#it made me laugh so hard the first time I saw it

[shouyuus]

VI FROM ARCANE WITH PILLOWPRINCESS READER?!?! PLEASEEE ILL TAKE ANYTHING DUDEEE 🙏🙏🙏🙏

send me vi thirsts and i'll give u my hand in marriage

yes bc i feel like she'd love this lowkey midkey AND highkey bc vi's love language is def like 50/50 acts of service and physical touch and she'd love the fact that you trust her so much w/ ur pleasure, the fact that she gets to have this control, and you're always so obedient for her, always asks for permission -- the first time she'd gotten you to the edge and you'd sunk your fingers into her hair, thrashing beneath her, but still forcing yourself to look up at her with your big, watery eyes, asking --

"p-please v-vi -- can -- can i?"

she knew that she was done for like done for, the way she knew if she said no, you'd listen. the thought had made her head feel woozy, so much so that her fingers had almost paused inside you, and you'd keened, thighs squeezing around her wrist bc you were so, so close.

"holy shit -- yeah, sweetness -- fuck, yeah, come for me --"

and it's not like she doesn't know how much you like it when she manhandles you a bit; she likes it too, she likes it alot actually, how she can jerk you down the length of the bed, press your knees up all the way to your shoulders, wrap her fingers around your neck, or just hold you down and kiss you till you're shaking apart beneath her.

she likes too that all she has to do is say the word, and you'd drop to your knees for her, pliant and willing, your lips falling open for her fingers or her cunt, how you'd make these happy little mewling noises when buried between her legs, so long as she got a hand on your head, a thumb rubbing your cheek.

"do you... do you ever wish i'd do more... stuff?" you ask one day, crinkling your nose, frowning absently down at vi's hair as you braid the longer bits into a single plait, only to tug it loose and do it all over again.

vi glances over her shoulder, "more... stuff?"

"yeah like... be more active when we're, y'know --"

vi laughs, tugging you into her lap, "if you're asking if i'm happy with our sex life, sweetness, the answer is yes, very."

you sigh, nodding even as you tuck your nose into her curve of her neck.

"okay. just asking."

she runs her thumbs against your skin, drawing circles into your waist.

"why? are you happy with it?"

you nod so hard that you almost topple out of her arms, but she catches you, grinning. "yeah! of course i am!"

"then, what's the problem, princess?"

"nothing! just..."

"c'mon pretty, spit it out," she takes your chin between a thumb and forefinger, giving your face a tiny shake. your breath hitches; satisfaction unfurls in vi's chest.

"i saw something online about -- how being too passive isn't a good thing and --"

"ooookay, i'm gonna cut you off right there --" she hoists you up, twisting you around so you're straddling her lap, your face now parallel to hers. she loves the way you're so easy to read, loves that you don't hide your attraction to her, how all she has to do is twitch her lips and you're already gasping.

"open your mouth for me, pretty girl," she says, and you do, your mouth dropping open as she swipes a thumb along your bottom lip before pushing it forward till it's resting on your tongue. you whine softly, hips shifting, but you hold still till she nods her head, "go on, suck."

you close your lips immediately, your tongue laving at the pad of her thumb. she lets out a clipped groan, watching. a few seconds later, she pulls it out with a light pop, grinning as she tracks the slick finger down your chin, tracing up the line of your jaw till she's got her hand cupping the back of your neck.

"that feel very passive to you?"

your lashes flutter, confusion gathering in your eyes before you lick your lips, blush, and give your head a tiny shake. she smiles.

"good answer. so? are we good now, princess?"

"yeah. we are."

"good!" she gives you a quick kiss, patting your hip, "what'dyou want for dinner? i'm thinkin'... it's been a while since we've been to jericho's."

you pout, "what about that other place we've been talking about?"

"what on the wharfside docks?"

"yeah...?"

vi rolls her eyes, even as she sits up and motions for you to get up. you jump up with a bright smile. she sighs, folding her arms.

"go get dressed. ugh, passive -- dunno what you were thinkin' when you asked me that princess."

[xqueen-of-disasterx]

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫: 𝐝𝐚𝐲: 𝟎.𝟏𝟒 - 𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐱

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Bodyguard!Natasha x fem!reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUT, top!Nat, bottom!reader, bratty!reader, slight brattamer!Nat, age gap, car sex, spanking, manhandling?, hair pulling, strap on,

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐲: Natasha is your new bodyguard, who’s not willing to put up with any of your bullshit

𝐀/𝐍: we hit 2000 followers so I got something special planned after kinktober

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 | 𝐏𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧e

Natasha kept her Rey Bens on while she waited outside the college you were attending, you were practically fresh meat in her eyes with your 19 years of age. She would love to leave all this behind and settle down alone somewhere in the wilderness. But Natasha needed your dear daddy's money first, so she was stuck as a glorified babysitter. 

She heard the passenger door slam shut when you entered on your goddamn phone like always. "I thought the driver was gonna pick me up" She scoffed, and asked himself if school uniforms always looked so... slutty "Gotta take up with me" She murmured watching you from the corner of her eye, she knew you why your last bodyguard was fired and it was getting harder by the minute not to step in his footsteps 

You didn’t honour her another glance as you stared into the passing trees and cars which flashed by your eyes as he drove down the streets. Which greatly annoyed Natasha, you weren’t supposed to ignore her like that, like she didn’t even exist to you. She wanted you to look at her with those big doe eyes, while you begged her for more. 

“You’re just gonna stare out the window like that?” Natasha scoffed but still got no reaction from you. “Take that damn things out-“ She reached over and before you could even register she had pulled it out your ear, throwing it in the backseat. 

“They were expensive” you snapped “I don’t fucking care now stop throwing a damn tantrum and relax” She murmured out her knuckles turning white by how hard she was gripping the damn wheel. How she would love to fuck that damn attitude out of you. “Dick” I mumbled under your breath just quite enough for Natasha to overhear. 

“You’re just gonna sit here and pout like a brat?” She asked, not getting an answer from you. “If you behave like one maybe I should just lay you over my knee and give you what brats deserve” She spat and you could clearly see the anger in her eyes. 

“Oh kinky” Your voice was addictive as you teased the older woman “Ist that an invitation?” You could practically see the wheels turning in her brain as she was thinking what to make of that statement. 

Without another word she pulled into an empty park deck and searched for the most desolate place in it. When the engine shut off the room was filled with uncomfortable silence. “Get your damn ass in the back I’m teaching you a lesson” She murmured and you listened. 

She put you over her lap, her hands massaging the flesh of your ass. “You’re such a damn brat” Natasha had to laugh “A damn slut too. Oh what would your dear old man say if he saw you like that” She teased knowing her words would get you. 

