#idk... somethings just a little off but i did pass out minutes are finishing it so

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caught

matt sturniolo x reader (female)

warning: this story contains smut and rough sex

hi everyone! this is my first story and i’m proud of it tbh, but i also apologize if you think it’s bad or… if i did something wrong. lmao idk, enjoy 🫶 oh also, sorry that it’s SO long 😭 i like a good build up.

It was a Friday night, 7PM, and I was hanging out at my boyfriend’s place, Matt. We decided to do a casual date night. That was something I loved about our relationship. We didn’t care for fancy dinner dates. Eating fast food at home, in the car or grabbing a quick meal at a restaurant was enough for us.

We are both sitting at the black kitchen table eating Mc Donald’s.

I pick up a french fry and before I put it in my mouth I ask, “So, we have the place to ourselves the entire night?”

“Yep.”, Matt says then grabbing his root beer soda and taking a sip. “Chris and Nick went to a party and won’t be home til later.”

I chew the french fry and swallow it. “You didn’t want to go?”, I ask.

“Nah. I’d rather spend my night with my girlfriend.” Matt places his right hand on top of my left and gives it a gentle squeeze.

A few moments have passed and we were both done eating our dinner. Matt takes our empty cups, french fry containers, wrappers from our burgers and toss it in the trash can.

I enter into Matt’s room with my right hand in his left. I lead him to the bed where I guide him to sit down and I sit in his lap with my legs wrapped around him. I wrap my arms around his neck, feeling the cold chain of his necklace against my bare arms. Matt places his arms on my lower back holding me. We look into each other’s eyes for a few moments taking each other in. Matt smiles at me and gives a little chuckle.

“What, babe?”, I ask while gently running my fingers through his brown hair.

Matt says, “Oh nothing. I’m just thinking to myself how did I get so lucky to have you?”

I blush and smile not knowing what to say because he still manages to give me butterflies and leave me speechless.

All I could say is “I love you.” I place my right hand on his chiseled jawline feeling his rough stubble underneath my hand, and trace his lower lip with my thumb. Matt says I love you back and moves his hands lower and gently squeezes my ass. I lean in placing my lips onto his. I slide my tongue into his mouth. Our tongues collide dance all around swapping saliva. I feel Matt getting hard underneath me. I slowly grind against his hard length. Matt lets out a deep moan. I feel his warm breath against my lips. Matt brings his lips back to mine and we continue to make out. I pull away from our kiss and teasingly bite on his lip. To finish it off I give him a quick peck.

I yawn feeling tired. I unhook my legs from Matt’s waist and get off of him. Matt says, “Hey! What are you doing? You can’t tease me like that.”

I giggle. “I’m going to take a quick nap if that’s okay.” I say while I move the decorative log pillows aside and untuck the sheets to get into Matt’s bed.

“It’s only okay if we get to continue this later.” he says while giving me a sexy smirk and a wink. I shake my head agreeing to his words. I climb into bed and get comfy.

Matt stands up from the foot of the bed, walks over to to me and leans over to give me a gentle kiss on my head. “I’m going to hang out in the living room so I can let you sleep, baby.” I let out a soft mhmm. Matt turns off the lights and shuts the door as he leaves the room.

I wake up in the comfort of Matt’s bed. I grab my phone to check the time. 9:30PM. I place my phone back down on the side table and close my eyes again. A few minutes went by when I suddenly hear, “God, Nick, you fucking suck at this game! You made us lose again! We haven’t won a single game tonight.” I jolted up and saw Matt sitting at his computer playing Fortnite.

“Geez, babe! You almost gave me a heart attack!” He didn’t seem to hear me so I grab one of the log pillows and threw it at him. “Hey!”, he says to me. He turns around and says, “Oh you’re up, baby. Did I wake you?”

“Sorta!”

“I’m sorry.” Matt puts down the PS4 controller and says into the microphone, “Hold on you guys, Y/N woke up. Be back soon.” I could hear Chris and Nick through the headset both saying alright.

Matt walks over to me and sits on the bed. “How was your nap?” he asks moving a piece of hair out of my face and tucking it behind my ear.

“I needed it.” I grab his hand that is near my ear and bring it down onto the bed. “Is that Nick and Chris you’re talking to? I thought they weren’t going to be home til later.” I slowly move my thumb side to side across his hand.

“Yeah, they decided to leave the party early.”

“Don’t they know that we’re doing a date night?”

“Yes. I tried to convince them to stay longer but they wouldn’t. Assholes.” Matt rolls his eyes and lets out a heavy sigh.

“Hey, Matt, it’s okay.“ I lean in and give him a peck on the lips. “I’m ready to continue where we left off now that I am well rested.” I say in a flirtatious tone. I can see Matt instantly get hard underneath his Nike grey sweatpants just from my words. I love knowing that I have that kind of control over him. “But Chris and Nick are here. And you and I both know you scream my name when I am absolutely destroying your sweet pussy.”, Matt says softly with a smirk and licks his lips. I lean forward and whisper into his ear, “Well, I’ll just have to learn to be quiet and if I can’t… well… that’s Nick’s and Chris’ problem. They knew we were having a date night.” I bring my hand to Matt’s throbbing dick, I glide my hand across it and he squirms under my touch. I continue to whisper in his ear, “Look at you. Already going crazy from my touch. You tell those boys that you are done with gaming for tonight.” Matt gets up from the bed, walks over to his desk and puts back on his headset and says into the microphone, “Hey, you guys, I am done with Fortnite for the evening.”

“Oh we knew the moment we heard Y/N say, ‘I’m ready to continue where we left off now that I am well rested’ .”, Chris says laughing. “Shut up, bro!” Matt raises his voice. Chris continues to laugh and says, “Forgot to mute your mic, bro.”

“Okay, this got weird fast.” Nick says.

“Goodnight.” Matt says with a serious tone. Matt takes off his headset, logs off of Fortnite and turns off his PS4.

I stretch my arms out in front and wiggle my fingers telling Matt I want to be snuggled up in his arms. Matt walks over to me places his arms around me and rests his head on top of mine. I breathe in his addictive scent of cedarwood and hints of citrus.

“I love it when you get mad, babe.” , I say with a laugh. “It’s both cute and hot.”

“Yeah?” he asks.

I nod. “I love big bad boy Bernard.”, I tease. Matt just rolls his eyes not even knowing what to say to that. Matt lifts his head off of mine, takes his hand puts it under my chin and tilts my head up. He stares into my eyes and puts his lips on mine. He slides his tongue into my mouth and our tongues are once again dancing.

I reach for the drawstring on his sweatpants and untie them while we are still exchanging a wet kiss. I tug on the waistband of both the sweatpants and his underwear. I break the kiss and say, “Take these off.” Matt stands up and removes his grey sweatpants first and I immediately become wet at the sight of Matt’s bulge compressed in his red underwear. He then removes his underwear and his dick springs out fully erected. I get off the bed and kneel in front of him.

“God you are so beautiful staring up at me like that. Put those pretty pink lips to good use, yeah?”, he says.

I first tease him by delicately moving my fingers along his shaft and then I gently lick the tip swirling my tongue around it.

“Please stop teasing me, Y/N.”, Matt begs. He bunches my hair into a messy bun and without warning he bucks his hips and all the sudden I feel his dick at the back of my throat. I place my hands onto his thighs for support. He then starts to thrust in out of my mouth at a steady pace.

“Your pretty mouth feels so fucking good around me.”, he says.

I unclip my black bra and remove it from underneath my shirt. I then lift my shirt up exposing my tits. My nipples go hard from the cold hair. I place both of my index fingers and thumbs to massage my hardened nipples for added pleasure. I begin to moan.

“Fuck, baby, with you moaning like that. I’m not going to be able to last much longer.” he says. He begins to speed up his pace forcing me to have to put my hands back on his thighs for support.

“I’m so close, Y/N.” Matt says with heavy breaths. He removes his dick from my mouth and begins to stroke his dick at a fast pace. Shots of his hot cum lands on my tits. “Fuuuuuck.” Matt says in a deep moan.

I stare up into his beautiful blue eyes and move all of the saliva that formed from the blowjob to my lips and Matt leans down and kisses me as we share the wet sloppy mess.

“You are such a dirty girl for me, huh?”, he says. I glide my fingers across my tits collecting his cum and licking it all up.

Matt takes my hand and helps me up.

“Now it’s my turn to make my princess feel good.”, he says.

He removes my shirt fully exposing my top half. He leans down and takes one nipple into his mouth. His warm tongue gliding across my nipple causing me to moan. I place my hands on his head and move my fingers through his soft messy brown hair. Matt stops for a second to help me lay back on the bed with him on top. He starts planting kisses on my neck and makes his way back down to my tits. He takes in the opposite nipple and swirls his tongue around it. He then makes his way further down while his hands massage my tits. Once he gets to my jeans he moves his hands down to unbutton and unzip them. He removes my jeans leaving me only in my black thong. He also removes his black tank top over his head.

Seeing Matt completely naked with only his horse chain/necklace on makes me feel a warmth down in my core.

Matt stands at the foot of the bed and I feel his blue eyes scanning over my body taking in the sight of me.

“Come on, Matt. My pussy is aching for you.”, I say as I begin to touch myself. I can feel the black fabric becoming wet.

Matt leans over and wraps his arms around my legs bringing me closer to the edge of the bed so he has easier access to my pussy. I can feel his hot breath against my flesh. I stop touching myself and let him take over.

Matt firstly moves my thong to the side with his teeth and then starts licking away at my clit. The intense pleasure caught me off guard and I yell, “MATT!” I immediately place my hand over my mouth knowing that Chris and Nick could’ve possibly heard. Matt says against my pussy, “Shhhh… Don’t want my brothers to know that I am eating the shit out of you right now.” He goes back to licking every crevice of my wet aching pussy. The clit, the folds and even inside. “Fuck, Matt. Don’t stop, please.”, I say with heavy breaths. I place my legs over his shoulders and place a hand in his hair grabbing it. Letting him know to not stop and that I am close. I begin to squirm under him and let out deep heavy moans. I feel his tongue going in and out of me at a rapid speed. God he knew how to use that tongue of his. He then goes back over my clit and that’s when I lose it. I feel a pleasuring sensation come over me as I reach my climax. My legs shake uncontrollably and I can’t help but yell his name.

A few seconds later I say, “Holy shit, babe. I think… that was… your best job yet.”, I say trying to catch my breath. Matt then licks me all over and tells me how good I taste.

He comes up, leans forward, and wraps his hand around my neck, whispering, “I told you to be quiet. Turn around and get on all fours for me.”

I do as he says and put my ass into the air. Matt removes my thong by ripping it off me in one swift motion. He spanks my ass and I let out a whimper. He grabs his hard length and glides it in between my folds teasing me.

“Babe, plea-“, before I could finish my sentence he thrusts into me super deep with no warning. I let out a gasp. He gives me a moment to adjust to his size before he starts moving slowly in and out of me.

“Goddamn, Y/N, you are so tight.” He gives my ass another slap and continues to move in and out of my wetness. Matt grabs my hair and pulls my head back as he begins to pick up his pace. My eyes begin to roll to the back of my head I can feel the familiar sensation forming in my stomach knowing I am close.

“Matt- I- I’m—“

“Me too, babe.”

His dick twitching inside of me knowing he is close. I reach for my clit and rub it with my fingers in a circular motion.

The door opens and Nick walks in, “Hey, Matt, do you know where—“ Both Matt and I look over and see Nick with terror in his eyes. I try to say something but I am so overwhelmed with pleasure and also close to reaching my climax that I can’t get any words out.

“Hey, bro! Get outta here!”, Matt yells.

Nick exclaims, “Oh shit! Sorry!” He exits so fast closing the door behind him.

Right after the door closes I feel my pussy clenching around his dick while I reached my peak. “Matt! I- I’m cumming! Holy—!”

“Yes, baby, cum for me.”, Matt says out of breath continuing move in and out of me.

Seconds later I feel Matt bucking his hips and his warm cum filling me up. Matt pulls out and collapses next to me.

“Holy fucking shit.”, he says, “that was so hot.”

I turn over and lay next to him. Our hot sweaty bodies touching.

“You should’ve locked the door, silly.”, I say with a giggle.

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Car rapids || Hozier x reader

Kinktober: Day 3 - Quickie

prompt list

Tags: quickie, car sex, semi-public sex i guess, dom/sub undertones kinda

Summary: Things get hot while on the car with Andrew on the way to his parent’s house for dinner, unfortunately you can’t be late, so it’s time to be quick

Word count: 1.7k

A/N: idk if i did yesterday’s since im scheduling these as i finish them but i probably didn’t because i don’t like writing it. So sorry for that. Anyway hope you like this one that i wrote between 11pm and 5am but i did like it so make of that what you will. Tomorrow’s prompt is facesitting I’ll see you all there

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Your hands were on the wheel, eyes focused on the road as you drove across the Irish countryside. Your boyfriend, Andrew, sat next to you, looking out the window while he hummed along to a song playing from the car speakers. You and Andrew had decided to go on a little weekend getaway to Galway, just the tiniest change of scenery since leaving Ireland was out of the question, given the dinner with his parents on Sunday, which you were driving to right now, being a bit over halfway there. For once and by powers unknown to you, you were on time, early even, maybe because you told Andrew that you were already running late when you told him to finish getting ready when you were actually not, something that, once he found out about when you were already in the car and moving, he had (jokingly) complained endlessly about for the first fifteen minutes of the journey before apologising with a kiss to your cheek and putting on some music.

As you continued to drive, Andrew’s eyes wandered from the passing views over to you, a tiny smile forming in his face as he looked you up and down, his hand moved to your thigh, squeezing it ever so slightly. You looked at him out of the corner of your eye, trying your best to suppress a smile. “Andrew.” You warned him.

“Hm?” He hummed in question, fake innocence in his voice as he spoke. “What is it, baby?”

“Hands off,” you gently scolded him, “can’t focus on the road if you’re all over me.”

“It’s just a hand on your thigh, love, nothing more.” He smiled, his grip tightening a little.

“Last time you said that we ended up having a pregnancy scare.” You reminded him.

“You’re the one that told me to finish inside when I wasn’t wearing a condom,” he teased back, chuckling softly, “and you’re on birth control now, anyway.”

“Not my point.”

“Then what was it?”

“That it’s never ‘nothing’ with you, or with me.” You said, the last words coming out in a flustered whisper.

“So I should take my hand off your thigh?” He smirked, knowing he was slowly winning you over.

“Maybe…” you mumbled, “you can keep it there, if you want, but no higher.”

“As you wish, baby.” He nodded, leaving his hand on your thigh, his fingers drawing small circles on it. He went back to looking out the window as you drove, a comfortable silence falling over the both of you again, only disturbed by the soft music.

