tired. He had been staring at all of the evidence he had in relation to a missing diamond for the past hour and he just couldn’t bring himself to care anymore. It was some diamond missing from a rich woman’s home, probably just a case of insurance fraud at the end of the day and he was so tired of it, but because of all of the red tape going on with the governments as three cities navigated their way into becoming one and reconciling different laws, hero and villain crimes (the interesting ones) were locked away for more popular detectives to figure out, ones with PR teams. 

Detective snorted and leaned forward to snag his mug, taking a sip of coffee. Crime rates had gone up as everyone struggled to figure out what was and wasn’t legal and all of the villains in the area took advantage of that as much as they possibly could. It was almost enough for him to buy an unregistered sniper rifle and go vigilante on the streets. 

He idly typed ‘what to make a hero mask out of’ into the search bar for kicks and giggles, not really reading anything on the screen that came up afterwards. He wondered if he should just go to bed. He was always so nihilistic when he was tired. 

Or maybe he should just go on a rampage as a vigilante. That sounded like more fun anyways. He could wear a bandana and gain a cult following and have a stupid name and shoot bad guys in the face. 

Mid imaginary fight scene, clutching his now cold coffee, there was a hesitant knock at the door, light and almost too quiet to hear. Detective frowned and looked over at the door, listening hard to make sure he wasn’t imagining things. 

After a long pause, there was another knock at the door and he sighed, setting his cup down and tossing his steno books aside, hidden pencils and pens clattering to the floor as he opened a drawer and grabbed his gun before going to the door. He peered through the peep hole, but all he could see was a slightly slumped figure. 

He sighed again, unlocked the door, and opened it. The man had his forehead pressed to the door, so he stumbled when it opened, clutching at his chest. He lifted his bruised face and Detective frowned. “Villain? What are you doing here?” Detective asked, readying his gun, but Villain just blinked slowly, as though dizzy and confused as he tried to solve what the shiny thing was that the Detective was holding. 

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled. “I didn’t know where else to go.”

“Villain? What did you get into?”

Villain reached out shakily and Detective took him by the arm, hauling him in. His costume was really just a pile of rags at this point, nothing but cloth hanging off of a too thin frame. Detective sat Villain down at the end of the couch after tossing a pillow from one of his exes to the ground and pulled apart Villain’s clothing to see if and where he was hurt since Villain didn’t seem to be in a state where he could really explain what was going on. 

Villain weakly tried to push Detective’s hands off of him, but Detective caught his wrists and held them in one hand, noting that they were small enough for him to hold in one hand. 

“Look, buster,” Detective said sternly. “If you come to my apartment and ask for help, then you are going to let me help!”

Villain stared at him for a moment, and the tension slowly left his arms as Detective pushed back the last fold of clothing. Blood dribbled down Villain’s chest, no longer being soaked up into his costume. Detective hissed and wiped the blood with his palm, trying to find the source of it all. He traced it back to a slash down across Villain’s collar bone, deep enough that Detective could feel the bone as he grazed over it. There were a few other cuts across Villain’s torso, and as Detective found each one, Villain’s eyes fluttered as he fought with unconsciousness. 

“Alright, stay right here,” Detective said, standing up and dropping Villain’s wrists. “I’m going to get my stuff. Stay.”

Villain nodded slightly and Detective sprinted to his bathroom, pulling out his heavy duty first aid kit and coming back. 

“Here you are,” Detective said, holding a couple of pills to Villain’s mouth. Villain took them and Detective helped wash them down with a small flask of whiskey he kept in the kit before taking a sip from it himself to bolster his nerves. 

He lost himself in that bloodsoaked hour, washing the wounds, ignoring Villain as he finally passed out, packing gauze against wounds before going back to the bigger cuts and sewing them shut and bandaging them, working his way across Villain’s body until he’d got his front bandaged. 

Detective got him rolled over and swore when he saw Villain’s back. There were no cuts here, but there were large swaths of blistered skin. 

He ran to his sink, washing out an empty ice cream bucket and filling it with cool water and coming back, dipping paper towels in it and plastering the paper towels to Villain’s back to help cool it. 

Deciding not to move Villain too much, he simply took scissors and cut through the remainder of his clothes, checking his legs for injuries. Besides some horrific bruising, they seemed to be fine. 

Detective did one more once over and finally got a better look at Villain’s bruised hands. There had been so much blood everywhere, Detective didn’t notice it earlier, but Villain’s pinky on his right hand was missing. 

Detective winced and washed Villain’s hands, bandaging them as best he could and then knelt by the couch, looking at the mostly naked man that laid there. He sighed and went to put on a pot of coffee before spending the rest of the evening putting new paper towels on Villain’s back with more cool water. 

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Villain woke up reluctantly, and only because he was in so much pain. He wondered what Supervillain had in mind for him today. He only hoped it would have nothing to do with his feet. He wouldn’t be able to get away if the opportunity presented itself. 

Wait. Didn’t the opportunity already present itself? The guards had left and Villain remembered being able to slip from the cuffs because of how much blood was on his hands. Did he get caught?

He cracked one eye open and couldn’t really see through his hair, but the other eye was buried in something plush and soft. He was on a sofa and there was someone slumped next to the sofa, watching The Office on a computer on the table. 

“Mmm?”

The figure turned and Detective’s face came into focus. 

“Hey, I have some fever reducers and pain killers here for you,” Detective said, getting up to grab some pills off of the coffee table and a cup with a straw. 

Villain took it without thinking, swallowing down the water gratefully. Detective took the cup away and Villain very carefully moved, testing his ability to sit up. He winced and hauled himself up so he could lean his head on the arm of the chair. Detective helped him adjust the blanket as he moved and he sighed.

“I shouldn’t have come here.”