But you could only whimper when her hands hitched your skirt up to reveal some pretty pink panties. “I’m sorry” You whined hoping she’d go easy on you now “You’re only sorry because I called you out on your bullshit” 

“You’re gonna count each spank, understood” Natasha asked, her voice filled with mockery. You nodded fast to get it over with in hopes she would  maybe touch you more sensually after. The first slap was almost careful to test water with you, but it still made you yelp. “O- one” you stuttered gripping her leg harder. 

Another smack this time harder “two” She had to smile at your desperate sounds “You’re so cute making those sounds I almost have pity for you” She smirked and you heard how she was savoring this moment. It was satisfying to finally show your place. She adjusted your panties over your cheeks again, her hands cold against your hot flesh. “Such a pretty girl” She cooed, reaching out for your hair to pull your head up “You're a pretty girl isn’t that right?” You moaned out at the word feeling your panties starting to wet “I’m your pretty girl”

By the tenth smack she had brought you to tears, your massacre running down your cheeks and it made Natasha just all the more desperate for a taste. “Learned your lesson baby?” she cooed her hands rubbing over your sensitive skin. You nod wiping the tears from the corners of your eyes. Natashas strong hands pulled you up to strangle her lap. “You want a reward now, don’t you baby girl” She sweetly kissed your neck. 

“Yes” You whispered, hiding your face in her shoulder. You could make out sounds of her jeans opening to reveal her gritty strap “your so wet baby” she hushed pulling your panties to the side “all for you” Natasha hummed satisfied with your answer, she guided you down on her strap only after the tip you were already clinging to her shoulders for dear life. “Aw” She mocked “Is my cock to big for your little pussy” You nodded tears staining your shirt “then you’ll have to learn to take it” 

She guided you further down her strap, you couldn’t help but moan at her intrusion. Once you were bottomed out by the older woman you could swear you’d feel her at your cervix. You started to move up and down her strap, the bouncing making your breaths giggle in her face as licked over your perky nipples. You cried out with each move of your hips, wishing that the older women would just help you. 

But she was busy worshipping your chest, peppering light kisses over your soft skin as she listened to the sweet melody of your moans. “Such a good girl” She whispered, rubbing her thumbs over your sensitive nipples, making you squeak.She noticed your tired expression as you started to feel the burn in your muscles , you simply weren’t used to having to work for your pleasure. 

“You’re you” You cried, after what felt like an eternity for your legs with still nothing to make up for. Her hands went to your waist keeping it grounded, which also made you release a sound of disagreement. “Such a brat” She chuckled.

“You can’t even make yourself cum huh? Guess you’re so dumbed down you need my help with everything” She spat guiding your hips at a much faster pace. She vigorously fucked into your puffy pussy making you squeal like an abused puppy. 

“Fucking slut got what she fucking wanted huh.” She grabbed your hair pulling it back “You gonna cum whore? Gonna cum on my cock like a bitch?” You cried out once more, loving the way she treated you. “Fuck yes” She chuckled still moving you at a fast pace, the harness felt so good against her clit. “Yeah cum on my cock” 

With a few more harsh fucks you came over her lap falling into her embrace. “Good girl” She whispered, her hands rubbing you back. “Did I hurt you baby?” You shook her head recovering from your orgasm. “No, I’m fine… but you didn’t cum” She chuckled “I’m alright, the vision of you was enough for me, but we have to get going before your daddy fires me because we’re so late”

[keisgirl]

those eyes; kozume kenma

pairing; classmate!kenma x reader

wc; 1k

something about golden hazel eyes… guys i don’t know what happened to my border its so thick rn

you weren’t subtle. never had been. boldness came naturally to you—it was easier to speak your mind than to bottle things up. but kenma kozume made it hard to tell if your boldness was a strength or a curse.

he sat in front of you in class, quiet and unassuming, his golden hair falling in soft strands over his shoulders. he always looked like he didn’t belong here, like the noise and chaos of the classroom was something he tolerated, not something he lived in. you found excuses to talk to him. small things at first. a tap on his shoulder here, a whispered question there.

“hey, kenma,” you said one morning, leaning forward. your fingers brushed the edge of his desk.

he turned around, his golden eyes meeting yours, and you forgot what you were going to say.

“what?” he asked, his voice low and indifferent.

“uh,” you stammered, blinking quickly. “just wanted to make sure you were awake.”

his lips twitched, barely a smile, before he turned back around.

that was how it always went. little moments, brief exchanges, where you let yourself get lost in the color of his eyes. they were golden, yes, but not in a sharp, bright way. they were soft, like sunlight through a window, warm and distant all at once.

it was those eyes that made it impossible to stop.

you flirted with him more often than you probably should’ve, pushing boundaries just to see how far you could go.

“you talk a lot,” he said once, without looking at you.

“and you don’t talk enough,” you shot back, poking his shoulder lightly.

he turned, resting his chin on his hand as he looked at you. “too tired for that.”

you laughed, the sound a little too loud, a little too bright. “or maybe you’re just bad at talking to people.”

his gaze lingered for a moment before he turned back around. “maybe.”

your classmate beside you snorted, elbowing you lightly. “you’re so obvious,” they whispered, their voice dripping with amusement.

“and?” you shot back, refusing to let the heat in your face show.

because sometimes, kenma’s small reactions—the faint smiles, the soft looks—made it feel like maybe he didn’t mind. like maybe your voice wasn’t just another sound in the background. but other times, your teasing bounced off him like rain against glass, leaving no mark at all.

“you’re always so serious,” you said one day, leaning forward to tap his shoulder.

he didn’t turn around right away, and your heart sank.

“kenma,” you tried again, softer this time.

he finally turned, his expression blank. “what?”

“nothing,” you said quickly, forcing a laugh. “just wanted to see your face.”

his eyes lingered on yours for a moment, and you felt your chest tighten.

“you’re weird,” he muttered, turning back around.

it wasn’t the first time he’d said that, and it probably wouldn’t be the last.

your classmate leaned closer, their voice low enough not to draw attention. “he’s got you wrapped around his finger.”

“shut up,” you mumbled, though you knew they were right.

you’d trapped yourself in a cycle you couldn’t break. because for every small smile, every fleeting moment when he let his guard down, there were ten times when he didn’t react at all. when he turned away before you could even finish speaking, leaving you to wonder if you were wasting your time.

you were wasting your time.

you knew that.

kenma wasn’t indifferent out of cruelty; he just didn’t see you the way you saw him, but something about the way he didn’t move when you tapped his shoulder or the rare way his lips curled when your jokes hit their mark kept you trying.