°*°*°

“I was thinking,” Andrew said, breaking the silence that had fallen over you both a little over an hour ago, his hand still on your thigh, “you practically never drive, you’re always my passenger princess, especially in longer drives.”

“Yeah,” you agreed, “why do you say that?”

“Because you’re driving right now, why?” His grip tightened on your thigh again.

“I don’t know,” you shrugged, “you drove us on the way there and then drove everywhere while we were in Galway, thought I’d let you rest from the wheel for a bit.”

“That’s sweet of you,” he smiled, “so it’s not because you don’t like my reckless driving?”

“No, I actually really like it, it’s fun when you drive like a maniac.” You chuckled, “ and I like the things we do while you’re driving, too.” You added, a cheeky smile on your face as you felt your cheeks heat up.

Andrew smiled too, a clear idea in his eyes now that you had brought up the subject. “Yeah? You like it when I finger you while we drive through the middle of nowhere, baby?” He teased, you nodded, biting your lip as you felt his grip tightening again. “Use your words.”

“Y-yeah,” you whined softly, suppressing a moan.

“D’you want me to do it while you drive, baby?”

“Can’t.” You answered, “I get distracted easily, I could crash your car.”

“Stop the car, then,” he suggested, his voice smooth and sultry as he leaned slightly closer to you. “Let me make you feel good, pet, it won’t take long.”

“You always say that,” a whine escaped you as you feigned resistance to his advances, in reality, your eyes were already looking for a good place to stop the car. “To you ‘not taking long’ means at least forty five minutes.”

“Won’t take more than ten, fifteen at most.” He whispered, “just stop the car and get on my lap, let me feel you around me. Let me hear those pretty little sounds you make, sweetness.”

You found a spot to stop at right as he stopped speaking, and thank God you did because you had seriously considered stopping the car in the middle of the road and fucking him right then and there. You slowed down, driving to the side of the road and stopping the car as Andrew’s smile widened, he leaned closer to you as he clicked his seatbelt open, his lips finding your jaw and planting soft kisses as you clicked your own seatbelt open. You turned your head towards him, your lips finding his and immediately latching on, passionately kissing him as you moved from the driver’s seat and onto his lap, straddling him as best you could. His hands moved to your skirt, pulling it up as fast as he could, a couple curses escaped him between kisses as he struggled to get the maxi skirt out of the way. You giggled softly at every curse of his, your hands working fast on his belt and jeans, quickly undoing them and pulling them down along with his boxers just enough so his cock, already hard and with a flushed tip, could spring free from its confines, slapping against his clothed stomach and making him whine lightly.

You spat on your hand and started to gently jerk him off while he struggled with your skirt and your hips gently grinded on him, you core desperate for some attention. “I’m going to rip this thing off you, I swear to God.” He muttered under his breath in frustration, moaning softly as you moved your hand. You giggled softly. “Not funny, baby.” He scolded you.

“You know you can just lift it up, right? You don’t need to take it off completely.” You reminded him, your lips finding his neck, peppering soft kisses along it.

“But then how will I see what pretty panties you’re wearing today?” He complained, still fighting the skirt.

“You do that and we’ll be late to dinner with your parents, and I’m not going to explain to them why we're late.”

“Fine,” he conceded, lifting your skirt and caressing your ass for a couple seconds before smacking it sharply, making you whine, “and don’t bring up my parents while I’m trying to fuck you again, yeah?”

“Sorry,” you mumbled softly. Andrew moved your underwear to the side, pulling you closer and blindly positioning you above his cock. You slowly sat down on it, making both of you gasp at the feeling. You moved your hips up and down on his cock, bouncing on it as he held onto you, planting warm kisses on your neck.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck, you’re perfect, so fucking perfect.” He moaned onto your neck, starting to thrust up, meeting you halfway. His hand moved from your side to your pussy, his thumb finding your clit and flicking it quickly, pressing on it every so often, making you whine softly. Your hands moved to his hair, gripping his long curls while pure white pleasure ran through your veins like the most potent drug. You felt that all-familiar coil form in your lower abdomen, your breathing becoming ragged and whiny. “Almost there, baby? Already? You’re really sensitive today, you never get like this so fast.” He teased, each sentence finishing with a kiss to your neck.

You wanted to argue back, but when you opened your mouth to do so all that came out was a loud moan, your face heating up from slight embarrassment as Andrew chuckled. The coil in your stomach became stronger and stronger with each passing second, your legs shaking slightly, bouncing up and down on his cock was becoming increasingly difficult as you felt your orgasm coming, “Fuck! Andy!” You moaned loudly, stopping your movements out of sheer ecstasy, your legs shaking with pleasure, Andrew continued to fuck you, thrusting up into your pussy as he played with your clit. “Please! Oh my god! Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease” you begged in a desperate moan, you weren’t even sure what it was you were begging for, Andrew did though, he kissed from your neck to your ear, whispering softly as he fucked you mercilessly.

“It’s okay, darling, come for me, let me feel you, baby.” He lightly bit your earlobe as you found your release, the coil in your core snapping as you moaned loudly, your hips shaking with the intensity of your orgasm. His hand moved away from your clit and to your hips as he lifted them up and down to fuck you better, overstimulating you as he chased his own release. He came not long after, his hips snapping up to yours as he filled you with his cum, soft groans escaping him while you whined from the overstimulation.

He came down from his peak, kissing your neck and face as you still tried to ground yourself. “Fifteen minutes,” he said with a smug tone.

“What?” You asked softly, still a bit out of it.

“We took fifteen minutes, told you I could be quick,” he chuckled.

“How the hell do you know that?” You mumbled into his shoulder, your post-orgasmic tiredness catching up to you.

“Car clock,” he said smugly, “it was 2:07pm when you got on my lap, and now it's 2:22pm.”

“You’re impossible,” you giggled, thinking it funny how he had made a mental note of the time just to prove he was right.

“You love it,” he smiled into your hair. “I think I’ll drive the rest of the way, you look exhausted, love.”

“Yeah, okay.” You nodded, getting off his lap and settling onto the passenger's seat, after fixing your underwear and skirt. Andrew fixed his own clothes, adjusted the driver’s seat to accommodate his height, and began driving to his parents’ house, still on time for dinner.

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needy | jack hughes

pairing; jh86 x fem!reader

warning(s); fluff, established relationship, idk what else, smidge of angst (?), lowercase intended, not rlly edited.

word count; 1.1k

summary; jack comes home from a five game road trip

"can you please come to bed?" jack whines from across the hall, interrupting your concentration.

pausing the outline you were currently writing, you let out a deep sigh. "just a few more minutes, j."

you hear stumbling across the floor, and in moments jack is leaning against the doorframe, wrapped in a burrito blanket you got for your birthday last year.

his hair has gotten longer since that last time you’ve seen him, messily resting past his ears and down his neck.

"you said that ten minutes ago."

you look up, and meet jacks pleading gaze. "you look tired, love. why don't you try and get some sleep?"

it was a little after one am, you were growing tired, and you knew he was too.

he rolls his eyes at you. "i miss you. didn't you miss me, when i was gone?"

removing your glasses, you rubbed at your eyes with your palms, trying to rid the looming tiredness.

of course you missed him, you always did, but you had inventory at work on monday and an important deadline coming up, you couldn't just drop everything because he was home. you had a life without him, too.

"of course i missed you, jack. i just need a little bit more time to work without you bothering me every five minutes, please." you knew the moment you said it, that you shouldn't have.

jack's eyes widen momentarily, as if he can't believe the words that just came out of your mouth.

jack is normally needy, roadie's aside. that was actually one of the first things that made you fall in love with him, his constant need to show you how much he valued and cared about you.

your family is emotionally distant, you've only hugged your dad maybe five times in your life, and you don't think you've ever heard him say i love you to your mom.

jack said it everyday, multiple times a day. leaving to go to practice, "i love you". ending every phone call "i love you". you made him dinner, "i love you"

you had yet to say it back to him.

there was a time you wanted to, but then it passed, and now every time you think about saying it, it just feels forced.

jack hasn’t taken offense that you haven’t said it yet, he knows how you are with this sort of thing.

‘whenever your ready’ he says.

"sure, yeah. sorry for bothering you." jack turns on his heels, not giving you a chance to respond.

the door closes quietly, echoing throughout the quiet apartment.

you sit in silence, your brain not quite processing what had just happened.

you figured you might as well finish your work, then call it a night. you plugged your headphones in and chose a random spotify playlist to work to.

it's about two hours later when you finally give in and close your macbook with a curse under your breath.

shutting the lamp off, you make your way to your bedroom, opening to door quietly as you're unsure if jack is awake or not. part of you hopes he is awake, so you can form some sort of apology.

hockey plays quietly on the tv, while jack is laying down, his body turned towards the window, light snores escaping him.

you go to the bathroom and brush your teeth, too tired to bother with your skincare routine tonight.

stripping out of your day clothes, you throw on one of jacks t-shirts that he's left, and join him in bed. you spared one last look at your boyfriend, before turning the tv off.

turning so your back is facing his, you shut your eyes, and try and force yourself to sleep.

after hours of tossing and turning, you glance at the clock to see that only about 45 minutes has passed since you last checked the time.

turning back to jack, you shook his shoulder. "jack.. jack wake up."

groaning, he pushes your hand off him, turning to face you. "what time is it?"

"a little after three."

"oh.. did something happen? are you okay?" he gives you a concerned look, his face illuminated by the small nightlight in the corner.

"no, nothing happened."

his lips part in confusion. "i don't understand."

"fuck i just-i don't want you to be mad at me, okay?!"

jack jumps slightly at your outburst.

"i'm sorry." you add quickly, before he has a chance to speak.

jack avoids your gaze, seemingly unsure of what to say. "it's not-i should've just left you to your work."

you reach out, brushing stray fallen hair out of his eye line. "you know me, you know i'm not good with.. feelings. but im trying, for you. of course i miss you when your gone, maybe too much. that's why i'm always working, i guess. to distract when your not here."

jack watches you intently. the two of you have moved closer now, his hand palming small circles on your thigh.

"it makes it easier, to not have days off when all i can do is think about you."

"you can always facetime me, or text me when im on the road." he says.

"i know, i just-i don't wanna annoy you. and please don't say 'you could never annoy me' because i know that's not true." you tell him.

"i would love to hear more from you when i’m on the road. even if it's a text here and there, it'll be nice to know you're thinking about me."

you nod.

"and if, you start to annoy me, i'll let you know." he finishes.

you crack a smile. "okay."

jack pulls you into his side. "though, you could never annoy me, because i love you."

"me too." you say, out of habit, but you continue. "i love you, too.”

"you love me?" jack asks, his face, a mixture of adoration and awe.

"stop it." you mumble against his chest.

"i knew it." he's teasing.

"only cause' i just told you."

"luke told me."

you whip you head up to look at him. "when?!"

he laughs at your response. "not sure, maybe a few months ago."

your face contorts in confusion, then realization. "i’m never telling luke anything again."

you lay back down, wrapping your arms around him.

"you loooooove me."

"you're gonna sleep outside."

"you can't make someone you love sleep outside!"

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mari speaks! emptying my drafts i guess. if this sucks—sorry, i just started seriously writing a few months ago, so any constructive criticism is always appreciated, thanks! 🙂

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This is my first time requesting something so idk if I’m doing this right but I was wondering if you can do something like enemies with benefits where the reader finds out her period is late and she ends up taking a pregnancy test and it’s positive like angst with a happy ending but only if you’re comfortable writing about pregnancy I know some writers are not comfortable writing about also I love your work reading your stories make me happy 🫶🏽 and I’m sorry if the request doesn’t make sense 😭

Surprise | Scott x Reader

You weren’t even sure how it started. You and Scott hated each other. Or, at least, you were supposed to hate each other.

You were a Wrangler, one of the hillbillies. In theory, Scott hated you. And you hated Storm Par and everything they did. On paper you should hate Scott by extension. Not to mention how much of an asshole he was.

But here you were, clutching the sheets and biting your tongue to keep quiet as Scott pounded into you. Above you, like this, Scott didn’t look like the asshole that he was, he looked like a god. It annoyed you.

Little did you know, Scott only had sex with you in positions where he could see your face because he felt you were too pretty to be facing the other way.

It was late, and the Wranglers and Storm Par had stopped at the same motel for the night. It hadn’t taken long for Scott to knock on your door after everyone had settled into their rooms, as he did everytime your teams would stay at the same motel.

“Fuck,” Scott groaned. He was nearing his finish. You couldn’t hold back your moans any longer but you tried to keep quiet. It proved to be especially difficult when Scott reached down between you and began rubbing your clit. You gasped, back arching off the bed, too caught up in pleasure to notice the way Scott was looking at you with more than just lust in his eyes.

“Baby, are you close?” His voice was breathy.

“Yes,” you whimpered.

Scott knew your body well by now, and bracing himself on his elbow above you, he connected your lips while his free hand came up to pinch your hardened nipple. It sent a jolt of pleasure through you that pushed you over the edge.

Scott’s thrusts had grown sloppy until you were clenching around him so tightly as you came that he couldn’t move. It made him cum immediately, inside of you.

He kissed you deeply as you both came. He’d never done that before, and it felt very intimate.

He pulled back as he pulled out. “Could I spend the night?” He’d never asked that either.

“Sure,” you agreed, trying to be nonchalant and not get your hopes up.

Scott smiled and rolled off of you, pulling you on top of him instead. You lay on his chest, the skin to skin so intimate you could almost cry. You were really trying to not get your hopes up.

You felt safe, and fell asleep listening to Scott’s heartbeat.

When you woke up in the morning he was gone. But when you checked your phone, you had a message from Scott. “See you soon.” You heart the message.

A week passed without your paths crossing in a way where you could be alone. And your period was late. You and Scott had sex without condoms and he often finished inside you, because you were on birth control.

Fearing the worst, you begged Tyler to take you to the nearest pharmacy under the pretense that you needed pads and tampons, you made him wait in the truck so you could buy a pregnancy test too.

That evening, in your motel room, you were anxiously awaiting the results of the pregnancy test you had just taken. You paced the room until it was ready. You checked it and your heart dropped. Positive.

You quickly took another test. It came back the same way. Positive.

You were sitting on your bed, completely dissociating when your phone dinged. You glanced at it to see a text from Scott. “What room number?”

You didn’t answer, you were on the edge of a breakdown. You paced, you kicked, you cried, you punched pillows. Twenty minutes later your phone dinged again. “You could come to mine. It’s B6.”

You cried yourself to sleep without responding to Scott. You missed his final message. “Are you okay?”

You avoided Scott like the plague. He couldn’t know that you were pregnant. He would leave you in a heartbeat. You could get an abortion but you’d always wanted kids so maybe you’d become a single mother. You weren’t sure what you wanted to do, but until you did, you dodged Scott.