Detective shrugged. “I don’t really mind. Now I have a good excuse not to go to work today.”

Villain smiled a little, ignoring the pain in his cheeks and eye where he was badly bruised. “Sounds good to me.”

Detective nodded and Villain saw him looking him over again. “So….. who did this?”

Villain sighed. “Trust me on this one, Deet. Stay out of it.”

Detective glared at him. “You do not get to come to my door, make me clean and bandage you all night watching shows I haven’t seen in years, and then tell me to stay out of whatever took an entire pinky off of you.”

Villain twitched his hand, startled. He didn’t have a pinky. He couldn’t really remember when that happened. 

“Who. Did. This. To. You.” Detective said, very seriously. 

Villain winced. “Supervillain. He wanted some Bevin Tech Batteries… uh, that I got totally legally.”

Detective raised his eyebrow, but didn’t say anything about that as Villain uncomfortably tried to rearrange himself again. He yelped, closing his eyes tightly. By the time he got himself back together, there were tears trailing down his cheeks and he cleared his throat. 

“Erm, when we came to the part about payment, he objected to that, quite strenuously. I pushed it and…. Stars, I’m so stupid. Everyone knows not to deal with him, and I thought I’d be different.”

Detective nodded. “Alright, alright. It’s okay. Just rest, alright?”

Villain sighed and sunk into the couch. “Okay…. Thank you.”

“Of course. I need to go to the store and get some stuff for you. I’ll be back, alright?”

“Alright.”

…………………..

Detective closed his door behind him and reached into his pocket. He pulled out the black bandana and tied it around his neck and checked to make sure his guns were all where they were supposed to be in their holsters under his jacket. He paused only to send a text to his best friend asking her to come over that evening to hang out, and set off to kill Supervillain. If he didn’t come back, he knew his best friend would help Villain get back on his feet, but Detective wasn’t planning on letting it get that far. 

[heyangel28]

It’s Her Or Nothing ~ H.S

(Based on the song 'Good Luck Charlie" by Gracie Abrams)

Warnings: None x

Harry and his wife got into a major fight, with her storming out, Harry decided to ease some fire at a small bar downtown. While chatting with the tender Harry realises his worst nightmare is losing his wife and he immediately wanted to patch things up with the love of his life.

A/N: This is so short and I sincerely apologise, I literally have no motivation to write whatsoever and I’m experiencing a massive writers block episode at the moment so please give me suggestions or requests of what to write 🩷

Harry Styles

"You keep a picture of Audrey inside of your wallet, went for a drink and the bartender thought she was dead-”

I turn my wallet over on my hands, my elbows resting against the cold wood of the bar. An empty drink beside me. The Polaroid of her from last summer stares up at me, smiling happily into the camera, wearing a bright summer dress as we stand by a lake. All the memories of the moment come flooding back to my mind. The way she hid her face with her hand as I tried to take it, or the way she'd laugh and tell me to piss off as she peered over my shoulder at the developing picture. Then came the fight, the slamming of doors, the screaming, the crying. She packed her bags and left to go stay with her family. And it was all my fault.

“She's pretty, is she your girlfriend?" A voice snaps me out of my trance and I lift my head up to see the bartender. God she looks just like her, almost a splitting image.

"Oh uh..." I clear my throat and close my wallet over, sliding it back into my pocket. "My wife." I smile sadly up at the woman.

"She’s not with you tonight?”

I shake my head.

“What happened?"

"Oh I uh..." I take a breath and look down at the wood in front of me.

"I'm so sorry." I feel the bartender place a hand over mine on the counter, her face holding a small, comforting smile. "Grief can be hard, but just know that just because she's gone-" Her hand starts to move flirtingly up my arm until it reached my bicep and I can't help but feel the pit in my stomach.

I pull my arm away suddenly, taking a step back from her.

"She's not dead." I say quickly in a defensive tone. The bartender slowly pulls her hand away is if noticing my change in demeanour.

"I'm sorry...?" She blinks a couple times in surprise. "I thought you said-"

"She's not dead.” I defend. “I just-I made a mistake and I lost her. I swear I'm not some crazy idiot in a bar who thinks his dead girlfriend is still alive, I swear she is I just...God, I miss her so much." I sit back down at the bar, placing my head in my hands.

“-He made you live out that nightmare and you almost lost it-“

The bartender doesn’t say anything for a while, I guess it’s lot really in her expertise to comfort strangers. She clears her throat after a long moment of silence.

“You should call her.”

“What?” I lift my head up to look at her over the bar.

“Call her, you clearly miss her, that shows you still love her. I’m sure whatever mistakes you made she’ll forgive you and you can both move on.”

“I uh-“

“Here, you can borrow the bar phone.” She reaches down and picks up a wired phone from under the bar and places it in front of me on the counter. “Just don’t tell my boss.”

I take a deep breath and hesitantly reach my hand for the phone, dialling in my ex’s number and bringing it close to my ear, I could almost feel my hand shaking. As I was expecting it went to voicemail, I look up at the bartender who gives me a encouraging nod. I clear my throat.

“Uh hi, it’s me Harry. I just- I wanted to apologise for everything I did, it was stupid and I just don’t want to loose you over it. Please just…give me one more chance.”

There’s silence on the other end as her machine cuts off, I sigh and hand the phone back to woman.

“No luck?”

I shake my head.

“Don’t worry, she’ll come around eventually, us women always do.”

“Thanks, I’m just gonna head home.” I stand up from the stool I was sat on, grabbing my Joey and heading towards the door. As I exit the bar and make my way down the street and back home my own mobile rings in my pocket. Confused at who’s unrecognised number was calling me this late at night I pick it up, placing the phone to my ear.

“Hello?”

“Harry? It’s me, your wife.”