“if you keep ignoring me, i might have to find a new seat,” you said one day, leaning a little closer than usual.

he turned around, his golden eyes narrowing slightly. “then find one.”

your heart twisted, but you smiled anyway, masking the sting of his words. “nah. you’d miss me too much.”

he didn’t respond, but the faintest flicker of a smile crossed his face before he turned back to his desk.

it wasn’t enough.

it was never enough.

you wanted him to see you—not just as the annoying person who sat behind him, but as someone who mattered. someone he might actually care about. but kenma kozume wasn’t someone who gave much of himself away, and you were too far gone to stop hoping for a piece of him anyway. you told yourself it didn’t matter, that you’d take what you could get.

but every time you looked into his eyes, you felt yourself falling deeper, and you knew there was no one there to catch you

[sugawhaaa]

🕯BANGCHAN ONE-SHOT🕯

♟️👑The fall of a king👑♟️

Warnings:: MENTIONS OF RELIGION If you are faithful I highly recommend not reading this and if you do I do not take religious criticism

Genre:: fantasy, demon AU, slow burn

Pairing:: demon!king!bangchan x fem!angel!reader

A/N:: this story has got me hooked. Too bad no one's reading this series 💀 womp womp their loss

Taglist:: @velvetmoonlght @lattyjiji

🎧::

As Bangchan walked back from Lee knows room he looked worried and stressed, so much so he bumped into you. He quickly grabbed you. "Oh sorry," he smiles and helps you back up to balance. "How are you finding your stay here?" He smiles and you glance around nervously. "Is everything okay? You seem...anxious?" He leans down to your level slightly and you shake your head.

"I'm okay just...Minho is on my mind..." you sigh and Bangchan nods.

"I understand. It's hard the first time you see...it," he looks down. "Here, why don't you come to my room with me and we can talk about it okay? There's...some things I think you should know," he smiles and a hint of excitement jolts through you. You were finally getting some answers in this twisted place.

Once Chan led you to his room, the two of you sat on the bed and Chan began telling the story of a lifetime. "Minho was the first lord I came across. I didn't know it at the time but, haha, he's a handful. He was terrorizing my castle here in Hell and I went out to face him, sword and shield in hand. I was told he was some kind of indescribable creature. Wings, tail, horns, scales, fangs, and glowing eyes. He was a beast," your eyes widen at bangchans description of past Lee know.

"He was a beast?" You repeat and Chan nods.

"But once I sheathed my sword I realized he had a human soul and most of all his eyes were fearful. Somehow I got the fool to calm down and he was just a young boy, only about 10 years old," Chan explains, and the story enticed you. "I took care of him and raised him as my own. Before I knew it this little boy is a grown man. He still has outbursts, like you saw, and sometimes he gets destructive but he has come a long way. Honestly, I'm proud of him,"

Minhos story of growth had you feeling a lot better honestly. He used to act like this all day everyday but he's brought it down to once every maybe 2 to 3 weeks. What a strong man...then you thought of the words you overheard from Chan "You're being weak". You look up at Chan but only find sincerity in his eyes.

"Something else is on your mind. Am I right?" He puts a hand to your back, below your wings, and you nod.

"I just...I feel like everyone here is hiding something from me. I feel...distant," you look down at your hands and bangchan smiles.

"Well that's how most people are in Hell. Everyone here has painful, very painful, stories that they don't just share with anyone. You need to build your relationship with these demons Y/N. They aren't just any people. They are made from history," Chan explains and you look up at him surprised.

"What do you mean made from history?" You ask eagerly and Chan laughs.

"As you know we are the eight sins of humankind so we were born from events that heavily displayed these human sins. When Athelstan began his rule over England I was born. During the first mass murder or war, were not quite sure, Minho was born. Hyunjin was born during the Egyptian times and Changbin was born in ancient Rome. However we are not as old as these times. It's a little hard to explain," Chan blushes.

"How was...how was Hyunjin born? Isn't lust kind of...I dunno always been around?" You shrug and Chan laughs.

"I suppose you're right but the Egyptians fed into the lust the most out of all history, supposedly. You also have to remember that Egyptians came very early in the history of the world," Chan explains and you nod. "So they were some of the first people to feel this lust to reproduce and Hyunjin was born,"

"Hyunjin must be powerful..." you look down at your feet. "Even I've felt his strength," you admit and Chan smiles.

"I think we all have," he puts a hand on your back. "And we believe that Hyunjin is one of the strongest lords, if not the strongest. Humans are dirty creatures," Chan winks. "Maybe you should talk to Hyunjin about some of this if you're so curious," bangchan suggests and you blush.

"N-No I couldn't...he...he scares me," you admit and bangchan laughs.

"But Minho doesn't? Or Felix? I saw you sitting in Felix's room," Chan elbows your shoulder and his comment confuses you. "C'mon, let's go pay Hyunjin a visit. He gets lonely easily," Chan laughs and you feel paralyzed as he drags you to hyunjins room.

《??? Ending》

"What an idiot!" Envy slams his hands against the table startling sloth awake. "Going to lust before me. He knows. he's trying to piss me off!"

"Oh shut up Chan doesn't care about you," sloth rolls his eyes. That sentences strikes Envy in the heart.

"Fuck off you useless pest. Get out of my room damnit!" Envy stomps over to Sloth. "Everyone loves to push my damn buttons," Envy sighs.

Masterlist

[babyonboard]

Ultraviolence | part 2

Bradley Bradshaw x F!Reader x Jake Seresin

click here to read part 1!

Summary: You and Bradley loved each other, and Jake Seresin was just your old friend from high school who you tried to pay no kind to. At least that’s how it used to be.

Word Count: 8.9k

Warnings/tags: 18+ MDNI, infidelity, Bradley sucks, angst, smut, oral, choking, Jake Seresin has a praise kink because I said so, a little redhead slander (I am so sorry if you’re ginger).

Announcement: Yes I know part one came out a year ago. Yes I know nobody cares anymore. I want to get back into writing again and this has been sitting in my drafts for so long.

It had been 2 weeks, and you hadn’t confronted Bradley. But, in terms of how he’s been treating you, it’s been paradise. Things were back to how they used to be, or at least that's how it looked on the surface. You wondered if the girl he was cheating with is still in the picture or not. You wondered about her a lot. It was really hard to not think about her. In fact, you thought about her so much that you had a clear picture of what you thought she looked like in your mind. Of course, she’s blonde. Shiny, silky, long blonde hair. She’s slightly shorter than you, with a slightly better figure. Her tits were bigger than yours, and her stomach is flatter. She had a bright white smile and a bubbly personality. 

You hated her. But you also felt sorry for her. 

Jake had been literally blowing up your phone. He called and texted you so many times. You responded at first, saying you hadn’t confronted Bradley yet, but you were going to. He asked you every day after that if you had done it yet, and you never responded. The only other text you responded to was when he said he was worried that something happened and you needed help. It was embarrassing, that’s the real reason you didn’t want to talk to him. It was embarrassing that you were prioritizing guilty attention over your own self respect. 

One day when Bradley got home from work, he was pissed. “What’s wrong, baby?” You asked from the couch as he kicked his shoes off. 

“Hangman’s just the same fucking dick he’s always been.” He mumbled.

At this point, you were all ears. “What’d he do?” You set your book down on your chest..