He left you messages.

“Hello?”

“If this is some sort of silent treatment I really don’t like playing games.”

“Did I do something wrong?”

“Please just let me know you’re okay.”

You really weren’t okay. You were a mess. Which is probably why you didn’t notice Scott following you to your room the next time Storm Par and the Wranglers were at the same motel.

He looked around to make sure nobody saw him before he stopped you from closing the door with his foot and barged his way into the room.

“Scott!” You were shocked. “What the fuck?”

“Why have you been avoiding me?” Scott demanded to know with a scowl.

Maybe it was pregnancy hormones (could you even have those so early on?), but you were so sensitive and emotional you broke down in tears.

Scott immediately softened, pulling you into his chest. “Hey, hey, shh, what’s wrong?” His voice was gentle, a voice you’d never associate with Scott. You pushed back from his chest. “Stop acting like you care!”

Scott looked stunned. “What?”

“Stop acting like you care,” you repeated, your voice cracking.

Scott frowned. “I do care. Way more than I meant to.”

Tears continued to flow down your face. “I’m pregnant, Scott,” you blurted out.

Scott stilled. “Pregnant,” he repeated.

“I know you’re going to leave and that’s okay, I understand,” you blubbered.

Scott shook his head. “Why would I leave you?”

“Because it’s not like you like me, you just use me for sex and that’s not an accusation, I know what we are and I like it. No offense but you don’t really seem like the type to stick around.”

“(Name),” Scott said, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. “I’m sorry that you think I don’t like you and am only using you for sex. Neither is true. I like you, and I like having sex with you because it’s you.”

You sniffled. “Really?”

“Really.”

“I’ve wanted you so bad,” you admitted, wiping your face.

Scott reached out to cup your face. “I wouldn’t mind calling you my girlfriend,” he grinned. “Is that you asking?” “Yeah.”

You could feel your heart pounding. “I would love to be your girlfriend.”

Scott leaned in and kissed you sweetly.

You kissed him back eagerly. When you finally pulled back, Scott rested his forehead on yours and looked down at your stomach. “We’re gonna have a baby,” he whispered.

“We’re going to have a baby,” you affirmed.

“I hope it’s a girl.”

[patrophthia]

so, like theo is deaf and he has to wear a pin. and the reader knows sign language as well (they both do). theo was quite irritated by the reader because she was not looking at him for like 2 days smthg. (yes, yes, ik). idk, sad Theo takes off the pin and isn't talking too much and idk they talk in sign language

wait this is a fun idea! thank u for sending it in!

you’re nice | theodore nott

this is part of my 600 followers celebrations! you can join it sending an ask!

→ pairing: deaf!theodore nott x reader

i personally don’t know sign language, nor do i know anyone who does so please take this very lightly! either way i hope you like this!

It wasn’t your intention to ignore Theodore, it’s just been a hectic week and you had to prioritise your time in a way where you wouldn’t be able to look Theo every passing second of the day.

But once you’ve realised, it was already too late. Theodore had already took of his pin, and began ignoring you in return. You could only wish he’d give you a chance to explain yourself but it seems as though any attempts you made to do so was failing.

You didn’t really have much of plan. You just know sad Theodore could be a little sulky and hell bent on not communicating with anyone whatsoever; not even his closest friends. “What did you do, princess?”

“I didn’t do anything,” you frown at Blaise, not caring about nickname seeing as he’s assigned you it the second you and Theodore began dating. “I got a little busy on school work and kind of forgot about him and now—”

“—you forgot about your boyfriend?” Blaise cuts you off.

You frown deepens, groaning slightly as you bent your head backwards. “It’s not like that,” you explain, straightening yourself to look back at him. “You know how hectic it is during this time of the year and I just wasn’t able to look at him and I guess —therefore, talk to him.”

“And now he’s decided to ignore everyone just because you ignored him,” Blaise blew out a whistle. “On purpose.”

“You don’t need to remind me,” you scowl. “What do I do?”

“Talk to him,” Blaise says off-handedly. And when you fix him an annoyed look he adds on. “You know he hates it when you are upset, so maybe try using that?”

“You want me to act upset in front of an upset Theodore?” You concluded his words. “Are you stupid? Do you hear yourself?”

“How about you not doubt my intelligence and try it?” Blaise says with a roll of his eyes.

“What would I get in return?” It’s more like banter between the two of you, now having grown comfortable with one another.

Blaise snickers. “A boyfriend who wears his pin like he’s supposed to and isn’t sulking every time we see him.”

That’s a fair enough point, you guessed. Now on a mission to find Theodore. It didn’t take long, knowing that Theo was a creature of habits who liked to attend his classes a few minutes earlier than it starts.

The DADA classroom was empty, save for Theodore, when you arrived. Standing right in front of him as you said something Blaise had suggested before you made your way over. “You know what I heard?”

It was second nature for you to speak while you sign by now, your hands moving on their own accords. “Apparently, you’re only dating me because you think I’m pretty.”

Theodore only frowns, shaking his head. He’s not signing back yet and you take it as a sign for you take push his buttons a slight bit more.

“If not that then why?” You sign, with a small pout. “Tell me.”

“I’m dating you because you’re nice.” And there you have it, Theodore’s signing back. “To everyone.” Then after a beat, he adds. “Even me.”

You’ve been frowning a lot today. And his ‘even me’ makes your frown deepen. “What do you mean by that?”

“I know I can be a lot,” he signs, “but you’re always nice to me and that’s why I like you.” He finishes. “You being pretty is just a reason for me to like you even more.”

He grabs at your hand, pressing a gentle kiss at the back of your palm before letting go. Not a second goes by and you’re already missing his touch. “If you like me so much,” you began, “then wear this pin like you’re supposed to, to prove it.”

It’s silly. He knows it. You know it. Because, you know he loves you whether he wears the pin or not but it did nothing to stop your heart from fluttering when he places his pin in its rightful spot only to smile at you afterwards.

He loves you and even though he might not say it, he hopes you know it.

— from bee: it wouldn’t be a theo fic written by me if there was no blaise meddling in relationships!

[silv3rswirls]

Hound

Summary: What did a suffering lamb even accomplish? Who did it save, when would it end? 

Warnings: serial killer/yandere jk, kidnapping, stalking, references to death, suggestive scenes, delusions, religious themes/trauma, minor description of sick/rotting bodies/animals, murder, reader goes on a weird little adventure with killer jk?? She dies at the end

Note: idk I kind of lost the original plot of this one and this is what it turned out to be. Please mind the warnings and as always, hope ya’ll like it. ALSO, I didn't have it in me to edit this, so mind that. I might come back to this

There’s something in the corner; watching. It’s been there so long, you couldn’t remember when it invited itself in. It’s starving and sickly, black fur clinging to bones and eyes droopy and white. You stopped feeding it a long time ago, but still, it lingers. In every facet of your life, it lingers. You’ve lived like this for so many years, have you always lived like this?

What time was it?

Your eyes shifted from their fixed position on the wall to the clock, passing over the thin, gold cross mounted just beside it. Your eyes strained to read it against your bedroom's dark wood panels and dim, ugly yellow light. Whatever time it was, you knew it was time to get out of bed and start dinner before your husband got home from work. You make your way to the kitchen, the house dims now that the sun has set. You avoid flicking many lights on, it’ll save money your husband insisted. You hated fumbling around a dark house but had given up arguing with him a long time ago.

You peek through the sheer curtains, the sink running and steaming water burning your hands as you finish that morning's dishes. It was dark, and windy as the tree in your front yard shook and branches brushed against the roof. It was the cusp of winter, very cold but snow hadn’t started to fall yet. The neighborhood was quiet, street lamps harsh against the dark backdrop of houses. You stare hard outside, it's there. Standing there, watching you. That sick dog, with hackles raised and tongue hanging from its mouth. 

The curtains fall back into place as you turn the water off and dry your hands. You pass the phone, that’s been ringing for the past five minutes. You don’t answer because it's just your parents again, all they wanted was to guilt you into going to church with them on Sunday morning. They went every day, once upon a time you had gone as well, but now you could only stand to give them Sundays. Last week you had pretended to be sick to get out of it, your husband went along and you were sure he spent most of the day badmouthing and complaining about you not coming.

The last time you found yourself in a church you were standing at an altar listening to a man feed the room empty vows. You stood stiff, draped in satin, with eyes downcast. This is what everyone wanted; this is what you wanted. What a waste, as he fumbled the paper with his crudely written vows. What a waste of a man who couldn’t memorize a few short promises. What a waste of a man who couldn’t stand there and pretend to be in love with you, to dare to call himself righteous, the perfect match to keep their daughter in line with a faith you had stopped believing years ago. 

You didn’t want to get married. You had stopped liking the fantasy of having a husband years ago, and around the same time, you began to feel a sour taste over your parents' religion. What happened to you? What happened to our beautiful girl? They would ask, more so plead with you for answers. Truthfully, you had stopped believing in god. It was restricting; days to weeks to months to years. It was always the same. The same scripture, the same ravings of the pastor that drove such fear of doing anything wrong into you, leaving holes in your body that oozed with guilt and shame; you didn’t know why.

You had begged god to save you, even after all the terrible things he must’ve seen you do. Still, on the morning of your wedding and every day after that, you begged. Knelt until your knees were raw and aching, your hands clasped so tight until your nails pricked your aching skin and drew blood. You begged, for something, anything, you weren’t even sure what anymore. But nothing ever changed. When would god find time for you again? You live, you do as you’re told. You do everything you’re supposed to, and yet nothing. You live how you’re told. You grow, you work, you’re a wife. You follow and you ignore the hound scratching at your walls. You’ll die soon, you can feel it. When will he come back to you?

That night you refused to go inside, letting your feet go numb buried in snow in the backyard. Looking into the treeline, you’d rather be fed by the creatures lurking there than by some angry boy playing dog inside. You wanted to hurt him, for him to feel how you had the past year. He didn’t think you could, but you wanted to show him you would. 

But when you looked down at your trembling hands, stiff and half frozen from the cold, you knew there was no way you could show him. How you felt and how you acted were two different things; forever separate as much as you wanted them to be the same. You could talk a big game, think about how so badly you wanted to hurt him, and that was all. It had to keep being enough.

Something in you wanted more, so much more. You could rest because of it. You had stopped fighting your parents now, you were hoping things could change. Maybe you’d find peace again, though you weren’t sure how. You grew weary, tired of hating god and resenting your parents. You wanted so badly to be separate from it all. To no longer have a feeling of guilt hounding you. To no longer hate the church and everyone in it, the teachings and echoes of preaching lingering in your mind. The years you lost there; lost to fear and manipulation. How you hadn’t been able to enjoy a single thing in your adolescence. How after your first kiss you had gone home and sobbed until throwing up. As you were on your knees cleaning it up, trying to hush your cries to not wake your parents, you closed your eyes and pleaded between gasps and hiccups for god not to hate you. How you trembled and sat there until your skin was rubbed raw against the carpet, 

You sighed, rubbing a hand over your face and looking around the dark living room from the kitchen. You felt like you could see it; that creature lying on the sofa staring at you. Mouth parted, teeth pointed, its soul-bearing into your own. You turned away with the familiar feeling of guilt washing over your body. Your gaze rested on the floor, but the faint outline of shoes made your brow furrow; your husband wasn’t due home for another hour. Very slowly you pick your gaze up to see the man standing in the hall. Faint light from the open backdoor pooled in behind him. You stared at the young man longer than probably should have. Maybe you should've screamed sooner and ran before he got that close to you but you had frozen in place.

Break-ins didn’t happen around your neighborhood, let alone kidnappings.

What horrible luck that you’d be the first? 

What had you done? What had you done to deserve this?

He carried you out of your house, but still, you couldn’t bring it in you to scream for help. You wondered deep down if anyone would help you. He puts you in the back of his car and drives, the windows down and bitter cold pouring in. You’re lying in the backseat, wrists bound tight. He’d been eerily silent through this whole ordeal.

“How come you haven’t begged me not to kill you yet?” He asked, looking back at you. His voice came jumbling from his mouth fast, a bit irritated. Like he had been frustrated with your lack of struggle.

“Were you going to kill me?” Your skin crawls with goosebumps from the cold. 

He pauses and stares at you, “Do you want me to kill you?” He turns back to watch the road, neither of you answering his question. A long stretch of silence follows, he doesn’t look at you again, not even a glance from the mirror. “I’ve been watching you for a long time. I’m going to give you what you want, and then I’m going to kill you.”

You’re throat dries and your face pales. “You don’t know what I want.” Watching you? You felt an uneasiness come over you as you thought back to what you had done the past few weeks. Nothing to be honest. You had barely left the house. You imagined him peeking through windows, hiding in the yard, and watching you collect groceries and throw the trash away. Had he been in your house before? You look at him, he didn’t seem familiar at all. You’d never seen him around before. 

He dragged you from the car, you didn’t struggle but you remained limp, dead weight for him as he covered your eyes and drug you inside. When inside you feel his boot on you, pressing into your shoulder. Pressing into you, your eyes trail over the shine of leather and then up to him. He was standing above you. Taller, stronger, better than you; that's what he wanted right? You’d stare at him, was this what you wanted?

The house was messy, recently abandoned you assumed. It was clear he had been holding up here for a while. He shoved you on the ground, circling around you as you looked up at him. “What are you going to do?” You ask.

“Gonna kill you.” He admitted earnestly. “I know you, I’ve been watching you for a long time- really, I’m just helping you.”

Was he your savior? Was he doing you a favor? Would he do to you what you had never been brave enough to do yourself? Is this what you truly were? An animal built to serve? To be depraved, to crawl across glass and pour blood for someone like him?

“But I…I don’t want to die.” He gives you this pitiful look; his lips pout and his eyes soften for a moment. As if telling you you didn’t know what you were talking about, and how pitiful it was you couldn’t accept it. “What’s your name?” You ask, feeling silly for being hopeful you might be able to get any information out of him. “Jungkook.” You lower your head, wondering if trying to collect any information for authorities was even worth it. Everything about this man was intimidating. He was larger and stronger, it didn’t matter if you fought or not he could drag you around like a ragdoll all he wanted.

Jungkook gets up and walks around the living room, rummaging through piles of what you assumed were his things. “I’ve been watching you for over a year now.” He admits, “Since you went on vacation for your friend's birthday. You were so drunk at that bar, I was going to kill you then, but something told me not to.” He turns back to you with a small bound notebook in hand. “So I followed you back here and got to know you more. Imagine my shock when I realized you were getting married. Was that trip your last night of freedom, is that why you got so messy?” You stare up at him, unsure of what to say. Yes, it was your last night. You came home and your parents pushed you into marriage sooner because of it. He hands you to the notebook, urging you to open it. “I’ve been watching you since. Your life turned out to be so interesting, I couldn’t just kill you after everything.”

