#i was sitting in my bed on my phone and to my right i saw this like rotten zombie like face start rising from the side of my bed

[wattpadbxtch]

I’ll give u a kiss if u write freak Azzi

i gotchu queen. it's one of my favs to write ngl. azzi's literally perfect.😜

The Fucking Menace

pairing: freak!azzi x paige

warning: smut

Paige knew Azzi was different from the jump.

Like, yeah—she had been with girls before. Plenty of them. She had been good at it too. She knew how to take her time, knew what she was doing, knew exactly how to get a girl trembling underneath her.

But Azzi Fudd?

Azzi was a fucking menace.

Paige had figured it out piece by piece, but the first real clue came in the form of a text.

She had been at practice, minding her own damn business, stretching before drills, when her phone vibrated in her shorts. A quick glance at the screen showed Azzi with a little devil emoji next to her name.

Paige wasn’t dumb. She knew better than to open Azzi’s messages when she was in public. But her curiosity got the best of her. So she unlocked her phone, clicked the notification—

And nearly choked on her own breath.

It was a picture. A very NSFW picture. Azzi in front of her mirror, just a tiny pair of lace panties on, one hand between her thighs, the other holding her phone.

And the caption?

“Thinking about how good you stretch me out. Hurry up and come home.”

Paige’s soul left her body.

She locked her phone so fast she almost fumbled it, eyes darting around the gym, praying to God nobody saw her reaction. But damn, she was already flushed. Already ready to call practice early and haul ass back to her apartment.

And the worst part?

Azzi knew what she was doing.

She loved this shit. Loved getting Paige all worked up when she couldn’t do anything about it. Loved knowing Paige was sitting there, thighs clenched, trying to focus on basketball when all she could think about was Azzi’s bare skin, the little arch of her back, the fucking smirk she had on her face in that damn picture.

And when Paige finally got home that night?

Azzi was waiting for her—stretched out on Paige’s bed like a damn meal, one of Paige’s hoodies barely covering her, eyes dark with amusement.

Paige had dropped her bag on the floor, standing in the doorway, just looking at her.

“You are so unserious.”

Azzi had just grinned. “You liked it, though.”

Paige had swallowed hard. “Obviously.”

Azzi had sat up slow, biting her lip. “Then why are you still standing there?”

And that was how Paige ended up on her knees between Azzi’s thighs within five minutes of walking through the door.

But that was just one example.

Because Azzi wasn’t just a freak over text—she was unhinged in bed, too.

She had no shame. None.

She liked to talk Paige through it, liked to tell her exactly how good she felt, how much she loved it.

“Fuck, baby, this dick is so deep— look at you, stroking me like you wanna put a baby in me—shit, you know this pussy is all yours, right?*”

Paige could barely function when Azzi started talking like that.

And it wasn’t just dirty talk. Azzi was always down to try shit. If Paige so much as hinted at something new, Azzi would tilt her head all innocent-like and go, “Oh? You wanna try that? Okay, bet.”

And then she would show out.

Paige had never met a girl who could take strap like Azzi. It made no damn sense. She could go round after round, still talking her shit, still asking for more. Paige had tested her limits so many times and Azzi had never once tapped out first.

And the craziest thing?

Azzi had favorites.

Like, she would be riding Paige’s strap, hands planted on her chest, taking it like she was born for it, and she’d be talking—talking, like she wasn’t losing her mind.

“Mmm, fuck—this my favorite way to fuck you, baby— you like watching me take it? Like watching my pussy stretch around you? Shit— you love it when I bounce on it, don’t you?*”

And Paige? Paige was clenching the sheets, jaw slack, barely holding on for dear life.

Every time she thought she had the upper hand, Azzi flipped the script.

Paige was topping, sure. She was in control, technically. But somehow, Azzi always had her exactly where she wanted her.

Like that time Paige had her pinned down, strapping her slow and deep, thinking she was in charge—

Only for Azzi to wrap her arms around her, pull her close, and whisper, “C’mon, baby, you know I like it nasty. Go harder.”

Paige had nearly blacked out on the spot.

She did go harder. She did whatever Azzi told her to do, every single time.

Because Azzi Fudd was a different breed.

And Paige?

Paige was never not gonna give her exactly what she wanted.

[hotgeniusreid]

He love me, He give me all his money

Aaron Hotchner x F! BAU Reader

Mentions of: Sex, Oral (f receiving), fingering, downright sinful is the way to describe this fic, reader is a literal girl boss who makes her own money but Hotch would literally hand her his 401K with no hesitation.

Text divider by: @ianrkives

!!!NSFW/MINORS DNI YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!!!

“Aaron for the last time I told you, I make more than enough money to spoil myself, I don’t need to use your card.” You grumble, adjusting your phone using your shoulder to hold it against your ear, various shopping bags adorning your arms, you had decided to put your day off to good use, and retail therapy always had a special place in your heart.

“Honey the reason you make more than enough is because of me, I’m not going to tell you again, use my card, after all, I like spoiling you.” You can feel the smirk through the phone, with a sign you give up, “Fine but don’t get upset when I leave you broke.” You teased, “I can handle it, honey, want you to show me what you got with my money when you get home.” And with that, he hung up.

You shook your head, a small smirk on your lips, he wanted you to use his card so you were going to use it wisely.

Hours later and way too many shopping bags, you open the door to your shared apartment, you call out to Aaron, hearing him call back to you from the bedroom, you enter your shared room to see him lying on the bed, with gray sweatpants and no shirt. You smile softly, dropping your bags on the ground before climbing into your shared bed, crawling over to him, “Hi honey, how was your shopping, and how did you manage to carry that many bags?” He questions, arching his eyebrow.

You laugh, “Never underestimate the power of a determined woman. Shopping was good though, used your card to buy some stuff.” You murmured, pressing a kiss to his lips. “Yeah? You gonna show me what you got with my card?” He asks, trailing his hand up your side. You nod your head, parting from him and pushing yourself off the bed, you grab two of the bags you had brought home with you, before padding to the bathroom in your room, bags in tow, “I’ll show you when I get out of the bathroom.” You wink at him.

Closing the door behind you, you begin to undress. Grabbing the bigger bag of two you pull out the item you purchased, lingerie. A navy blue three-piece set that you knew would make him feral, you slip into it, feeling how nice and soft that lace felt against your skin, you were never one for lingerie as you would much rather just be stripped bare and cut to the chase, but the way it felt against your skin, and the way you looked in it gave you a major confidence boost.

And the cherry on top? Picking up the smaller bag, you grab the black box inside and open it up, a gold Cuban Link anklet with the letter ‘A’ hanging from it, you saw it and you had to have it, sure those were the only two things you used his card for, but you were sure he would be pleasantly surprised.

You fixed your hair up in the mirror and sprayed your favorite perfume, you gave yourself one final look before turning around and opening the door, “Don’t get mad at me, but I only bought two things with your card, and I think it was more than enough, don’t you agree?” You murmured, eager to see his reaction. “Honey I told you that you could spend as much as you wan-” he looks up from his phone to look at you, his sentence cut short as he takes in the sight of you in the lingerie, you walk closer to the bed, and before you get the chance to ask him if he likes it, he’s swinging his legs over and sitting up, pulling you flush against him, a growl rumbling in his throat.

“Christ honey, give me a heart attack why don’t you? You look so fucking gorgeous.” He rasps, his hands wrapping around you to grab your ass, “I thought you’d like it, I saw it and I couldn’t help myself.” You bite your lip to try and conceal your smile, knowing you have him right where you wanted him, he lets out a dark chuckle, looking up at you, his eyes are dark and lustful. “Mm looks like you were right, I do like it, very much pretty girl.” He brings his hand to the back of your head, pulling you down and pressing his lips against yours.

The kiss is hungry, the desperation is evident, the intensity of it making you rub your thighs together, you moan when he slips his tongue into your mouth, and you slot your tongue against his, fighting for dominance, and with the way his hand reaches up to cup your face has your knees buckling.

You pull away, lips swollen and breathing heavy, Aaron stands and grabs you by the waist, turning you and laying you down on the edge of the bed, he drops to his knees, pressing kisses on your thighs, “You still haven’t seen what else I got with your card.” You murmur, lifting so you can look at him, “What else did you get baby?” He asks, pressing more kisses up your thighs, you bend your leg, stopping his kisses by pushing him back with your foot.

That’s when Aaron sees it, the glint of gold that prompts him to look down at your ankle, seeing the pretty little anklet with the ‘A’ on it, and he lets out an animalistic growl at the sight, his cock twitching desperately in his sweatpants. He presses kisses to your ankle, trailing back up to your thighs, “So fucking pretty baby, gonna show you how much I like what you got yeah?” He rasps, pressing a kiss on your clothed cunt, and you shiver at the feeling.

He pulls your panties to the side, his hot breath on your cunt makes you gasp, the anticipation of what’s coming heightening the feeling, and it isn’t long before he’s licking a stripe up your cunt, and your back arches, a long moan falling from your mouth. Aaron groans, the taste of your slick coating on his tongue entices him to continue, he flattens his tongue against your clit, your hand coming down to tangle in his hair.

He looks up at you, seeing how disheveled you already look, your eyes low and pupils dilated, panting heavily and fighting to keep your eyes from rolling to the back of your head, you will yourself to look down at Aaron, and when your eyes meet his intense gaze, you let out a whimper. “A-Aaron feels s’good.” You buck your hips at the feeling of him mouthing at your clit, and then you gasp as you feel him slide in two fingers, instantly finding your sweet spot as he curls his fingers.

You feel it, the coil winding up and threatening to snap, the way he curls and thrusts his fingers, you can hear how wet you are from just his fingers, but you couldn’t find it in you to feel embarrassed because he was making you feel good. He sucks on your clit and it’s your undoing, your cumming with a whine, head falling back, and your thighs closing around him as you spasm and ride out your high.

Aaron pulls out his fingers and you whine at the feeling of being empty, you lift with the little energy you have left and see Aaron ridding himself of his bottoms, his cock springing free and slapping against his stomach. You take this opportunity to rid yourself of your panties. He’s on you within seconds, pressing his lips to yours in a searing kiss, his cock rubbing against your cunt, your grinding against his cock, desperate for him to fill your cunt. He lets out a chuckle seeing your desperation, “What’s wrong baby? Need my cock?” He coos, and you're nodding your head, “Yes, please please need your cock.” You babble, still grinding against his cock, you gasp as his tip gets caught at your entrance, your looking up at Aaron, tears threatening to spill, and that’s all it takes for him to push his cock in.

Your gripping at his forearm, breath caught in your throat at the stretch, no matter how many times you had sex with him, taking his cock was difficult, your clawing at his arm as he splits you open on his cock, your eyes are rolling to the back of your head, still sensitive from your orgasm, you squeal when he is cock is pushing on your g-spot, the tears in your eyes start flowing from the pleasure, and it isn’t long before Aaron’s hips are flush against yours, your trembling under him, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix.

“Breathe baby, eyes on me.” He murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead, you let go of the breath that was caught in your throat, and looking him in the eyes as he pulls out and thrusts back in, you both moan at the feeling, and he’s setting a pace as he thrusts in and out. You're a moaning mess, writhing under him from the pleasure, he grabs your leg, placing it on his shoulder, and he’s bending you, the new position making him hit deeper and you take it, moans getting louder and louder, you hear the ‘plap plap plap’ of skin hitting skin, and you feel the telltale signs of your orgasm once more.

Aaron knows your close, he can feel the way your clenching around his cock, trying to milk him, and it’s working, because he is impossibly close to cumming with the way your cunt is clenching around his cock, and the way your lips are parted in a perfect ‘O’, and your eyes closed shut from the pleasure he’s giving you. He brings his thumb down and messily starts rubbing on your clit, and that is your undoing.

Your clamping down on him and drawing out a long moan, spasming underneath him, and it isn’t long before Aaron cums with a loud groan, painting your insides white, your both coming down from your highs and panting heavily, Aaron leans down and presses a kiss to your neck, “You okay baby?” He murmurs, pressing kisses from your neck up to your cheek. You nod “M’okay.” You mumble.

Aaron pulls out of you and you whine at the empty feeling, it isn’t long before he comes back from your shared bathroom with a wet towel to clean you up, he helps you take off the rest of the lingerie and helps you slip on one of his shirts, your fighting to keep your eyes open from how tired you are, Aaron lays beside you and pulls you into his arms, it’s then that you hear him chuckle, “So honey, when do you plan on using my card again?” You roll your eyes, “You might as well give me your 401K at this point.” He lets out a low laugh, “Sweetheart it was already yours the moment I laid eyes on you.”

[rebelssvy]

roommates ✧.*

ushijima x reader ੈ✩‧₊˚

⋆·˚ ༘ *

summary: ushi is your roommate and saw your phone with porn on it. creating an interesting relationship with you two. sex, smut, porn

i added twt links bc why not just to make it juicer lol

the worst thing to ever possibly happen, happened. while getting some cereal at one a.m, you had been scrolling on your own personally private twitter account. do you have porn on there? yes. do you actually watch it? yes. did you mean to leave it open on the counter top? no. not at all.

so to your horror as you ran to the pantry for some more cereal, you came back to the kitchen to find your your roomate, ushijima, standing right above your phone.

the action of him ease dropping isn’t what got you, he often snoops around your shared apartment. it was the audio you heard coming from it that made you jump out of your skin.

in the dead quiet of your dimly litted apartment, the audio of a girl getting absolutely railed by a man echoed.

“oh my god!” you scrambled, running over to your phone you shut it off. then threw it across the room it landing on the couch.

your hands instantly found your face, everything was burning up. ushi was normally a kind of awkward guy. not ever really saying much and when he did, it was always just kind of awkward.

did this stop you from having a crush on him? of course not. how could it? he was fucking huge. his muscles could make you pop from a hug. and he was also caring. even if he stuggled showing it. so you had no idea how he was about to handle this.

“you don’t have to be embarrassed y/n.” his voice prodded through the silence. it was deep, hushed. it wasn’t until a hand found your back that you looked up to him.

“i’m so so so sorry ushi!” you said turning to face him, putting your hands on his chest and burrying your head into his pecks. being touchy with him wasn’t abnormal. he just never really reciprocated it. that didn’t bother you.

“i’m… i’m just gonna go to bed.” you said before leaving your cereal on the counter, grabbing your phone and walking away.

that night you slept in horror. praying that he wouldn’t move out because of the action.

that night ushijima was more sexually frustrated then he had ever been.

✧.*

the next day when you two were at dinner, he brought up the situation from last night.

“god.. you don’t have to try to make me feel better. just forget about it.” you stood shaking your head. you two were out at a random restaurant about to leave when he asked you about it. you really wished he could just forget.

“you know y/n.. everyone watches porn.” he said it casually. tone unwavering. your eyes darted to his, attempting to read his emotions. to which you were met with a straight face.

the rest of the night you kept thinking about what that meant. does the ushijima wakatoshi watch porn? no way. i mean… there is no way right? in your head he could never be tempted. he’s too idk. perfect.

those words haunted you until you got home. every moment of silence between you lead back to the mental image you created.

finally walking through the door you decided to bring it up with him. you just didn’t know how.

he waked to his bedroom as you made you way to the kitchen for a drink. “hey ushi..?” you called out. he only responded when he walked back in with a changed, more casual outfit.

“yes y/n?” he replied finding a spot on your shared couch. instantly stretching he made himself comfortable as he flexed his biceps ever so subtlety. your eyes wandered to wear his shirt poked up. a flips of his happy trail peaked out. “do you have a question?” he said. your eyes snapped back to his face. you only nodded in reply.

going and sitting down next to him, sitting cris cross legged. as he faced forward his head turned to you. you were close, but not as close as you wished you were. so you opted to scoot closer to him. one of your knees now touching his thigh.

“earlier, i just can’t get it out of my mind… you said yk ‘everyone watches porn.’… and i was just wondering if like.. excuse me if im over stepping here but, if you watched.. porn?” your skin felt hot. like you were burning up. after you said it you wished you could take it back.

there was a long pause, and you swore you died and came back to life. just as you were about to excuse yourself to suffer an eternity of embarrassment, he responded.

“yes i watch porn.”

it was the answer you had longed for. craved and yearned. but now what? you asked him.. now what do you do?

“okay…” you said, hesitant. “i’m sorry. i don’t know what to say i’m so embarrassed oh my g-“ he stopped you mid sentence. cutting you off to say,

“want to see what i watch?” his tone was so casual that he never seemed more comfortable to talk to you. you couldn’t give him a verbal yes, so you shook your head yes instead.

you gasped as he moved his arm closer to you, only to grab his phone your thigh had been covering up. you watched intently, all nerves stood on end as he traveled to his notes app. you watched as he unlocked a hidden folder that revealed several links and notes under them. this was so ushijima. you thought to yourself.

“can i?” you asked while scooting closer to him. he flushed and shook his head yes. you scrolled through tens of links and notes beneath them like, ‘threesome two boys one girl.’ or ‘good creampie.’ it wasn’t out of the ordinary until one really caught your eye. it was a link, then labeled. ‘y/n.’ you gasped reading your name. then he caught on right away. obviously embarrassed he shut his phone off and didn’t say anything.

curiosity struck at your bones. what was that video? what did it have my name on it?

“can i.. can we maybe watch some of them..?” you leaned into him now bringing the phone back up to seversace level and unlocking it. he never said no. he shook his head yes before saying.

“let me explain-“ you cut him off, pressing a finger to his mouth before saying. “we will save that one for last how bout that…” you were now flirting with him. and he could tell. he shook his head yes once again as you scrolled through all the different links.

finally clicking on one you watched it with him side by side. you watched as a boyfriend penetrated his smaller girlfriend with his huge cock. you felt ushijima squirm next to you, obviously uncomfortable.

“fuck…” you said without realizing. your head whipped to his but he was already looking at you. and god.. he was so handsome. his lips parted slightly, glossed from his own saliva

“can i please kiss you?” he asked while dropping his hand and now holding your face. before giving him an answer you brought your face to his with passion. kissing him so intently. your lips molded around each others. it was hot. it was almost too much to handle. a line of saliva connected the two of you as you parted.

you picked up his phone and went back to scrolling. this time his hands were all over you, touching every part of your body. brushing over it of pinching at it, he needed to feel you.

you moaned as he brought his head to your neck and slurped at all your open skin. you watched videos that he had saved, making mental notes about how the women in them are. or what he was into like, two lovers forced to be quiet or how the girl in the video spread herself open to get finger fucked.

finally you made your way to the video with your name on it. ushijima had now brought his eyes back to you, nervous of what was about to happen. in silence you clicked on it. just to find a video of a girl with your body type and look getting absolutely pounded.

“i’ve never been fucked like that before…” you admitted, breaking the silence. you looked over to him. dropping the phone now.

“fuck y/n… i’m trying really hard right now to be a gentleman but your making it hard.” he dropped his head back before bringing a hand to his hair and messing with it.

“fuck that! just fuck me please oh my god!” you squealed out, shocked that you even said it. you smacked a hand over your mouth. but it was too late. ushijima had already taken you into his arms. carrying you into his room.

“i haven’t..” he started while throwing his clothes off, and undoing yours next, “been able to get you out of my mind. i need you so bad” he admitted now laying you down on the bed.

it was all happening too quickly. and yet his pace was awfully slow for you. fully naked you stared at him. he stared back at you.

finally his fingers trailed your asshole before finding your cunt. it was soaked already, ushijima was seeing stars. “fuck your so wet..” he groaned. “can i?” he asked for your consent.

“yes! ushi~just fuck me!” you moaned as his hand cupped your soft little cunt. he stood above you, spread your legs open and pressed his middle finger into your tight little hole. taking it out to draw circles on your clit. your back arched at all of his motions. you squirmed under his touch.

“god your so fucking tight. so fucking pretty.” he groaned before putting another finger into you. pumping it in and out of you at reckless pace.

“need more… i need your cock ushi..!” you moaned out grabbing at his length. you jerked him off a couple strokes before he pulled his fingers out of you and pushed them in your mouth.

you sucked your own juices off his digits. and oh my god, ushijima had never felt hotter. he felt like he was on fire.

now on the bed with you he threw your body around into a doggy position. your ass in the air. he waited seconds just looking at you before he positioned his cock near your hole.

as his fat tip sank its way further into your sobbing cunt, the more your pussy sucked him in. half way in and he thought he was going to cum. he pushed the feeling deep down into his soul. he needed to fuck you first.

“ushijimaaa~ fuck! ah-! your so fucking bi-i-g!” and with that moan of his name, he swore he heard wedding bells.

a new fuel fired his engine, as he pounded your wet cunt from behind. your arched your back further. the sensation was too much for you. the feeling of you stretching out around his fat cock. you could feel him everywhere.

your cream gathered at the base of his cock, it made his mind go hazy. pushing your farther into the bed, he rested more of his weight on you. slamming his cock in and out of you. your noises filled the room. the way you clenched around home you knew you were close.

“fuck you like that? cmon y/n.. cum around my fucking cock.” his words sent you over the edge. shaking and spasming beneath him you cursed out moans. saying ‘fuck ushi-! god i fucking love your dick ohmygod’ it wasn’t until his pace slowed slightly that you realized that he wasn’t stopping.

“i’ve been waiting to fuck uou for months baby. cmon gimmie a nother one cmon…” you watched all his composer slip away as he pounded your overstimulated body. flipping you on your front you got pounded face to face with him. his eyebrows furrowed. he was such a sight.

you felt your second orgasm approaching. he reached down to circle your creamy clit. as soon as he touched it pleasure ripped through you. your body lurching forward. you shook with the feeling.

“imcummingfu-c! god ushi~ your cock oh my god. fuck your so fucking good ah-!” you moaned, almost screaming him praise. he came on the spot. his cock filling you up with his seed. you felt him everywhere.

“god your so perfect. oh my god fuck y/n.” he said through grunts and groans. finally he fell next to you. kissing your sweaty body.

getting cereal at one am was the best thing you’ve ever done.

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i missed writing about him so u know i had to do it

[claramelooo]

WOVEN FATES (4/???)

The Carnaval week are coming, so I am having a few moments to chill and write for you.

Just enjoy my perfection!

MINOR DO NOT MUST INTERACT

Pairing: AgathaRio X Fem Reader

Summary: External events take away your control of your own life.

Hey! Now I've a masterlist.