He shook his head. “Always in everyones fucking business.” He grumbled and went into the kitchen.

Interesting. You pulled your phone out and went to text Jake to ask him what he did, but when you opened his contact, you saw that he had texted you this morning and you didn’t see it.

Since you’re not gonna call him on it, I will.

On your day off, Bradley asked if you could bring his laptop to work because he forgot it. Of course, you eagerly got in the car and drove it to him. When you entered the office building on the base, you tried to remember your way around. And because you fucking deserve it, because of some kind of weird karma from the universe, Jake was the first person you saw.

“Hey.” He said slowly, his eyebrows furrowed. You half smiled and gave him a nod, hoping that was the end of the interaction. It wasn’t.

He came closer to you, ducking his head like he was trying to be secretive. “Can I talk to you?” He said softly. His presence made you want to break down crying in his arms. It made you resent Bradley in a way that was unlike you.

“Jake, no. Not now.” You shook your head, trying to move around him. He blocked you and you gave up all too easily. 

His hand came up to your shoulder, resting it softly on you. He towered over you, but he was still so gentle. “I’ve been trying to get a hold of you but you never answer. Me and Nat saw that girl with Bradley again, they were in his car, and we were able to find her on facebook. Her names Clara and-”

“God, you're a lifesaver.” Bradley groaned in delight, entering the lobby. Both of your heads whipped in that direction. You forced a smile and laughed, shrugging Jake’s hand off of your shoulder. As Bradley walked closer, you and Jake looked at each other. His eyes had sympathy and a little bit of anger, and yours said don’t-say-another-fucking-word. You could tell it made Bradley physically uncomfortable that you and Jake were talking to each other. Actually, the energy in that room made all three of you uncomfortable. It also made him uncomfortable that neither of you were saying anything. “Did I miss something?” 

“No! No, here you go.” You held his laptop out to him, forcing a smile. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and kissed your forehead. You were so embarrassed you almost recoiled when he touched you. 

“I was just gonna show her where your office was. She looked lost.” Jake’s voice was noticeably different. It's almost like it went back to normal, he sounded so much softer when he talked to you.

The tension between Bradley and Jake was intense. They both had an obvious dislike for each other that was never there before.

“You wanna see my office, babe?” He looked down at you. You nodded enthusiastically. 

“See ya Hangman.” He said, pulling you away from the magnetic force of a man that is Jake Seresin. 

Back in Bradley’s office, you felt sick to your stomach. From the little information you were able to hear, he is not done with that girl. And now, you have a name to put to that stupid fucking face that you can’t stop thinking about. Leaning against Bradleys desk, you couldn’t help but stare at the picture of the two of you that sat front and center. It was from your wedding. You were both laughing, wrapped completely around each other. The happiness that you had in that picture, the happiness that was in endless supply, surrounding you every second of every day, was nowhere to be found now. You haven’t seen it for a while. 

It was different this time. When you first found out he cheated, you were sad. Cried whenever he wasn’t around, threw up, the whole nine yards. Now, just finding out that it is still going on, you were mad. So mad it was almost funny. For some strange reason, you wanted to laugh. An anger unlike anything you have ever felt in your entire life brewed in each and every cell of your body. It was white hot and it was making you sweat.

Sitting down at his desk, Bradley’s eyes were on you. “Are you okay?” His voice was worried, like he might be in trouble if you’re not. “You look sick.”

You nodded. “Yeah. I’m fine” You smiled. The familiar feeling in your stomach, the same one you got when Jake had first told you, started crawling up your throat. You were absolutely disgusted by him and it was making you sick to look at him. 

He reached out and touched your leg. “Come here.” He spoke softly.

You pushed off of the desk and away from his hand. “I have to go. I have a call- a work call- in a little bit.” You scrambled for an excuse. 

“Oh.” He said.

Backing up towards the door, he looked increasingly worried with each step you took. “Bye, see you at home.” You said, giving him no time to respond or question as you walked out. Out in the hallway, you could finally breathe. You stood still for a few moments, the cool air conditioning of the building filling your lungs as you took long, deep breaths. This time is different. He knows what he’s doing to you and he’s happily letting it happen. You were fucking done with him. Your legs started working again and you made your way down the eerily quiet hallway. That place feels like a museum, everything looks clean and untouched. 

As you were inspecting the cleanliness while you walked, you stopped in your tracks when you read “Lt. Jacob ‘Hangman’ Seresin”. This was his office. You looked around the hallway, saw nobody, then knocked lightly. “Come in.” You heard his muffled voice say on the other side. The door clicked as you opened it, peaking your head inside like you thought you would be bothering him if you came in. He was standing behind his desk with papers in his hands. When he saw you, his posture and his eyes softened. He dropped the papers onto his desk.

“Hey.” You said, still not fully stepping into the room. 

“Come sit.” He said. You shut the door behind you and you were finally able to let your guard down. You took a shaky breath and walked over to his desk. Not wanting to intrude, not wanting to make yourself at home, you stayed standing. 

You cleared your throat. More than anything, you wanted answers. “Can I see a picture of her?” 

He started walking around to meet you on the other side of his desk. His desk was much more neat than Bradley’s. Bradley’s was littered with pictures and trinkets and notes. Jake had a couple of awards on display off to the side, and that was mostly it. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Jake. Please.” You pleaded, trying to be as stern as you could even though your voice shook.

He looked down to the ground. Without a word, he pulled his phone out of his back pocket. It was silent as he typed a few words and your stomach started to twist again. 

He cleared his throat. “Here.” He had her facebook page pulled up.

To your surprise, she was not blonde. Well at least not all the way. She had strawberry blonde hair and dark eyes. And of fucking course, she had dimples. But the biggest thing that stood out was how young she looked. With a second more of scrolling, you saw “UCLA class of 21” in her bio. “Class of 21?” You gasped. You and Bradley were both 30. She was 22 at most. That pissed you off even more, you felt like you couldn’t even see straight. 

Jake grabbed the phone out of your hands. “That’s enough.” He said, putting it back in his pocket. You saw her full name, it’s burned into the back of your eyelids, you could look her up later. 

It was quiet again. Jake didn’t know what to say. He had a million things he wanted to say, but none of them were a good idea right now. 

“I’m sorry you got dragged into this.” You admitted shamefully.

“Y/N.” He sighed “Don’t say you’re sorry, none of this is your fault.”

Looking down at the ground, you were unable to meet his eyes. “I don’t know. She’s so pretty and she-”

“Hey.” His voice was stern, it made you flinch. His hand came up to your chin and lifted your head to look at him. “This was not about you. This is about Bradley being selfish. You are prettier than her. You understand me?” His hand was still gripping your chin. You nodded, eyes locked in his. “You are so god damn beautiful, and Bradley is fucking crazy for not giving you the world.” His grip got softer as he spoke that sentence, but he didn’t move his hand. “Got it?” He asked.