You flip through the pages slowly. Pictures of you and your family. Pictures of you at the altar. Scribbled paragraphs about things he heard others say about you, quotes of things you were sure you had said. Notes and bullet points of every piece of information he got. “So, what do you want to do first?”

“Can I take a bath?” You ask, mind going a bit blank and voice flat as you set the notebook down and try to take it all in. 

He let you. The water was hot and steaming when he pushed you in and closed the door. No windows, no way to get out. You settle into the water, the sweat from stress and anxiety washing off as you try and fail to relax. Could you be forgiven for things not of your control? You sink further into the water. You could hear him outside in the hall pacing. His steps were heavy and loud, ringing in your ears as you stared up at the night, fluorescent bathroom light. They did this to you, they all did this to you. Why were you being punished? Why had Jungkook laid eyes on the most pitiful woman in town and decided it was to be her? You thought about your wedding day, and your husband back home. Maybe if you had just settled, stayed with them, and did your duty as a wife Jungkook wouldn’t have stumbled into your life. Yes. you should have wanted less, you decide. Because it seems Jungkook was ready to give it all to you.

You raise your hands out of the water, the deep imprints of the zip ties he had kept you bound with were still there. Angry and a pale red color. The bathwater around you, swirling unpleasantly around you. The hot, humid air inside the bathroom, the hum of the lights, and the moths flying around them. 

You felt rotten like your teeth were falling out, hanging just barely to your gums. Truly, you felt disgusting. 

Jungkook is in the hall waiting when you finally get out. You looked up at him and saw nothing. No starving dog trying to pretend. No confusion, or games, or lies. He knew what he wanted to be and he was exactly that. He wasn’t lying, pretending, or trying to make you believe his actions were right. He said it outright; he wanted to kill you. He was going to kill you.

“I want my wedding dress” you slowly say.

“You don’t like the one you wore at your wedding, you cried the day you tried it on.” Jungkook glances at you, watching you silently agree with him.

“So you won't get it for me?”

“Don’t you want more?” He asks, “I’ll get you a new dress, whatever one you want.” 

Jungkook stares at you the same way the beast that lingered in the corners of your house did. An eager stare, unrelenting, you couldn’t move out of its sight. “I just want that dress.” You repeat, clasping your hands together and pursing your lips, “You said I could have whatever I wanted…”

A smile stretched his lips, “I’ll get it for you.” 

You lay down on the floor of the backseat of the car. Your hands are zip-tied again, and you can’t see Jungkook from your position. What an odd turn of events to say the least…you had fully expected to die the moment he dragged you out of the car and into that house, but now you could see faint glimpses of familiar landmarks leading to your neighborhood from what you can make out from the window. You think about the day of your wedding, and the events that even led up to your parents making a match for you and pushing for it so hard. Despite how vocal you had been about your unhappiness with everything about your childhood, how much you never wanted to step food into their church again; they held a firm belief that you’d come crawling back. If they shamed and argued and pushed enough you’d come back.

For as much hate you felt, twice the amount of guilt weighed you down. After a while, it all became so hopeless. It was exhausting. It made you sick, you couldn’t do anything without guilt nipping your heels, chasing you down until you drowned in it. You couldn’t live, so you came home. Let them talk you into marriage because it would fix everything, they insisted. You just needed a husband, the stability of it, someone to care about other than yourself. Have a few kids and you’ll start walking the right path again.

You waited, but it never came. You never felt better about any of your choices. Deep down you had known you wouldn’t, but you had spent so much of your life blind. Going back to it didn’t help, it wasn’t even familiar anymore. Nothing ever changed. When will God find time for you again? You live, you do as you’re told. You do everything you’re supposed to, and yet nothing. You live how you’re told. You grow, you work, you’re a wife. You follow and you ignore the hound scratching at your walls. You’ll die soon, you can feel it. When will he come back to you?

You weren’t even sure why you wanted that stupid dress. You weren’t sure if you cared what happened to you, or feared what Jungkook was going to do. Maybe it is comforting, in a weird way. No one paid attention to you, no one bothered with you. They wouldn’t until you changed, and deep down you didn’t want to change. But outside of your life now you had no idea what you would do. You never had higher dreams than staying local and marrying within your church growing up. You didn’t even attend college. You never aspired for more, now it felt like it was too late. Jungkook was talking to you from the driver's seat but you couldn’t hear him. Too enveloped in your head to focus on him, he was spouting things he had found about you the last year or so. How he’d never felt a need to stalk the people went after before, let alone this in depth. It was “life-altering” and you were going to be special to him.

The car stops and you feel a weight on your body; the canine-like creature is standing over you. Paws pressing to your stomach and legs, its breath hot, its ears perked up as Jungkook gets out of the car. You feel an immense guilt weighted on you and you consider stopping Jungkook and telling him to just leave and kill you. 

You didn’t want this. You did want this. You weren’t sure. Your husband was home, he wasn’t going to just let Jungkook in to take what he wanted. 

You lay there for what felt like an eternity until he came back, opening the back door and pulling you out of the car. It’s still dark out, chilly, and unmoving as he hooks his arms under yours and drags you back inside. He sits you down in the entryway and locks the door. You look around. “Where’s-”

“Don’t worry about him.” Jungkook shows your husband's wedding band now on his hand. “Come one” he scoffs, “you knew what I was going to do.”

You stare at him, glance and the very faint outline of the body on your kitchen floor. Had you known? You feel a bit sick, deep down you had hoped for it. He leaves you there to find the wedding dress. Jungkook smiles at you one more time before going towards the back bedroom.

When Jungkook saw you, he had every intention of following you out of that bar to kill you. It was his typical hunting ground. Every few months when the desire struck him again he would wait patiently for the right girl to cross his path. You were hard to ignore that night; annoying, he had half a mind to kill you just to shut you up. But when he followed you outside, watching you slump against the wall and fiddle with your phone he took a moment to watch. Turning away and nursing a cigarette on the opposite side of the entryway. 

The way you sniffled and cried on the phone with your mom, asking if there was any other way than to get married. You were too drunk to give him a coherent story of what you were going through, but apparently, you just hated the dress and the groom so much. He crept closer as you hung up, making some lighthearted comment about how rough you looked, and offered you a cigarette.

You talked a bit more about your ass of a fiance and how you felt like you had no other options anymore. He asked where you were from and you told him. He left you there once your friend found you and would see you again a month later. He’d been crammed in his car for days, a map of the town and surrounding forests resting on his steering wheel as he scribbled out the last few leads he had gotten on where exactly you lived. he looked up and there you were, walking with a group of older women into a boutique down the street, exiting with a pretty wrapped box a bit later. He followed you home, and everywhere after that. Watched you walk down the aisle, the wedding open to all members of the church, and allowing him to walk right in. he watched you go home and cry in the backyard, watched you talk your dress off through the window, watched your husband fuck you for the first time. He watched you sit restless every day after that.

Jungkook found your dress backed away in that same ornate gift box on the top shelf of your closet. He smiled and smoothed a hand over the box. All he knew was that he wanted you, wanted to make you happy, and then he wanted to kill you. Put you out of your misery. You’d be better off, he told himself. Clearly, you needed to be saved, so he’d kill for a better reason this time. 

You were crying when he came back. Looking up at him with red, water eyes and pressing your lips together to try and keep quiet. Jungkook set the box beside you, kneeling in front of you and tilting his head. But all you can see before you is that beast, sitting with flattened ears and tongue hanging from between rotting teeth. Staring at you with those eyes, like they were reflecting everything upsetting right back to you.

“All this guilt, there’s no use feeling it.”

“I can’t help it.” You choke out. “I can’t stop it, I see it- feel it everywhere.” You rubbed your eyes, looking at Jungkook and trying to stop your trembling bottom lip.

“Crying won’t won’t make things different. Just because you’re guilty won’t make this better. Your guilt won’t purify you.” He clicks his tongue, reaching to push your hair out of your face. “You wanted me to kill your husband, and that’s okay.”

“Thank god, the psycho thinks everything is alright. How comforting.” You weep.

“Stop holding back, come on. You want things to change, doesn’t matter how they change right? You hated him, I heard you say it myself so many times. Say it.”

“I wanted him to die.” You admit quietly. Something in you wanted this to happen. Asking Jungkook to come back here, a part of you knew the possibility. “It’s just not fair. It's not fair. I’ve done nothing but what I’m supposed to do. My whole life, I’ve been trying so hard my whole life to be what I’m supposed to be, but I don’t understand. Everything was supposed to be better, but I hated him. I hated him so much. Then you got here and I…I just wanted to feel all the pain that he’s caused, but I can’t even stomach it. I wanna be cruel, don’t I deserve to? I can’t stop crying though.”

Jungkook coos, pulling you into the chest and wrapping his arms around you. “Baby, there’s nothing wrong with that. That’s why I’m here, I want you to let go, want you to just do what you want. I watch you every day. You’re so miserable, it’s so weird. I felt bad for you.” Jungkook muses, “I’m here for you now baby, we only have a few hours left though.”

“Can I put the dress on?” Your voice was low and tired. Jungkook nodded, shifting over to take the box's lid off and peel back the tissue paper wrapped around your wedding dress. He takes it out, unraveling it carefully as you watch. 

Your wedding had been a disaster. You cried through most of it, though no one seemed to care at the time. Your late husband was glad just to have a woman to take home. He wasn’t romantic at all, nothing about him attracted you to him. He was one of the slimier men you had come across in your time in the congregation. He interpreted things how he wanted to, and often reminded you of all the things in your life you had done wrong and had yet to be forgiven for. This was the man your parents hoped to whip you back into shape. It worked in a sense, you supposed. You had been forced to settle. Your hate faded each dull day that passed, you grew weary and unhappier. 

The dress was modest. Long-sleeved, high neckline, mane with heavy ugly satin. You put it on there in the hall, feeling too numb to worry about any shame you had in front of Jungkook anymore. He zipped it up for you. Jungkook was kneeling, fixing the skirt, and letting it fluff out. He smooths it down and looks up at you. Despite the heavy eyes and tear-stricken face he smiled, “You look pretty.” 

No one told you that on your wedding day, no one told you that the day your mother chose the dress for you. You smiled, feeling a small ounce of joy for the first time tonight. “What do you want to do now?” 

You ignore his question, “Is that why you’re doing all of this, are you obsessed with me or something?”

“I guess in some sick way I am.” He wanted to kill you, but at the same time, you were the prettiest girl he’d seen in a long time. Something about the repressed guilt and how you teetered on the edge of breaking completely just got him he supposed. “I watched you the night of your wedding, you were so perfect. Everything was perfect until he came in.” He scowls at the thought, “It’s a shame.”

“Do you want to…” you trailed off, your voice a bit nervous. 

Jungkook’s fingers twitch, he's playing with the trim of your skirt. “I do” he murmured, “I’ve thought about you every night since I met you” He raves, “you’re the only one- why? Why do you make me so crazy?” He asks, brushing off any answer you try to give him. “Want you, need you” He breathed, the fabric of your wedding dress bunching up as he pulled at it.

“I can’t-” you grabbed at his hands. You could feel it, the guilt creeping in. Your eyes land on your wedding ring. Torn with morbid want and a last shred of gut-wrenching guilt, you looked into his eyes. Tempting dark pools stare back at you he grabs at your hand. “We’ve come so far already, don’t stop now. Besides” he makes it a point to flash your late husband's wedding band. “I’m your husband now.” you flush, the words twisting in your ears are wrong; everything about tonight was wrong. It felt like a dream more than reality.

“I know you think I’m attractive” he pushes through the layers of the dress, his hands cold as he rests them on your thighs. “It’s so wrong of you baby” he purrs, “you know I’m gonna kill you, but you want me don’t you?” 

“I know” you whimper, chest heaving as you watch him. His fingers trace against your skin, his hand moving between your legs. 

“When’s the last time your husband touched you?” He asks, “This is what you want, right? You want someone to want you?”

Your fingers twist in his hair, gripping tight as if you were about to fall. Your legs trembled under the weight of guilt and need over what was happening. He was right though, it had been a long time since you felt wanted at all. The moment you had sex the first time those years ago, you knew no one would want you. Not in the church, not here. Impure, a whore. Your mother had even said it when you sobbed and told her. 

Your back arches, your thighs tremble, and you let your grip on his hair loosen. You fear toppling over, your breathing a bit ragged. You felt his lips trace your inner thigh, leaving half-hearted kisses and sinking his teeth into your skin. 

“You look so pretty in your dress.” Jungkook reappears, kneeling before you a minute longer. Fixing the skirt of the dress, smoothing the fabric down then reaching for your hand. He traces the wedding ring a few times.

“Where do you want me to do it?” Jungkook’s question falls on deaf ears. You’re sitting in the passenger side of his car, still wearing a dress and still trying to steady your pounding heart.

Where did you want to die?

Did you want to die?

You were scared of living as much as dying; but was there anything left for you anyways? 

Jungkook you supposed, there was a weird want for him. Maybe it was messed up, he was into you. He took all this time to watch you and wanted you to be happy before you died. You weren’t sure if you were happy. 

Before you got out of high school the town church moved to a new building. A bigger, newer, and nicer one. The old one was small, typical of what you would imagine a small, secluded town’s church would look like. He took you there, unprompted. It was fitting maybe. You walked in front of him and listened to Jungkook load the gun and mutter under his breath. Once inside you stand in place, waiting for him to turn and shoot. You look around the familiar space, your stomach turning, memories of the past playing in your mind. 

The cross mounted above you is entrancing, draped in sheer black fabric, and its shadowy outline is stark against the moon's light. Your eyes flicker back to Jungkook, who seems to have caught onto your staring and also happens to stand before you draped in the moonlight. 

Your last moments would be here. Everything around you felt distorted, and unreal as you looked around another time. 

Staining his hands red and tearing into something clean was all he was. All he wanted. You were both ugly in a sense, he was just more open about it. You look up at him. It’s scary now. You had known what was going to happen from the moment he took you. You knew. You knew he wouldn’t give you a happy ending, only give you a temporary release from everything. He killed your husband, it made you happy. He let you prance around in a wedding dress and pretend one last time you could do it all again. He played well with you, you had been able to push aside the dark truth of your situation for a time. But now he was standing before you, reveling in some kind of glory of it all. Did glory taste different to him? You couldn’t imagine- but was letting him kill that man no different than this? In a way, you had killed your husband, was this all some kind of long, drawn-out punishment for that? For lifelong confusion and defiance?