Control

The day began like a nightmare you couldn’t wake up from. The plants, once vibrant, now wilted in their pots, as if the universe itself were draining the life around you. The weather, unstable and oppressive, mirrored the chaos settling in your mind. And the headache—oh, the headache—hammered at your temples like a warning that nothing else would go right. It felt as if the world were conspiring against you, and you had no idea just how true that was.

As you descended the stairs of your building, you nearly tripped over the yellow envelope waiting innocently in your mailbox. The landlord’s notice was a dull blade, cutting without mercy: "Building sold. Demolition in 60 days. Mandatory eviction."

Your hands trembled as they clutched the paper, your fingers pressing into it with the force of despair. That tiny 23m² box was all you had—a precarious refuge, yes, but yours. The only place where rent didn’t devour your waitress salary at the café. It didn’t get much sunlight, and the leaks never failed to show up when it rained, but it was home. And now, even that was being taken from you.

But there was no time for panic to settle. The bus arrived honking, and you ran, your broken heel striking the asphalt like a metronome of misfortune. Traffic was at a standstill, the bus’s air conditioning spat out moldy air, and your phone vibrated. It was your father. You answered out of instinct, never imagining that call would be yet another blow.

"What the hell are you doing?!" His voice cut like a jagged saw, rough and filled with fury. "Your brother... that disgusting excuse of a brother…"

Your heart stopped. Josh. You imagined him dead, beaten, run over. But the truth was worse.

"I caught him with a man in our house! In my bed!" Your father spat the words as if they were poison. “And you’re going to fix this. Now. He should be on his way.”

"Dad, I… I’m on my way to work, I can’t—"

"You’re the only one he listens to!" He roared, and you pulled the phone away from your ear, embarrassed. The other passengers were staring, their gazes pressing into you like silent judgments. "Fix it."

The call ended. You swallowed your sobs and despair, chewing them down as you bit your nails until they bled. The bus finally reached your stop, but you couldn’t even remember getting off. Your thoughts were scrambled, your mind racing in every direction. Work, your brother, the eviction—it all blurred into a fog of agony.

The bus terminal smelled of stale coffee and desperation. Flickering fluorescent lights cast a harsh glow on cracked plastic benches, illuminating weary faces staring at the ground as if the answer to all their troubles was written in the dirty linoleum. You ran between platforms, your heart pounding in rhythm with the loudspeakers announcing departures to distant places. Each destination sounded like a farewell.

And then you saw him.

Josh was sitting in the darkest corner of Platform 4, his worn-out backpack clutched in his lap like a shield. His right eye was swollen shut, purple and bruised, a red gash splitting his eyebrow. And yet, he smiled when he saw you—a shaky smile, full of broken teeth and shame.

"Josh…" You swallowed the lump in your throat, approaching slowly, as if he were a wounded animal.

"Hey, sis," he said, his voice hoarse. He tried to stand but stumbled, and you rushed to steady him. His body smelled of dried blood and cheap menthol ointment.

You sat beside him, shoulder to shoulder, just like when you were kids hiding under the stairs from your parents’ fights. You pulled a damp tissue from your bag and started cleaning the blood from his face, your hands trembling.

"Did he hit you?" you asked, already knowing the answer.

Josh laughed—a bitter sound. "Not just him. A friend of his... thought I was hitting on his son. So he and two other guys waited for me in the alley." He rested his head against the wall, closing his good eye. "Three against one. I did okay, though."

You couldn’t hold back your tears. You remembered him at sixteen, teaching you how to ride a bike, his hands already calloused from work. You remembered the nights he came home late from the grocery store job, his uniform stained with grease, yet he still helped you with your math homework.

"Why didn’t you ever tell me?" you whispered.

Josh opened his eyes, staring into nothing. "You were too young and already had too much on your plate. Work, school, taking care of Grandma... How could I throw one more problem at you?" He rolled up his sleeve, revealing a faded tattoo of a bird in flight. "Besides, the world out there... it’s not made for people like me, sis."

You grabbed his hand, his fingers rough from carrying boxes. "You are not a problem, Josh. You never were."

He looked at you, his good eye glistening. "You know the worst part? It’s not the beatings, not Dad calling me a freak… It’s having to pretend for 32 years. Pretending I liked it when he talked about women, pretending I was with my fiancée when I disappeared from home…" His voice cracked, and you felt the weight of every word.

You knew you had to do something. With your heart clenched, you stood up slowly, determined. You helped Josh up and took him to your apartment, silently promising yourself you’d find him a job. If your father didn’t want him anymore, maybe you could give him a fresh start.

On the way, as you waited for a taxi, your thoughts tangled into a storm: the eviction notice, Josh being kicked out, your father’s relentless demands.

The taxi carried you through the maze of the city. Your phone buzzed in your pocket, and you typed a quick message to América:

Family emergency. I’ll be late. Can you cover for me?

After settling Josh in, you ran to work. América greeted you with a look of exasperation, muttering something like, “You’re impossible.”

And during your lunch break, you scrolled through apartment listings, but none were within your budget—not with you and Josh living together now. You huffed in frustration. Josh. You needed to find him a job. And then, an idea struck you.

Someone.

You reached into your bag, fingers searching frantically for a solution, until they found the card. Black, with elegant silver lettering. It looked almost out of place among your simple belongings. You hesitated for a moment but knew you had no other choice.

Dialing the numbers on your phone, you heard the line ring only twice before a familiar voice answered.

“Hey, Rio.”

"Little gem! To what do I owe the honor?” The woman’s cheerful voice made the confusion in your mind dissipate slightly.

“I… I need help.” Your voice cracked. You barely knew the woman, but you didn’t have many options.

The hesitation in your voice didn’t go unnoticed by Rio. On the other end of the line, you could hear the smile forming.

“Of course you do,” Rio replied, with an almost irritating certainty. Her voice was sweeter than usual, but with an underlying firmness that made your nerves dance. “Tell me what’s going on, little gem.”

You took a deep breath, trying to organize your thoughts. The headache was still throbbing, and the pressure of the situation made your throat feel even tighter.

“It’s…” Your voice trembled with shame, “I’d rather say it in person, if possible.”

Rio let out a small chuckle, as if savoring each of your words.

“Oh, you want to see me?” The teasing in her voice was clear. “That makes me curious, little gem.”

You took a deep breath, trying to ignore the shiver that ran down your spine.

“Can we meet today?” you asked, trying to keep your voice steady.

There was a brief pause on the other end of the line. When Rio spoke again, her voice was lower, more enticing.

“Of course, sweetheart. I’ll send you the address. Come alone.”

The call ended before you could respond.

You stared at your phone for a few seconds, your heart beating faster than you’d like to admit.

There was something about the way Rio spoke that made you feel like you were falling into a carefully woven web… and the worst part was that maybe you didn’t want to escape.

Minutes later, your phone vibrated with a message from Rio.

Urth Caffé. 7 PM. Don’t be late, little gem.

You frowned as you read the name. Urth Caffé was one of the most sophisticated and exclusive cafés in Los Angeles, the kind of place where you needed a reservation just to breathe near the entrance.

For a moment, you wondered if it was some sort of test. Or if Rio just wanted to make clear the difference between the worlds you two lived in.

But that didn’t matter now.

You put your phone away and tried to focus on work, but it was impossible. Your stomach was tied in knots. It was a mix of the meeting with Rio and the uncertainty of the future that made you restless.

Hours later, as your shift was about to end, the worst happened.

The café was busier than usual, the noise of espresso machines and the buzz of conversations blending into a constant hum. You picked up a full tray—three hot coffees, two slices of pie, and a glass of juice—and turned to take it to table 12.

Your body froze.

For a moment, you felt a presence. Something cold, like invisible fingers brushing the back of your neck. Your vision blurred, and it was as if the world around you had folded in on itself.

The tray slipped from your fingers.

Time slowed down. You saw the coffee flying through the air, the cups spinning as if suspended in zero gravity. The sound of glass shattering on the floor echoed through the café, followed by absolute silence.

The hot liquid spread across the floor and, worse, splashed onto the expensive pants of a man sitting near the accident.

He cursed loudly, standing up suddenly.

The blood drained from your face. You couldn’t understand what had just happened. Your grip on the tray had been firm. You were sure of it. But something… something had pulled it from your hand.

Before you could react, a shadow loomed over you.

"You’ve got to be kidding me!"

The tone of disdain was like a slap.

Your boss approached with heavy steps, his eyes full of fury. The entire café was watching.

"You already did me the favor of arriving late, and now this?" His voice cut like a razor. "Are you really this incompetent?"

"I… I don’t know what happened…" Your voice came out shaky. You tried to crouch down to clean up the mess, but he gestured sharply for you to stop.

"You don’t know?!" He laughed, a cruel and impatient sound. "You’re a walking disaster! I should have fired you weeks ago!"

Your face burned. You felt everyone’s eyes on you—some filled with pity, others just entertained by the humiliating spectacle.

Your chest rose and fell rapidly. The cold sensation on your neck was still there. You wanted to turn around, to look for something—someone. But there was no one.

"Leave your apron at the counter. You’re fired."

The words cracked like a whip.

You blinked. For a moment, you thought you had misheard. But then, América, who was behind the counter, widened her eyes and stepped forward.

"Mr. Howard, don’t you think that’s an overreaction? It was just an accident…"

"I don’t pay for incompetence, América." He turned to you again. "Out. Now."

Your fingers trembled as you untied your apron. You felt your eyes welling up, but you didn’t want to cry there. Not in front of everyone.

You placed the folded fabric on the counter, grabbed your bag, and left without looking back.

The air outside felt heavy, as if the whole city was about to swallow you.

The phone vibrating in your hand was the only sound that managed to pull you back to reality.

A new message.

I hope you have a good excuse for your delay, my dear.

Shit.

Maybe you needed to apply for two jobs now.

Urth Caffé was the kind of place where every detail screamed exclusivity. From the delicate chandeliers hanging from the ceiling to the tiny porcelain cups holding absurdly expensive coffee. You had never stepped into a place like this before. Never felt the weight of so many expectations pressing down on you.

And at that moment, you felt the weight of Rio Vidal’s gaze, piercing into you like a sharp blade.

She was leaning against a white leather armchair, her fingers tapping lightly on the armrest as if keeping time with her own impatience. The moss-green tailored suit she wore had a deep V neckline that dipped into the valley of her breasts, making her presence seem even larger in the room. You swallowed hard, feeling the urge to lean in just a little closer to get a better look.

Her light brown eyes scanned you from head to toe, stopping at your hands, still marked by the red of shame.

"Almost an hour late, little gem," she said, her voice as soft as the edge of a scalpel. "And I hate waiting."

The words were simple, but they carried a crushing weight.

You averted your gaze, looking down at the table. You noticed a cup of black coffee sitting in front of her. A fine piece of white porcelain with golden details. The dark liquid, with no trace of milk or sugar, looked almost like a stain against the cup’s purity.

Bitter.

Your stomach twisted. You opened your mouth to speak, but your tongue felt tied. Rio wasn’t like your boss. She didn’t yell, didn’t make a scene. But her pressure was much worse.

You swallowed hard.

"I’m sorry. I…"

The words failed before they could even leave your lips. Your heart pounded. Rio arched an eyebrow, her impatience evident.

"I got fired." Your voice came out softer than you intended.

Her eyes narrowed slightly, but she said nothing. She just gestured with a slight tilt of her head for you to continue.

You took a deep breath, trying not to break down.

"I just… I don’t know what happened. I just dropped the tray. Like—" You stopped, shaking your head, pushing the thought away. "It doesn’t matter. He fired me on the spot."

Rio let out a small chuckle, followed by a scoff.

She leaned forward, elbows resting on the table, her woody perfume wrapping around you like a trap.

"And you think the universe conspires against you, darling? That hidden forces knocked over your tray?" she said, clearly mocking your attempt to justify yourself.

You clenched your fingers against the fabric of your skirt, averting your gaze from hers. "I don’t know what happened," you repeated, more to yourself than to Rio.

And you sank further into the cushioned seat, feeling your cheeks burn with pure embarrassment. You hadn’t thought that... But things had happened in such a... strange way. So out of your control.

She let out a slow sigh, as if enjoying your confusion. The corner of her mouth curled into a lopsided smile, but her eyes were sharp, analyzing every little reaction of yours.

"So you need a job."

You nodded, feeling your face burn. "Actually… I need two."

"Two?" She tilted her head slightly. "And why do you think I would give you a job, let alone two, to a clumsy little girl?"

Her smile widened. Her eyes gleamed with an interest that made you shrink into the seat.

Your stomach twisted at the way she said that. As if she had already decided you were nothing more than a child stumbling through the world.

Rio leaned forward slightly, resting her chin on her hand, studying you like a predator sizing up its prey.

You clenched your fists in your lap, trying to steady yourself.

"Because I’m dedicated." You spoke, your voice firmer now. "I learn fast. I’m not stupid."

"Oh. Of course you’re not," if Rio had seemed annoyed before, now she looked at you with her usual bright, playful eyes. "You’re a smart girl, aren’t you?" She took a sip of her coffee, but the shadow of her smile was still there.

Your jaw tightened at the thought of her mocking you, treating you as inferior—as a child.

"Don’t pout." She warned, startling you. You really had no control over your expressions. "Come on, say it to me."

Heat crept up your neck, burning your skin. You felt your fingers tighten against the fabric of your skirt again, a reflex of the tension taking over your body.

It was a game.

Everything was always a game with her.

But then, why did you feel so suffocated? So trapped in this web that Rio seemed to weave around you with such patience?

"I—" Your voice failed, and Rio raised an eyebrow, waiting. You hated how much she seemed to enjoy your discomfort.

Your pride screamed at you not to say it. To stand your ground. But at the same time, there was something in the way she looked at you… in the weight of that moment… that made you feel that if you didn’t give in, she would simply lose interest.

And the worst part… you didn’t want her to lose interest.

You needed her.

"I am," you finally murmured, almost in a whisper.

"Louder," Rio said, stirring the spoon in her cup absentmindedly. Her tone was lazy, but her eyes… her eyes were sharp.

Your cheeks burned. You hated yourself for giving in. "I’m a smart girl."

Rio’s smile spread fully now, satisfied.

"Good girl," she praised, and your stomach twisted again, an uncomfortable mix of shame and… something else. Something you didn’t want to admit even to yourself. "That was very convincing." She ran her fingers along the rim of her cup before finally asking, "And why two jobs?"

You hesitated. Part of you wanted to lie. Say anything but the truth. But you knew Rio would notice.

"I have a brother." Your voice came out softer. "He needs me."

Then, as if the moment had never happened, she relaxed in her seat and crossed her legs. "Interesting."

Rio’s eyes gleamed with something unreadable.

For an instant, just one, her expression seemed to soften. But it was so quick you almost thought you imagined it.

She picked up her cup and took a sip, keeping her gaze locked on yours the entire time. Then, finally, she raised an eyebrow, a small amused smile playing on her lips.

The silence that settled between you seemed to compress the air around you. You felt the tension vibrating in every cell of your body, as if you were about to make a mistake that could cost you dearly.

Rio twirled the cup between her fingers, studying you with an expression that revealed absolutely nothing. Then, with that exact calmness that made you want to shrink, she tilted her head slightly to the side.

"Your brother."

Your heart skipped a beat.

"I want to meet him." She said it as if it were the simplest thing in the world. "If I’m going to give you a job, it’s only fair that I know who I’m investing in."

Your hands clenched over the fabric of your pants.

"S-seriously?" You asked, surprised.

Then your mind went to Josh. His face bruised in shades of purple, green, and yellow. You would have thought this would take a bit longer, enough time for Josh to recover his health and his pride.

The woman seemed to ignore your stupid question.

"Tomorrow. At the gallery. Six in the morning." Her authoritative voice fired off commands, making your head spin.

"Is this… is this really necessary?" Your voice came out more hesitant than it should have.

Rio raised an eyebrow, and you immediately knew the question was a mistake.

"I never do anything without a reason, little gem." The way she dragged out the words sounded like a veiled warning. "If you want my help, you shouldn’t question it."

Your stomach twisted. You wanted to refuse. Say that this was unnecessary, that your brother didn’t need to be involved in this. But you needed the job. Needed it desperately.

"Now, as for you…" She leaned back in her seat, crossing her arms. "You still need to prove to me that your hands can stay out of trouble."

Your chest tightened.

"I can do anything." You tried to sound firm. "I learn fast."

Rio let out a low chuckle. The sound made your skin prickle.

"Learning fast doesn’t mean actually being useful," she leaned forward, her presence filling the space between you. The woody perfume mixed with the faint aroma of coffee felt more intense, as if the air around had thickened. "And I don’t have time to train you."

"Then test me." The words slipped out before you could think. You hated the pleading tone in your voice, but it was too late.

Rio stopped. Her eyes widened for a brief second before her pupils dilated, swallowing almost all the golden honey. Her mouth slightly open, as if she was about to speak, but no sound came. Just a subtle movement of her throat as she swallowed dryly. The tip of her tongue moistening her lips, the previously relaxed hand now resting on the table with fingers tensed.

"Test you?" Her voice came out rougher than before, scraping through the silence between you. Her jaw tightened, as if she was holding something back. You nodded, feeling your own chest rise and fall faster than you would have liked.

You nodded, swallowing hard.

She stayed silent for a moment, just watching you. Then, she smiled again.

"Great." She replied, her voice slightly husky.

Your stomach twisted.

She stood up, without saying goodbye, without looking back. She just left, leaving behind the unsettling feeling that, somehow, you had already lost this game before it even began.

As you took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the day, you glanced at the clock, and your heart skipped a beat.

Damn. It was already time for your internship.

You stood up hurriedly, grabbing your bag. You couldn’t be late—not if you truly wanted to impress Agatha. Your legs barely kept up with the urgency of your pace as you headed for the exit. But just as you were about to step through the door, a hesitant voice called out to you.

“Hey... wait a second.”

You turned around and found the waitress watching you with an uncertain look. In her hands, she held a paper bag carefully.

“What’s this?” you asked, frowning.

The girl swallowed hard before replying. “Someone asked me to give this to you.”

Your heart skipped a beat. You took the bag, feeling the light weight of its contents and the lingering warmth of something freshly baked. With trembling fingers, you peeled the paper back slightly and found a meticulous selection of snacks—iced coffee, a dense brownie, a cinnamon roll, and a cheese croissant.

But it was the note that made your chest tighten.

You felt your throat go dry.

“A hard day, isn’t it?

Eat, little one.”

It was almost impossible to reconcile the pieces of who Rio Vidal was. The woman who made you feel small, fragile, always pressing you against the wall… and the same woman who made sure you ate after an exhausting day.

Was it a game? You didn’t understand. She pulled you in and pushed you away, confused you and ensnared you until there was no clear line between where your resistance began and where your surrender ended.

Your stomach twisted at the duality of the gesture. How a simple note and a few carefully chosen snacks had the power to warm your chest with something dangerous.

You swallowed hard and clutched the bag against your chest before stepping out the door, feeling, once again, trapped in the web Rio was carefully weaving around you.

By the time you arrived at your internship at the studio, exhaustion seemed to weigh down every cell in your body. Silent tears slipped down your face as you desperately tried to maintain a neutral facade. The weight of the day was truly crashing down on your shoulders, and you didn’t want to hold it in anymore.

Your superiors’ words passed over you like a distant breeze—you heard them, but you didn’t absorb them. You only responded when necessary, moving like a broken puppet, soulless.

Following orders, delivering documents seemed like a mundane task, but when the door opened for you, the air shifted. It was heavy, almost electric, and your eyes were immediately drawn to the unmistakable gleam of Agatha’s blue eyes. They stared at you, glowing in the dim light like two enchanted sapphires.

Agatha’s trailer was a world of its own. The soft, diffused light came from Himalayan salt lamps, creating a warm and inviting aura that contrasted with the coldness of the studio outside. The scent of sandalwood incense floated in the air, mingling with her woody perfume, which seemed to seep into every fiber of your being. Your legs wobbled as you stepped inside, as if the very space was conspiring to make you more vulnerable.

Agatha was seated on a burgundy velvet chaise lounge, her blue eyes gleaming like beacons in the dark. She watched you enter, her lips curved into a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.

“Honey,” she said, her voice so soft it felt like a physical touch. “You look… exhausted.”

You tried to maintain composure, but your hands trembled as you held the documents.

“Here are the papers you requested,” you murmured, extending them to her with a voice that barely concealed your fragility.

Agatha didn’t take the documents immediately. Instead, her gaze traveled over your face, as if reading every line of exhaustion, every shadow of despair.

“Sit,” she ordered, with a gentleness that left no room for refusal. “You look like you’re about to faint.”

You hesitated, but your feet seemed to move on their own, carrying you to the chaise lounge. As you sat, the weight of the day finally crashed down on you, and you felt the burn of tears behind your eyelids.

“Sorry,” you whispered, staring down at your hands in your lap. “It’s just… it’s been a rough day.”

“Oh, sweetheart…” Agatha’s voice was a low, soothing whisper, like the sound of a gently flowing river. It was warm, almost intoxicating, and you felt your shoulders relax against your will. It was dangerous, but it felt so good you couldn’t resist.

She rose with the elegance of a predator who knew exactly how to hypnotize its prey. Slowly, she approached you, her movements carrying a deliberate grace.

“Come here,” she said, gesturing to the chaise. When you hesitated, she kept moving closer until her hands found the top of your head. The touch was gentle, yet carried a weight that made your mind go blank for a moment.

“What’s been happening, huh?” Her voice was strangely maternal, filled with a sweetness that seemed impossible for someone so calculated.

Your already weakened defenses crumbled. The tears began to fall uncontrollably, and you felt your face heat up.

“I… everything is going wrong,” you began, your voice breaking with sobs. “My parents… they hate me. The difference is that my mother was brave enough to abandon me for good. My boss… he… he humiliated me and then fired me.” Your voice wavered, choking up. “I have no friends, no one. I’m so tired of this pressure. Working, studying, being good… it’s so—so impossible.”

Agatha gently pulled you into an embrace. You didn’t resist, letting your limp body collapse into her arms. Your face was buried against her clothed chest, and her floral perfume seemed to embrace you along with her. The warmth of her body was so comforting that, for a moment, it felt like the rest of the world had disappeared.

“Poor baby…” Her voice was a soothing whisper, but it held something deeper. “No mother to comfort you.”