“Yes.” You agree softly. He was breathing hard and his jaw clenched like he was mad. Not that you would ever admit it, but it was sexy. Your knees started to feel weak. Jake has an effect on you that Bradley never did. Right now, it felt like Jake knew that. That he knew he had some otherworldly effect on you and your knees were getting weaker by the millisecond. 

“You promise?” He spoke, almost in a whisper. You realized he had dipped his head down at some point, and you tilted yours up. 

“Yes, Jake.” You whispered back. You could feel his breath on your lips, making your eyes flicker down at his. Now you couldn’t look up. 

Within seconds, everything that Bradley had done to you flashed through your mind in a blur. The most prominent image was him with that 22 year old fucking ginger underneath him. It only made sense to tip your head up further to kiss Jake. 

When Jake first found out about the other woman, he knew this day would come, and he swore he wouldn’t take it too far when it did. But right now, now that your warm lips were touching his and he could taste the toothpaste on your tongue and it felt like his whole body was completely lit up, he didn’t know if he could stop himself.

It felt good in so many different ways. It felt good, like a sort of revenge against Bradley. It felt good to be kissed by someone who actually wanted you. And it felt so good because it was Jake. 

His hand on your jaw threaded back through your hair, his other pulled you fully against him. He kissed you eagerly, like he couldn’t get enough. Your heart was pounding so hard that it felt like it was about to explode out of your chest, like your whole body was struck by lightning and each one of your nerve endings was on fire. It was feverish and nerve wracking and wrong but so fucking right. He backed you up until the back of your thighs hit the edge of his desk, making the desk shift slightly on the floor. Both of his large hands cupped your face, his fingers reaching to the back of your neck. 

His hips pushed yours back even further; he wanted you on his desk. Of course, you complied. His big, shiny desk creaked as you adjusted yourself on it and opened your legs to let him stand in between them. Your shorts rode up your thighs and his hands were on that exposed skin immediately. The only sound in the room was both of your heavy breathing. Your tongue swiped along his bottom lip, which he took as a green light to stick his tongue in your mouth. This was the most exhilarated you had felt in years. It was different from the many make out sessions you had with Bradley throughout your life, it was so much more intense. There was so much more meaning behind it, so much fire. 

It’s obvious to anyone with a brain that Jake is rough in nature, especially in bed. Oddly enough, he was taking it easy on you thus far. That is until you felt his fingers graze against your neck, seemingly testing the waters. You tried to kiss him harder, tried to say yes without actually saying it. He must’ve got the message, his huge hand covered your throat, his fingers wrapping around it. It wasn’t choking as much as it was holding you in place. His teeth pulling your lip made a short whine come from the back of your throat, completely unintentionally. This made him rip his lips away from yours, his hand still holding your throat. 

He held your face an inch away from his. “Did you lock the door?” He sounded so different, his voice was so much deeper, so much darker than normal.

You managed to shake your head within his grasp. The door isn’t locked, there is no way you could have predicted this was going to happen when you walked in 10 minutes ago. It was logical to assume he was going to go lock it, your husband was literally two doors away. Jake Seresin is anything but logical, you should know this by now. He kissed you again, so much dirtier this time. Wasting zero time, his hands were back on your thighs. Unexpectedly, your legs were lifted off the desk and pulled forward, leaving you laying on the desk. Jake pulling your shorts and underwear down your legs, kneeling as he did so, was a sight to fucking behold. 

A loud sigh left his mouth as he set his gaze on your pussy. It was nothing short of heavenly, celestial even. For the last 8 years, you were forbidden fruit, and now he’s on his knees right in front of you, ready to taste you, ready to sin. 

Stopping didn’t cross your mind once. Actually the only thing on your mind the whole time was more. It wasn’t even revenge at this point, it was desire in its purest form. Papers on his desk shifted under your hair, a few of them slipping onto the floor, not that you noticed. 

Slowly, almost experimentally, he runs a single finger through your slit. It struck you that it was gonna be really hard to stay quiet. “You this wet for me?” He faked flattery, pulling his finger away. 

“Jake, please.” You whined. Trying to get him to do something, you lifted your legs up so your calves rested on your shoulders. 

“I wanna take my time with you.” He pressed a kiss to your clit, the light touch sending jolts throughout your whole body. “Give you what you deserve.”

Apparently, ‘taking his time with you’ meant diving into you and going absolutely feral. It was feverish, the way he licked and sucked you was so greedy. There was no time for you to feel bad about squeezing his head between your thighs, but you suspected he liked it anyway. He does. His nails dug into your thighs so he could hold onto you for leverage. There was no way of telling if he was sucking or biting your clit, but whatever it was, it made your vision blurry and your thoughts completely disappear. It was necessary for one of your hands to cover your mouth or else this whole office would know how good Jake is. 

All this time, his cockiness was not for nothing. You understood why he had girls obsessed and delusional, you would do the same for this treatment. Maybe he’s had a lot of practice, but there is no way he is this fierce with every other girl. He was making you feel like you were the only girl in the world, like your head was spinning. He didn’t use his fingers, he really didn’t need to, his mouth already had you fighting to not cum so quickly. Ever intuitive, the only time he broke away from you was to say “Give it to me” against you. His deep voice sent vibrations through your core to your fingertips. The bright fluorescent light above you seemed to expand as your vision went white. The air left your lungs, your head spun, every muscle in your body tensed. His tongue worked you through your orgasm perfectly, and he let you grind against him as you hit your peak. “Good fucking girl.” He moaned against you.

Once he was positive you were done, he reluctantly pulled away. If he had it his way, he would keep you just like this all day. You couldn’t sit up yet, all you could do was lay there and catch your breath. 

Jake knew this was bad. Not because you were his best friend's wife, but because now he had a taste and he knows he won’t be able to stop any time soon. He picked your underwear up off of the floor and gently slid them onto your shaky legs. You let him dress you again, eyes still closed. When he was done, you sat up and the look he gave you was nothing short of sinister. 

He leaned his hands on the desk on either side of you, looking at you like he wanted you to say something. You brought your hands up to either side of his face and kissed him in response, words could not do what he just did to you justice. This kiss was much slower than the rest, he let you taste yourself on his lips. 

Two voices talking in the hallway passed his door, making the two of you jump apart. The voices faded down the hallway, leaving the two of you tensed. For a second, the only thing either of you could do was look at each other. Every emotion possible coursed through your body, and you didn’t know whether to smile or cry or laugh or kiss him again. 

“Jesus, Y/N.” He finally spoke, stunned and shakily. “I didn’t think that was actually ever gonna happen.”

That made you smile. He had thought about it before, which came as no surprise. The cold air of the office washed over you, bringing you back into reality. “You are…” Words failed you, nothing could describe how you felt. “So good.”