You hoped someone would find you when you were. Find your carcass and see, understand that you had been, still were, always being ripped open. Torn to pieces and dragged to muddy waters, you hoped they’d know you hadn’t been scared, maybe even welcomed it. Let them know this was love; in some twisted way. Love from Jungkook, or god sending him your way. You stopped believing in god a long time ago, grappled with it for so long, but you hoped he had loved you; at least once. Make the struggle worth it, prove you wrong. Or maybe it was love from yourself for closing your eyes and accepting it. 

Please, let this be love. Let your body be stained with love for once.

taglist: @aft3rhrs

[dinas-a-bird]

Okay so I’m imma request something you don’t have to do it!! But I love your work and uh idk I had an idea so.

Maybe dom g!p Abby and fem sub reader going to celebrate pride. On the way someone asks reader for their number and reader can’t say no so they say yes. Abby gets all pissed because she’s jealous. Anyways the person who asked reader for their number sees them kissing and Abby sees them as well getting all touchy with reader till the other person leaves. Well Abby fucks reader in a toilette or something to show them who they belong to. Idk if that makes sense😭. Also I got a huge breeding kink so if you could add it, that would be great.

Thank youuuu<3

I LOVED WRITING THIS REQUEST-anyway sorry this took so long my lovely anon, I started it then got writers block🥲 BUT I MANAGED TO FINALLY FINISH IT YIPPIE! I did change the request a little with how abby got jealous so I hope that is okay, but the smut is smutty and I tried my best to incorporate the breeding kink as well! this whole one-shot had a mind of its own once I got going

MINORS DNI

Unexpected Attention

Pairing: dom g!p Abby Anderson x sub!fem!reader

Warnings: smut, fingering r!receiving, pet-names (good girl, princess, baby, sweet girl), dom!Abby, sub!reader, possessive!Abby, g!p!Abby, breeding kink, implied after care, penetration r!receiving, multiple orgasms, praise, degrading(blink and you'll miss it), use of y/n, modern AU

Summary: Ellie wants your number, Abby has other plans.

Word Count: 1,924

A/N: As always comments are appreciated and sorry for any spelling/grammar mistakes, enjoy!

It is a bright and vibrant day as you and Abby make your way to the pride parade being held downtown, hand in hand. As you continue walking you start to see the streets lined with colorful banners, people walking about celebrating. You finally make it to the celebration and Abby looks over to you grinning, her blue eyes sparkling with excitement. "Isn't this amazing, y/n?" she says, raising her voice to be heard over the cheerful crowd.

You nod, a smile spreading across your face. "It's incredible, Abs. I'm so glad you convinced me to come."

Soon you both find a spot to stand to watch the parade floats ride by. Abby looks around searching for something and as soon as she sees it she smiles and looks back down at you. “I’m going to head inside to the restroom,” She points over her shoulder to a restaurant not too far away, “You okay standing here and saving my spot till I get back?” Typically, Abby wouldn't dare leave you alone in a crowd like this, but because the restaurant was so close by she thought nothing would happen to you in the span of a couple minutes.

You peek around her, eyeing the building, you nod your head, “I’ll be okay Abs. Just be quick please.” She kisses your forehead, mumbling reassurances, before she heads off.

As you wait, you keep your eyes glued to the building your girlfriend entered. Only a minute or so has passed when you feel a light tap on your shoulder. “Hey cutie.” Spinning around you see a slender woman, who's wearing a confident smirk, standing inches away from you. 

As the woman introduces herself as Ellie, you can’t help but notice her bold and flirtatious demeanor, something Abby would definitely not approve of. Her smirk and confident stance make it clear that she has an interest in you. Your heart races slightly, unsure of how to handle this situation.

"Hey," you reply, trying to maintain a friendly tone despite feeling a little uneasy. "I'm y/n."

Ellie's eyes gleam with amusement as she leans in closer. "Y/n, huh? That's a beautiful name for a beautiful girl," she compliments, her words laced with charm.

You blush slightly, feeling a mix of flattery and discomfort, mostly discomfort. "Thank you… Ellie. It's nice to meet you."

She chuckles, her eyes lingering on yours. "Likewise. You know, I couldn't help but notice you from across the crowd. You really stood out."

You shift uncomfortably, glancing around for Abby's return. "Oh, well, thank you. It's a fun day to stand out… I guess."

Ellie's smirk only grows wider, clearly enjoying the thought of having some kind of effect on you. "You're definitely not wrong about that. So, how about we exchange numbers? Maybe we can hang out sometime," she suggests. Leaning in closer she puts her phone in your empty hand.

You hesitate, Abby's possessiveness lingering in the back of your mind. But before you can respond, a voice cuts through the air, causing both you and Ellie to turn.

Abby is striding back towards you with purpose in her step. Her eyes lock onto Ellie, and you see her jaw clench slightly as she approaches. "Hey, sorry it took a bit longer than I thought," Abby looks at you, completely ignoring Ellie's presence.

"It's okay, Abs. This is Ellie. She was just..talking to me," you reply, gesturing towards the woman beside you.

Abby's eyes narrow slightly, but she forces a disingenuine smile. "Oh, hi Ellie. I'm Abby," she says, extending her hand to the woman.

Ellie takes Abby's hand, her smirk still in place. "Nice to meet you, Abby. Y/n here is quite the charmer," she gives you a playful wink.

Abby's grip tightens slightly on Ellie's hand, her expression becoming cold. "Yeah, I know.” Ellie seems almost unfazed by Abby’s harsh grip as they shake hands, almost relishing the challenge. Sensing the tension between the two, you decide to speak up.

"Actually, Ellie was just about to leave Abs," you say, placing the girl's phone in her unoccupied hand. "We were just having a quick chat. Right, Ellie?"

Ellie glances at you and then back at Abby, seemingly enjoying the drama unfolding before her. "Yeah, you're right. I should get going. It was nice meeting both of you." She gives you one last lingering look before walking away.

As soon as Ellie is out of earshot, Abby turns to you, her expression stern. "What was that about?"

You sigh, feeling guilty for the interaction. "I didn't expect her to approach me like that, Abs. She just started flirting with me and then asked to exchange numbers. But I didn’t put mine in her phone Abby, I promise."

Abby's jaw tightens again, and she takes a deep breath before mumbling. "Fuck.. alright c’mon." She grips your hand and leads you out of the crowd, you glance back and see Ellie watching you both with a playful smirk. You try to shake the image out of your mind as you look back up at your girlfriend.

“Abs, where are we goin?” Your voice cracks. Her gaze doesn't shift as she mumbles something, her voice drowned out by the parade. Soon she stops and opens a door, you look up and realize it's the same restaurant she entered earlier that evening. Once inside Abby grips your hand tight and leads you through the dining area to the back where the restrooms are located. Once there she ushers you inside and locks the door behind her.

Before you can ask what is happening, Abby pins you against the sink, your ass pressing into the growing bulge in her jeans. "I know you where going to give that fucking girl your number, if you're really that desperate to be fucked, then having my cock buried deep inside of you in a public restroom should be perfect. Don't you think?" You open your mouth to speak but all that comes out is a pitiful whine as Abby's calloused hands push down your pants and underwear.

"You're going to be a good girl for me, right? Or would you rather me go out there and find Ellie?" Abby hisses into your ear.

"I'll be...be good." you choke out, your eyes closing as you feel Abby’s fingers slipping in between your folds.

"Fuck.. your so wet.. Is this all for me? Or is it for her?" Abby asks as she roughly inserts two of her fingers into you.

"All for you Abs" you manage to get out in between little whimpers and moans. After a couple more thrusts she pulls out her fingers and looks at them.

"You wet enough for me to stick a third finger in you, get you ready for my cock?" You manage to open your mouth but all that falls out of it are soft cries for her to put her fingers back. "When I ask you a question I expect an answer princess." You manage to let out a soft, "get me ready for your cock please."

"Good girl." She leans back into you, three of her fingers diving into your soaked pussy. "I'm going to make you mine," she growls her breath hot on your neck, "you're going to get so wet and hot for my cock that you won't be able to stop yourself from coming all over my fingers before I give it to you."

"'m yours please." you let out a choked sob of pleasure as she pumps her fingers harder.

"That's my good girl." She lets out a loud groan as she watches her fingers, stretching you open as she pushes them in as far as she can get them. "Your so fucking wet.. and so tight. I can feel you tightening 'round my fingers baby. You think you deserve to cum?" she asks, her finger pumping into you as she watches you.

"Yes!" you let out in a throaty moan, her finger thrusting into you as you feel yourself closing around her. "Please please.. let me cum!" Abby lets out a low groan as she pushes her fingers in deeper.

"Cum for me y/n, show me who you belong to."

"I belong to you! Abby, I'm yours!" You cry out as your legs start to shake.

"Fuck, thats it princess" Abby soothes as she holds you down by your hips, her fingers pumping into you as you cum around them. "You think your ready for my cock now? You think you deserve it" She kisses your neck, sucking a mark into the soft skin. A choked out please is all you can manage before you feel Abby remove her fingers and start pulling on her jeans and boxers behind you.

"I'm going to cum in you princess, you're going to be mine, and you're going to love it." you whine at her words and try to press your ass into her member. "You like that don't you dirty girl? The thought of me fucking a baby into that sweet cunt of yours?" Her words sound degrading but you can't help but feel your slick run down your thighs as she says them.

"please.. Abs..need it" you whimper.

"Shhh..sweet girl...i'll make sure not a drop of my cum leaves your pretty pussy." Abby's lips touch your ear, her hand guiding her cock to your entrance. She gently pushes the head of her thick member into you, then inches of her length until she's fully buried inside. After giving you a moment to adjust she slowly starts moving, sliding in and out of you as you whimper and moan in pleasure.

"You're taking me so well. I bet Ellie could never fuck you as well as I do." Abby whispers to you as she moves your hips, forcing her cock in and out of you at a faster pace.

"Please... please…’m yours..” you beg, feeling her fingers at your clit as she moves into you. "want you to breed me...need it Abs" You feel Abbys mouth start to leave sloppy kisses on your neck as she moans.

"you're such a good girl for me" she mumbles into your neck, her hips slamming into yours. "I'm going to make you feel so good. 'm gonna fill you up so good."

you choke back a sob as you feel your abdomen tightening. "'m gonna cum" you manage to say.

"Wait princess 'm almost there." Abby lets out a low groan as she thrusts faster. "Gonna fill you up with my seed...you're going to be so full of me." After a couple more thrusts Abby feels her thighs tighten. "fuck..cum with me" she begs as she thrusts harder.

“I'm cumming" you cry out, your body clenching around her as you feel your walls clamp down and milk her seed inside you. "Fuck...I love you Abby...I love you so much" you sob as she pulls her mouth away and kisses your ear.

"I love you too" she whispers before pulling her cock out of you. Abby grabs some paper towels and begins to clean you up as best she can. Once you both are cleaned up and redressed Abby leans in and engulfs you in a comforting hug. "How about we go home and take a nice bath?" She asks, kissing the top of your head.

Nodding your head you sigh into her chest, "I'd like that." Abby smiles at you as she steps away and begins to unlock the bathroom door.

[chrisevansonly]

𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞𝐬 (𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲’𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐮)

ʚ harry styles x female reader (angel)

ʚ nothing like christmas time at the styles family home it makes it more special since it’s violet’s first christmas

ʚ no warnings just fluff

ʚ here we are with a little christmas harry’s angel au update, i’m working on getting better at updating my works and writing, i know im shit at it, so I PROMISE i’m working on it, shit ending idk i’m struggling 😭

🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄

It was honestly quite amazing how quickly your little Violet had grew, 6 whole months and your baby girl was babbling and practically sitting up on her own now. It was also your first Christmas as a family of three, Harry was done tour, you were off at your home in the countryside close to Harry’s mum: Life couldn’t get better.

“Okay so we’ve got dinner at mum’s in about forty minutes-you okay angel?” Harry’s voice snapped you back to reality

“Oh-yeah i’m okay lovie, just thinking about how 6 months ago we were at the hospital…and now”

The pout and shine in your eyes had Harry walking over to you to pull you in for a hug, holding you gently to him. Thankfully Violet was sound asleep upstairs, she often would panic slightly if you were ever upset, same thing with Harry.

“M’love…it’s okay to feel a bit emotional, our baby girl is growing up…”

“I know-it’s just happened so fast, I miss when she was teeny tiny”

Harry smiled pressing a kiss to your temple

“I do too, but she’s only six months, so we’ve still got a bit longer of little her hmm?”

You knew he was right, so nodding you wiped your eyes letting out a sigh, just in time to hear babbles from Violet upstairs.

“Go get our girl, and i’ll finish up our snack”

Leaning forward to kiss his lips softly you made your way up to Violet’s room, as soon as she laid her eyes on you she was smiling

“Hi petal! Did you have a good nap!”

“Ma ma!!” she squealed happily as you lifted her up, placing her on the change table to get her diaper switched before fixing her Christmas onesie.

“Should we go show daddy your pyjamas? We can all match together?”

Violet smiled clapping her hands as you scooped her back up, walking back down the hallway

“Da da!!!!” she yelled causing you to laugh, Harry appearing around the corner after hearing his daughters very loud yell for him

“Well hello to you too baby!”

Violet reached her hands out to him, Harry quick to take her while pressing a kiss to her cheek

“Wow, don’t you look so pretty in your pj’s…do mummy and I have the matching set too?”

Violet looked to you before pointing to her jammies, babbling away

“I think she’s saying yes H”

Harry laughed, she was still learning how to say words, only a few in her vocabulary at this point but that didn’t mean she couldn’t communicate in other ways.

“Well I say we go get changed and then and have some cuddles on the couch!”

Matching pyjamas was the first of many traditions for your family, something you’d remember as the holidays came and left with each passing year. Violet truly was the best gift you and Harry had ever received.

And maybe someday in the future, you’d add another little one too..

[ode2cheol]

౨ৎ mansae

requested by @seuonji OMG NAII again congrats on 1k! idk if you’re still taking reqs but if you are i wanna request joshua+mansae by svt! i love YOU and your writings sm have a great day<3

AYAAAAAA THANK U SO MUCH BAE RHIS REQ WAS SO CUTE 😢 mansae is literally one of my favourite tt’s ever it’s so <33 i love u so so much and ur writings too like i read the jeonghan x daycare worker reader as a weekly routine atp hfhfhf

joshua x f!reader, fluff, friends to lovers, 0.7k words, part of 1k event

“shua” you said happily, taking the seat in the library next to him. when you sat you noticed the work and textbooks splayed out in front of him “what’re we working on here?”

“yn hey!” joshua said with a smile, already clearing space for you to join him more comfortably. “i was just finishing off that assignment we had for chem, it’s so tiring i’m starting to lose my mind i think” he laughed easily.

you looked at his work for a second and nodded at his words, you were still only halfway through yours. “i get you, i tried working on some of it last night and contemplated dropping out at least five times”

joshua smiled when you laughed, taking notice of the pretty ways your eyes crinkled in joy causing a warmth to creep up on his face.

for the next thirty minutes a steady atmosphere settled over the both of you, both focused on your work and occasionally asking the other for help.

joshua wouldn’t like to admit it but he looked over at you enough times to make it embarrassing and plain desperate.