The way she spoke made you feel small, protected, like you had finally found a safe place. But there was something hypnotic in her voice, something that made your mind waver and your body relax more than it should.

You melted into that touch, into that warmth, unable to notice the satisfaction hiding behind Agatha’s mask of compassion. She watched you with keen eyes, analyzing every detail of your vulnerability. The smile that formed on her lips was almost imperceptible, but it was there.

The kiss on the top of your head was the last thing you felt before everything faded into a warm, comfortable haze. The exhaustion that seemed rooted in every cell of your body finally relented, and the world around you ceased to exist.

When you opened your eyes, it was like being transported into a movie scene. The room you were in was massive, with large windows that allowed sunlight to stream in, reflecting off the dark wooden furniture and the golden details that adorned the space. The curtains, made of a fabric that looked more expensive than your entire bank account, were pulled to the side, revealing a perfectly lit garden.

The soft scent of lavender lingered in the air, probably coming from the sheets of the bed you had slept in. A crystal chandelier hung from the high ceiling, shining as if each piece were cleaned individually every day. For a moment, you just sat there, trying to understand where you were.

“Good evening, sweetie.”

Agatha’s voice echoed behind you, calm yet full of presence. When you turned around, there she was, impeccable as always, a slight smile on her lips. There was something comforting in her tone, but also something that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end.

“Where… where are we?” Your voice sounded hesitant, with a touch of confusion still evident.

“At my house. Pacific Palisades, to be exact,” Agatha answered casually, gesturing toward the window with an elegant motion. “Don’t worry, it’s a very peaceful neighborhood.”

Pacific Palisades. You knew it was one of the most exclusive areas in California. Knowing that only made the situation feel even more surreal. The idea of being there, surrounded by so much luxury, was almost suffocating.

“But… what happened? Why can’t I remember anything?”

Agatha walked toward you, the sound of her heels barely audible against the wooden floor. She stopped a few steps away, hands neatly folded in front of her. “You were unwell. Very unwell,” she explained, her tone firm yet carrying an unexpected gentleness. “You had no one to take care of you, so Rio and I decided to help. It was necessary.”

You frowned. Her words were direct, yet they left something unspoken, a gap you couldn’t quite fill. “But what about Lucky? And my plants? My brother…”

Agatha tilted her head slightly, her sharp eyes assessing every nuance of your reaction. “Rio is taking care of everything. She went to fetch your belongings. As for your brother… He’s an adult. I’m sure he can handle himself.”

“But—”

“Darling,” she interrupted, her voice low, almost soothing. “You need to rest. You were exhausted, and frankly, it was beginning to take its toll.”

Despite her calm tone, something in the way she spoke made you feel like you were being controlled without even realizing it. You stood up, restless, walking to the window. Outside, the perfectly manicured garden seemed like an extension of the suffocating perfection of the house.

“That still doesn’t explain…” you began, turning to face her.

“There’s no need to explain everything right now,” Agatha replied, smiling again. She gestured casually toward the door. “Why don’t we leave these worries for later? Dinner is ready.”

Reluctantly, you followed her out of the room. The staircase you descended together felt endless, each step echoing in the impeccably silent house. When you reached the dining room, the setting was just as luxurious as the bedroom. A small army of staff moved around, carrying trays and adjusting the table’s details as if preparing for a formal event.

“Why are there so many people here?” you asked, frowning as you watched the staff work with near-military precision.

Agatha smiled, and this time, there was a hint of amusement in her expression. “Just the staff, honey. Nothing unusual.”

With a simple gesture, she dismissed them all, and they left in silence, without question. The room suddenly felt empty, and somehow, even more oppressive.

“Doesn’t that seem… I don’t know… unprofessional?” you asked nervously, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

Agatha let out a soft chuckle, the sound echoing through the space. “Perhaps it is. But you’re not going to tell anyone, are you?”

You tried to think of something to say, but the words caught in your throat. There was something in her gaze, something in the way she moved the pieces around her, that was both reassuring and unsettling.

“Now, sit down,” she instructed, pulling a chair for you with an almost ceremonial gesture. “You need to eat.”

You hesitantly sat, feeling like a misplaced piece on a board you didn’t yet understand. As Agatha moved with her usual grace around the room, the persistent feeling that something was off continued to gnaw at you.

Before you could respond, the door opened again, and Rio entered, carrying a large box filled with your plants and a cage with Lucky inside, already meowing in protest. She smirked slightly, as if she had just solved the world’s biggest problem.

“Brought everything,” Rio announced, placing the cage on the floor and setting the plants carefully on a nearby table. Lucky immediately jumped out, inspecting the new environment as if he owned the place.

“See?” Agatha said, her tone almost maternal. “Everything’s taken care of. You don’t have to worry about anything now.”

Rio smiled at the sight of the two of you and went straight to Agatha, leaning in to kiss her deeply, unreservedly. The kiss was intimate and possessive, the kind of display that made their bond unmistakable. You couldn’t help the heat rising to your cheeks, quickly looking away as if you were intruding on a private moment.

After a few seconds that felt like an eternity, Rio pulled away, smirking as she noticed your reaction. Before stepping back completely, she pinched your cheek between her fingers. “Hello, little girl,” she murmured, amusement flickering in her eyes as she watched your flustered expression.

Rio stepped away, sitting next to Agatha. The filet au poivre on your plate was tender, the sauce rich and peppery. But you noticed that both women were drinking wine, while you had a glass of orange juice.

That made you furrow your brows. Your age allowed you to drink legally—so why weren’t you having wine too? Your thoughts were interrupted by a sound from Rio.

“So, how are classes going?” she asked after taking a sip of the crimson liquid. Rio seemed genuinely interested.

You swallowed your food slowly, feeling the weight of their gazes as you processed her question. Something about her tone, combined with the way you were being treated, sent a chill down your spine.

“Classes… are fine,” you replied, trying to sound casual, but there was hesitation in your voice. The orange juice in your hand felt like an almost childish contrast to the elegant wine they were drinking.

Agatha arched an eyebrow, a slight smile playing on her lips as she rested her chin on her hand. “Just ‘fine’? That doesn’t sound very convincing, little gem. Don’t tell me you’re letting your grades slip.”

You looked at her, slightly confused by the almost scolding tone. “No… My grades are good. It’s just that… things have been a bit intense lately.”

Rio let out a low chuckle, leaning forward as she twirled her wine glass between her fingers. “Well, that’s part of adult life, little girl. But you seem to be handling it well. Right, Agatha?”

“Hmm,” Agatha hummed, her eyes fixed on you in a way that made your stomach twist. “She has potential, but perhaps she needs a bit more… guidance.” The woman murmured, sipping more of the intoxicating liquid as she turned her body to face you. “Have you considered that maybe you’re taking on more than you can handle alone?”

“I can handle my own life.” You retorted, feeling a slight discomfort in the way her words echoed in the room. The sensation of being diminished, as if you were inexperienced or incapable, was starting to irritate you.

"Of course you can, darling," Agatha replied softly, but there was something in her tone that made it sound like she was merely humoring you, as one would with a stubborn child. "But that doesn't mean you couldn't benefit from a little help every now and then."

Rio chuckled, raising her glass toward Agatha as if toasting silently. "She’s got a point, you know. Everyone needs someone to hold their hand sometimes. And frankly, you seem to need it more than you realize."

"I'm not a child." You protested, feeling your cheeks burn.

Agatha tilted her head, an indulgent smile on her lips, a softness that seemed to contrast with the weight of her presence. She reached out and brushed away an invisible crumb from your cheek. "Oh, aren’t you?"

You narrowed your eyes at her, feeling the condescending and challenging tone of Agatha bubbling in your stomach. Rio interrupted your intense stare-down. "Agatha, darling…" she murmured calmly.

Rio had been silently observing, but there was something in her gaze that unsettled you, as if she was waiting for a reaction from you, something only she seemed to understand.

"So," Rio said after a few minutes of silence, resting her chin on her hand as she watched you with curiosity. "What's the story behind all this? You, alone, taking care of a cat and an army of plants… sounds like the life of a busy single mother for someone so young."

The tension in the air began to dissipate slightly with Rio's more relaxed tone—she seemed to know exactly when to step in. Her question had a touch of genuine curiosity, different from Agatha’s provocative tone.

You let out a sigh, trying to ignore the heat in your cheeks and the feeling of being studied like a specimen. "Yeah, maybe I am a single mother… But I like my plants. And Lucky… well, he’s a little grumpy, but it’s nice to have someone waiting for me at home."

Rio tilted her head, her lopsided smile softening the atmosphere even more. "Grumpy… Sounds like he matches someone here, doesn’t he?" she teased, winking as she took another sip of wine, glancing at Agatha.

The remark pulled an involuntary smile from you, though you still felt uneasy about what had happened before. "He’s very selective with people. He doesn’t trust just anyone."

"Cats… always with high standards," Rio replied, laughing quietly.

Agatha looked at Rio, and something unspoken passed between them, as if they had an entire conversation just through their eyes. Then, Agatha leaned back in her chair, her smile now less sharp. "I suppose he’s happy with the choices he makes."

You weren’t sure if that was a compliment or another provocation, but before you could respond, Rio changed the subject again.

"Well, you seem to manage just fine on your own," Rio continued, her tone now almost warm. "But it must be nice to have a little help every now and then. Lucky is good company, but he’s not going to cook dinner for you, is he, darling?"

You let out a short laugh, relaxing a little more. "Definitely not. In fact, he’s a professional mug-knocker."

Rio burst into laughter, leaning forward with her elbows on the table. "I like him more by the second. Maybe we should keep him around for a while. I bet he’d love to explore the chaos." She murmured with intention, though you seemed not to notice.

"Chaos?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

"With Agatha around?" Rio replied, winking at you conspiratorially. "There’s always a bit of chaos. The controlled kind, of course, but chaos nonetheless."

Agatha feigned offense, but there was a playful glint in her eyes. "Chaos? I prefer order," she corrected, though her voice held a trace of amusement.

"Order on your own terms, isn’t that right, my lady?" Rio teased, raising her glass as if toasting again.

You chuckled, feeling the atmosphere finally lighten. Lucky, now settled near the plants, let out a low meow, as if confirming his presence in the space.

Rio leaned in, resting her chin on her hand again, this time looking at you with something more genuine in her eyes. "I think Lucky already feels at home."

You hesitated for a moment, but something in her tone made you relax a little more. "I think… yeah."

Agatha smiled slightly but remained silent, watching as Rio continued to smooth out the edges of that strange evening. The balance of power still lingered in the air, but for now, it felt like you could breathe again.

Agatha’s chin lifted slightly, and a satisfied smile curled on her lips as she gestured for you to follow her. "Come, darling. We have something to show you."

They led you to a nearby room, which looked like a dream materialized. It was spacious, with a large window that let in the perfect amount of sunlight. Your plants were already carefully arranged on shelves, and Lucky had seemingly already claimed the space as his own.

"It’s the guest room," Agatha said, a glint in her eyes. "I thought it would be perfect for you."

You stood still for a moment, taking in the room and feeling a whirlwind of emotions. The fear and distrust were still there, but the sight of the space—so inviting and warm—along with the relief of seeing Lucky safe, started to weaken them.

Rio and Agatha exchanged a discreet glance, their smiles carrying a silent triumph. You didn’t realize how carefully you were being drawn in, but they knew exactly what they were doing.

You remained there for a moment, watching the room as Lucky curled up on the bed as if he had found paradise. But there was something more in the air. Something that made your skin tingle slightly, like an invisible energy pulsing around you. It was strange, but you couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was.

"Why are you doing this for me?" you finally broke the silence, your voice hesitant, filled with genuine confusion. "I mean… I barely know you."

Agatha crossed her arms, her gaze firm and assessing as she answered with almost disarming simplicity, "Because you needed it."

Rio, on the other hand, let out a quiet laugh, stepping closer to sit at the edge of the bed. "Do you really need more explanation than that, sweetheart? You were alone, exhausted, crying… We couldn’t just leave you like that."

You swallowed hard, still uncertain. "But… this all seems too much. I don’t even know how I’m going to thank—"

Agatha cut you off, her voice sharp yet controlled. "In time, you will know how to repay it."

There was something in her tone that made it sound more like an order than a suggestion. You averted your gaze, nervously fidgeting with your fingers. "You both came into my life so suddenly… It’s strange. Why me?"

Rio stood up, walking towards you with a smile that was both warm and disarming. "Because, darling, some people get lucky. And apparently, today was your day." She tilted her head, as if studying your reaction.

"I do just fine on my own," you retorted stubbornly, your voice carrying a resistance that made the tension in the air spike again.

Agatha closed her eyes for a brief moment, as if searching for patience. When she opened them, there was a determined glint in them. "You think you do. But you’re far too young to understand just how much you need someone to guide you."

"I don’t need anyone to guide me!" you snapped, your voice louder than you intended. Lucky, lying among the sheets, lifted his head at the sound, watching intently.

Rio chuckled softly, trying to ease the weight of the exchange. She leaned forward, threatening to come closer. "You’ve got fire, little girl, that’s clear. But you know…" She paused, glancing briefly at Agatha before looking back at you. "There’s nothing wrong with accepting a little care. You don’t always have to fight, you understand?"

Your throat went dry, but you held your ground. "I don’t need that," you muttered, but the words sounded weak even to yourself.

Agatha narrowed her eyes, her expression hardening with a patience that seemed about to snap. "Oh, of course," she said in a sweet, almost sickening tone as she stood from her chair, walking slowly around you. "You don’t need it. After all, you’re doing so well on your own, aren’t you? No job, a failure of a brother, and a father draining you dry. You look absolutely fantastic!" she concluded sarcastically.

You straightened in your chair, feeling each of her words like a small blow. "I… I do my best," you shot back, trying not to sound defensive, but her sharp tone made your confidence waver.

"Your best…" Agatha repeated, almost mocking, as she turned to face you again. Her eyes gleamed with something dangerous. "And how’s that working out for you? Oh, wait…" She gestured dramatically with her hand, a sarcastic smile on her lips. "You were alone, exhausted, crying like a lost child—but sure, you don’t need anyone. You don’t need us."

"Agatha," Rio intervened softly, her voice calm but with a hint of warning. She reached out, touching her wife’s arm, but Agatha didn’t back down.

"No, Rio," she replied, her voice still sugary but laced with frustration. "If she insists she can handle everything alone, who are we to say otherwise? Maybe she enjoys drowning by herself."

You felt your face burn, Agatha’s words hitting deeper than you wanted to admit. They didn’t understand. You had acted like an adult your entire childhood and teenage years—and now, two women you barely knew expected you to relinquish control over your life.

"I never asked for anything from you," you said, your voice coming out firmer than you expected.

"You didn’t ask," Agatha countered, leaning slightly forward. "But you accepted. And that’s the problem, darling. You don’t know what’s best for you, yet you insist on acting as if you do."

A heavy silence hung in the air as her words lingered, and for a moment, you felt small under her gaze.

Rio let out a quiet sigh, but you noticed the brief glance she gave Agatha—something like a silent warning. She leaned toward you, a soft smile appearing on her lips. "Listen," she began, her voice a balm after Agatha’s cutting tone. "It’s not about being right or wrong. We just… want to help you, you understand? This isn’t a battle. It’s just… care. And maybe you need it more than you’re willing to admit."

You hesitated, Rio’s words almost reaching a part of you that still resisted. But the weight of Agatha’s gaze remained—fierce and piercing.

"I don’t…" you started, but your voice faltered.

"Don’t want help?" Agatha finished for you, crossing her arms. "Or don’t want to admit that you need it?"

Her tone was relentless, and for the first time, you felt your walls begin to crack. It wasn’t just exhaustion; it was something deeper, a part of you that wanted to allow trust, even against your will.

The energy in the room seemed to thicken, and that tingling sensation returned to your skin. It was as if both women exuded a magnetic presence you couldn’t understand—but it made you curious.

"You two are so… different," you murmured, observing them. "Like, the way you talk, act… It doesn’t seem like you—"

"Match?" Rio finished, laughing softly. "Yeah, a lot of people think that. But we work, you know? Like two pieces of a puzzle."

Agatha didn’t laugh, but a small smile tugged at her lips, as if she silently agreed. "Different, yes. But complementary. That’s what matters."

You hesitated, trying to absorb it all. "And now? You want me to stay here?"

Rio slipped her hands into her pockets and leaned slightly toward you, her eyes shining with something you couldn’t quite place. "We want you to rest, to breathe. One step at a time, sweetheart."

Agatha nodded, her posture relaxing. "We’re here to make sure you have what you need. No rush, no pressure."

There was something comforting, almost hypnotic, in their words. But there was also an unease in the back of your mind. You didn’t understand why, but even with all the apparent kindness, the energy radiating from them made you feel small, vulnerable.

"Alright," you replied softly, trying to ignore the invisible weight in the air.

Rio smiled again, a subtle glint of triumph in her eyes. Beside her, Agatha kept her gaze on you, as if measuring every word, every reaction.

The silence that followed was broken by Agatha’s low, satisfied chuckle. When you looked up, you saw the smile that had formed on her face—bright and triumphant, yet still carrying something darker.

"That’s a good girl," she murmured, her voice low and filled with an almost dangerous satisfaction.

The words hit you like a wave of warmth, making your chest tighten in a confusing way.

Good girl. Good girl. Good girl.

Something about the way she said it made you feel… strangely good.

Rio’s soft smile lingered as she leaned back in her chair. "See? It’s not so bad." She said gently, touching your shoulder with an almost protective lightness. "Tomorrow is a new day. You’ll see, things will get better."

They stepped away, leaving you alone in the room. As you sat on the bed, watching Lucky sleep peacefully, you tried to convince yourself that this was just kindness. Just good people appearing at the right moment.

[...]

The soft glow of the lamp illuminated the room, casting shadows on the walls decorated in deep shades of blue and gray. The space was luxurious, but there was something intimidating about the way every detail seemed meticulously calculated.

Agatha sat on the right edge of the bed, her posture erect as if authority itself rested in the way she carried herself. She was underlining notes on the script for the new feature film, the precise movements of her pen accompanied by the contemplative glint in her eyes. There was something almost ritualistic about the way she worked, as if each correction was a crucial piece in a puzzle.

Rio, on the other hand, seemed to belong to another world. Leaning casually against the edge of the bed, her legs crossed in an effortless manner, she slid her fingers across the iPad screen with a serenity that contrasted with Agatha’s intensity. But beneath her apparent calmness, there was an undeniable firmness, a silent vigilance.

“She accepted,” Agatha remarked, her voice low and measured, but not devoid of pride. “One way or another, she accepted.”

Rio smiled, one of those smiles that could be either affectionate or a warning. “Oh, my love, she’s tough. She grew up carrying the weight of the world, but deep down...” She lifted her gaze from the iPad. “She’s still just a girl.”

Agatha tilted her head slightly, humming in agreement. “And the brother?” Her voice remained unhurried, but her eyes betrayed genuine interest in the answer. “Did you make sure he won’t be a problem?”

Rio closed the iPad with a sharp click, placing it on the mattress. “He’s not a threat. Just a frustrated man trying to rebuild himself.” There was a calculated lightness in her tone, something reassuring yet dangerously final. “The interview is tomorrow. Everything is under control.”

Agatha glanced up from the script just enough to look at her over her glasses, measuring her words. “Be careful.” Her voice was low, deliberate. “They can’t think she’s getting any kind of special treatment.”

Rio let out a short, disbelieving laugh. “Don’t you think it’s a little late for that, director?” Her eyebrow arched in provocation. “Little Gem is sleeping in the room next door.”

Agatha sighed, leaning back against the pillows. “That doesn’t mean we should make things easy for those vultures.” Her voice tensed at the thought of greedy journalists. “She needs to learn to fight for herself. If we treat her like a princess, she’ll never grow.”

Rio leaned forward, her eyes gleaming with an intensity that made Agatha hesitate for a moment. “She already fights, Agatha. Every day. You saw the state she was in today. She’s exhausted, hurt, and yet she’s still here. Isn’t that strength?”

Agatha held Rio’s gaze, but her expression softened slightly. “She is strong, yes. But strength without direction is just wasted potential. We need to guide her, not spoil her.”

Rio smiled, but this time there was genuine sweetness in her eyes. “And what if I want to spoil her a little? Doesn’t she deserve some kindness?”

Agatha frowned but didn’t respond immediately. Instead, she set the script aside and crossed her arms, studying Rio with a look that mixed disapproval and affection. “You’ve always been like this. Intense. Impulsive when it comes to this.”

Rio stood up, walking toward the window. The moonlight illuminated her face, highlighting her striking features and the determination in her gaze. “I’m just saying she needs someone to see her for who she is, not as a project.”

Agatha remained silent for a moment, watching Rio with an expression that was difficult to decipher. “And you think you can be that person?”

Rio turned to face her, lips curving into a smile that was both challenging and tender. “Her favorite person? I already am. And you know it.” She teased.

Agatha sighed again, rolling her eyes, but this time there was amusement in her voice. “Just don’t ruin her, Rio. She’s important to me too.”

Rio walked back to the bed, sitting beside Agatha. Her fingers found Agatha’s, intertwining with the kind of ease that only years of intimacy could create. “I won’t ruin her. I’ll take care of her. In my own way, of course.”

Agatha looked down at their intertwined hands, and for a brief moment, her expression softened. “Your way has always been... intense.”

Rio chuckled, a low, melodic sound. “And you love that.”

Agatha didn’t respond, but the gentle squeeze of her hand was answer enough. She knew Rio was right, but she also knew the path they were on was dangerous.

Rio turned to face her again, curiosity gleaming in her eyes. “And you? What did you do?” There was undeniable amusement in Rio’s voice as she looked at Agatha. Her chocolate eyes sparkled, her prominent cheeks alive with emotion. “It happened faster than I expected.”

Vida.

Agatha snapped out of her trance, averting her gaze from her wife’s. “I did what was necessary.” She cleared her throat, trying to shake off the warm and comfortable feeling in her chest.

Agatha’s eyes gleamed with approval. “Well... Either way, she’s going to need it. Our little one still doesn’t understand that she can’t overburden herself.”

Rio chuckled softly, a feeling swirling in her chest. She turned her body to face Agatha directly, locking eyes with her wife’s piercing blue gaze. “She’ll learn. And when she does, she’ll never want to leave.”

Agatha shifted on her side of the bed, a kind of insecurity creeping into her mind.