Of course, his cocky smile made an appearance. You could no longer judge him for it, he has every right in the world to be cocky. “You better leave before your husband sees you here.” He backed up to let you get off his desk. 

“Yeah.” You agreed begrudgingly, looking down at the ground. You got a sight of your legs, your thighs were glistening and there were nail marks in them. 

As you stepped away from him, he grabbed your arm. “This isn’t a one time thing. At least not for me.” He spoke inches from your ear. “And lock the door next time.”

You swallowed. “Okay.” 

Back at home, you had 2 hours before Bradley got back. You had done your mourning of the relationship, you had spent your time wishing Bradley was different for weeks. Wishing he was sorry. But he’s not. And he’s never going to be. You could continue to be sad, continue to be a victim, continue to cry every day. But there were some other options.

A quick google search of the name that was burned into the back of your eyelids; Clara Bitner, you found her facebook. There was a time where you felt sorry for her. Bradley had obviously lied to her and she got caught up in something she didn’t even understand, so she was probably hurt too. But now that you know she has chosen to continue seeing your husband when she knows he’s married, you hate her. It’s so unfortunate that she was pretty. It would help if you could look at her pictures and say she was ugly, but that wasn’t an option. She had long strawberry blonde hair with deep brown eyes and classic southern charm. She was from Tennessee, but she went to UCLA, and now she’s a kindergarten teacher. “Of fucking course.” You scoffed at her occupation. Is there anything bad about this girl? She had a lot of friends and she lived in a beach condo maybe 20 minutes from here. You had been scrolling for a while, and a certain picture made you stop in your fucking tracks. It was a picture from her 22nd birthday dinner, all of her friends sitting around the table smiling, and there was Bradley. He was sitting next to her with his hand resting on her leg, with a huge fucking smile on his face. It was posted 4 months ago. If he was important to her enough to go to her birthday dinner four months ago, you didn’t want to know how long they had been seeing each other. 

How did he have time for this? This wasn’t a hook up, it wasn’t an affair, it was a second life. You began to think about all of the flight tours, weekend trips, and week long missions he had gone on in the past year. How many of those were lies?

Your marriage is completely ruined, 100% done. You could mope about it. Or you could keep having fun of your own.

By the time you heard the garage door opening, you were in the kitchen making dinner. You played the song “Jolene” by Dolly Parton because it was ironic and weirdly specific to your life right now. And it was just plain funny. 

 The front door opened and you turned the volume up. “Hey baby!” He shouted from the front of the house.

“Hi!” You said. Acting normal was going to be harder than you thought. You heard him playing with the dogs for a moment, baby talking and petting them. 

His footsteps approached the kitchen and you took a deep breath. “God, you look sexy.” He said.

You were wearing shorts and a t-shirt and no makeup. You brushed off his comment as guilty flattery.

He came up and you had to brace yourself. He wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed the side of your neck. It made you fucking sick. 

Not replying, you started humming along to the music. He swayed with you for a moment so you started singing.

You’re beauty is beyond compare,

With flaming locks of auburn hair,

Ivory skin, and eyes of emerald green.

“I love this song.” You stated. 

“Mhm. Dolly’s the best.” He unwrapped his arms from you.

Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene

I'm begging of you please don't take my man.

He side eyed you and you stared right back at him. Yet, in perfect Bradley nature, he played it cool, walking to the other side of the counter.

“Poor Dolly.” You sighed. “Especially since that bitch Jolene is ginger. That just plain sucks, getting cheated on with a red head.” Trying to focus on the pot you were stirring, you couldn’t help but look up at him. His tongue was in his cheek and he had a terrified glint in his eyes.

“What?” You asked innocently.

“Nothin’.” He shook his head and walked away. 

This was kinda fun.

“You have any plans tonight?” You asked Bradley over dinner. It was a Friday, so you figured he was going somewhere, be it with Clara or not.

“Eh, Jake and Javy wanna go watch the game at a bar, I’ll probably go.” He said. “D’ you?”

That was probably a lie. “I think Jenna wants me to come meet her baby, so I’ll probably go over there. Plus she said she needs a wine night.” Jenna was your coworker, and she hasn’t even had her baby yet. It was so empowering to lie back.

While Bradley did the dishes, you got out your phone to clear some things up.

Are you hanging out with Bradley tonight?

“What time do you think you’re gonna go?” You asked from the table. His eyes were on the dishes and it was incredible how he lied so often without flinching while it made your adrenaline rush and your heart pound. 

“7:30, 8?” He said. 

No? Is he saying I am?

The feeling you got was the perfect definition of disappointed but not surprised. It’s a confirmed lie now. “Okay, that’s probably what time I’ll leave too.”

Yes. He’s leaving at 8. Can I come over then?

Of course.

Were you doing this purely to get back at Bradley? No, not entirely. That was a huge driving factor in your actual actions towards Jake, but you’ve always wanted to, so part of it is something you’ve always wanted. 

Not long after dinner was cleaned up, Bradley was kissing your forehead and heading out the door. You watched out the window as his car pulled out of the driveway, and once it disappeared down the street, you rushed up to your room. There was a lacy black bra and thong set you had just bought waiting for you in your closet. Once you pulled it on, you admired yourself in the mirror. If Bradley won’t appreciate it, Jake sure will. You exchanged your t-shirt for a sweatshirt, you didn’t want to look like you were trying. Obviously, you were. 

After spraying yourself with perfume and taking too long to decide what scent of lotion you wanted to use, you nearly ran down stairs and slipped your shoes on. A quick goodbye to the dogs and you were out the door. It seemed that every time you drove to Jake’s you were rushing. While you were driving you thought about what you were going to do when you got there, fully intending to be bold and get straight to it. The fluttering nervousness in your stomach made you feel like you were a teenager again, you hadn’t been nervous to see a boy in years. When you pulled in the driveway, the boldness started to fade out, and you almost felt shy. There was a split second where you felt guilty, your conscience waved a huge red flag and your brain told you this was wrong. One thought about where Bradley actually was right now, and you swung the car door open and got out. The thought that Bradley probably just got to Clara’s fueled your steps, and by the time you made it to the front door, you were seething. Hopefully Bradley has fun tonight, because you sure will.

Despite the vengeance coursing through your body, you knocked lightly on the door. All too quickly, the lock clicked and the door opened. “Hey, Y/N.” Jake said casually, like you weren’t his best friend's wife. He was freshly showered, his hair was still a little damp. He wore gray sweatpants and a white shirt that was entirely too tight around his biceps. 

“Hi.” You said simply. He stepped back, allowing you to come in. It was quiet, and when he turned around to face you, there was an unmistakable anticipation present. It made a shiver run up your spine and goosebumps breakout on your arms. He nodded his head as a way to say ‘follow me’, and started leading you through the house. Silence still hung in the air. It felt like a volcano waiting to explode, like the calm before a storm. 