“did you hear about that movie playing this weekend? apparently it’s super scary some people even passed out” you said with excitement lacing your tone.

truth be told, joshua couldn’t handle scary movies well. sure when he went to a haunted house or an escape room he could handle it but the movies were different. the way they make it just makes it overly eerie!

that would not hold him back if you asked him to go with you though.

“really? you .. go?” idiot, what the hell was that?

and joshua swears all the colour must’ve drowned from his face when you furrowed your brows in confusion, “huh?” you laughed off a little awkwardly.

joshua cleared his throat, “sorry, meant are you going to see the movie this weekend?”

he sighed in relief when you smiled at him, “i was hoping to, yeah. but i don’t really have anyone to go with..”

‘this is your chance. literally this is your chance. this is a free pass’

“we could go together..” joshua proposed, voice quiet and eyes searching yours for any signs.

“we as in- me, you and uh, jeonghan!” and joshua swears he can hear jeonghan in the distant telling seokmin that joshua’s an idiot. and jeonghan would not be lying at all.

“oh, uh yeah i guess that’d be great” you said, disappointment colouring your face.

‘why was this so hard?’ joshua thought as he looked at you. you’d already turned back to your work and bit back a pout wanting to settle on your lips. ‘why’s this so hard to get out? can’t someone else just do it for hi-’

“joshua, do i make you uncomfortable?” you shot up and asked him suddenly. “or like, do you just not like me like how you like the others? because you’re usually so.. honest with everyone else but with me it feels like you’re beating around the bush with your words sometimes”

“it’s not like it’s something i dislike!” you quickly reassured him when you saw how he looked like a kicked puppy, “it’s just, well it’s what i’ve noticed. and it only made me think i’m just maybe not as good a friend and maybe i’m just overthinking-”

“it seems different because i don’t want to be your friend” joshua cut off your rambling, “because i want to be your boyfriend”

“you what?” you looked at him a little out of breath and in disbelief that he just admitted that.

“i want to be your boyfriend, and obviously i’d talk differently to my friends than to someone i want to date” joshua moved his hand to hold your own, gently stroking the skin experimentally to leave space if you wanted an out but you didn’t and only grasped his hand tighter. “and i’d obviously be nicer to my girlfriend than my friend. no offence but you’d definitely get special privileges over jihoon”

you laughed lightly at his words, lips settling to a slightly teasing smile. “getting a little ahead of yourself, huh? i don’t remember you asking me to be your girlfriend, loverboy”

“not yet,” joshua smiled, “but i’ll ask you after i kiss you on our date this weekend, deal?”

[vigilantethot]

Doing Edibles With Miguel O’Hara 

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x Reader 

A/N: this may be a bit ooc for Miguel but idc. This is very self indulgent LMAO! Idk if you can talk about w**d on here so I just avoided using that word. 

Miguel doesn’t like to let his guard down. His cold demeanor is a shield of armor that keeps him safe. Being vulnerable is something he just does not do.

Except when it comes to you, of course. 

Miguel trusts you with his life, you are the most important person to him. He can easily let his guard down with you.

Oftentimes, Miguel takes his work home with him. He won’t take it out on you necessarily, but you can tell when he’s too stressed and overworking himself. 

In this particular instance, he hasn’t slept, & hell spend hours in your home gym and come to bed just to toss and turn all night. 

Miguel isn’t the type to open up about his feelings, he doesn’t want you to worry about him. Especially when it comes to Spiderman stuff.

Miguel doesn’t have many vices, hell occasionally have a drink now and then, but his main outlet is the gym and being inside you. 

After about a week of him working himself too hard, you decided that you needed to intervene. You were going to do edibles with Miguel.

So, one morning you decided to go to Spider HQ and “bring Miguel lunch”, but you were really there hoping to catch Hobie to help with your plan.

Hobie knew all of the best dispensaries in Nueva York, and you needed something STRONG to calm Miguel’s stressed ass. 

Hobie was hesitant at first, he knew if Miguel found out he was helping his fiancée score edibles he would be pissed. Not because you were buying drugs- Miguel knows you take edibles sometimes and doesn’t mind it. 

Miguel is a very possessive man, and he would NOT like you having little excursions with Hobie. He knows you would never betray him, but Hobies flirty and touchy nature highly irritates him. 

So he makes you swear that you will not tell Miguel he helped if this goes wrong. 

After swearing on your life you wouldn’t snitch on him, Hobie took you to a dispensary he frequents. 

You ended up buying 5 brownies, some that don’t smell or have that strong taste, and a couple gummies for yourself. You even bought Hobie an eighth of something top shelf to thank him, which he very much appreciated.

You went home and started to put your plan in action. 

You unwrapped all of the brownies and put them on a little dessert platter, making it look like you baked them yourself. 

You knew that Miguel couldn’t resists sweet treats, especially ones you “made”. 

So you knew that if you put them out on the counter for him to see when he got home, he would immediately take one and eat it the minute he gets home.

You felt kinda bad for deceiving him, Miguel doesn’t mind Mary Jane, but you knew he would just deny being stressed and needing a little help to relax so you decided to force his hand. 

Miguel got home in the middle of you cooking dinner, giving you a kiss on the forehead and caressing you from behind right when he walked in. 

He instantly spotted the brownies after he greeted you, and made a beeline for the treats. 

He inhaled the first one, complimenting you on your baking skills like he always did. 

You smiled after he finished the plan was going perfectly.

He tried to eat another but you quickly stopped him, saying that hell ruin his appetite for dinner. 

He grumbled his dissatisfaction, but he listened and went upstairs to shower. 

You ate a brownie as well after he went upstairs, not wanting him to go on this trip alone.

By the time he had finish showering and putting on more comfortable clothes, about 45 minutes had passed and he felt eerily calm. His shoulder were relaxed, his brain wasn’t in overdrive, and he felt very lethargic. 

He brushed off the symptoms at first, thinking he was exhausted, and made his way downstairs to join you for dinner.

You almost busted out laughing at your fiancé’s appearance when he came to the dining room. You were feeling it yourself, but Miguels eyes were RED, and his pupils were mad dilated. He looked so handsome all inebriated and relaxed. 

You two had the best dinner in a long time, laughing and eating and talking about random things. 

You could tell that he wasn’t even thinking about work, and he was really enjoying himself. 

He ate almost the whole pan of lasagna you made, and you had to fight him for the last garlic knot. 

His munchies didn't end there, he ended up getting so hungry that he ended up ordering hella candies and unhealthy snacks delivered. 

Yeah, this man was GONE. 

You two ended up on the couch watching Scary Movie 2, which you insisted he watched after he told you he never saw those movies. You laughed and relaxed all nigh, eating all the things he got delivered. 

He was being very affectionate too, Miguel had always been affectionate with you but he was hanging on to you like a koala bear, giving you kisses every 5 minutes. 

He was also very vocally affectionate, he probably told you he loved you 100 times that night!

You two started getting very tired at the end of the night, too stuck to even get off the couch and turn all the lights off. So you two slept there like rocks, having the best sleep you’ve had in a long time. 

You confessed to your “crime” in the morning, telling him how stressed he was and how you just wanted to help. And you apologized for deceiving him.

Miguel was not pissed at all, in fact he woke up that morning feeling so refreshed and energized, he was tempted to take another edible before work. He loved how far you would go just to help him out. 

After that night, you two definitely had edible nights every so often, sometimes even inviting friends over for them. 

[lenacosse]

HEYYY please can i request tan x reader where tan sees reader angry fior the first time. So reader, tan and lemon are just out and about or smth and reader just sees someone being horrible to someone. Like idk maybe they went shopping and the guy infront is jut being an ass to the cashier or they are at a bar and someone is harassing a bartender (smth like that , just ideas) and reader just loses her shit and lemon is shocked but proud and tan just realises hes in love and its kinda like one of those moments for him like 'oh shit i love her' realisation. hope u can do thiss and hope it makes sense

Flawless

pairing: tangerine x reader

cw: alcohol, strong language and violence

word count: 1,486

‘i fell in love today,

there aren’t many words that you can say that

could ever change my mind.

she’s enough for me, she’s in love with me

you’re a doll, you are flawless.’

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You open your car door once the taxi pulls up outside of the bar, you step out the cool air wrapping around your body making you shiver. You walk towards the bar door, show your id and enter. You scan the area for Tangerine and Lemon, you spot them in a booth and approach them.

“Hi!” You sit down beside Tangerine. Lemon on his other side.

“Hi love.” Tangerine replies, passing you a drinks menu. Your attempt to hide the blush of your cheeks by looking intensely at your menu.

You pick your drink, vodka cranberry and Lemon goes to the bar to order. Tangerine asks you about work whilst Lemon gets the drinks, you go off on a slight rant about your boss who very clearly overworked you because no one else was as dedicated as you were to rising up the ranks. You were a starting out art designer and this was your first firm placement. Tangerine just listened, that’s what you liked about him. He never told you to shut up when you rambled on about anything, he listened and responded with exactly what you needed to hear every time.

Lemon returned, gave you your drink and settled back down on his seat.

“So why didn’t either of you let me know you were leaving the city for a week?” You raise an eyebrow whilst eyeing them suspiciously.

“It was last minute work stuff,” shrugged Lemon.

“What did you have to go on a super secret mission to kill the Mafia or something,” you tease.

“Not the Mafia but something like that.” Tangerine says casually. You still couldn’t believe their jobs, you definitely should’ve been scared of them but you’ve know them for a long time, enough time to trust them with your life.

“And we found our Diesel,” Lemon says. You laugh at how proud he looked. “Right under our noses the entire time, playing us like fools.”

“Only time it’s ever been beneficial.” Tangerine mumbles.

“So you admit that it isn’t childish and stupid.” Lemon responses.

“It is childish and stupid. I’m sick of hearing about it,” Tangerine grumbled, finishing his drink.

“Oh come on Tan, it does no harm.” You nudge him. He just rolls his eyes at you, “you’re so grumpy. Lighten up.”

He just shakes his head, but you see him crack a smile. It makes you smile in return, you couldn’t be more of an opposite from Tan, he was a little grumpy and sometimes too serious. And you were the opposite, you were too friendly and extremely spontaneous. You talked he listened, he was neat you were all over the place at times, he was calm and you were lively. But somehow that was literally everything, and Lemon was the glue that held you all together. He was the perfect mix between them both and your metaphorical partner in crime (Tangerines literal one).

However you knew that a few drinks made Tangerine much chirpier and that you used to your advantage. So now you all sit absolutely wasted at the bar, Lemon orders the fourth shot. The three of you finish another shot, then just order a drink. The bar around you was busy and lively, the music was pumping through your veins and you felt electric.

You were mid conversation with the guys when you hear some intense ranting. A man is giving off about the bartender yet no one is listening, which just urges him to continue.

“Oi. Can you hurry the fuck up and take my order,” his voice fumes from behind you.

“I’ll be with you in one minute I’m serving a customer.” The bartender responds.

“I told you to take my fucking order. Are you stupid?”

You turn around in an instant to the source of the demands, you make eye contact with him and he just scoffs at you. “And she told you to wait a minute.”

“Who the fuck was talking to you?”

“Oh get over yourself. Piss off and leave her alone, it’s busy in here just wait.”

The man only ignores you and turns back to the bartender. “I swear to fucking god you’re such a useless bitch. I want a drink, so hurry the fuck up.”

“Please let me sort this couple out first.”

“Fucking ridiculous. You’re ridiculous.”

You stand up and come to face like him, you were livid by the vermin he was speaking. “You’re the ridiculous one here. She told you she’s busy! Just fucking get out you dickhead!” You shouted. He crossed his arms, trying to assert power in the situation.

Tangerine and Lemon both instantly turn around to look at what’s going on, Lemon was extremely taken aback by your confidence but he was impressed. But Tangerine was fascinated, he had never seen you riled up before.

“This has absolutely nothing to do with you, turn the fuck around again no one cares about what you have to say.”

“Im sure they care a lot more than watching a shallow waste of space cry because he’s not the top priority.”

“You fucking bitch.”

“What the fuck did you just call me?! A bitch. You think I’m a bitch? Well I think you’re a greedy spoilt little prick.”

“Oh my god she’s brilliant.” Tangerine says, completely starstruck. Lemon only nods in agreement. They couldn’t believe the fire you had inside of you, it was so intense. The man you were arguing with looked threatened, but he couldn’t accept defeat.

“That’s rich coming from you sitting there with two men, like a fucking whore. Look at you,” he looks you up and down, you suddenly feel extremely self conscious of your outfit, even though it was barely showing cleavage. “You look like a fucking prostitute.”

You don’t even take a moment to think and before you knew it your fist collided with his nose, sending him to the ground. People watched in shock, no one not even you knew what just happened it was all so sudden.

Tangerines mouth falls open, as he watches everything go down. There was something about seeing you like this that made everything click. “Fucking hell I love her.” He says, dead serious yet dazed.

Lemon does a double take and stares at Tangerine. “What?” He looks at you, prouder than ever but knew him and Tan needed to get you out of the bar before the man attacks you.

They both speedily usher you out and the three of you sit curb side outside the bar.

“What the fuck just happened,” Lemon floundered, you shake your head in response. You anger was settling and you were just calming down.

“If I see that bastard I’ll tear his fucking head off,” Tangerine says, you could tell he was mad, rightfully so considering what the man had said to you.

“I’ll vouch to that.” You respond.

Lemon inspected your hand of which you used to punch him. Your knuckles were swollen and inflamed.

“I’ll go get you ice.” Lemon goes off to get ice, leaving you and Tangerine.

You look up at the sky admiring the stars, they were one of your favourite sights and looking at them always grounded you. The alcohol was slowly wearing off, leaving you just over tipsy.

“Sorry for not setting in back there,” Tangerine says, his voice comes out soft. You look at him and shrug.

“It’s no big deal,”

“I would’ve have thought you’d argue with someone in the bar, I was impressed, you were slightly terrifying.”

You softly laugh, Tangerine just smiles. “Well his attitude just pissed me off. But.. I feel terrible for causing a scene. I seemed like a crazy bitch.”

Tangerine turned around so he was basically facing you, “you didn’t cause a scene you done what needed to be done.”

“I guess, but everyone probably thought i was some flawed psycho who’s violent.”

“No. No don’t say that,” Tangerine puts his hand on yours and looks at you; his expression is unlike anything you’ve ever seen. His eyes are soft yet fierce, but they hold so much value to his words. You’ve never seen or heard him be so considerate before. His voice was gentle, not grumpy and his touch was comforting, but you liked this side of him.