“Do you think she’s ready for what’s coming next?” Agatha finally asked, her voice unsteady.

“I don’t think so,” Rio admitted, her tone casual but her eyes sharp. “But who ever is? What matters is that we found her.”

Agatha smiled slightly, but it was impossible to tell if it was out of tenderness or something darker.

“She’ll understand, my love,” Rio assured her, her voice now softer. “And when she does, she’ll know she has never been so well taken care of.”

Agatha didn’t reply, but the glint in her eyes indicated she was already several steps ahead, calculating, planning.

After all, this wasn’t just about care—it was about control. And that, Agatha knew, was something she did better than anyone.

~*~

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GOOD FOR YOU ── .✦ nsfw, mdni, 18+ .ᐟ.ᐟ

❝ gonna wear that dress you like, skin-tight. do my hair up real, real nice. and syncopate my skin to your heart beating. 'cause I just wanna look good for you, good for you, oh-oh. let me show you how proud I am to be yours. ❞ 𓏲𝄢 (song inspo)

[bf!rafe cameron x gf!reader] (includes blowjob, p in v sex, unprotected, rough) — be safe y’all!

notes: this is my first ever rafe fic. it was a challenge. idk if i’ll write more… he is my 2nd fav guy on obx but jj is my main, my everything lmao

you were rafe cameron’s girlfriend and it was one of those days where he was stressing out so you decided to distract your boyfriend — take away his stress and ease that riled up soul of his.

you were probably the only one capable of decompressing this man.

you wanted to show him how proud you always were to be his. boost your man up (basically feed his ego and let him focus on that instead). there were many ways you could do it but valentine’s day was approaching (he always spoiled you on it, getting the best for his girl), so physical loving was the perfect choice.

and to you, the best way of de-stressing your man plus being thankful for the things he does for you.

you dolled up; finding the skin-tight dress that he loved so much, your curves showing off in it and with a good amount of skin showing. doing your hair up, letting just a few strands fall down. light makeup, giving it more of an elegant look but sexy and you added a touch of glitter to your cheeks.

you went to your shared bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed — legs crossed as you called out, “rafe! baby, can you come here please?”

rafe was not too far away from the bedroom, rubbing his face from the annoying phone call he just had when he heard your voice. he let out a huff, trying to calm himself.

“kind of irritated right now, doll. i-“ he started shouting back with mild snark laced in.

“please, honey!! it’s important!” you responded, fidgeting with your fingers for a moment before sitting back in position. you basically were posing with how you sat.

he couldn’t refuse the way you said ‘please’ and called him those cheesy pet-names he secretly loved. he was whipped, as much as he would pretend he wasn’t, he was. you were his sweet babydoll and he could not ignore you, so he walked to the bedroom. when he saw you sitting on the bed, looking like a fucking painting come to life — like a diamond shining, he lowered his head to stare down at you, a smirk starting to form on his face as his eyes started drinking you in.

there he was, dressed casually in a shirt and jeans with his buzzcut; a laid back style yet still looking like a god. you stared back, admiring him also.

“holy shit…” he muttered, eyebrows raising a bit.

whatever anger he had previously felt at certain situations was already starting to evaporate and you could tell. you bit your lip seductively, batting your eyelashes and leaning over forward to show off your cleavage.

“hi baby… do i look good?”

he slowly stalked towards you, like a predator ready to catch his prey; feeling his cock twitching in his jeans already. the sight of you was enough to make a man go crazy in his opinion. even when you didn’t doll up but he can tell you put in effort today — just for him, which made his pride grow.

“good? you tryna seduce me here? because you look more than just good.”

he grabbed your chin, guiding you to stand up as he eyed you up & down more — before dropping that hand to yours and twirling you for a moment which made you giggle. he loved that sound.

“you look like a damn goddess…” his voice starting to sound low, lustful. he pulled you into him, his hand sliding down the small of your back.

“you did this for me?” his voice sounding somewhat husky.

the gentle yet firm touch of his hand had you shivering already, as you stared up at him with eyes that looked both innocent and devilish, a duality from you that made him groan a little inwardly.

“i did, rafey… all for you, boo.” you whispered and he tried controlling himself for a moment. that dress was backless, so he could feel your warm skin. a new tension forming inside him.

“all yours.” you wrapped your arms around him, feeling his heartbeat turn up as you pressed against him. he could feel the softness of your boobs through his shirt since that dress was so tight.

“i’d hate to ruin all your effort, sweetheart.” he whispered back, tone going lower like he wanted to growl, a primal need forming within him.

“you can leave this dress a mess on the floor.” your voice felt like a siren’s call to him and he did sort of growl, finally losing composure as he swiftly lifted you — making you wrap your legs around his waist as he pinned you to the wall. lips attaching to your neck as he started licking and nipping, making you whimper quietly. your dress rode up from the lift and he was already desperately rutting into you through his jeans. the tension only growing and all his frustrations from before pouring out.

he started sucking your neck hard — sinking his teeth in a bit to which you let out a whine while he let out a husky groan.

“fuck, babydoll… so perfect. dressin’ up for me, letting me ravage you.” he murmured against your skin after placing hickeys, still grinding his clothed member against your damp core because the wetness was seeping through the panties. he was thankful this dress rode up but he was getting impatient — you could tell with how fast he would grind on you, making your legs tremble slightly.

the clothes were in the way but since you could feel how hard he was through those jeans now, you gasped out, “baby… l-let me do something for you, let me make you feel good…”

he already knew where this was going and he wasn’t going to deny the offer his bombshell girlfriend hinted at.

“yeah y/n? really wanna be a good girl today, huh?” he huffed, letting up as he stopped his grinding to lower you back to the floor. he looked at you, panting slightly.

“gonna be your good girl… rafe. gonna help you forget all the bullshit happening,” you spoke, voice like honey to him as he watched you start to lower to your knees and undo his jeans. he bit his lip, breathing more harsher in anticipation.

once you freed him, you inhaled sharply — never quite used to your boyfriend’s impressive shaft. the one that pounded into you and reminded you that you were his girl. only his girl.

you wanted to tease a little as your tongue licked the tip but the precum was already there and every vein in his cock throbbed for you. he already started placing a hand on your head, “doll,” his voice like a command.

you decided to lick one stripe up, from the bottom to the tip before you took him in your mouth slowly — he couldn’t help but buck forward just a little already as he groaned, shutting his eyes. his grip on your head getting a little firmer.

you didn’t want to torment him or make him wait any longer so you got to work, sucking his dick while cradling his balls gently. his head thrown back as he kept groaning at the feel of your pretty lips wrapped around him.

“fuuuck, just like that.”

after a while of bobbing your head up and down, gradually speeding up — he started thrusting into your mouth a bit, unable to stop himself.

“fuck, fuck, fuck.” he grunted that curse like a mantra as he gripped tighter and thrusted more, “y/n…”

he sounded a bit wrecked out already but you took him, trying to keep up the speed even though he took some control. you knew he needed this release, even if it made you gag just a tiny bit — the small choked sound you made against his cock only made him tense up more as he finally hit the back of your throat.

your eyes rolled back, slight tears forming and rolling out a bit — smudging the little makeup you had on but it made you look so delicious to him. he had opened his eyes in that moment, knowing he was about to cum and wanted to see you. his head looking down at the sight of his girlfriend who started looking like a beautiful hot mess.

he let out a hoarse moan finally, spilling hot cum into your mouth. his dick twitching with every spurt and you regained yourself as the movements ceased and he was slowly leaving your mouth.

“good girl,” he panted out, his eyes looking softer but you knew he wasn’t done and needed more. there was a tense air still surrounding him but you had planned to do more anyways.

his praise had you blushing and flustered as you swallowed his cum, like you always did. just a small part of it was dribbling down the corner of your mouth and he bent over & wiped it off with his finger, “such a good girl for me…”

you were turned on, the damp spot in your panties had only gotten larger. you leaned forward to lick his finger clean, “can’t miss a drop, rafe.”

his eyes flared with a new lit fire for you as he reached down to pull you to your feet. his dick hardening right away again, “you said i could leave this dress a mess on the floor, right?”

you nodded sweetly and he wasted no time, ripping that dress off of you, making your eyes widen at his fervor. he threw that dress on the floor as a mess alright. everything he did was always fierce, dominant and sexy.

“promise, i’ll buy you the same dress, baby.” his voice sounding urgent, “now let me fuck you hard, beautiful.”

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rafe’s cock was balls deep into your cunt as he fucked you. every frustration that still lingered now fading with every fast and deep slam into you. he had your hands pinned above your head, holding on tightly; letting out feral grunts and groans at times as your walls were a vice-grip around him, it felt like fucking heaven.

to him… and to you. rafe cameron knew how to fuck and make you see stars, even if he chased his own high a bit more during these moments at times.

“fuck y/n, you are… ugh- fuckin’ tight. always so tight…” his voice was so hoarse and strained now — he was putting in all the energy into fucking out his frustrations and wanting to make you forget your own name.

“gonna keep, haa, fucking you until you forget your name and only remember mine.”

you were letting out incoherent string of words so loud, it was bouncing off the walls and the bed was creaking so much. honestly, there were a lot of sounds besides those… like flesh against flesh, his balls slapping against your ass. the room was filled with lewd noises that got you both off, the air was filled with arousal.

you could feel every ridge and line on his cock, rubbing against your silken walls, stretching out a little more for him every time. you squirmed, body arching up a bit as he kept roughly ramming in you.

“mmn, a-ah, ah…” your sounds filled his ears making him tighten his grip on your wrists as he pulled out all the way, right before thrusting very hard right back in — you let out a scream because it felt like his dick kissed your cervix.

“RAFE!!”

you reached your climax, writhing underneath him. that almost got him to explode in your pussy right then and there.

his eyes darkened, admiring his work of making you look like a hot mess; he fucked you through your orgasm, chasing his own release. getting sloppy and needy as he panted louder and louder. your eyes were closed and lips parted as you felt like you were in a fever dream being so overstimulated.

“argh, i’m gonna fill you up, so much. fuuu- you’re gonna take all of it, doll…”

you croaked out a soft, “rafe… fuck…”

“haa, you like being my girl?”

“yes baby… so much…” you were breathless, “haa, proud to be your girl, rafe…”

finally, his hand that pinned your wrists pressed them deeper into the bed and he buried himself so violently as he exploded inside of you — the bed had moved forward with that final thrust.

“HNGHH Y/N.”

your name escaping his mouth as he let out the most guttural groan of his life, letting go of your wrists and collapsing onto you. you shuddered feeling his cum fill you to the brim, it felt so hot.

“that’s it… take it, baby.”

all the tension and stress he felt had finally gone away, an immense relief coming over him as he slowly got off his high.

he lifted his head up, looking at your messy state as your eyes stared up at him, half-lidded and hazy.

he pressed a kiss to your forehead, “you did amazing, sweetheart... thank you.”

he pulled out and rolled off to the side, laying on the bed. taking you to his side and snugging you up to him, holding you closely as you both started to relax. you nuzzled your face to his neck and he smiled to himself, rubbing soothing little circles on your arm.

he had his soft moments, only for you. for you are the calm that helps his storm.

[prettygirl-gabi]

Title: Playing for Keeps

Fandom: Women's College Basketball (LSU, USC, UConn)

Pairing: Juju Watkins x Reader x Paige Bueckers

Rating: T (Teen)

Warnings: Heavy angst, jealousy, territorial behavior, unresolved tension, eventual poly relationship

Summary: Being close friends with both Juju Watkins and Paige Bueckers was already a lot to handle, but when they both caught feelings for me? It became a full-on war.

Both were competitive. Both were used to winning.

And both, apparently, had decided that I was worth fighting for.

"You sitting courtside for me, right?" Juju had asked, leaning against my desk in my LSU dorm like she had all the time in the world. "I need my number one supporter looking good in red and gold."

I opened my mouth to answer, but my phone buzzed.

Paige [4:35 PM]: Hope you’re packing some navy and white, ma. Can’t have you out here in Trojan colors. Wouldn't be a good look for you.

I groaned, tossing my phone onto my bed. Juju smirked.

"That her?"

"Don't start," I muttered.

Juju chuckled but didn’t say anything else. She didn’t have to. We both knew that she and Paige could barely stand to be in the same room, and the fact that I was friends with both of them only made it worse.

The game between USC and UConn was already set to be a battle. But for them, it wasn’t just about basketball.

It was about me.

Sitting courtside felt like sitting in the eye of a storm.

Juju was putting on a show—deep threes, crossovers that sent defenders stumbling, celebrations that felt just a little too directed at Paige.

Paige? Oh, she was taking it personally.

Every time she made a play, she looked at me. Every time she scored, she smirked like she was reminding me why she should be my favorite.

And then came the third quarter.

Paige went up for a layup. Juju was right there. They collided mid-air, and Paige hit the ground hard.

The whistle blew, but neither of them cared.

Paige shoved Juju’s shoulder as she stood up.

Juju shoved back.

And suddenly, they were chest to chest, jawing at each other.

I saw it before the refs did—the pure, reckless need to prove themselves.

Over me.

"Man, they’re really about to fight over you," Taylor muttered beside me.

I buried my face in my hands. "I hate them both."

"Sure you do," she laughed.

They both got hit with a tech. The game went on, but the tension never left.

Three days later, I was still recovering from the absolute embarrassment of watching my two best friends nearly get ejected because they couldn’t stop competing for my attention.

So when I heard a knock on my dorm room door, I should’ve known it was them.

What I didn’t expect?

For them to show up together.

I folded my arms. "Y’all better not have come here to argue in my dorm."

Paige sighed, rubbing her forehead. "We’re not."

Juju nodded. "We figured it out."

I blinked. "Figured what out?"

They exchanged a glance. Paige spoke first. "We’re gonna share you."

I stared. Then laughed. "Hilarious. Get out."

Neither of them moved.

Oh. They were serious.

Juju shrugged. "Look, we get it. You’re not gonna pick between us. And we’re not about to sit here and act like we don’t both want you."

Paige leaned against the doorframe, smirking. "So instead of fighting over you, we’re just gonna make it work. Together."

My head was spinning. "You—what?"

Juju smirked. "What, you can handle both of us, right?"

Paige grinned. "Or are we too much for you, ma?"

I glared at them. "I hate y’all."

Paige tilted my chin up. "No, you don’t."

The worst part?

She was right.

I thought the madness would end after they worked things out.

I was wrong.

Because now, instead of fighting over me, they were ganging up on me.

And that’s how I ended up at my lacrosse game, standing on the field, watching both of them sit front row in LSU gear.

They looked way too comfortable. Juju was leaning back in her seat like she owned the place. Paige had her feet propped up on the railing, arms crossed like she was analyzing my every move.

Taylor, sitting on the bench beside me, snorted. "Yeah, that’s not normal."

"Tell me about it," I muttered.

The game hadn’t even started yet, but they were already making themselves known.

Juju cupped her hands around her mouth. "Yo, baby, don’t let me down out there!"

Paige smirked. "She never lets me down, Watkins. She’s built different."

Juju scoffed. "Please, she’s my girl too. We’ll see who she winks at first when she scores."

I groaned, dragging my hands down my face. "I’m actually gonna die."

Taylor patted my back. "Nah, girl, you’re just stuck between two of the craziest ballers in the country."

"That’s supposed to make me feel better?"

She shrugged. "You picked them."

I sighed. "No, they picked me. And now I have to deal with—"

The ref blew the whistle, signaling the start of the game.

And before I even ran onto the field, Paige and Juju were already yelling for me.

Loudly.

Taylor smirked. "Yeah, you’re never escaping them."

After the game, I barely made it to the locker room before Juju and Paige cornered me.

Juju draped an arm around my shoulder. "Not bad, superstar. But next time, point at me when you score, yeah?"

Paige scoffed. "Oh, so you didn’t see her looking at me after that goal?"

I groaned. "Can y’all not?"

Juju grinned. "Nah. We’re invested in your career now, babe."

Paige smirked. "Exactly. We gotta make sure our girl knows we’re here for her."

I exhaled. They were never gonna let me live this down.

Taylor walked past, shaking her head. "Man, y’all are something else."

Paige and Juju high-fived.

I sighed.

This was my life now.

And honestly?

Maybe I didn’t mind it so much.

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[hisfavegirl]

Hey girl, I love your HOTD reactions sm! What about like how they would react if you did a VS or Skims collab for a Valentine’s day set or something??

HOTD Characters Reaction To Your Campaign With Skims

Aegon was in the middle of scrolling through his phone, lazily lounging on the couch when his screen suddenly froze.

The SKIMS Valentine’s Day campaign.

Your face. Your body. Draped in lingerie so sheer it might as well be a second skin. Red silk, lace, curves accentuated perfectly—a vision of absolute sin. The shot that made his blood boil the most?

You, on a plush pink bed, biting your lip, fingers tangled in your hair—wearing nothing but a dangerously tiny bra and lace garters. The caption?

“Indulge yourself this Valentine’s Day. ❤️ #SKIMSLove”

The likes and comments were flooding in, men thirsting over you in real-time:

“THIS is what I want for Valentine’s Day.”

“Bro, she’s actually unreal.”

“Forget flowers, I’m sending divorce papers to my wife.”

“I just know her man is LOSING HIS MIND.”

Yeah. He was.

Aegon shot up, phone clenched so hard his knuckles turned white. His jaw? Tight. His eyes? Dark. His entire body radiated possessiveness, his breath coming out in ragged bursts.

His first instinct? Call you. Right. Now. But then he thought—No. No, you fucking knew what you were doing. Posting this without telling him? Letting the entire world drool over you while he was just supposed to sit there and take it?

His next move? Damage control.

The internet absolutely lost its mind.

The moment Aegon dropped the video on his Instagram story, everything went insane.

The clip was short but devastating—you, bent over his bed, skin flushed, your bare back marked with his claim, trembling, moaning his name like a prayer, wrecked beyond comprehension. Aegon’s hand came into view, gripping your waist, his voice low and smug, whispering,

“Didn’t think I’d let that SKIMS stunt slide, did you, baby?”

The internet? BROKE.

Twitter/X Exploded:

“THIS MAN JUST ENDED THE ENTIRE MALE POPULATION WTF”

“Aegon Targaryen is the pettiest, most unhinged man alive and I respect it.”

“She posted SKIMS, he posted HER. This is WAR.”

“HOW is this allowed on Instagram? WHO reported it? WHOEVER YOU ARE, WE FIGHT AT DAWN.”

“Bro turned Valentine’s Day into a public execution.”

Instagram Comments on His Last Post:

“Sir. Some of us are SINGLE.”

“That’s it. I’m deleting my boyfriend.”

“Y’all seeing her LEGS SHAKING??? Nah this man is different.”

“I’m not okay. I will never be okay.”

“We were thirsting over her SKIMS shoot and Aegon said ‘bet.’”

TikTok Reactions:

POV edits of Aegon with captions like “When your man reminds the world who you belong to 😵‍💫🔥”

Audio clips of “I want what they have” over slow-mo replays of the video

Girls fake crying into the camera with captions like “Me realizing I’ll never be this girl”

Reddit Threads:

r/popculturegossip

“Aegon Targaryen just HARD LAUNCHED his revenge arc, and I’ve never felt so single.”

“This is the most unhinged flex of all time, and I need therapy.”

“So we all agree he’s the pettiest man alive, right?"

Instagram eventually took the video down—but it was too late. Screenshots, edits, and memes had already flooded the internet. Aegon had won the war, and the internet was never recovering.

The second Aemond saw the photos—you, draped in delicate lace, barely covered, staring into the camera with that knowing, sultry look—his jaw clenched so tight it could snap.

His phone nearly cracked in his grip as he scrolled through the thousands of comments under the post:

“Mother is mothering.”

“Aemond is officially the luckiest man alive.”

“The male species has been defeated. We are but peasants.”

“You’re telling me this woman goes home to HIM??? Jail.”

A deep, dark chuckle left his lips—but it wasn’t amusement. It was pure, seething possession.

His eye twitched, his breathing heavy as he saw the likes flooding in—from men. From verified blue checks. From random nobodies who had no business looking at you like that.

“The fuck is this, darling?” His voice was deadly calm, but the way he stalked toward you, phone in hand, told you everything.

“A campaign.” You blinked at him, innocent. “For SKIMS.”

“A fucking campaign?” He scoffed, throwing his phone onto the table as he cornered you. “So that��s what we’re doing now? Letting every goddamn man on the internet see what’s MINE?”

He was pissed. Jealous. Possessive. His fingers traced up your arm, then gripped your jaw, tilting your face up to him.

“Tell me, did you enjoy it?” His voice dropped lower, dangerously soft. “Did you like having them all drooling over you?”

His eye burned into you, jaw tight as he leaned in, lips brushing your ear.

“Because now you’re going to remind them who you belong to.”

Aemond never lost control—but tonight? You were in for it.

The second Aemond posted the video, the internet broke.

It wasn’t just a thirst trap. It was a declaration. A warning. A final nail in the coffin for every man who thought they had a chance.

The clip was grainy, filmed through the dim light of his bedroom—his signature aesthetic. You were wrecked on his bed, wrists bound, body shaking, barely able to form a word except his name—moaned like a prayer, like a confession.

And Aemond? His signature smirk could be heard in his voice when he murmured:

“This is what happens when you forget who you belong to.”

Instagram Exploded :

“IS THIS EVEN ALLOWED???”

“So we’re just posting full-course MEALS now????”

“The way she’s literally trembling… yeah, I lost.”

"‘This is what happens when you forget who you belong to’ BRO CAN WE BREATHE???”

“The SKIMS campaign was for US. This? This was for HIM.”

“Aemond said, ‘You wanna model lingerie? Fine. Now model MY BED.’”

“The way she’s just a mess for him… If my man doesn’t love me like this, I DON’T WANT IT.”

Within minutes, Twitter (X) was on fire.

#AemondTargaryen

#SheBelongsToHim

#TiedUpForAemond

#OneEyedKing

Trending. Everywhere.

TWITTER/X MELTDOWN:

“I HAVEN’T EVEN RECOVERED FROM HER SKIMS SHOOT AND NOW THIS????”

“This man really said ‘revenge’ and ENDED US ALL.”

"Aemond Targaryen is a MENACE. I hate him. (I’m lying. I love him.)”

“THIS IS THE MOST POSSESSIVE, FILTHY, UNHINGED, HOTTEST THING I’VE EVER SEEN. HELP ME.”