You made it to his room, and your heartbeat started to speed up. It was getting real now. You had never seen his room before, but it’s just as nice as you expected. Jake has expensive taste, and his whole house reflects that. His bed was lazily made, but the rest of the room was spotless. 

He reached his bed and sat down on the end of it. The way his hooded eyelids cast a shadow over his eyes made you notice how dark the lighting was in there. Unsure of what to do, you just stood and looked at him. He led you here without a word, he should know what to do now. 

“Come here.” He said darkly, the voice you heard in his office earlier that day made a return. He spread his legs open so you could stand between them, a complete contrast to what happened on his desk. You still hadn’t said a word since you walked in the house, but you didn’t need to, your body said it all. The back of your thighs fit perfectly in his hands, and his shoulders fit perfectly in yours. His huge warm hands on the back of your legs made you want to melt into the floor. “Do you want this?” He asked, looking up at you. 

Bradleys face flashed in your mind. So did Clara’s. You nodded.

“Say it.” His grip tightened on your thighs. 

“I want it.”

“You want what?” He was really making you work for it, apparently.

You went to say it, but you hesitated. It sounded worse out loud. “I want you to fuck me.”

You swear his eyes changed in that instant. He let go of your thighs and pushed you back lightly, confusing you for a moment. “Strip.” He said. Heart in your throat, your jaw could’ve dropped to the floor. This was a lot. But you liked it. 

Taking a deep breath, you started by kicking your shoes off. It only felt right to tease him, so you toyed with the rim of your sweatshirt for a moment. You slowly lifted it over your head, taking your sweet time. When you finally got it off, you heard him exhale. You secretly thanked yourself for wearing such a nice bra. The dim lighting made his face darker, but you could still see the pure lust in his eyes. Next, you hooked your finger in your shorts and pulled them down, revealing the underwear you picked out just for him. Once you kicked your shorts off of your feet, you reached your hand behind your back to unclip your bra.

“Leave it.” He said. You dropped your hands and let him look at you. He reached his hand out to you, making you step forward and grab it. As he was pulling you towards him, his eyes moved all over your body. “You pick these out for me or for him?” 

Your face grew hot. “You.” You replied softly, your hand still in his. He used his grip on your hand to pull you down to kiss him. It was searing, and for a second, both of you reveled in the feeling. Without him having to ask, you climbed on top of him, stradling your legs on either side of him. When your core felt how hard he was under his sweatpants, it made your whole body twitch. If that’s what simply feeling him through his clothes felt like, you had no idea what was going to happen when he actually fucked you. He must have felt it too, his hands gripped your ass and pulled you closer to him. 

Things were moving quickly, but it was still entirely too slow. He flipped you over onto your back and sat up to take his shirt off. This was by far not the first time you had seen Jake with his shirt off, but by god, it was the best. Maybe he was flexing, but you didn't care. He was sculpted like an angel, like there wasn’t a single flaw about his body. His hair got messed up when his shirt was pulled over it, it ruffled the top. It only made him look hotter. It was hard to not notice his dick through his gray sweatpants, and simply the size of his bulge made you nervous. When he bent back down to meet your lips, you kissed him in a rushed manner. It was beyond the point of wanting him, you needed him. “You want my mouth again?” He asked against your lips.

The thought made your eyes roll back in your head. Yes, you undoubtedly wanted his mouth, but you needed him inside you more. You hooked your fingers in his waistband and shook your head. He got the message, but that didn’t mean he was going to give you what you wanted right away. He used both of his hands to pull your underwear down. “Slutty fuckin’ panties.” He mumbled. Your lips met again and it felt like you couldn’t spread your legs any wider for him. Without warning, without a single preliminary touch, he stuck two of his fingers inside of you. This earned a theatrical reaction from you, like it was the first time someone has touched you that way. While it wasn’t the first time by a long shot, it somehow felt like it was, you had never been touched like this. 

“Jake” Was the only thing you could get out of your mouth as he pumped his fingers in and out of you. When you tilted your head back to moan, he took the opportunity to kiss your neck. He felt like he wanted to moan more than you did. His mouth sloppily worked its way down your neck and onto your chest. It would have been smart to ask him not to leave any marks on you, but you didn’t care one bit anymore. Not while his teeth were pulling your bra down. He sucked one of your nipples into your mouth, his fingers were still moving in and out of you. 

“You’re so perfect” He mumbled against your chest. You had never felt a complement that sounded so sincere, just the sound of him saying that made you feel perfect. Under his touch, under his body, under his lips, you were perfect. His fingers curled inside you and your back couldn’t arch any higher, your whimpers couldn’t get any more desperate. He used his arm next to your head to sit up, looking you up and down. His eyes roaming your body didn’t make you insecure or shy, they just riled you up even more. 

His fingers were amazing, but they could only do so much. You both knew what you really wanted. “Please Jake. Please fuck me.” You cried. With one last particularly harsh curl of his fingers, he pulled his fingers out of you. He brought his fingers up to your lips, only having to brush your wetness onto your lips for a second before you sucked them into your mouth without thinking. A low groan came from the back of his throat when you gagged on his fingers, licking your own slick off of him. 

He let his fingers stay in your mouth for longer than they needed to be, purely for the way you looked while taking them. Your eyes bore into his the whole time, and you thought that if he was going to humor himself with this for any longer, you were going to take matters into your own hands. The tips of your nails dragged down his chest, over his stomach, and to the waist of his sweatpants. Teasing was an option, but you couldn’t anymore, your hands gripped his sweats as you pulled them down. While doing so, a realization crossed your mind; he isn’t wearing any underwear. That’s Jake, ever classy. 

He enjoyed letting you do the work, so he leaned down to taste your wetness on your lips. His tongue licked into your mouth, trying to collect anything that was left; the taste of you was addicting, he had gotten a taste in his office earlier, and he knew he was already addicted. You didn’t see his dick right away, but you felt it when you wrapped your hand around it. When you realized how thick he was, your heart fluttered. He was thicker than anything you had ever taken, thicker than your husband. A moan slipped from your mouth into his, and that was his tipping point. Before you could make any further moves, both of your hands were pinned above your head with only one of his. He used the other to pull his sweatpants down further, then line himself up with you. The sound of his breathing was loud as he slid his tip up and down your slit, making you squirm. “God,” he shook his head, his eyes glued to your pussy “you are so fucking wet.”

“Because I’m with you.” You said. It sounded like a simple observation to you, but to Jake it meant that you wanted him, you have always wanted him, the way that he has always wanted you. It meant that you were this wet every time you were around him, the way that he was rock solid every time he was around you. That thought was his breaking point, there was no teasing left that he could do, he slid himself inside of you. You knew that he would stretch you, but the feeling still surprised you. 