“It’s true.”

“Believe me, you’re flawless love. You fought that man to help someone else, that shows how kind you are. Anyone who saw everything go down acknowledges that.” He stroked your hand with his thumb, you smiled at his words, a blush dusting your face.

You rested your head on his shoulder and you knew there was a shift in your dynamic with Tangerine from there onwards. You’d always secretly wanted him but you thought you were too boring and too average for him, but the way he spoke to you and the way he looked at you made you feel like you were on fire.

[leclerced]

in honour of the flowers i’ve been waiting 17,000 centuries for finally sprouting,,,,i need a domestic oscar (or even max) having a little garden and maybe he hides it from his partner cause he worries he’ll be judged but she finds out and is very 😁😁😁 ecstatic😁😁😁

waiting for seeds to sprout is like the worst feeling until they finally sprout n then its the best !! this made me think of the who cooked here meme soo .. this is lowkey a jokey blurb idk??

is the sixth date too early to invite a girl over for dinner? oscar’s not sure if there’s a specific time, moreso when you feel it’s right. he’s never had a girl over to his own place before. before, there was always the threat of roommates coming home when they were supposed to be away for the night. it’s been awhile since he dated, since he’s had someone to cook a meal for, and now he lives alone. he’s hoping she’ll like everything, appreciate the effort he put in. he baked bread and made pasta from scratch, used fresh herbs from his herb garden in it. he’s damn proud of himself when he finishes everything minutes before eight and sets the table. he’d gone out and bought a fancy dish to serve the pasta in, baked it so it’d stay warm for awhile.

he’s buzzing by the time he hears a knock on his door and nearly knocks over his dining chair in the rush to get to the door. oscar forces himself to slow down and pushes the chair in before slowly walking to the door. she has a pie in her hands, “i brought dessert! i know you said i didn’t need to-“

oscar takes the pie gratefully, “no, it’s perfect! i honestly hadn’t planned anything more than ice cream.”

she grins, “we can put them together, ice cream and pie are the perfect combo.” he returns it as she steps inside and takes her coat off, automatically hanging it on the coat rack in the corner.

he rests his free hand on her lower back and guides her towards his dining room. “nice to see you again, you look nice.”

she turns back to him and flutters her eyes, “you look nice too.” oscar put on a new shirt just before she arrived, a light blue button up. it was new and he was secretly hoping she’d like it when he picked it out. you have to pass through the kitchen to get to the dining room, and he hopes he didn’t miss any messes on the counter when wiping up. there’s a few pans in the sink but that can be excused, he just finished using them and is washing them after dinner with their dishes.

when she steps into the kitchen, a low noise leaves her throat. “who cooked here?”

“uh i did?” oscar tries not to sound hurt that she doesn’t think he can cook. like, does she think he paid someone to dirty up his dishes? wouldn’t he just order something in?

she giggles a little, “no i mean. why do you have an herb garden on your counter?”

he stares at the back of her head, trying to figure out if she’s joking or not. “to cook with?”

“did your ex like, leave it behind?” she sounds less joking this time.

he crosses his arms over his chest, unsure where this is going. “no, i started it during quarantine.”

“when your ex girlfriend was living with you?” he can’t read her, he can’t figure out what’s happening. what’s wrong with him having a little garden?

“no. i didn’t have a girlfriend. hence the herb garden.”

she laughs again and turns to face him, pressing a hand to his chest. “really? you just.. have an herb garden in your kitchen? that’s kinda hot. so you can actually… cook?”

he lets out a huff and cocks his head, “i told you i was cooking you dinner, you didn’t think i could cook?” why wouldn’t she believe him?

she shrugs, “guys have said that before and all i got was frozen pizza or some box meal. not like… a home cooked meal, made with herbs from a little garden.”

he wraps his arms around her and he coos. he’s okay with being the first, maybe hopefully the last. “well then, i hope it’s good. wanna go eat?” she nods quickly, pushing up on her toes to give him a quick peck, “you could burn it to a crisp and i’d just be happy you actually cooked it. wow, no one’s cooked for me before. that’s so sweet.” she spins away from him as she says the last bit, maybe to herself, and he can’t believe no one has ever cooked for her before. he wants to learn her favorite meals for her, cook them whenever she wants.

[spicysix]

bestfriend!steve and reader are working at fv and it’s extremely slow, so they pass the time by playing a cute game of MASH. Reader starts picking names, locations, & pets and when the game’s over, Steve reads back his ending result (example: Steve gets to live in a house with Robin and they own a pet flamingo in the North Pole) but when he says your results it’s like the life he’s always wanted with you. (Example: you’re married to him in a house with six kids in Ohio with a pet dog) I hope this makes sense because at the end he mumbles some shit like “I’ve dreamt of this life with you” and the reader is like “same” and then they have their first kiss or something IDK it’s up to you

(If this doesn’t make sense that’s super embarrassing and forget i said anything LOL)

a/n: that did make sense, babe, don't worry! HOWEVER ksksksk i had no idea what MASH was and even though we have a similar game in brasil, i don't remember how to play it and was too lazy to try and learn MASH. so i changed it to fuck marry kill. hope you don't mind it, hope you like the fic anyway! ♡

warnings: just some cursing and, you know, the general theme of hypothetically fucking or killing people hah. and an absurd use of italics. otherwise, pure fluff

word count: 1.7k

↳ requests are open!

fuck-marry-kill

Tuesdays were slow days. No one stops by to rent out movies at the beginning of the week, movie nights are reserved for the weekend. And even though Monday is the beginning of the week, Family Video doesn’t open until Tuesday, so. Not a lot of incomes and most of them were returns, a five-minute-tops interaction and that was it. Anyway, Tuesdays were slow days.

Tuesday afternoon shifts were with Steve. Your schedules - yours, his, and Robin’s - always intertwined with each others’ because you all have bribed off Keith, threatening to expose him and his growing stock of porn he’d casually borrow from the job and never return. He had no choice but to make your shifts as to have at least two of you, together, most days of the week.

And Tuesdays afternoons, you’d spend with Steve.

He was a little fidgety today, you’ve noticed. Steve’s not a fidgety guy. He’s sturdy, reliable, steady. And not like anyone would’ve noticed Steve’s fidgety behavior, no, not anyone. But you’ve noticed. Because you knew him so well.

You knew Steve was not the best guy at opening up, but he was trying his best after a lecture you, Robin and Dustin had gave him about him having friends, and that he could and should open up to his friends, he wasn’t a burden, he was loved and wanted and blah-blah. You think it did got into his head, slowly. But he was still best at opening up with Robin, because they were two halves of the same soul.

So you didn’t meddle in. If he wanted to open up about his fidgetiness to you, he would. If not, he would probably open up to Robin. That’s okay.

“Kay, I’m done with the rewinding,” he showed up by the counter, where you were so busy doodling in a forgotten receipt. “Work’s done, I think we should be able to leave.”

You snorted, looking at the clock in the wall behind you. It was two forty five PM. You had been there for the insane amount of fifteen minutes.

“I wish,” you answered him, and he jumped up at the counter and sat directly behind your drawing - a DeLorean Time Machine, just like the movie. You guys have had a Back To The Future marathon that weekend.

“Looks good,” he complimented, and you hummed in appreciation, finishing off the last details, uncurling your spine and handing Steve the doodle before jumping to sit beside him.

Who cares if you were standing with your backs to the door? The store had a bell for that reason.

Steve carefully folded the doodle and placed it on his back pocket, like he’d do with every drawing you gave him. You gave him every drawing precisely for the fact that he kept them all - you saw them, once, when you drank too much and passed out in his couch after a get together. You woke up in his bed, all your drawings glued to the wall beside some Polaroids of your friends and the children you babysat - barely children anymore, but whatever.

You didn’t mention them once you went down the stairs and found him, Robin and Eddie in a huge hangover in the kitchen. But you could tell he understood the fondness in your eyes.

“We should play a game,” he said, after a few minutes of silence. He always did that, you were just waiting for the suggestion to come.

“Which one this time?”

“How ‘bout, Fuck, Marry, Kill?” you sneaked a sideways glance at him, not missing the smirk on his lips.

“Feeling naughty, Stevie?”

“Shut up,” he snickered. “Okay, you first since I came up with the idea. Michael J. Fox, Tom Cruise, Jude Law. Go.”

“You came up with that way too fast,” you joked, and he shrugged, not looking at all embarrassed. “Okay, I’d fuck Jude Law, I mean, have you seen him? Michael J. is the marriage kind, so dreamy! And I’d kill Tom Cruise, I’m not into military propaganda.”

“Valid,” he answered, laughing a little bit. “You also came up with those answers way too fast.”

“What can I say, I’m a made-up-mind kinda gal. Okay, your turn: Molly Ringwald, Carrie Fisher, Jennifer Grey.”

“That’s a hard one,” you nodded in agreement. “Uh… Fuck Jennifer, she probably has the nice flexibility thing to her body. Marry Carrie, she’s the nicest one ever. I’d have to kill Molly. Sorry, Molly. She reminds me of Carol too much, so I don’t actually feel that bad. Not into the preppy girl type anymore.”

You both laughed and continued the game for a few more rounds. You had to chose between names such as Van Halen, Bowie, Sting, John Taylor, Keanu and Ralph Macchio; and made Steve chose between Stevie Nicks, Joan Jett, Geena Davis, Kate Bush, Olivia Newton-John and some others.

It was fun. Steve Harrington was a fun guy. He’d always come up with ways for you to spend time and make it pass by faster in your Tuesday shifts, and you were always thankful for that.

“Okay, I’m going nuts now,” he announced after a quiet time. “How about… fuck, marry, kill: me, Eddie and Jonathan?”

Your eyes almost poppet out of their sockets.

“Stephen! I can’t answer that, ew, no!” you screamed, and he laughed at your antics as you got out of the counter.

“Why not, C’mon, don’t be a coward!”

“I’m not being a coward, but you’re all my friends, I can’t choose! Even less in front of you!” you were only 50% freaking out, the other 50 was finding the whole thing kinda funny.

But you really couldn’t answer that. Oh, no, that would turn the conversation into a completely awkward one.

“Oh, so if it was Robin or Nancy asking, you would’ve answered?” he accused, in a knowing tone, smirk playing at his lips. Bastard.

“Well, yeah, maybe okay? Don’t look at me like that!” you pointed a finger at him and he put both his hands up as if in surrender. “It’s just, it’s a basic sleepover play, yeah?! We’ve all been there.”

“So you’ve played this already at a sleepover, is that what I’m hearing?” he cackled. “Did you answer then?”

“Doesn’t matter, Harrington, if I answered it then, ‘cause I’m not answering it now!” with crossed arms, and fighting not to let a smile out, you stood your ground.

“Okay, you’re a coward. Okay,” he also jumped off the counter, and leaned into it, hands on his hips - his usual mom stance. “Okay. I’ll go then! Between the three of you-”

“STEVE! I don’t wanna know!” you all but yelled, you should leave, really, afraid his answer would actually harm you, but you couldn’t because you also wanted to know.

“I DON’T CARE!” he yelled back, laughing. “I’d kill Robin, obviously, I can’t pick any other choice, I’d fuck Nancy-”

There it was.

“Ugh, you’ve already fucked her multiple times, it doesn’t count,” you murmured, rolling your eyes, suddenly all the humor in you evaporating.

“Woman, listen to me, I’d marry you!” he came closer, his hands in your arms in a firm but soft touch. You almost didn’t notice, but he was shaking, just a little bit. “I would marry you.”

Suddenly, he wasn’t joking anymore. I mean, yeah, there was still a gleam of humor in his eyes, but there was also… honesty. He was being painfully honest.

Your arms uncrossed all by themselves, standing loose on your sides, your eyes wide and your mouth dry.

“What are you saying?” you asked, teary-eyed, afraid you were misunderstanding.

“I’m saying I would marry you, because I know you, and I wanna get to know you even more, because I l-like you, and I wanna grow that feeling, because I can see a future with you by my side and I’m sorry if that’s way too forward, but I wanna be honest here, and I’m sorry that was the only way I could come up with, with something to break the ice first, but. That’s what I’m saying.”

His cheeks were flushed, and you connected the dots between his love marks with your eyes, and you connected the words he said to the way he was looking at you, all tenderness, as if you hung the moon all the way up in the sky, and he was beaming - beaming like the fucking ray of sunshine you knew he was, and Steve. Liked you.

He liked you.

Feeling like walls were tumbling down inside of your chest, you couldn’t help but throw yourself into him, hugging him tightly by the waist and he wasted no time before tangling his fingers in your hair and kissing your forehead with the gentlest of touches.

“I like you too, Stevie. Didn’t ever wanna say it, afraid you wouldn’t say it back. But you light up my Tuesdays. And all my days,” you were saying it pressed to his Family Video vest, the smell of laundry softener and expensive cologne and hairspray and the smell of Steve invading your senses. “Thank you for being braver than me and saying it first. I don’t wanna be nowhere else but beside you.”

You could swear you heard him sob, but you closed your eyes before you could check it, giving space between you, just enough space so you could cradle his face in your hands and kiss him. He tasted faintly of strawberry, and you knew he used just a little bit of ChapStick every morning to keep his lips moisturized - and, goddammit, it worked. He had soft, velvety lips that wrapped around yours gently, savoring the kiss as if he was savoring the most delicious of meals. His hands now in your hips, holding tightly, not willing to let you move, to let you go.  He shouldn’t worry about that. You weren't planning on going anywhere.

You kissed for what felt like ages, making up for the lost time, for all the time you had been his, he had been yours, and you both had no idea about it. You only split up when a car seemed to stop outside - you remembered a Xanadu tape, scheduled for return that day. You caressed his cheek and opened your eyes, foreheads touching, catching your breath, and he was looking at you with so much adoration in his eyes you could’ve sworn you were melting.

“Who would you fuck, after all?” he asked, probably understanding the implied answer that you would marry him too. You chuckled, giving it a thought.

“Hm. Jonathan.”

“WHAT?!” he was scandalized, you laughed even harder. “No, no, Jonathan is a marriage guy, okay, you have to fuck Eddie!”

[crybabycinna]

Yall remember when I made a post about modern day Lin getting nudes from her girl yeah here’s a smut about that post….idk why I decided to write this. I have fun writing modern day Lin stuff it’s funny and I would love to do a series but idk!

Lin and I have been dating for a couple of months now. It’s really nice! She's so kind and funny but she doesn’t think she’s funny but I do. It’s been a while since she and I had sex so I thought it would be a good idea to rile her up a bit. I went through my lingerie drawer to pick something she’s never seen before. Once I found my outfit I laid it out then went to take a shower so I could shave. I wanted to be soft when she came over. I did my best to be patient as I shaved since I wanted to make sure I got every bit of hair. I know Lin doesn’t care but I care. When I finished I made sure to wash my body then get out.