TIKTOK COMMENTS UNDER THE VIDEO:

Pinned by Aemond Targaryen : “Revenge is sweet, baby."

“My FBI agent just logged out. This is TOO MUCH.”

“This is NOT just a revenge post—THIS IS A WARNING.”

“Imagine posting a SKIMS campaign and your man drops THIS as a response… She WINS.”

“Her Skims photos were for US. Aemond’s revenge was for HIM.”

Meanwhile, Aemond? He just sat back, smirking at his phone as he watched the world come to terms with what they already knew.

You were his. And there was no escaping it.

Jace never had an issue with you modeling. Until now.

He was in a meeting when his phone started blowing up. At first, he ignored it—until Aegon sent him a link with nothing but:

“LMAO. You good, bro?”

Frowning, Jace clicked.

And there you were.

Draped in red lace. Skin glowing. Eyes hooded. Posing in a way that had every man on the planet foaming at the mouth. The SKIMS Valentine’s campaign had dropped, and you were the star.

The moment he saw the lingerie—saw the way your body looked in it—his jaw locked so tight it could crack.

And then he saw the comments.

“I just KNOW Jace is punching the air rn.”

“She’s too fine. If he won’t wife her, I WILL.”

“Jace, be so serious… How does it feel to lose?”

“Why does she look single in these photos???”

“Jace, if you fumble, I’m RIGHT HERE.”

The moment the meeting ended, Jace stormed out of the office, grabbing his phone and calling you immediately.

You picked up, cheerful—which only pissed him off more.

“You having fun?” His voice was low, dangerous.

You giggled. “Jacey, baby, did you see the campaign?”

“Oh, I saw it. So did the rest of the fucking world.”

You hummed, unbothered. “And?”

Jace ran a hand through his curls, breathing hard. He could see the photos in his mind—how every man was lusting over you.

His girl.

And the worst part?

You knew exactly what you were doing.

“And,” he growled, “you better be home when I get there.”

“Why?” you teased, voice all sweetness and sin.

Jace let out a dark chuckle. “So I can remind you who the fuck you belong to.”

One minute, people were thirsting over your SKIMS campaign, and the next?

Jace dropped a bomb.

A video.

A very explicit video.

You, bare, ruined, trembling on his bed. Voice completely gone. Every breath ragged. Body shaking violently. Jace’s hand on your ass, smacking every time you tried to move away. His voice? Dark. Dangerous. Possessive.

“Was it worth it, baby? Hm? Letting the whole world see you like that? Look at you now—can’t even talk, can’t even move. Next time you wanna tease me, remember who the fuck you belong to.”

And his caption? Head Shot.

“Since y’all were so thirsty for her SKIMS campaign, here’s what happened after. Enjoy.”

Instagram Comments :

“JACE, WTF IS THIS? I CAN’T BREATHE.”

“He saw the SKIMS campaign and said ‘bet.’”

“NAH, THIS IS BIBLICAL. HER VOICE? GONE. BODY? FINISHED. JACE?? LAUGHING IN HER EAR?”

“This man took it PERSONAL LMFAO.”

“I ain’t never seen a man HUMBLED this fast 😭”

“THE WAY HE’S WHISPERING TO HER AND HIS HAND?? Y’ALL. I NEED HOLY WATER.”

“Her body shaking and his palm smacking down… Yeah. Yeah. That’s a man.”

“Jace saw the SKIMS campaign and said ‘MY GIRL. MINE.’”

“You just KNOW he was PISSED when he saw those lingerie pics 😭.”

“She went from SKIMS model to Jace’s favorite meal real fast.”

“THE WHOLE VIDEO IS JUST HIM RUINING HER LIFE AND HER LETTING HIM 😭.”

“I need everyone involved in this video ARRESTED.”

“Bro uploaded this like a warning. Like, ‘you thought you were single in those photos? Here’s your reminder.’”

“HE REALLY POSTED THIS AS REVENGE FOR SKIMS. THIS IS A POWER MOVE.”



TWITTER REACTIONS : Trending Topics:

#JaceVelaryon

#JusticeForHerVoice

#SKIMSRevenge

#IsSheAlive??

Comments :

“Jace is actually insane for posting this. HER BODY IS SHAKING. HER VOICE IS GONE. AND HE’S JUST THERE, WHISPERING AND LAUGHING??? HELLO???”

“You KNOW he was mad about SKIMS cause why is this video a whole RESPONSE??? 😭”

“If my man doesn’t ruin me like this after I piss him off, I don’t want him.”

“Jace: ‘You wanna do a lingerie campaign and let men thirst over you? Cool. But they’re gonna watch you break for ME.’”

“Jace really saw those SKIMS pics, picked up his phone, and said: ‘hold my beer.’”

“THAT MAN POSTED A WHOLE MOVIE. AMAZON PRIME COULD NEVER."

TIKTOK REACTIONS: Viral TikTok Caption

“POV: Jace Velaryon took his SKIMS revenge to another level and now we’re all screaming, crying, throwing up.”

Sound: Cardi B screaming “WHAT WAS THE REASON?!”

“Y’all, Jace didn’t just claim his girl. He PLANTED HIS FLAG.”

“Her legs shaking and him laughing about it…? Yeah. I need therapy.”

“Jace’s hand on her ass, the way she arched, the way he smacked down??? I HAVE NEVER KNOWN PEACE.”

FINAL VERDICT:

The internet is absolutely UNWELL. Jace won. You? Finished. The SKIMS campaign? Irrelevant.

The moment Daemon sees the SKIMS campaign, his entire demeanor shifts. He had been lounging in his office, scrolling absentmindedly through his phone—until your face, your body, wrapped in delicate lace, fills his screen. His jaw clenches, his grip on the phone tightening as he watches you pose effortlessly, seductive and stunning, every inch of you made to be worshipped.

And so were the thousands of comments under the post.

“She’s an angel AND a sin. How is that fair?”

“I need her. No, actually, I’ll die without her.”

“Whoever her man is, I hope he knows he lost her to the world today.”

Daemon lets out a dark chuckle, but there’s nothing amused about it. His blood is boiling, his possessiveness clawing at his insides. Lost you to the world? They had no idea who they were talking about.

With a sharp inhale, he slams his phone down on the desk and gets up, pacing the room. His mind races. He knows you love teasing him, knows you like pushing boundaries—but this? This was a direct challenge. A test. And Daemon Targaryen does not lose.

Grabbing his car keys, he heads straight for you. No calls. No texts. You knew what you had done. Now? Now, you’d deal with the consequences.

The internet exploded within minutes of Daemon’s post.

No caption. No explanation. Just you, completely wrecked—your expression dazed, mouth parted as soft whimpers left your lips. His hand cradled your face, slapping your cheek with a teasing, mocking rhythm. And though his other hand wasn’t in frame, the wetness sounds that filled the video left no room for imagination.

Twitter/X:

“WHAT THE HELL DID I JUST WATCH???”

“Daemon just said ‘she’s MINE’ without saying a single damn word.”

“This man saw the SKIMS shoot and said ‘bet’ 😭”

“HELP ME I CAN’T BREATHE WHY IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT THE SOUNDS???”

Instagram Comments:

“Okay but the way she looks at him?? That’s not just lust, that’s ruin.”

“He posted this just to remind everyone he owns her and honestly? It worked.”

“WHO ALLOWED THIS TO BE ON MY FEED??? I have work in the morning.”

“I feel like I just saw something I shouldn’t have… and yet I can’t stop watching.”

TikTok Reactions:

Edits of the SKIMS shoot transitioning to Daemon’s video with captions like:

“She teased him, and he answered.”

“SKIMS said ‘sexy’—Daemon said ‘MINE’.”

Compilation of reactions to the sound alone, with people throwing their phones across the room or covering their faces in shock.

Reddit Threads:

“Daemon Targaryen just changed the internet forever.”

“The SKIMS campaign was a declaration. Daemon’s video? A WAR CRIME.”

“How do we recover from this? WE DON’T.”

While some were losing their minds over the intensity, others were spiraling at the undeniable claim staked in that video. Daemon wanted the world to know—you were his, and no amount of cameras or campaigns would ever change that.

Tag list : @danytar @hangmanscoming @julessworldd @yazzzmints @giirlinblack @searatarg @vaelry @ashblooddragons @callsignwidow

Thank you to @zaldritzosrose for letting me using your dividers ❤️‍🩹

[evenyvn]

Jealous?

rockstar!fem!reader x idol!seonghwa

summary : after a long busy day, you just want to slip under the blanket and sleep, atleast that is until you saw your boyfriend's recent post...

cw : sfw, kinda suggestive if you squint, hwa is a tease, this is a part of this series but can be read as a stand alone (i swear i will write for the others after this, I'm just crazy over his recent post so this is VERY self-indulgent as always).

masterlist

It's been a long day today, you got up early in the morning to practice for your up coming comeback with your group, and then spend a few more hours cooped up on your studio to write more songs.

Your bandmates have been grew worried by your state, the increasing stress from the up coming comeback is taking a toll on you, not to mentioned the constant feeling of missing your boyfriend—that's currently on tour right now—is making you locking yourself up in your own studio to compose more songs just to cope with the yearning, but surely it's only making your stress increase tenfold.

Sure, you both can text each others, but between the time zones differences and both of your busy schedule, you can only text each others 'good night' or 'good morning' more often than not.

And finally after a long day you just want to slip under your blanket and catch a few hours of sleep until you have to get up early again to repeat the same routine.

Now you sigh as you lie in bed, after you did your nightly routine and changed into comfortable sleeping clothes, you pull up your phone deciding to check up on your social media before going to bed, you were casually scrolling through your Instagram until you saw it.

Seonghwa had posted a photo dump.

The first two pictures were harmless—him in a bathrobe, the lights of the bathroom illuminating his face perfectly, his face looks tired from his shows but that makes him even more attractive to you, 'pretty' you thought as you smiled fondly and press the like button.

you scroll again to see the third picture—a picture of a cloud shaped bath bomb you assume, you giggled at the picture, aside from those gorgeous magazine worth of pictures seonghwa posts, he sometimes slip some silly things that caught his eyes.

But then you swiped.

And froze.

Seonghwa wasn’t fully in the water, but the image was just suggestive enough—his collarbones on full display covered by soap foams, wet strands of hair framing his face, water droplets on his skin catching the dim bathroom lighting in an almost artistic way. His gaze was sultry, plump lips slightly pouting, and—

You slammed your phone down.

Immediately, you snatched it back up, opening your messenger app and hit the FaceTime button after finding your boyfriend's contact.

It barely rang twice before Seonghwa picked up, his face appearing on screen. Except, instead of being anywhere near a bathtub, he was already in bed, dressed in his soft pajama shirt under the blanket. He was smiling—no, smirking—as if he had been expecting this call.

“Hey, baby,” he greeted, his sleepy voice reached your ears, a little bit tired but still warm nonetheless with a hint of tease on the edge. “You miss me that much?”

you narrowed your eyes. “Don’t act cute. We need to talk.”

Seonghwa bit his lip to hold back a laugh. “About what?”

You huffed dramatically, sitting up. “Don’t about what me! You know exactly what I’m talking about. What is this—” You held up your other phone to show his Instagram post, specifically the bathtub pictures. “And why did you post it?!”

He chuckled, shifting under his blanket. “Ah… that?” His eyes sparkled with mischief. “You didn’t like it?”

“That’s not the problem,” you whined, pouting. “Do you see the comments? People are losing their minds, Seonghwa! Everyone’s going feral over you, and I’m stuck here alone while you’re on tour.”

Seonghwa hummed, clearly enjoying this. “Mmm… so you’re jealous?”

“Yes!” you admitted without hesitation. “I am very jealous! My man is out here looking like a whole art piece in the bathtub while I can’t even be there to—” you stopped yourself, mouth clamping down shut when you realized where your words were going.

Seonghwa raised an eyebrow while smirking knowingly. “To…?”

You groaned, flopping onto your pillow. “You’re so annoying.”

His laugh was deep and full of amusement. “Baby, it’s just a picture.”

“Just a picture? hwa, people are drooling in the comments. One person even said, 'Born to ride, forced to scroll.’ Do you understand?”

Seonghwa grinned. “What does that even mean?.”

“It's- you know when- ugh nevermind" you huffed dejectedly as you struggle to explain, making your boyfriend chuckle at your frustrated state.

He laughed again before softening, tilting his head slightly. “You know you’re the only one I want, right?”

You peeked at him from your pillow, still sulking. “I know,” you muttered. “I just don’t like sharing. I thought those were just for my eyes only”

His smirk returned. “Oh? Should I delete it, then?”

You paused, eyes flickering to the post, finally deciding to scroll some more, a few more picture of him in the bathtub appear, you smiled slightly at the cute poses he did on the pictures before sighing. “… No, leave it.”

“Why?” he said with amusement in his voice.

You sighed dramatically. “Because even though I’m jealous, I also want to brag that my boyfriend is the finest man alive.”

Seonghwa chuckled, his gaze turning fond. “You’re ridiculous,” he murmured, voice laced with affection.

“Yeah, yeah,” you grumbled. “Just hurry home soon so I can remind people that you’re mine.”

His smirk deepened. “Oh? I’d like to see you try.”

Your stomach flipped. Stupid, smug, perfect boyfriend.

The call lasted for another hour, filled with teasing, laughter, and Seonghwa making sure you knew just how much he adored you. And even though you were still sulking over that picture, by the end of the night, you were smiling just as much as he was.

@.yn_luclipse tweeted :

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[meelusinee]

I just read a new number and I want more please :) 

SILK PAJAMAS | R.L X READER

word count \ 1.0k | fluffy fluff | slash / remus lupin x reader

in which you and remus are talking after his full moon

part one | part two

Peter and Sirius were watching Remus with a close eye as he laid on his bed.

It was a morning after a full moon, a rather rough one. He had banged into a lot of different things, to say the least. Scars were newly pressed against his chest and legs. His teeth also probably hurt to a certain extent too, since one of them got chipped while he was biting something. 

All of this, yet he was staring at his phone.

“Oh my God, mate!” Sirius said incredulously, sitting down on Remus’ bed. He grunted as Remus kicked him, frowning at Remus.

“What?” Remus asked him, eyebrows furrowed. “I’m a dying man, Sirius.”

“Obviously not!” Sirius said to him, hands slapping his own knees. “You just got back from being a werewolf, and you’re already back on your phone. Who are you even talking to? Some girl?”

“Oh, fuck off!” Remus said, smacking a pillow against Sirius. “And get off my bed!”

“I think what Sirius means is that he’s mildly confused,” Peter butted in, his shaking pointer finger held up. “I mean, you still need to recover. And phones sound really dangerous, all of the blue light stuff they have.”

“Especially with how much you’ve been texting on it recently!” Sirius sighed, resting his hand on the bed as he leaned back. “I mean, come on! It’s been a whole month, and you’ve been non stop texting. We barely talk anymore!”

Remus sighed softly, shaking his head. “I’ll be fine.” Remus shrugged, continuing to text. “And we do talk, you’re just dramatic.”

“Who are you texting?” Sirius asked, more curious than teasing. “I want to know.”

“Someone I met at my bakery job.” Remus said calmly, texting you another message before putting his phone down with a sigh. “She has to go.”

“I’m sorry.” Peter said, sitting down on his bed that was across from Remus’ bed.

“What’s her name?” Sirius asked him.

Remus smiled softly, laying down on his back as he began to speak about you. “Y/N. She’s absolutely brilliant.”

“Yeah?” Peter asked. 

“Mhm.” Remus nodded with a soft smile. “You don’t understand. I mean, she’s so smart. She’s, well, sometimes she rambles to me about her ideas. I think she’ll become famous.”

Sirius chuckled quietly, crossing his arms. “Somebody’s got a crush.”

“Whatever.” he rolled his eyes. “Now get out, I want to sleep.”

Remus woke up to the evening sun flitting through his room, his phone vibrating next to his hand. He could feel his heartbeat racing at the sound.

His hands quickly unlocked it and smiled as he saw your messages, texting back immediately after reading your rambles about work and school books.

REMUS: Sorry I didn’t respond to these sooner sweetheart, I was taking a nap.

REMUS: That muffin at work sounds absolutely lovely, so does that cute kid who you gave a high five.

You texted him back almost immediately after, bringing a small smile to his face.

Y/N: youre good mr phone bread man! you need your naps

REMUS: I will never get over Mr. Phone Bread Man, you know. I might have to start signing my paperwork with that name.

Y/N: i think that you should, in my opinion

Remus chuckled quietly at that. He always felt his heart pounding whenever he texted you. Maybe Sirius was right, maybe he did have a crush. A rather big one, if he was being honest.

REMUS: I think so too. How are you doing now?

Y/N: im doing good now! im home, and i have some pajamas on now thank god

REMUS: That sounds really nice. I have pajamas too, they’re rather bland though.

Y/N: i think you look cute anyways >:D

REMUS: You can’t even see them.

Y/N: i can tell regardless, your cute face would make anything look cute

Y/N: do you want to see mine?

Remus looked at the phone for a moment with a blush growing on his face, biting his lip as he looked at the message. Did he want to see that? Obviously yes. Would you be comfortable with that? Would he be breathing after seeing them?

REMUS: Only if you’re comfortable with that.

Y/N: im very comfortable with it

Y/N: do you like them?

Remus felt his heart beating out of his chest once he saw them. A white silk set that made you look like a pure angel, with small ruffles on the collar of the tank top and the bottom of the shorts.

REMUS: They look very lovely.

REMUS: Soft, you know?

Remus could almost hear the teasing chuckle in your voice as you texted him again, his body shivering slightly as he continued looking at the photo of your pajamas.

Y/N: you dont have to act all fancy or hip, you know

Y/N: i dont mind you saying something direct

Remus felt his throat drying. You didn’t mind? He wasn’t sure what you meant by direct, though he knew what he meant. And he was almost positive that all the things he wanted to say were not things you say to someone you’ve only known for a month.

REMUS: You look absolutely breathtaking.

Y/N: youre making me giggle :c

REMUS: Isn’t that a good thing?

Y/N: oh definitely, i just like being dramatic

Y/N: i take your breath away huh?

Remus smiled at your messages, able to hear your voice saying those exact words. He’d heard them a million times whenever you come to the bakery, both of you chatting on off days.

He decided to be honest with you, at least to a certain degree.

REMUS: You stole it from me the moment that I first heard your voice. And you’ve kept it ever since the first time that I saw you.

He waited for a couple of moments. Staring at his phone, watching your typing bubble appear and disappear for three minutes.

Y/N: you make me feel that way too <3

And wasn’t that just the sweetest thing anyone had said to him? 

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[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Okay so…

Maybe like 90s era James, he’s being all sweet but also so rough with you and you’ve been married to him for awhile and he finally wants to get you pregnant?? And like in the end he puts a plug in to make sure none of his cum falls out?

Just a random mash of ideas 😭

Warnings: smut, breeding kink, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

You always wanted kids, they were just so cute and squishy, and you knew James would be a great dad. However, between touring and Lars being Lars, he didn’t know if it was the right move, so you held off for a long time.

You didn’t have forever, James knew that, you knew it better than anyone. You talked about it more and more frequently, but Metallica was touring so it was all over the phone and often those calls would end with James snoring and you having to hang up.

Now, you were sitting in the living room, waiting for James to get back from the airport. You heard his keys in the door, his bags landing with a few thumps as he dropped them. You looked over the back of the couch to watch James as he staggered over to you, he looked tired but more than anything there was a darkness in his eyes that you recognized from your years together.

He fell back next to you, throwing an arm over your shoulder and pulling you to his side. He leaned his head back on the couch and let out a heavy sigh. “Tired?” You asked, already reaching over to undo his jeans. He didn’t stop you and just gave a small nod.

“I’ve been thinking a lot.” He mumbled, adjusting himself so you could palm him through his boxers after you got his zipper down. “I wouldn’t be a great dad, you know?” He said, making you pause.

You looked up at him, brows furrowed slightly. “What do you mean? You’d be a great dad, Jamie.” You moved to sit in his lap. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed his forehead. “What makes you say you wouldn’t?”

James shrugged, accepting your little affectionate touches. “My dad walked out, my mom died, I moved in with my brother and he was… a brother.” He explained. “I didn’t think I’d be a good dad.” You couldn’t hide your expressions. This is what was keeping you from your dream life? You had the perfect man, financial stability, a great backyard. To you, everything was perfect. “But,” he continued, smiling when he saw you perk up at the news, “some of the crew brought their kids along.”

You waited for him to say more, anything else to add to that cliffhanger. “You-you’d be a great dad, Jamie, you know that.” James' smile widened and his muscular arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him so he could litter kisses all over your face.

“They gave their kids to me whenever they needed someone to watch them.” He explained. “And… you know, I love you, you’re not getting any younger, though you look it.” You chuckled at his compliments, hiding your blushing face in his neck. “I’ve been away for quite awhile… how is it that we always celebrate tours?”

You didn’t need to respond. James lifted you up and carried you to your shared room, tossing you onto the bed and climbing on top of you, his lips locked on yours.

He tugged your pants down along with your panties, you always made sure to wear something nice underneath for James but you kept your comfies on over top since he was usually exhausted. You were pretty sure he was no better now, he just had more pressing matters to focus on.

His hands were cold as they slid under your shirt, pulling it over your head and tossing it to the ground. His own clothes followed shortly behind, his lips barely leaving yours.

His kisses trailed down your body, placing open mouth kisses just above your cunt. “James.” You purred, voice coming out all airy.

He moved back up your body so he was hovering over you, holding himself on his elbows planted on either side of your head. “I’m sorry, sweetheart, I can’t wait.” He mumbled, kissing along your neck while aligning his throbbing tip with your needy cunt.

He pushed into you in a single thrust, a low groan leaving him as he did. Your jaw dropped as he stretched you out, the familiar sting making your stomach twist. Of course he knew just the angle to drive you insane, he smiled down at you as he adjusted himself, listening for that little squeak you made when he hit it.

He stared down at your stomach, eyeing the bulge that formed. “You’re gonna look so beautiful, sweetheart.” He gleamed. “All swollen, pregnant…” His mind wandered to thoughts of you with his babies, one on your hip while the other hid behind your leg, maybe a third baby bump for the next.

His hips snapped up into yours, the start of an onslaught to your neglected cunt. James’s muscles tightened and relaxed, you watched in close detail as his body rocked into yours, making you bounce on the bed.

James let out a rough growl and leaned down, taking your tit in his mouth, lip encircling your nipple as he sucked and flicked the sensitive bun with the tip of his tongue, eyes on you the whole time and watching you fall apart so easily.

He cupped your other breast in his big hand, pinching and tweaking your nipple in his calloused fingers. Your back arched, you did your best to look at him but the pleasure he forced on you made it hard to not throw your head back.

“James!” You moaned. “James, m’so-m’so close!” He just stared at you, not changing anything about what he was doing to you, letting your high wash over you, the warmth that spread over your body, legs shaking on either side of him as he continued to rut ruthlessly into you.

A moan escaped him when you clenched around him. It had been too long since he felt you cumming on his cock, since he felt your gummy walls fluttering around him.

His high was quickly coming up on him, thrusts losing their rhythm as he mumbled something about babies. “Gonna fill you up so good, gonna-gonna get you all fat and-and- fuck!” With a few final thrusts he spilled himself into you, but he didn’t stop.

Your body was sensitive, cunt all puffy and used as his cock dragged against it, making you whine. “James- Jamie…” You looked up at him with pleading eyes and a pout.

James shook his head with a grunt. “M’not done yet.” He muttered, using his own cum as lube. “Not done until- till I’m sure…”

[justwhisperingfantasies]

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Characters: Reader. Jensen. Jared. Mac. Heather. Alex. Kyle. Mike.

Warnings: Language, Drinking, Heartbreak, Fluff, Angst, Couple Fighting. Rough Sex. Unprotected Sex [no just no] Breed Kink, P-I-V , Oral [both receiving] I think that's all if not lmk.

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Jensen

He pulled into the drive way, and parked beside Beau. He huffed, if this went bad, she would probably change his name.

He walked up to the porch, finding her siting on the porch steps.

“Hey, “He said lightly kicking the step her feet were on.

She scooted, giving him room to sit down.

“I can explain.” He took her silence as sign to continue. “She told me her dad was in the hospital. That he wasn’t going to make it. I felt bad, that’s why I stayed to talk, next thing I know she threw her arms around me.”

She stayed silent.

“There’s nothing.”

“So I got a call on my way home.” She cut him off.

He rolled his eyes, “Let me guess.”

“Yep, it was her. “ She sighed. “How did she get my number?”

“I don’t know… What did she say?”

“Oh ya know, how you couldn’t believe people actually thought we were married.”

“I never said that.”

“But you did talk to her that night, and you lied about it.”

“Yes, but I told you the truth.”

“After you lied.” She took a drink of her water. “She also told me y’all have been fuckin this whole time and how much you just loved fucking her in my cowboy hat.”

He scoffed a laugh, “Now you know that’s not true.”

She turned on the screen of her phone and handed it to him. White hot rage bubbled in his stomach as he saw a picture of Heather lying in his bed with y/n’s hat on.

“She sent 4 of different poses. You can scroll through them, if you’d like.”

“You don’t have to be a smartass.” He said handing her phone back.

She swiped and turned the phone back in his direction, “Oh and there’s this one. Of you, her, and some of your band mates, the night we met.”

“She came in, had a beer, and wished us good luck. That’s it.”

She swiped again “And one of you and her at the brewery. Which I just found has a co-owner.”

Jensen huffed, “I am been trying to buy her out since the divorce. She won’t budge.”

“And correct me if I’m wrong, but isn’t that what you wore fishing last Sunday?”

“Yes, she told me it was for the website, but it’s not like I’m holding her or sticking my tongue down her throat.”

She raised her eyebrows. “Yeah… So that makes it all ok?” Her voice cracked.

“I didn’t say that.”

The cicadas hummed as they sat there. Neither knowing what to say.

She wiped her eyes before the tears could fall. “She also said, that you told her that you hope I’m not pregnant with your kid.”

“That’s not fucking true. You can ask Jared,” He sighed. Kickoff the steps he got up and started to pace. “Why would I do half the shit I've done if I was fucking someone else, or if I didn't want a future with you?”

She stayed silent.

“And do you really think I’d cheat on you?”

“You cheated before…”

“That’s not fair.” He blinked back his tears.

“You really wanna talk about what’s fair right now?”

“Look, I know everything is all fucked up right now” He grabbed her hand and held it in both of his. “And you have more reasons to not trust me right now, but baby the things she said isn’t true.”

“Jensen..”

“Don’t. y/n don’t let her win.”

She stayed silent.

“This can't be over.”

She looked over at him, wiping the tears away from his cheek “I don’t want it to be, but how do we come back from this?”

Jensen

“Hey man,” Jared said as he sat down at the bar of the brewery

“J.P. what’s up bud?’ Jensen greeted, cracking a can of beer open and sliding it to Jared.

“Not much. How are you?”

Jensen opened another one for himself. “Eh, I’m hanging in there.”

“So, have you talked to y/n?”

“Not since Sunday,” Jensen said after taking a drink.

“It’s only been two days, just give it some time, man everything will work out.”

“You remember what I’ve told you about my luck right?!.”

“And what usually happens when I say i have a good feeling about something?”

Jensen rolled his eyes and shook his head.

Jensen lifted his head as he heard a car door, “Motherfucker.”

“Dude. Follow my lead.”

Jensen tilted his head with furrowed brows.

Jared pulled out his phone and began scrolling.

Reader

“Aw Jared.” Mac said as his name flashed on the radio screen.

“He’s probably with Jensen.” You reached for the ignore button, but Mac slapped away your hand and hit the green button

“Jay-rod!” She exclaimed. No answer. “Jared? Hello?”

New text message popped up on the screen.

Padalecki: Trust me. Don’t hang up. Please just listen. And please do not hold anything against us. We are just great actors I promise 😉 you know we love you.

You pulled into the nearest parking lot and pulled your e-brake. Mac turned the volume up.

“Hey! Heather!” Jared shouted

“You need to cut him off if he is happy to see me.”

“I’m just happy, now that y/n is gone we can finally have fun again.” Jared slurred.

Your jaw dropped.

You heard Jensen chuckle. “What are you doing here?”

“I just came to see how you were doing.”

“Better now.”

“I thought you’d be mad.” Heather’s voice got closer.

“Eh, I was at first, but I see why you did it.”

“Jared, can I talk to Jay for a minute?”

“Sure thing. I gotta piss anyway.”

You heard some ruckus and what sounded like a barstool slide across the floor.

Heather laughed. “You really need to cut him off.”

“He would have done that sober” Jensen chuckled again “So, What can I do for you darlin’?”

“Just acting.” Mac whispered as you grinded your teeth.

“Is it true? Did you guys really break up?”

“Yes, ma’am”

“Thank god.”

“Can I ask you somethin’?”

“Anything.”

“How’d you get the picture in her cowboy hat?” Jensen chuckled “Man she was so pissed.”

“Promise you won’t press charges?”

“Now, would I do that to you?” Jensen said in a flirty voice, making your jaw clench again.

“Well, I kinda broke into your house. I was just going to take pictures in your bed, but I saw the hat and I knew it wasn’t yours, so I figured why not.”

“You’re an evil genius, Heather.”

“I know.” she snickered. “Hey, have you heard anything? Is she pregnant?”

“No. she’s not. How the hell did you know about that?”

Heather laughed. “I watched her the night of the pop-up. Nobody goes to a bar and orders soda unless they are pregnant.”

“God, I forgot how damn clever you are.”

“So now that she is out of the way, maybe we could.”

You heard another round of ruckus. “Jensen you need to fix these floors dude.” Jared said in his drunk voice.

“Well i gotta get going.” Heather’s voice seemed farther.

“I’ll call you later.”

“Dude. Are you really going to call her later?” Jared asked in a normal voice.

“Fuck no.”

“Did you get anything good?”

“Yes. Please tell me you were recording that.”

“No, better. y/n?”

You bit the inside of your cheek, “Ow.” You said when Mac nudged your arm.

“Bonnie?”

“Yes, Sasquatch.”

“Did you hear it?” Jensen asked.

“Yes.”

“What did she say?”

“She just admitted that pretty much everything she said was a lie.” Mac told him.

“Not everything.” you mumbled.

“Hey there Mac.” Jared said.

“Hello boys.” Mac said using her Crowley impression, making you laugh,

“So y/n, what do you mean not everything?” Jensen asked

You sighed. “Can we talk about it later?”

“Yeah, sure.”

Reader

Your heart pounded as your finger loomed over his contact. “Come on ” you told yourself.

You hit the green button and brought the phone to your ear.

“Hey.” Jensen said as he answered.

“Hello Mr. Ackles.”

He chuckled. “How are you?”

“I’ve been better. How about you?”

“Same.”

“What are you doing?”

“Sitting on my couch. Having some scotch.”

“Mmmm scotch.”

“Did you take a test today?”

“Yeah.” You murmured

“Well I can tell by your enthusiasm that it was good news.” He huffed.

“I'm sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?”

“I don't know I just feel bad.”

“Well don't. We kinda knew it was a long shot anyway.”

“Yeah…” you sighed. “Still would of been kind of cool though.”

“Really? So you.” You heard the beep on his end. “Hey bab-” He stopped himself “Eh, y/n I gotta take this. Gimme a minute.”

“Sure.”

After a couple minutes you got antsy.

Y/n: Do you just want to call me back. Ackles: No. Y/n: Is everything ok? Ackles: Lawyer. Y/n: So I shouldn't be stealing your attention.😂 Ackles: Don't have to steal it. You always have it.

“I’m sorry.” Jensen said,

You jumped a little as his voice came through the speaker.

“You're fine. Is. Never mind not my business.”

“Frank and I, Frank is my lawyer. We have a meeting tomorrow with Heather and her lawyer.”

“Ah. I see.”

“Yes I'm gonna push her to let me buy her out.”

“And if she doesn’t?”

“Let's just hope she does.” He huffed “So you wanna tell me what you meant earlier with that comment?”

“The not everything one?”

“Yep. That'd be the one.”

“Well I mean she didn't. She asked me why I never came to the brewery and I said I don't know. She said because Jensen couldn't have the 2 girls he was fucking in the same spot. I know now you weren't fucking her. But you didn't tell me about her co-owning the place and apparently always there.”

“Actually she hadn't even stepped a foot in it for a year, the day our pictures came out, boom there she was. That was the day the boys and I went fishing.”

“See I didn't know that. Maybe you should learn how to open up more.”

“And invite you into all this bullshit?”

“Yes, when you are in a relationship with someone their bullshit is your bullshit and yours, theirs. If I would of known about the brewery, she wouldn't have been able to use it against you.”

“I don't know, I just got scared. And then it felt like too much time had passed. Like I was hiding it.”

“But you were.”

He sighed. “Yeah.”

“And she did come see you the night we met, but I guess I can't hold that against you since we weren't technically together.” your phone beeped. “And now I'm getting another call.”

“Maybe you should of just came over.” he teased

You hit the red button as you read private caller. “I need to get my number changed.”

“Let me guess.”

“Yep. I ignored it.”

“Great, now she's calling me.”

You sighed. “She's always gonna be there isn't she?”

“Not if I can help it.”

Reader

“I can not believe you talked me into this shit.” you said walking through the doors of the honky tonk.

“Trust me, I'm just as surprised at you.” Mac laughed as you followed her to the bar. “Bar keep!” She pounded her first down getting the guys attention.

“Omg is that McKinley Jane?”

“Hey Kyle, How are you?”

“Good! Girl i haven’t seen you in months.” He turned toward you. “You must be y/n. I’m Kyle.” He stuck his hand out.

“Nice to meet you.”

“Alex is here somewhere.” He said turning back to Mac.

“You know Alex?” you asked

“Yep, I know Jensen and Jared too. Jensen and I went to school together.”

“Ah, so how big of a dork was he back then?”

Kyle chuckled. “Imagine the same guy with a baby face, no beard or shaggy hair. He’s always been a dork. Great guy though.”

You sighed. “Yeah.”

“So you guys want a beer? Or we have Jell-o shots tonight…”

“Give us one of each.” Mac told him. “Start a tab?” She said handing her i.d and credit card to him.

“You got it darlin’. What flavor?”

“Surprise us.”

“Hey gorgeous.” You heard Alex say as he wrapped his arms around Mac from behind. A faint sense of jealous hit you. “Hey there stud.”

You cleared your throat. Alex chuckled. “Hi y/n.”

“Oh. Hi.” You teased.

“The boys and I got a pool table in the back. Y’all wanna play?”

“If you mean kick the crap out of you let’s go,” Mac snickered.

“Thanks Kyle,” she shouted, handing you your beer. The two of you took your shots and handed for the back corner.

You and Mac followed Alex, the balls were racked and ready to go.

“So,” Alex said picking up a pool stick. “I call dibs on y/n’s partner.”

You laughed.

“Ha! I think the fuck not, bud.” Mac playful sneered.

“Did you really think that was going to work?” You asked him

Alex shrugged I thought I'd give it a shot.”

“She can't be that good.” A guy walked up beside you.

“I've known her most of my life and I've only seen her lose twice.” Mac explained. “The first time she was drunk off her ass, the second time.”

“He cheated.” You cut her off with a smile.

“Y/n, Mike. Mike y/n.” Alex introduced him. Mike nodded at you “Pleasure.”

“Same.” you told him. “Mac you break.”

“Why do you get to break?”,

“Did you rack them?”

“Yeah.”

“You know it's bad luck do break your own rack right?”

“Ok maybe you know your stuff. Doesn’t mean you're good.” Mike teased.

Mac took her shot. Nothing went in “you should of broke.” She told you shaking her head.

Mike swaggered over the the white ball. 1

He got 2 striped balls in, before missing a shot.

“Alright sweetheart. Let's see what you got.” He taunted, stepping back.

You strolled over to where the white ball was, sinking 4 balls in.

“Damn little lady.” Mike commented.

“I told ya.” Mac said

You lined up your next shot and your head dropped with a groan when you missed.

You walked over to the table and took a drink of your beer.

“Finally.” Alex teased

“So are you single?” Mike asked as stepped beside you.

“Um. Technically, but I’m really not.” you said as you watched Alex, he got 2 more balls in.

“Y/n!” You turned around finding Matt walking up to you.

“Well hello there.”

“How are you?”

“Good, you?”

“I'm good, where's Jensen at?” Matt asked

“Not sure”

“Shit! I forgot I'm sorry.”

“Your Jensen’s ex?” Mike blurted out.

His words were like a punch to the gut. You nodded, not being able to form words.

“Please don't tell him I hit on you.”

You rolled your eyes.

You and Mac looked up as your heard the commotion coming from the bar area.

“Wonder what that is...” Mac said looking at you

“I’m gonna go get another round.” Alex said. “I’ll let you guys know.”

“Oh, Grab some Jell-o shots too, baby.” Mac called after him.

“You’re up.”

Mac went over and lined up her shot, getting one ball in.

“Well I see why you always partner with y/n.” Mike teased Mac.

“Just shut up and shoot.” She joked back.

Mike got 2 balls in before he missed.

“You’re up Jaws.”

“Harty Har,” you said sarcastically. “I’ve never read that one before.”

You got the last 2 of your balls in, you line up the shot for the 8 when you heard his voice.

“I got next.” Jensen challenged.

You called your shot and made it in.

“I don’t know Jay, she’s pretty good.” Mike said.

“I’ve beat her before.”

“You cheated! And you had help from Steve.”

“Well come on cowgirl, show me what your made of.” He nodded to the empty table

“You’re on, Ackles.”

Jensen.

“So, what are we going to bet this time?” she asked as she started racking the balls.

“Hmm.. I could think of something.” He smirked as his eyebrows raised.

She rolled her eyes.

“I was talking about the next round, sweetheart.” he chuckled.

“Sure you were you perv,” she teased

“Better idea. If I win you have to come to the Dallas con this weekend.”

“Alright, And what do i get if I win?” She asked.

“I’ll take you to the Dallas con this weekend.”

She laughed, “Or…” she bit her lip as her eyes scanned him up and down.

“Alright, kettle.”

“Just shut up and break already,” she taunted.

He did sinking 2 of the solid balls.

“Damn, small balls again.”

“God, I forgot how much shit you talk when you play pool.”

She giggled as she lined up her shot.

“Yeah, but I can back up my shit talk,” she said after getting 3 balls in, making him laugh.

He lined up for a jump shot and got the ball he wanted in. “So can I darlin’.” He winked at her, he laughed again as she rolled her eyes. Jensen put 2 more balls in before missing a shot.

“Son of a bitch” She exclaimed.

“Alright, Dean calm down!” Jared said as he approached.

She let out a belly laugh. “That’s my man.”

“He has really pretty eyes.” Jared said in a high pitched voice.

“Oh my god! And those muscles.” y/n added.

“Oh and those bow legs.” Jared said as he started fanning himself.

“Alright! That’s enough,” Jensen groaned with pink cheeks.

“So, Bonnie you whooping his ass?”

“Not at the moment.” she walked around the talk “About to be though.”

“Less talkin’ more shootin’.” Jensen teased.

She stuck her tongue out at him, making him and Jared laugh.

They watched as she got 3 more balls in.

“Damn, Ackles, I think you’ve met you’re match.” Jared commented.

“I know.”

She cleared her throat when she got the last one of her balls in.

“Oh, look I’m down to the 8 ball, Jensen.”

“So much shit!” He chuckled, “Hold on, what did we settle on a bet?”

“I’m about to win and your going to change it now?”

“Were you serious?!”

“Guess you’ll have to play the game and find out.”

She called her 8-ball shot and missed.

“Wah-wah-Wah.” Jared teased her.

“Don’t you have a forest to go frolic in or something sasquatch?”

“Damnit.” She said when Jensen got his last 2 balls in.

“Which pocket you going for Jensen?” Jared asked.

“Top right.” He looked up at her, lined up his shot, and missed.

She called the 8 and made it in. She gasped. “Mac!” y/n ran over to her.

“Damn Ackles, I thought you had it,”

“Yeah, me too” He smiled as he watched them celebrate.

Reader.

“I know you threw the game.” as you approached him, playfully kicking his boot that was sticking out as he leaned on the pool table ankles crossed.

“You can’t prove it.”

“I don’t want to.”

His head lifted slightly as he laughed.

“So, how was your meeting today?” you asked standing in front of his long legs.

“Well, that’s actually why I’m here,” he sighed, “This place is for sale.”

Your jaw dropped. “So, what’s going to happen?”

“Well, since Heather and I couldn't come to an agreement. We are going to sell and spilt the offer.”

“No way!”

“Yea, It will be on the market, Friday.”

“And there’s nothing you can do?”

“Nope,” he looked down. “She won. That was the last thing she could take away from me.”

You placed you legs on either side of his and waddled over them, wrapping your arms around him. He sat his beer down and pulled you closer as his arms wrapped around your waist. You heard him inhale deeply as he nuzzled into the crook of you neck, sending shivers down your spine.

“Jensen, I’m sorry.”

“It will be ok, It’s just a brewery.”

“Just a brewery?! That place is your baby.”

“Well that’s two I’ve lost this week…”

“It’s my fault.”

“How in god’s name is any of this your fault?!” He reared his head back with bewilderment in his eyes.

“You were doing fine until I came along. Now everything is fucked up.”

“You didn’t fuck anything up sweetheart. She did.”

“But if it wasn’t for me she wouldn’t.”

He pressed his lips to yours, cutting off your words. He rested his forehead on yours.

“I wouldn’t trade this,” he gestured to the two of you, “for anything in the world.”

You pulled his lips back to yours, his hands gripped your ass and pulled you closing. Your lips parted your lips inviting his tongue. you heard a small groan as he rolled his tongue against yours.

His nose nuzzled yours when the kiss ended. “From now on you have to be completely honest, and stop shielding me from the bullshit. I’m a big girl. I can take it.”

“I promise.”

“I don’t care if I’m not gonna like it. Hiding it or lying about it is gonna make it so much worse.”

“I know.”

“Like for real Jensen Ross.”

“Wait.. Does that mean?!”

You nodded your head with a smile.

He gasped and you were off the ground in seconds, spinning around as your arms held on tight.

“Ok Jensen stop. Or I will throw up on you.”

He chuckled as he stopped spinning.

He kissed you again.

“You wanna put me down?”

“Nope.” He nuzzled your nose again.

“So you’re just gonna walk around like this?”

“Yep.”

“And how long do you really think that’s gonna last?” you asked

“For the rest of my life.”

Jensen

Somehow she managed to still kick her shoes off at his door, her lips never leaving his.

His fingers found her ass, he heard a small yelp against his lips as he lifted her off the ground.

He plopped down on the closest couch in the sitting room, He heard a light moan as her core bounced off his hardening bulge making it thrum.

Her fingers knocked his hat off as they twisted in his hair, she moaned into his mouth as she rolled her hips, making him do the same.

She broke the kiss, her fingers pulling at the hem of his shirt. He lifted his arms and leaned. Her eyes danced across his chest as she threw it behind her. He smiled, his hands gliding up her sides pushing her shirt up, Jensen threw it and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her chest to his face, kissing and nibbing at the exposed skin. He found his favorite spot. Although there wasn’t a mark there anymore there soon would be.

She inhaled sharply as he sucked and raked his teeth across her skin, just above her right breast.

“I should probably just get a tattoo of a hickey there, at this point.” She teased, making him chuckle.

“Don’t act like you don’t love it,” he said then raked his teeth against the sensitive skin again, making her whine.

His fingers found her bra clasp next. He watched as the cool air hardened her nipples as he pulled it off, Her hips began to roll as he flicked his tongue against one, kneading the other in his palm.

A growl left his lips as she quickened the paced of her hips, making his cock throb.

She kneeled on the floor in front of him, pulling his pants down once she got them unbuttoned.

He felt her hot breath on his cock, making it tingle.

Breaths turned into pants as he watched her pretty mouth wrap around his cock.

“Fuck baby.” He cried out as she slid down his shaft.

His head went foggy as hers started bobbing. Pulling her hair out of her face he twisted it around his hand. Her eyes flashed up to him, sending shivers all over his body. He noticed the tears well in her eyes as his cock hit the back of her throat. “Baby...” he whined again. She moaned, the humming vibrations making the tension start to build in his spine.

“Damn baby.” He said trying to catch his breath. She grinned as she stood up, unbuttoning and pulling down her jeans. She straddled him again after she kicked them off her ankles.

“Um excuse me?” he exclaimed.