I put on lotion to make myself baby soft. I fixed up my hair and did a little makeup then put on my outfit. It was a pink baby doll lingerie set that had pink thong panties. I fixed my boobs in the mirror to make sure they looked good for my pictures. I set my phone up and took multiple pictures and did multiple poses. I only liked seven of them but that’s better than nothing. After I finished I took a deep breath and texted Lin.

Me: hiii

Lin: hi sweetheart, are you alright?

Me: yeah I’m fine, are you busy?

Lin: not really just doing paperwork in my office

Me: ok good because I have a surprise for you

Lin: you do?

Me: mhm

I selected the seven pictures I wanted to send to her. I’m so nervous it’s not like I haven’t sent nudes before but things with Lin are just different.

Me: *attachments have been sent*

I closed my phone and ran off to the kitchen to make myself something to eat so I didn’t have to bother with my phone. I can’t imagine what she’s gonna say, we’ve never sent nudes to each other before. I tried to keep myself distracted in the kitchen for a long time but literally only six minutes have passed! When ten minutes had passed I couldn’t help myself. I had to check my phone! I just had to! I picked up my phone and opened it to Lin’s text.

Lin: you look magnificent

Lin: you truly are a work of art

I fell onto my bed and kicked my feet. I can’t believe she said that. My heart fluttered in my chest.

Me: theres more for you if you come over tonight

Lin: I’ll be there please keep the outfit on

Me: anything for you

Lin: good girl I’ll see you at six

Me: see you then

When she called me a good girl I let out a whimper. I can’t wait till she comes over! I need to make my room look presentable! I started cleaning up. Putting things back to where they need to be, vacuuming, and making my bed. When I finished I ate the food I made and tried to figure out what to cook for Lin, or if we should just order from somewhere after sex. I don’t think I’ll be able to cook when she’s done with me so maybe we’ll just get takeout.

Six o’clock came and I heard a knock at my door. I fixed my hair again then checked my makeup. “Everything is fine.” I mumbled to myself then went to answer the door in my lingerie. I opened it up to see my tall older girlfriend. “I’m glad you could make it.” I said as I let her in. I closed the door behind her. “I wouldn’t miss the opportunity of fucking you in your pretty outfit for anything.” Lin said and pushed me up against the door. I let out a gasp. “You’re so beautiful.” Lin said as she pinned my hands above my head. “Please.” I begged. “Please what?” Lin asked. “Please touch me, I’ve been thinking of you all day.” I said.

“I’ve been thinking of you too.” Lin said then started to kiss my neck. “Lin.” I moaned out. She moved her leg in between my thighs and I immediately started to grind on her. Lin let go of my hands and grabbed at my breast. “Fuck.” I sighed out. “You’re so beautiful.” Lin said and pulled down my baby doll dress. I could feel myself getting more wet. “You’re making a mess all over my thigh baby girl.” Lin said. “Please Lin more. Please.” I begged. “Tell me what you want, baby girl.” Lin said. “I need you.” I whined. “You need me to do what?” Lin asked.

“I need your fingers please.” I begged. “Good girl you have manners.” Lin said. She picked me up and carried me to my bedroom. Lin gently laid me down on the bed then put her bag down on the floor. “Take your panties off.” Lin commanded. I did as told and tossed my panties somewhere across my room. I looked over at Lin and she was stripping off her clothes. I bit my lip as I watched her. She's so beautiful. She had some scars that I know she didn’t like but I thought they were beautiful just because she’s beautiful.

“You like what you see?” Lin asked. “I love what I see.” I said. She smirked at me. “You’re absolutely stunning.” I told her. “So are you baby.” Lin said and leaned down to give me a quick kiss. I smiled and she climbed into the bed. She kissed down my body. “Linny.” I moaned. “My perfect girl.” Lin said as she kissed my thighs. “Please Lin, I need you. No more teasing.” I begged. “Since you said please.” Lin said. Her tongue swiped against my folds and I whimpered. She sucked on my clit and I gripped the bed sheets.

Her fingers slipped inside of me and she slowly pumped them in and out. “More daddy more.” I whined. She pumped her fingers faster and my back arched off the bed. “Lin.” I moaned out her name. She scissored her fingers. “Please don’t stop.” I begged her. Lin removed her mouth from my clit and replaced it with her thumb. “You look so pretty with my fingers inside of you.” Lin said. I pulled her down to kiss me. I need more of her. When Lin pulled away and I whined. She rubbed my clit faster and I arched my back. “So good daddy.” I moaned. “You’ve been waiting for this all day?” Lin asked. “Yes daddy.” I moaned.

Lin removed her fingers from my pussy and put them towards my mouth. I sucked them clean while she started to eat me out again. “Mmm!” I moaned around her finger. Her tongue plunged deep into my walls, licking every inch of me. I gripped her hair. “Fuck!” I cried out. My heart was pounding in my chest. She makes me feel so good. My legs started to shake. “Daddy please don’t stop, please!” I begged. She gently pinched my clit. I let out a yelp then orgasmed. I shook some more and she continued to eat me out. “No more daddy please.” I whined and tried to pull away from her.

Lin pulled away. “You can’t take anymore? I brought my strap.” Lin said. “You should have started off with that.” I told her. Lin chuckled. She got up then grabbed her bag and pulled out her strap. I watched as she put on the harness and I let out a whimper. “Be patient, my pretty girl.” Lin said as she tightened the straps. “I want you daddy.” I said and reached out to her. “I know, baby.” Lin replied as she got back into the bed. I kept my legs spread and she kissed my thighs then rubbed her cock on my slit.

“Daddy.” I whined. She slowly pushed inside of me and my eyes fluttered closed. Once she was all the way inside she slowly pulled out then slammed back in and started at a rough pace. “Mmm fuck!” I cried out. Her lips crashed against mine as she fucked me. I gripped her again and moaned against her lips. Lin’s nails dug into my thighs as she fucked me. “You make me feel so good daddy.” I whined. “You take me so well baby girl, I’m so proud of you.” Lin said. I whimpered. “You’re such a good girl for me aren’t you?” Lin asked.

“Yes daddy! I’m a good girl! I’m your good girl daddy.” I moaned. “Yes you are baby, you’re my good girl. My good fucking slut.” Lin growled. My eyes rolled back as she started going harder. The way she squeezed my throat and fucked me had me trembling. I could barely think. “You look so pretty while I fuck you.” Lin said. “Daddy!” I cried out. “Yes baby girl, what is it hm?” Lin asked mockingly. “Please faster.” I choked. “You want faster? Can you handle it?” Lin asked. “Yes daddy please.” I begged.

She started to pound into me faster and I arched my back off the bed. “Daddy I’m gonna cum.” I croaked. Lin let go of my throat and started to rub my clit. “Cum for me baby, cum all over my cock.” Lin growled. “Daddy I’m so close.” I whimpered. She rubbed my clit faster. “Cum for me.” Lin commanded. “Daddy!” I cried out as I orgasmed for the second time that night. “Good girl.” Lin praised as she fucked me through my orgasm. My body shook. “No more daddy please.” I said. She stopped. “You did such a good job, baby girl.” Lin told me.

“Thank you daddy.” I said. Lin slowly pulled out and I let out a soft sigh. “I love you.” I told her. “I love you too.” Lin said and kissed my cheek. I smiled. Lin left the room then came back with some water. “Here baby.” Lin said. “Thank you.” I said as I sat up and took it. Lin took off her strap then went to the bathroom. I drank the water. I heard Lin start the shower. Lin came out of the bathroom. “Come on baby.” Lin said. “Help.” I held out my arms to her. She came over to me and picked me up. We went into the bathroom then got into the shower. Lin put my shower cap on then washed my body.

I helped her wash her body then we got out and she dried me off. Then dressed me. “What do you want to eat?” Lin asked. “Cake.” I said. “Baby girl no.” Lin said. “Why?” I asked. “Because that’s not good food.” Lin said. “I want cake,” I pouted. “No baby girl.” Lin told me as she was drying off. I folded my arms. “Oh don’t you do that.” Lin said. I turned away. “Do you want pizza?” She asked. “Ok.” I said with a big smile on my face. “Good girl.” Lin said.

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ꕤ GARLIC BREAD? smau | ellie w.

05:00- gold dust

a/n: THIS IS SO LONG LMFAO it's 3:53 am rn and idk how i managed to write over 1k words but um... enjoy!!! :] also don’t mind the typos if there’s any…

contains: implied homophobia, cursing

"what even are you trying to do?" dina asked as she set her phone down, eyeing the girl in front of her curiously. her and jesse were at ellie's house, sitting on the comfy couch as ellie did whatever she was trying to do in the kitchen.

ellie simply said "garlic bread." and looked at the recipe, looking towards her couch when she heard jesse's laugh. "what?" she raised her brows in confusion, frowning when dina snorted.

"what the fuck are y'all laughing at?"

"when did you learn how to bake?" jesse asked when he calmed down while wiping his tears. the last time ellie tried to bake was for dina's sister's birthday. since ellie didn't know what she could get her she decided to bake some cupcakes, simple right? wrong. that was the first time ellie ever tried to bake. there were eggshells in the batter (which she didn't even realise) and god knows how she baked them because they where shaking like jello when she opened up the box. they had to eat them despite jesse's protests because dina's sister was just so nice, and she couldn't not eat them when ellie put so much effort into them just for her. they begged and nearly cried but had to eat them since they couln't do anything to convince dina's sister and damn ellie for making a dozen cupcakes for four people because when they finally finished the cupcakes, dina's sister brought more. it was when jesse almost puked all over dina's shirt dina's sister got convinced and put them away.

"are you guys still stuck on those cupcakes? i was like, i don't know, fucking sixteen when i did those? it's been years." ellie got back to her dough, putting it in a greased pan and leaving it to rise. she washed her hands and sat on the opposite of the couch jesse and dina were sitting.

"why are you making the bread from scratch anyway? you could've just bought it." dina said as she surfed through the tv channels and finally deciding on something. she leaned back and let jesse put his legs on her lap. "maybe she's doing it for yn." jesse said as he made his hands kiss, making disgusting noises as he did so.

"are you?" dina questioned while her attention was mostly on the show that was playing on the tv. she turned her head to look at ellie when silence washed over the room, laughing at the face ellie made, "oh my god, you ARE making it for her!" she exclaimed loudly, making ellie hiss.

"you don't have to let the whole state know about it you know?"

"of course i do! that's hilarious."

an hour and a half had passed. it was 1:30 pm and ellie had 30 minutes to get ready, freak out and drive to yn's house. the bread was ready and surprisingly smelled good. dina and jesse had left (against their own will) so ellie could make the bread in peace. ellie had just taken it out of the oven after spreading garlic butter and a little parmesan on the bread when her phone dinged. she took a deep breath and unlocked her phone just to see a notification from yn, making her smile slightly.

'hey el! hope you didn't bail on me :]'

'who'd bail on a pretty girl like you?'

she huffed and put the bread in a container and put that container in a bag, put her shoes on and finally got out of the house.

ellie was officially freaking out. her hands were sweaty and her legs shook slightly.

"come on, you've seen her a million times already." and with that ellie got out of her car and knocked on yn's door. she leaned her head against the door and heard a faint "i'm coming!". she sighed and smoothed out her clothes.

"hello m’lady ellie, pleased to make your acquaintance." yn bowed slighltly, laughed and stood up when ellie smacked her head. "no i'm serious, it's so nice to see you." caught off guard, ellie coughed and smiled, "likewise m'lady" and bowed.

"come in, i made tiramisu."

"how do you manage to make the things i love every time? do you like, look at someone's face and see what they like?" ellie questioned as she took off her shoes. she closed the door and trailed after yn and sat down at the kitchen table. yn laughed and sat across from her, "i wish but no, you just look like you like tiramisu and garlic bread."

"oh! i um... i made garlic bread for you. i didn't taste it and it's my first time making it so hopefully it's not awful..."

"hey, i'm supposed to be the baker, not you" that made ellie smile again, she took the container from the bag, opened the lid and put it on the table. yn took a piece and quickly ate it, groaning at the taste.

"wh- is it that bad?" ellie jumped to her feet, grabbed a glass and filled it with water. she heard yn laugh and put the glass back on the counter.

"are you crazy? this is so good! you might just replace me at the cafe."

"don't be ridiculous," ellie scoffed "why did you even stop working there anyway, did they just randomly stopped paying you?" yn laughed slightly and sighed, licking her lips she answered; "we had a fight- by we i mean me and jade, i'm good with julie i guess? although she hasn't messaged me since the fight."

that surprised ellie, why would they even fight? what would they fight about? "i thought you guys were close, what happened?"

"i thought so too but things happen i guess." yn got up and headed to the counter. "coffee?" ellie hummed, "sure."

ellie watched yn as she prepared the coffee and started to look around.

"we fought because i apparently like girls and i 'don't accept it because i like the attention'"

ellie was baffled and didn't know what to think. "huh?"

yn suddenly turned around, startling ellie in the proccess, and started talking.

"that's exactly how i reacted when i read jade's text! like why would i pretend not to like girls for attention? that doesn't even make sense! i told her and julie a million times, no i don't like girls and there's nothing wrong with liking girls but i don't, is it that hard to comprehend?"

"you don't like girls..?"

"no, i mean girls are pretty as hell that's for sure. but i don't see myself being in a relationship, like it doesn't feel like i'll ever be in one." yn said as she poured water into the cups.

"oh"

"yeah... i mean it feels wrong when i think about being with a girl but like i don't like girls so it's no big deal. like when i see pretty girls i want to kiss them and make coffee and desserts and stuff but it feels just... off you know? maybe somethings wrong with me." yn giggled and brought the cups to the table. ellie thanked her quietly. it was silent for a few seconds when ellie decided to speak up.

"have you ever thought about liking girls with no other thought behind it?" yn looked at ellie with a confused expression on her face, "what does that mean?"

"i mean, the way you explain these things... it feels like the things you say were said to you when you were younger? you know like you're almost being forced to say these."

"well my parents weren't… angels but their opinions don't define me. anyways enough talk about depressing stuff, you came here to spend time with me. cmon let's watch cringe shows."

"thank you for the bread, it was delicious."

"you don't need to keep thanking me yn."

it was 4:55 and ellie decided to go home. "couldn't you have stayed more?" yn asked as she leaned towards the doorstep, watching as ellie finished tying her shoes and smiling when ellie looked at her.

“it’s not like i’m going somewhere. we could always have a sleepover or something." yn smiled and stood straight. "i'll be sure to wear my cutest pajamas for you then." she answered, gave ellie her bag while winking.

"i'll be waiting," she took her bag from yn "well... see you soon?"

"see you ellie."