“Get me back later,” She whispered “right now I want you inside me.” her words making his cock throb again. He grabbed her hips as she lined his tip to his entrance.

Her pussy enveloped him as she slid down, making them both moan, as his cock stretched her tight wet walls.

His fingers tightened on her hips as they started to rock, pleasure coursing through his veins.

Heavy pants and moans filled the room as her pace quickened, making her clench around him.

She leaned back, her hands on his thighs, moaning his name as he watched her tits bounce. Fuck she was so hot.

“Baby, I'm getting close,” he warned her with a groan.

“Jensen. “ She cried out as he walls clenched tighter.

“Babe. Babe,“ he said head foggy.

He felt her cum trickle down as her pussy squeezed him, making his balls tighten. He tried to buck her off , but she pushed back down.

“For real?” She nodded as her hips started to bounce again.

He wrapped his arms around her and went a loud grunt the tension released as his warm seed coated her walls.

His muscles relaxed, as she put her lips to his.

“I love you.” he said as her forehead rested on his

“I love you too.”

Reader.

You woke to the smell of burnt bacon as the smoke detector wailed. Pulling his t-shirt over your head you made your way to the kitchen

“Jensen?!” you yelled

“It’s fine, It’s fine. I just had the stove too high.”

“Are you sure? Where’s your fire extinguisher?”

“Not necessary,” He looked over at you, doing a double take as he noticed his shirt. His eyes scanned lower as he bit his lip. “Whatcha got on under that?”

“Can you focus on the food before you burn your house down?” you quipped pouring yourself a cup of coffee.

He flipped off the stove. “I’m done anyway, mouth.” he smiled as he swaggered over to you and too the mug out of your hands

“Um, haven’t we covered this already? Taking my coffee equals violence.”

He chuckled as he sat on the counter.

“Yes but speaking of mouths, I believe I owe you.”

You gasped as his arms caught you and tossed you up on the corner. His hand glided up your thighs as his lips captured yours.

Trailing kisses down your neck, he pulled the shirt up to your collar bone. You leaned back on your hands as his mouth moved down to your breast. His tongue swirled around your nipple as his fingertips found your clit, making you cry out his name.

He lifted your ass and scooted you back to the middle of the island, Spreading your legs his head dipped down “Baby,” you moaned as he ran his togue up and down your slick sending pleasure through your veins.

Finding your clit his tongue swirled around it as he slid 2 fingers inside you. You could feel the tension start to build as he started pumping his fingers making your walls clench around them.

“Fuck Jensen.” You moaned out as he curled his fingers, hitting the sweet spot just right.

He slammed his fingers deep. “You gonna come baby?”

“Yes.” you moaned as he slammed his fingers again.

“Come on then.” He flicked his tongue against your clit. “Let me feel it.”

The tension got tighter as his tongue lapped faster.

You shivered as your climax coursed through your veins, his fingers slowed as you pulsated around them. Grinning at you he grabbed your hips and pulled you back to the edge. He pressed his lips against yours.

“You know I love you right?”

“Yeah.”

“Good.”

He spun you around once you feet hit the floor, bending you over the counter.

Pulling his sweat pants down he unleashed his already hard cock, He pushed his t-shirt up your back, lining his tip up to your entrance

“Fuck.” He moaned as he pushed inside you, grabbing your ass as he stretched you again. “You good?”

You nodded, feeling a sting on your across your backside. He drew his hips back, making you moan his name as he slammed back into you. Pleasure started coursing through you again as his pace quickened, his fingertips so tight around your hips you swore you could feel the bruising start.

You could feel the tension start building, faster than it had before as your walls squeezed him.

“Oh. So close already?” he taunted

“Yeah baby, don’t stop.” You cried out as his hand dipped between you thighs, finding your clit.

His hips went even faster, bring the tension to it’s peak, You moaned his name as waves of orgasmic bliss course through you again,

“You gonna let me come inside again?”

“Yes.” you moaned, causing him to pound harder.

“Fuck.” he groaned as he pushed deep inside you, filling you with his hot pearly cum.

He spun you around again as you stood up, weaving his lips with yours as he pulled you against him.

Reader

“But babe, look at this one.” He picked up the phone off the display rack, “And it’s blue!”

“Jensen, I don’t need a new phone. Just a new number.”

“Howdy folks. Sorry about your wait. What can we do for you?”

“But, Its bigger than the one you have now.” Jensen protested.

You sighed. “Please ignore him. I don’t need a new phone.”

The sale associate’s eyes looked over to Jensen as he stepped beside you.

“Holy crap! You’re Jensen Ackles.” the young man gasped. “Oh my gosh I just love Supernatural, and you as Soldier Boy was just absolutely amazing. Oh! and Beau Arlen Just Ah.”

Jensen gave him a diffident smile and stuck out his hand “Nice to meet you…”

“Tony.”

“Tony!” Jensen repeated.

“What can I do for you sir?”

“We both need new numbers and she needs that phone over there.”

“No, I don’t.” Your argument fell on deaf ears as they ignored you.

“Alright, I just need your current phone number,” Tony said typing on his tablet as Jensen rattled it off. “And it looks like you are eligible for an upgrade. And if we were to add her line to your account you would get a discount on the phone. With the special we are running you would also get a free pair of air pods.”

“Absolutely Not Jensen!” you objected

He gave you a mischievous grin “Do that both with new numbers.”

“Alright, Let me go grab those. Did you want the pro max’s?”

“The biggest and the best.”

“This is ridiculous!” you said crossing your arms.

Jensen looked over at you poking the tip of tongue past his lips.

“Alright I will be right back.” He turned and went to the back.

“I’m paying for my phone and my line!”

“We'll see. “ He turned toward you

“We ain't seeing shit Ackles I'm telling you!” you growled turning to him.

“Oh you're telling me?” his hands slid onto your hips.

“Yes sir, I am,” You kept your arms crossed as he pulled you to him.

“You think you're big enough to be telling me?”

“Please I could take you”

“You think?” he chuckled. “Or should I bend your ass over again?”

Your eyes followed his as he looked at the table in front of you.

Your eyebrows rose as you hands slid up his chest. “I just might have to take up on that doll face.” You taunted as you stretched on your tip toes pressing your lips to his cheek.

““You missed.” He said pulling you back. Capturing your lips with his. Deepening the kiss as he hand grasped your hair.

Tony cleared his throat, startling you. “Um, Mr. Ackles?”

You cheeks got warm as Jensen chuckled.

“Sorry, she just can’t keep her hands off me.”

Your pursed your lips as your cheeks got warmer.

“We just got to out the sim cards in and get them set up. Do you need help moving your files and accounts?”

Jensen looked at you and you shook your head. “Nah, we got it.”

“Alright. And then are we terminating you service ma’am?” They both looked at you. “Since you are being added to his plan?”

You sighed. “I guess so.”

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Behind Closed Doors

sweet!matt x reader blurb??

summary: you get into a fight with matt about the fact that he's kept your relationship under wraps for a year

c/w: angst, fluff, cuddling, swearing, kissing, yelling and fighting

dividers by @anitalenia here

You stir a pot of pasta mindlessly in your kitchen, awaiting Matt’s return. Looking up at the oven clock, it reads 12:32 AM. He was late coming home. Again. Scrolling through instagram, you pause at a video captioned “Matt Sturniolo is my man 😍😍. new fanfic on tumblr!!!”  

You knew it was just some random fan, but every bone in your body wanted to comment. You wish you could tell the world that he was yours, and only yours. That he was the thing you most cherished and loved in your world. But you knew that it couldn’t happen. Despite the several long arguments you had with Matt, he didn’t want to make it public.

You sigh, shutting off your phone just as you hear the sound of keys at the door. The door cracks open and in walks Matt. You walk over to him, a big smile on your face, taking his jacket and bag away. He looks tired, but the hearty pasta and a kiss will probably rejuvenate him.

“Hey baby! I made pasta for you for dinner, come on, sit down.” He gives you a tight lipped smile, walks over to the kitchen table sitting down with a sigh. You eye him nervously as you set the plates.

“You good Matt? You came home pretty late…” His eyes snap up, immediately becoming defensive. “Relax okay? I was just out, it was a really long day today.” You’re taken a little aback by his reaction, but you ignore it, pushing the feeling down.

“Well good thing you’re home now,” you say, sitting down next to him to eat. He nods quietly. “I just saw the most ridiculous post on insta, someone promoting some fanfic of you. Sometimes I wish I could just comment “He’s mine!” y’know?”

“Well you can’t.” He replies sharply. “I don’t want to have this conversation again. I’m exhausted and my answer isn't going to change. We’re not dating publicly, you’re not filming content with us.” He gets up to leave, pasta only half done. “I’m going to sleep.” You listen to him walk away, his footsteps receding up the stairs. You feel tears pooling up in your eyes and dripping into your bowl, onto the pasta you made for him.

1 year. You had been together for exactly 1 year. Today was your anniversary, and he had forgotten about it. Like a rubber band, all your self control snapped, you stood up, taking both of your bowls and slamming them onto the kitchen counter. You nearly run up the stairs into Matt’s room swinging the door open. He’s in his bed, wide awake, scrolling on his phone. He looks up at you startled but mostly annoyed.

“Wha–” You interrupt him. “NO. NO, MATT. This is not okay. You can’t keep hiding me from the public, keeping me at home like I’m just your bitch that cooks and loves when you want me to.” He gets up, temper flaring.

“What the FUCK are you talking about? This isn’t about that. I’m not hiding you, I’m protecting you. I’m protecting us from the world.” 

“FUCK THAT, CHRIS. You haven’t taken me out in weeks out of fear of being recognized. You’ve been coming home late every night, taking me for fucking granted. You know today was our 1 year anniversary, right?” You see a glimmer of regret in his eyes. 

“One entire fucking year and you still don’t care about me enough to introduce me to your online life. Have you ever thought of MY YouTube career? My channel could be BLOWING UP if you even just let me show up in one of your videos, even just a TikTok. This isn’t about protecting “us”, you’re being selfish” Tears streamed down your face as you struggled to get the words out, each one heavier than the last. 

“I’ve been busting my ass for this. For us. And you’ve been too busy hiding me away, like I’m some dirty little secret. You know what? I can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep sacrificing everything for a relationship that you aren’t even willing to put your full heart into. I deserve someone who sees me, who wants to share their life with me. If you can’t do that, then maybe it’s time I start thinking about me for once. Maybe it’s time I leave.”

He just sits there, frozen, eyes glazed over. You can’t tell at all what he’s thinking. You back out of his room, wiping the tears off your face. “Think about it, Matt,” you whisper, before you close the door and walk over to your room to collapse on the bed.

Hours pass by of you sleeping, waking up, crying, then going back to sleep. Your pillow is tear stained and your face is salty. Finally, you hear a knock on the door. 

“Can I come in?” You don’t respond just laying there motionless. Matt cracks the door open, walking into your room slowly, and closing the door behind him. He looks like he’s been crying too, eyes and cheeks red. He sits on the bed next to you, reaching his hand out to smooth your hair. He stays there for a couple minutes, just playing with your hair, biting the inside of his cheek.

“Baby, I thought about what you said,” he says in a quiet voice. You raise your eyes to meet him, a glimmer of hope in your eyes.

“You… you are the most important person in my life, sweetheart.” He pauses, taking a deep breath. “And I can’t believe I let my own selfishness about the complexity of dating publicly hurt us. I can’t lose you. I love you so much. I-” he chokes up. “–can’t lose you” Tears pool in your eyes as you lunge forwards to wrap your arms around Matt. “I’ll make the post tomorrow morning. I’m so sorry. Please forgive me, I’ll do anything. Please”

You bury your face against his chest, listening to his heart beating quickly. You let out a deep sigh, melting into his arms. “I forgive you, Matt. I just- I can’t live without you.”

He pulls you closer, his arms tight around you as if he's afraid to let go. His lips press softly into your hair, and you breathe in his scent, letting it calm your racing heart. “I love you more than you’ll ever know,” he whispers, his voice hoarse.

You pull back just enough to look him in the eyes, wiping away a few lingering tears. "I love you too," you reply, your voice barely above a whisper. The tension of the past few hours seems to melt away.

Matt smiles softly, brushing his thumb gently against your cheek. “How about we make the rest of this year the best one yet? I’ll be the guy who shows you off to the world. I’ll let you be a part of all of it—because you deserve that and more.”

Your heart swells, a mix of relief and joy flooding you. "Promise?"

“I promise," he says, his words sincere. “I’ve got you, always.”

a/n: all done!!! This is my first angst fic and I like it i thinkk. I probably wont make it a series and i dont have much to say so thanks for reading!

suggestions and criticism greatly appreciated, requests VERY OPEN <33 love youu

[averagemoxxiestan]

Readers Valentine Spree

Valentine’s Day special❤️‼️ YEAUH

Reader is gender neutral until specified otherwise (warning: I’m indulging in my headcanons in this and I switch between They/Them and You/Yours pronouns for Reader/You.)

Reader was in their room and was lying down in bed, bundled up in a blanket like a burrito, they had to use the bathroom but didn’t want to get out of bed but they knew they had to or else they’d piss the bed. They’ve been feeling sluggish for two weeks now and have been bed rotting ever since, they rolled until they fell off of their bed and stayed on the floor for a few seconds before unwrapping themselves from their blanket and standing up to walk to the bathroom.

They looked at their calendar filled with their favorite fictional characters and get ready to cross out the previous day, you grab the marker and cross the previous day out and then their eyes caught something

‘Valentine’s Day’

…

Oh my fucking god it’s almost Valentine’s Day.

They had to give gifts to their friends.

A sudden surge of energy thrives in them and they immediately become aware of their smelly and messy self, they quickly run into the bathroom and go through everything to refresh themselves.

Using the bathroom, brushing their teeth, taking a shower and washing their hair, taking their medication, and then finally putting on some clothes.

They get their wallet and phone before walking out of their room and passing by their mom, who was in the kitchen making breakfast

“Bye mom, gotta go!” They quickly said before opening the front door and exiting the house, closing the door behind them, not being able to see the shocked and confused expression of their mom

Reader was speed walking through the street, they loved holidays and loved celebrating them so just the bare mention of Valentine’s Day approaching was enough to immediately drag them out of their depressive state for a while, they looked up and find themselves in front of Dollar Tree.

They browse through the isles to get some baskets to place gifts in, they did get distracted a little bit which made the trip take a bit longer than expected but they found some baskets, now it’s time for the gifts.

First up is IronJaw

You liked the guy, he had a good fashion sense and has good taste in music but he spits a lot, which is a problem. You thrifted a couple of cassette tapes and decided to record some hip-hop songs on the tapes for him so he can listen to his favorite artists, you also wrote a list of helpful tips to help him stop spitting everything, and got his favorite snacks (gum and Hot Cheetos.) you place all the gifts into the basket and ran to IronJaw’s house.

IronJaw was in sitting near his desk while writing lyrics for a song he was making but then yelped when he heard something hit his window, he got up and opened the window and looked down to yell at the bastard that threw something at his window only to see you.

“What are you doing here, need to borrow my headphones again?” IronJaw asked with playful annoyance “nope! I have a gift for you” you responded as you lift up the gift basket with a smile, IronJaw then focused his attention on the gift basket with interest and suspicion “why?” “It’s almost Valentine’s Day dumbass!” You yelled

IronJaw quickly took a look at his calendar and you were right, it was almost Valentine’s Day. “Oh” he muttered before looking back at you “send it up!” He held his arms out, ready to catch the basket. You carefully threw the basket into the air and sighed in relief when IronJaw caught it, you saw him take a quick look in the basket and smile

“You got me Cheetos” he said gleefully and you smiled back “yup, I know how much you love them! Even though it’s a rule that you can’t eat them” you teased him before quickly saying a goodbye “okay, got more presents to give, bye! Happy Valentine’s Day!” IronJaw waved to you as you ran away, when you were out of view he sighed softly as he blushes.

Next person, Ward Willoughby

You didn’t mind the little dude, he was annoying at times, sure, but he was really nice and had lots of knowledge about stuff. You bought some crocheting products and made a crocheted replica of Ward, you also added coloring pencils and a sketchbook.

You knocked on the door and rung the doorbell of Ward’s fancy house, you didn’t know how Ward’s parents had so much money and no one knew their jobs. You were snapped out of your thoughts when the door opened and Ward was in the doorway “[REDACTED], What are you doing here?” He asked before seeing the basket in your hand and smiling “is that for me?”

“It is! How’d you know?” You asked with a playful tone as you handed the gift basket to him, he quickly shuffled through the things in the basket before looking back at you “because you’re the only person I know that likes me enough to get me gifts”

You stared at him when those words came out of his mouth, you didn’t know what to say.

“Thank you” Ward said before shutting the door, you stood still for a moment before walking away

Poor guy.

Next up is Bill Dickey

He was your friend(sort of?) and didn’t really deserve a gift basket but if you skip a single person you’ll go all day thinking you forgot something, so you kind of have to.

You never really cared about his interests but you know he likes comics and sci-fi shit but he kept rewatching the same things over and over again, might as well get him something new, you grabbed a Invader Zim dvd case and put it in the basket.

You then put a pack of Twizzlers in the basket because you picked up on the fact he would have empty Twizzler wrappers in his room and a Rockstar energy drink because he wanted to try one but never got to.

Bill entered his room after arguing with his mom and saw a gift basket on his bed, he rolled his eyes and walked towards his bed before reading the note that was leaning against the gift basket

‘Hey Bill,

I know I’m probably the last person you want to get a gift from but I don’t care and wanted to wish you a Happy Valentine’s Day.

Love, [REDACTED]’

Bill’s heart skipped a beat but he ignored the warm fuzzy feeling inside him and crumbled the note up and threw it to the side, he looks inside the basket and immediately grabbed the Twizzlers and ripped them open before seeing the Invader Zim dvd “looks childish, do they think I’m some child or something?” Bill muttered, trying to ignore that small feeling of curiosity.

Next person is Josh Levy

You like when Josh talks to you about something because you know that he’s almost never mad about your opinion of stuff because you see it from his point of view and other’s point of view and don’t really choose sides.

You decided to make a custom cardboard cutout of Superman because you know he secretly has a crush on him, you then put a big bag of Bissli Onion chips into the basket because you thought he should try them. You were struggling to find something else he might like but then an idea hit you, free comic book coupons.

You were let into Josh’s house by his mother and was kind enough to get a glass of water for you as you waited for Josh to come downstairs, once he did he looked at you with confusion because seeing the gift basket and tall Superman cardboard cutout. “Is that a cardboard cutout of Superman?” he asked as he reached for the Onion chips “yeah because I know you have a crush on him!” You said with an innocent smile

“NO I DON’T-“

Next contestant is Pete Dinunzino

You never really liked Pete due to his loud self but he was a funny guy even if he was messed up in the head.

You were in a VHS store and was looking for some type of horror film to buy but you just couldn’t settle with one that’d match Pete’s messed up fantasies, you then got the idea to sneak into the back of the store and search for a few snuff films they haven’t put on the shelves yet.

You were back at home after buying some ingredients to make a batch of Frollino Con Cacao E Nocciole, (look it up I am not translating it for you ^3^) after numerous attempts and fails of underbaked and burnt goods, you made the perfect batch and placed them in a small bag full of hearts.

You were at Pete’s house and could hear a lot of people talking, you remember that he mentioned that he he was a big family, especially in the brother department. You knocked on the door and a second later some older guy (who you guessed was one of Pete’s older brothers) answered the door with a rude “What.”

You handed him the gift basket and a polite smile “Can you give this to Pete please? I wanted to give him something since it’s almost Valentine’s Day” you asked, Pete’s older brother took the basket and smirked, already planning to tease Pete about this “of course.” He replied before closing the door.

You stood there for a second because you felt like something bad is going to happen before shrugging that feeling off as anxiety

(Pete then jumped you the next day.)

Last person is Jerry Stokes

You tolerated Jerry the most out of that stupid Eltingville Club gang because he had minimal standards and would try to stop most fights even though he would sometimes join said fights but he’s okay (for now..)

You decided to draw Jerry in a fantasy setting, making him look cool and adding a simple ‘you’re cool ♡’ to finish the drawing off. You also got him a tech deck and a secret gift that you know he’ll like.

Jerry was sitting at his desk and was writing a script for his next DND session with his friends but then he heard a knock on his room door, he looks up and sees his mom in the doorway holding a gift basket “Hey sweetie, one of your friends came by and wanted me to give you this” she then put the gift basket on the desk before leaving with a quick ‘love you’.

Jerry saw the card on the basket and immediately smiled when he saw that the gift was from you, he reached inside and pulled out a drawing of him with armor and elf ears and he flaps his hands in happiness. He then reaches back into the basket, his eyes not leaving the drawing, he pulls out something that feels like a book and he shifts his gaze towards it, only to see a 18+ yaoi manga.

Jerry slowly put the drawing down ad stared at the cover of the manga before getting up and going towards his door to lock it, getting ready to read the manga.

Reader finally arrived home and plopped themselves down on the couch, the energy they had throughout the day was already drained and their social battery was at 5 percent. Their mom then went into the living room and sat next to Reader before putting on a show they both liked, Reader sat up and had their eyes glued to the tv.

Their mom gave them hot chocolate before they stayed on the couch together for a few minutes

You liked Valentine’s Day.

GREAT GOD I’M DONE!!!

Fact!: ‘your’ mom is inspired by my mom because my mom is cool 😼

Hey guyyyssss, hope you guys have a Valentine but if you don’t then that’s fine! Not everyone can have one and that’s okay, just try and treat yourself or spend time with your family for it!!!

Love you guys so muxhh

K bye mwah ^3^💋

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❝𝐣𝐣𝐤 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 + 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 (𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨)❞

a/n: almost four hundred followers omg.. i love all you freaks mwah!! here is part two as promised. included some requests for characters. aged up! megumi and yuji of course. might do a part three maybeeee? afab body w/no gendered language as usual.

part one.

── დ ──

. *. ⋆ TOJI FUSHIGURO

▸ panty stealing. he thinks of it as memorabilia. snatching your panties from the floor before you have the chance to put them back on- just something he keeps to remember you bye.

▸ daddy kink. we all saw this coming, right? you call him daddy once and it's all he needs to fuck you into the bed for the rest of the night.

▸ thigh riding. seeing you frotting against his large thigh, desperate to cum, pussy practically drooling for it... his favorite foreplay 100%.

▸ cum play. this man will cum anywhere and everywhere and he'll love it. let him cum on your face, your ass, your chest, your back, down your throat, etc etc.

▸ hatefucking. angry sex after an argument where he takes out all of the stress you caused him on your poor holes :(

▸ breeding. you can give him another baby, can't you? you can make him a daddy all over again, right? just let him cum inside of you as much as he wants, he'll make it happen, he swears.

▸ exhibitionism. you grind against him once on the bar floor and next thing you know he's dragging out to the empty alleyway and pressing you against the nearest wall.

▸ size difference. he's so large, so big, every single part of him practically overtaking you. and he gets off on that fact so fucking hard!!

. *. ⋆ NANAMI KENTO

▸ cockwarming. seating himself inside your warm pussy while he's stuck doing all kinds of boring paperwork. he'll fuck you, he swears, you just gotta sit pretty on his lap for a little bit, okay?

▸face fucking. he loves taking out all of his stress on you. gripping your hair as he uses your mouth mercilessly, bullying his cock down the back of your tight throat.

▸blindfolding. silk ribbons in a variety of colors that he matches to the underwear you're modeling for him. only the best for his lover <3

▸ thigh riding. there's no better way to put him in the mood than pathetically grinding yourself against his thigh, using his body selfishly for your own pleasure.

▸ hair pulling. y'all know that one scene... he pulls at your hair exactly like that. fingers going white with how tight he's tugging at you, manipulating your position until you're face to face with his scowl.

▸ spanking. makes you count for every slap and if you miscount, he's starting all over again. pay better attention to him next time, yeah?

▸ semi-public. yes, he will bend you right over his desk, no he doesn't care there's a meeting going on next door. or better yet, against the window of the fourth floor, overlooking the busy street below it.

▸ phone sex. it really isn't any problem that he's across the country on a mission. even just the sound of your whines over the phone is enough to get him off.

. *. ⋆ MEGUMI FUSHIGURO

▸ panty stealing. he would say he feels bad about it, but he doesn't. you looked so good in the lacey little things, he can't help but want to keep them for later. even has his own little drawer for them.

▸ masochism. the stinging pain of your nails running down his back is utterly euphoric. and don't get him started on how harshly you tug at his hair when he's eating you out- he can cum in his boxers just from that alone.

▸ breast play. massaging at the skin, feeling the plumpness under his fingertips. sucking at your nipples and leaving a trail of kisses down the valley of your breasts. he's obsessed.

▸ edging. leaving you just on the brink of release over and over again, until tears are streaming down your face. he'll let you cum eventually, you just look so pretty this worked up for him.

▸ marking. oh my goddd do not get megumi started on this. he doesn't know why it gets him so worked up- seeing you covered in the hickeys and bite marks that he's left on you- but it does.

▸ cunnilingus. eats you out like a man starved, like he'll never eat you out again. pulling him away from your poor pussy is next to impossible if he's not yet done with his meal.

▸ mutual masturbation. sometimes you both just need to relaxation of release and nothing more. sitting across from each other on the bed, or maybe side by side, listening to the moans of the other as you both touch yourselves.

▸ dacryphilia. like adoptive father like adopted son. seeing your eyes brim with tears from how good he's fucking you drives him crazy.

. *. ⋆ YUJI ITADORI

▸ ass play. we all know he's an ass man i mean come on?! doggy style is his favorite position just because of it. seeing how the fat of your ass moves with every slap of his hips is fucking addicting.

▸ praise kink. tell him how good he's fucking you and how much of a good boy he is pleaseeee!!!!

▸ toys. he didn't realize how much he would love bringing toys into the bedroom until he sees how hard you can cum around him while he holds a vibrator to your clit.

▸ raw sex. he knows it's stupid, fucking you with no protection. you're pussy just feels so good, so warm, he needs to fuck you raw.

▸ face riding. please sit on his face, suffocate him, he doesn't care. it's his favorite position to eat you out.

▸ overstimulation. poor baby doesn't even mean to overstimulate you half of the time- he just has so much stamina, you understand that, right? and seeing you so flushed and fucked out under him has him so horny. just one more round, yeah? you can do that for him, right?

▸ dirty talk. yuji is a yapper and that doesn't stop when he's fucking you. the filth that comes out of his mouth has you wet just thinking about it.

▸ dry humping. the tension, the intimacy, the panting, the friction?? all of it, it's like a drug to him.

[lov3notts]

"you what?"

ᥫ᭡Theodore Nott x F!Readerᥫ᭡

summary: accidentally drinking a lust potion, you asked your best friend Theo for help.

warning: smut, cursing, unprotected sex, size kink maybe? cream pie.

word count: 2.4k

18+only; minors don’t interact

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“You what?” Theo’s eyes widened, you wanted him to do what? He wasn’t sure if this was a dream or not but if it was he didn’t want to wake up

Earlier that day , you had accidentally drank a lust potion. 

How, you might ask?

Well the boys (Enzo/ Mattheo) thought it would be funny to prank Draco by giving him a lust potion as payback for pranking them earlier that week

At lunch the 2 boys were there first, taking their usual spots they slip the potion to a bottle of Draco's favorite drink and placing it on the spot were Draco usually sits

One by one the group gets to the table ,leaving you and Draco left. 

Soon both of you walk in, but you seem to be in a rush

“Sorry guys I can’t stay and chat, I have to get back to studying, i’m just here to get some food to eat while studying” grabbing random things and the only drink you see left, you quickly stuff it in your purse

“Wait y/n!” Enzo saying frantically, giving Matt a worried look

You look up at Enzo as you start to zip up your bag. “Yeah?” 

“We were actually saving that for Draco, um- were having practice later and that’s his favorite”

“Omg I’m so sorry! Here-“ as your opening you bag Draco comes behind you , going to sit down 

“I actually got my own drink, y/n can have it” Dracos says while pulling out his drink from his bag,

Enzo’s and Mattheos’s eye widen.

“I- um, but we got it for you” Matt says with a bit of a shaky voice 

“Its fine, I don’t need it” as he waves his drink showing the 2 boys

“But-“ 

“Omg thank you Draco, I really have to go now guys see you later” you say as you're walking away before the boys have a chance to take away the drink.

Both Enzo and Matt try to call you back but you’re already gone, both freaking out inside. praying you don't find out what they did.

While studying in your dorm you couldn’t focus for more than 10 seconds. Thinking you might just be tired from all the studying you took a break. Getting up from your desk you head towards your bed. Laying in your bed you start to space out

At first it was all innocent thoughts, school, weekend plans but then they started to shift The only thing you could think of was pleasure. Thinking of a certain boy made your cunt throb, making your body hot

Your hand slowly creeps down to your shorts. Slowly playing with yourself imagining it was Theo’s fingers rubbing circles on your clit.

“Oh god Theo” you moaned 

but no matter how good it felt you couldn’t reach your climax. You were so needy and nothing was working. The rising heat from your body only made things more uncomfortable.

“God what is wrong with me, and why is it so hot” getting up from your bed you walk towards your desk, trying to find your drink, in hopes of it cooling you down . You picked up the bottle and before you can finish the drink you saw something written on the bottom of the bottle

“Payback- Enzo and Mattheo”

Your eyes widened with confusion. 

What?

Then you remembered how the drink was meant for Draco. 

everything started to make sense

This is why you were like this

You couldn’t even be mad at them, Your mind was clouded with the urge to get any satisfaction you could. all you wanted was any sort of pleasure but nothing was good enough. it started to get painful and a sudden thought popped in your head. Theo

he’d help right? He was really the only one you can go to. 

Your heart was racing at just the thought of Theo agreeing to help you out, being best friends all these years you had developed a crush on him, of course you never acted on it because you didn’t want to ruin your friendship 

Pacing back and forth your room, you finally decide to ask him for help. Nervously picking up your phone, you open Theo’s contact.

“Theo?”

“Hey Bella, what’s up?”

The nickname itself making you get butterflies.

 “Um- I need a favor, can you come over?”

“Of course, i'll be over in a few”

“Okay see you” hanging up the phone, your thoughts begin to consume you

What if he says no?

What if he laughs at your face and runs off

What if…

What if he says yes… 

Before you can continue, there was a knock on your door. That must be him. Slowly walking to your door, palms sweaty, you turn your door knob

“Hey, what did you need help with?” Theo goes in to give you a hug

Hugging him back, your nose is infused with his cologne  

God why does he always smell so good

He lets go and looks at you closely, he moves a strain of hair behind your ear to have a better look at you. His eyebrows frown, noticing your face is flustered and incredibly warm.

“Are you okay? Your face is warm” resting his hand on your cheek

“Yeah, um actually funny story-“ Quickly leading him to sit on the edge of your bed, holding his hands as you begin to explain

“Please just hear me out. I know it's odd ,but I have no one to go to,- just please-“ falling to your knees, begging.

“Hey hey, breathe. You know I'm here if you need anything. Now tell me, what’s up?” Theo's eyes looking at you with worry.

“Please I- I need you to fuck me” you blur out

That was the last thing Theo thought would come out of your mouth. 

You wanted him to what???

He was speechless, absolutely at a loss of words. jaw wide open

“Please, I'm sorry for asking you for this, I know it’s a lot and we’re best friends. But please I can’t take it anymore. I accidentally drank something that wasn’t meant to me and it had this effect on me. I’ve tried everything but nothing is working. I need your help please” your face heating up from embarrassment . I mean you only ever had the biggest crush on your best friend for years, but what you didn’t know was that so did Theo.

Theo had dreamt of the day he got to be with you.

How’d he spend hours pleasuring himself of the thought of you under him, on top of him and how good you’d take him in your mouth. God, was he hard the second you asked him to help you out.

How could he say no? 

Without another thought he picked you up from the floor. Sitting down back on your bed while you straddled his lap.

Looking into your eyes, moving a piece of your hair behind your ear, resting his hand on your cheek, he leaded in.  

Your soft lips on his, both whimpering into the intense kiss. Licking your bottom lip asking for access. You gladly gave it to him. 

Slowly rocking your hips on his clothed boner, trying to find any friction to satisfy you.

Slowly laying you down your bed, taking off your clothes until you were left in nothing but your matching black lace set. 

“Don’t worry Bella, i’ll take good care of you” Theo whispers as he starts to leave a trail of kisses down your body

“Theo please~” you pleaded, needing to feel something, anything.

“poor thing, you’ve must of been so uncomfortable for such a long time, don’t worry i’m here now”

He stopped to look at your lying body, face all flustered, messy hair. 

“God you’re so beautiful” he wasn’t lying, he’d always thought you were the most beautiful person he’d ever seen. Always jealous of your ex boyfriends because they got to be with you. But now it was his turn and he was going to give you the best you’d ever gotten, he was going to ruin every other guy you’ve been with. 

Slowly pulling your panties off, dick throbbing at the sight of your wet glistening pussy. Trying to ignore his throbbing cock and focus on you, he gives you a sweet smile. 

“You're soaking wet, so ready for me” leaving little kisses around your pussy, teasing. finally burying his face between your legs, painfully slow licks as he takes it in, savoring every moment. 

As soon as you felt his tongue, you became a whimpering mess.  

“Theo~ oh my god yes” moving your hand to his hair, giving it a little tug. 

Theo couldn’t hold it in anymore, he started to devour you. eating you out as if he’d never get this opportunity ever again

“You taste so fucken good” he groaned against your dripping core. The vibrations sending you waves of pleasure 

“More please, Theo! oh my god~” it felt so good, his tongue making you feel things you’ve never felt before with anyone else

“So polite, even when your so needy” Theo smirked as he sees how much of a mess you were for him

He starts so pump one of his fingering into you while eating you out. Soon enough you felt the feeling you were craving for

“M-so close, fuck Theo i’m so close”

He stops what he’s doing, getting up grasping on his zipper and undoing the button. Tugging his jeans and boxers off. 

“Theo? Why’d you stop? I was so close” you looked at him with teary eyes. you were so close, god why did he stop

“Sorry princess, I wanna be in you, want you cum on my cock” godddd was he hot

His cock strung out his pants hitting his stomach , you were lost for words. In no world was Theodore Nott small, he was big- huge even. you’ve never taken anything close to his size.

Theo noticed your starring

“Like what you see?” A smile tugged the corner of his lips

“Don’t worry you can take it, I know you can”

You nodded at his works 

He lined himself up to your pussy, tracing himself up and down, teasing you.

“You have no idea how long i've been wanting to do this for” 

“Fuck ,Theo please, please fuck me” you whined 

“Anything for you, love”

he slowly pushed himself into you. You both let out a loud moan. 

“fuck, your so tight” Theo was out of breath.

You felt so good around him that he never wanted this moment to end.

“fuck Theo your big” you said panting 

“You think you can take more?”

More???

“There’s more??” Looking at Theo with a disbelief face

He chuckled “i’m only have way”

“Don’t worry you can handle it, can’t you baby?”

“Mhm- yes yes, I can take it”

Pushing the reset of himself into you. bottoming you out. heavily breathing, getting comfortable with the feeling of him stretching you out. 

“good girl ,You’re doing so well for me, are you ready?”

“Yes! fuck-please move, please” you begged

Brining your legs above his shoulders and laying them there. Gripping your ankles to keep you steady as he started to thrust into you. Both a moaning mess

“Fuck fuck fuckkk, Theo-” your eyes roll back, arching your back.

“You feel so good Bella, oh god-“ panting 

“Your squeezing me tight- fuck”

One of his hands moving to your waist. fucking you harder now, unable to stop. His cock was so fucking good, hitting your g-spot every time.

“Fuck Theo just like that, don’t stop, don’t stop please!” Your hands holding onto your bed sheets as he rocks his hips.

“You like that huh? You like it when your best friend is pounding into you, god you look so beautiful, taking all of me like a good girl” he groans while leaving kisses on your ankle.

Your walls clenching at his words

He groaned again as he felt your cunt throb at his praise. 

“Oh you like being called a good girl don’t you?” letting go of your ankle to grip your jaw to make you look at him.

“Who's a good girl are you?” Theo says as he speeds up his thrusts

Looking at him with half lidded eyes “Yours, all yours!!~“ you moan

“That’s right all mine, no one can ever make you feel this good, isn’t that right love?”

 “Mhm only you, ah~ i'm so close”

“Cum for me baby, come all over my cock”

You were absolute bliss, god you’ve never seen fucked this good, yeah you’ve had other hookups but nothing can compared to this, to Theo

You moaned loudly, shutting your eyes as you reached your orgasm “im- im cumming!!” Your body shaking from the overwhelming feeling

The way your walls clenched from cumming made Theo on the verge of spilling. He continues to thrust into you through your first orgasm. He didn’t expect you make such a mess all over his dick, your cum spilling out of you as he thrusts into you

You felt Theo twitch inside of you, knowing he’s close you moved his hand from your waist to your breasts.

“Mmm so soft…” Theo whispered. leaning down, putting his tongue on your nipple, swirling it around. “Mmm Theo that feels good” throwing your head back from a little act. Theo was soon approaching his climax.  

“Fuckk- can I cum inside of you? please oh god I can’t hold it anymore, please? Fuck-” Theo begged as he tried to hold it in, waiting for you response 

“Yes!! fuck Theo cum inside me” you practically screamed as you felt you stomach tighten.

He let out a loud moan as he spilled his cum inside of you. You screamed as you felt his warm cum spilling in you, triggering your second orgasm.

Theo’s thrusts became sloppy, riding out both your highs. He pulled out and laid beside you. Dizzy and breathless, taking a moment to catch your breath.  Finally when you both got steady, you look up at Theo

“Thank you Theo, really”

“No need to thank me Bella, you can come to me for anything anytime” smiling at you.

crawling onto his lap you whispered into his ear “stay the night? I don’t think the drink has worn off just yet~”

This was going to be a long night for Theo.

ᥫ᭡reblog's & comment's are appreciatedᥫ᭡

a/n: Thank you for reading my first ever fic!! a special mention to @leona-hawthorne for being an angel and giving me feedback on my first rough draft. It helped a lot:)!! another honorable mention to @nottsangel!! Im that anon who mentioned writing their first story, hope you like it^-^ thank you both, your blogs have inspired me to start writing. xoxo

©lov3notts ,do not copy, translate or claim any of my writing or works as your own.

[mystellenia]

christmas mirror sex with vi ୨ৎ

summary: you look a little too good in your christmas pajamas, and vi simply can't control herself.

content: answer to this req!! dom!vi, sub!r, desperate!vi, strap (r!rec), makeout and through-the-chonies rubbing just for a little bit, dirty talk i guueeesssss, rough!vi, mean!vi, vi's thrusts are like a fucking JACKHAMMER like paralyzingly fast (is paralyzingly a word (did i just make that up (call me an entrepreneur))).

notes: this is pretty filthy guys. merry christmas my kittens eat well. OOH OOH ALSO GUYS. yk when cait and vi fucked and cait was like "while you were gone... i- i saw someone..." and vi is like "i dont fucking care."? yeah thats what the line later on thats in red is giving. muehehehehehhehe. and i double posted too i’m such an active queen. read soft christmas morning with vi thru the link ;)

(wc 1.2k)

your head slammed against the plush of the mattress as vi roughly dropped you on the bed. 

just twenty minutes prior, you were just standing in the kitchen brewing two cups of tea, one for yourself and one for her. the two of you were in your own version of matching christmas pajamas: the pants of the set were sitting low on vi’s hips, her toned v-line visible with a taunting red happy trail peeking out from under a plain wifebeater. the long-sleeved, buttoned shirt of the set loosely draped across your body, the top few buttons undone and showing your upper chest, and the lower hem just barely covering the fat of your ass, clad in a pair of white, cheeky underwear covered in little red and pink hearts. 

vi was splayed across the couch with her phone dangling in her hand, her eyes unabashedly trained on your ass while you moved in the kitchen. just looking at your bare legs in the warm light of the kitchen was enough to get her going, and once you turned around with a mug of tea in each hand and approached her, nipples erect and poking through the fabric of your pajama shirt, she knew the two of you were going end up in the bedroom in the next fifteen minutes. 

“here, baby,” you said, carefully setting her mug of jasmine tea on the side table next to the couch. “let it cool a bit—it's really hot.” 

“is it, now?” vi mockingly mumbled, not caring how obvious her intentions were, her gaze lowered to your thighs. “c’mere,” she says, hooking one hand around your waist and the other under your ass cheek to pull you onto her lap. 

“jesus, i have piping hot tea in my hand, violet.” you rush to carefully place your mug of tea next to where you set hers on the wood side table. your voice wavers a bit when vi’s lips suction to your neck, suckling on the skin and leaving wet patches as her mouth moves. 

her kisses trail up the side of your neck to your jaw, disconnecting right when she gets to the corner of your mouth. your breath has already begun shuddering from her sudden teasing, and you pant into her parted lips. 

“but, i just made... but the tea,” you squeak out, trying to stop her from devouring you, because you know once she starts, you won’t be able to say anything but yes and please. 

her head tilts to the side, lips brushing over yours. with a scoff, she says, “i could not care any fucking less about the tea,” and then pulls you by the back of your neck to close the small gap between you, immediately pulling moans from your chest.

a particularly sharp thrust from vi snaps you back to the present. you lay on your back on the edge of the bed, your head dangling off and facing a full-length mirror in front of you.  

through your upside-down view, you watch her lean figure snap forward at a diabolical pace through the mirror. her wifebeater was discarded, her bared chest making your clit throb as she pistoned into you with a long, red strap. with every jolt of her hips, her small breasts bounced and hypnotized you in the mirror’s reflection. 

if your vision wasn't getting blurry from the stimulation and the blood rushing to your head from your inverted position, you’d try telling her how salivating she looked. you give up the thought of even trying because the idea of forming words dissolves just as quickly as it came about, pleas and begs the only coherent words your brain can make. 

vi had the stamina of a seasoned race horse, so while you had already cum twice, she was steadily building up to her first orgasm and had barely broken a sweat. out on the couch, she had unbuttoned all of your shirt’s buttons except for two at the bottom to expose your boobs, her mouth latching onto them immediately while her fingers rubbed you through your panties. your shirt was still unbuttoned, and your free boobs bounced with every one of vi’s devilish thrusts. 

“jesus christ- can't believe i hadn’t fucked you like this yet,” she ekes out. “i love this pussy so damn.. so damn much...” her voice trails off with a long grunt. 

that familiar, hot swirling begins in your body, your legs softly twitching on either side of vi’s hips.  

“vi, please- please don’t stop,” you whisper, unable to remember how to speak at a louder volume. 

“oh, what was that?” she evilly taunts. “did you say something? i’m gonna need you to speak up, mama.” 

you whine in frustration. in between cries, you mumble, “please, don’t stop, please. keep going, keep going, don’t move.” tears fall from your eyes and up your face from gravity being flipped, salted drops disappearing into your hairline and down your hair that hung to the floor. 

your strained begging just eggs her on more, her thrusts somehow picking up speed even more and further bruising your already abused cervix.  

you wonder how at such a relentless pace, she has remained nearly silent, but before the thought can develop, you’re cumming hard around her cock, your mouth open in a silent scream. vi grins at your helplessness and continues fucking you through it, only slowing down once you begin nonsensically babbling. your dumbification pushes her to her climax, too, and she fucks the both of you through your orgasms. 

after a minute or so, once the two of you have come down from your highs, she grabs a fistful of your hair at the crown of your head to lift your ragdoll-like head up to face her. 

“you think you got another one for me in that hollow skull?” she teases, slightly shaking your head side-to-side by her grip on your hair. her smile is evident in her eyes, knowing you couldn’t give her another one even if you wanted to. 

all you can do is pant words out incoherently and shake your head, your eyes nearly crossed from the sheer strength of your orgasm.  

pulling your body fully onto the bed by your thighs, she sets your head onto a pillow, pulling out and removing the strap from her hips to get a warm washcloth to clean up the mess you’ve made in between your legs.  

she walks around the bed to where your head rests on a pillow and smooths the hair stuck to your forehead with sweat out of your face.  

“you did good for me, baby, i’m proud of you. i know i was rough.” leaning down, she drops a kiss on the tip of your nose, chuckling at how you still haven’t seemed to get a grasp on your surroundings. “merry christmas, mama.” 

merry quismos chat. make sure to wish all your favorite skibids a merry gyattmas (i’m gonna throw up in my mouth i’m cringing)