“Oh my god.” You whined as he bottomed out. He stopped all of the way inside of you, partially to let you adjust, and partially to revel in the feeling of being inside you. Everything was hazy, his vision, his mind, but he still was able to think about how long he had wanted this. Just the thought of seeing you with Bradley at the bars every weekend, and the fact that you were now underneath him, was enough to make him want to cum. Sweat started to bead on his forehead, and he decided to wait a little longer to start moving, his hand came up to hold your jaw, making you look at him. “You’re so big.” You croaked under his touch. 

His lips were an inch from yours, you could feel his breath. “Take it.” He spat. With that, he started to move. Even with your head against his pillows, you felt lightheaded and your eyes fluttered closed as he pulled all of the way out and went slowly back in. From there, he was no longer slow. It only took seconds for his pace to quicken, until his skin was slapping into yours and the sound was infiltrating your ears. The stretch definitely hurt, but the pain was mixed with the most mouthwatering pleasure. Without even trying, he was hitting the perfect spot deep inside you, and soon the sound of skin slapping was overtaken by your high pitched moans. Without realizing it, he screwed his eyes shut and clenched his jaw, making this last as long as he wanted was going to be a lot harder than normal. You felt his lips against your neck and with his face closer to your ears, you could hear his grunts every time he thrust inside of you. 

His hand was still on your jaw, and even though your wrists had been freed above your head, you hadn’t even noticed. His other hand grabbed onto your hair for leverage. It seemed like his thrusts got harder each time he entered you. “Talk to me, pretty girl. Tell me how you feel.” His tongue swirled behind your ear. 

“So good.” You choked out. “You’re so good, Jake. So, so, so good.” Rambles fell out of your mouth as your arms wrapped around his back. The feeling of nails scratching down his back was one of Jake’s favorite things in the world, so when your long nails stroked all the way from his shoulders to his tailbone, he threw his head back. He sat up so his face was above you again, and slid his hand from your jaw to your neck.

Your eyes found his, and the sight of his tanned, sweaty, toned body above yours made you throb around him. His pace was insane, the pain of him slamming into you was drowned out by the tip of his dick hitting your g-spot with every single thrust. The sight of him, the power behind his thrusts, his size, it was all too much. The tears that had been stinging your eyes for the past 5 minutes started to fall. The throbbing of your pussy and the tightening of your stomach told you that you were close. “J-Jake…” You stuttered. “I’m… I…”

“Beg.” He squeezed your throat. 

“P-Please.” You said the word that you felt like you had already said 50 times tonight. “Please, I’ve waited so long. Please, please, please please please” You rambled, more tears falling. 

“Fuuuck, give it to me.” He groaned and dropped his head, the sight of your doe eyes and tears were going to make him cum himself if he didn’t look away. It didn’t take long after his demand for you to let the wave of pleasure consume you. Mouth falling open, your whole body pulsed and your mind went completely blank. More tears welled in your eyes and the only sensation your body could make out was the feeling of his lips on your jaw. It lasted long and it was powerful, and when you were finally coherent again, there was a noticeable wet spot underneath you. “Good job, sweet girl.” He praised, his sweetness making your stomach flutter. 

Coming back up to hover over you, he kissed you. Believe it or not, Jake is not a complete and total dick, despite popular belief. He had told himself he would not ask you this question, that it would be crossing a line and it could upset you. But, when he pulled away and he saw how fucked-out you looked, and the feeling of your pussy clenching around him clouded his mind, he couldn’t help himself. “Does he fuck you like this?” He asked darkly, his face close to yours.

There was a clear answer. It was staring you right in the face. But saying it out loud just felt wrong. Even more wrong than what you were already doing. “Jake…” You breathed as a surrender. 

“Tell me.” He said. Your mouth opened to answer, then closed again. He raised his eyebrows, his cockiness reflecting in his eyes. To his defense, he had absolutely every right to be cocky about this. You shook your head. “No. Say it.” He said through gritted teeth. 

“No. No he doesn’t.” It came out as almost a laugh. “Nobody ever has.”

“Yeah?” His arms flexed underneath your fingernails that were digging into them. You nodded. 

His energy had an obvious change, the admission had done something sinister to him. He sat fully up and pulled out, earning a loud wince from you. All at once, he grabbed your waist and flipped you over onto your stomach. With one hand, he reached under your stomach to pull you onto your hands and knees. Only having been out of you for seconds, he slammed himself back in. You were already sore, and he wasn’t even done yet. 

Now that your big, tear-filled eyes weren’t staring into his, he was able to start really talking. “Y/N,” one of his huge hands gripped your ass, the other held onto your waist. “I don’t even want to tell you how many times I’ve thought about this.” The only response he got from you was a high pitched whine. “I felt disgusting for thinking about you like that, but I couldn’t help it. It drove me fucking crazy, having to imagine taking you like this every night, my best friends wife.” That probably wasn’t the best thing for him to say right now, but he couldn’t control the words coming out of his mouth anymore. Unbeknownst to him, it just turned you on even more. His thrusts started to lose rhythm, and as much as he would like to keep this going all night, he was coming unraveled. “I always knew I would take better care of you.” He spoke through gritted teeth. “I knew he couldn’t fuck you the way I could. The way you deserve.” 

It felt almost like you were going in and out of consciousness, like you could barely even process his words. Without warning to him or yourself, you pulsed around him and another orgasm poured over your body. No words came from your mouth, and by the end of the second-most powerful orgasm of your life, your body was nearly limp and your face fell to press against the mattress. “Jesus, baby.” Jake breathed. “You just… so much… fuck, where do you want my cum?” he asked, almost rhetorically because of how little time you had to answer. He pulled out at the exact last moment, and you felt his warm cum start to run down your back. He collapsed, trapping your body underneath him as his armed caged around your sides. 

Time felt different, and your hazy mind didn’t know how long the two of you laid there, breathless. Finally, gaining full consciousness, you felt Jake get off of you and walk out of the room. You were smart enough not to turn over, his bedsheets were already wet enough. The feeling of a cold wet towel against your core made your whole body jolt. “Relax, relax.” Jake said, his voice completely different than just a few minutes ago. As he gently wiped your back with the towel, his other hand came to brush hair out of your face, noticing your completely blank expression. “Are you okay?” He asked.

A smile cracked through your lips. You could say the smile was sinister, a I-just-fucked-my-husbands-best-friend smile, or you could say it was pure bliss, a I-just-had-the-best-sex-of-my-life smile. You preferred the latter. “Yeah.” You giggled “You could say that.”

His shoulders relaxed, and a very similar smile spread across his face. While he was putting his sweatpants back on, you glanced at his alarm clock. Nine o clock, it had only been an hour since you left your house. You sunk into the bed with the realization that you had all of the time in the world. Unintentionally, the math of where Bradley is calculated itself in your head. Clara lives further north, on the coast, about 25 minutes from here. Bradley has just gotten started there. 

When Jake climbed in bed next to you, the thought of cuddling made a chill crawl up your spine. For some reason, that felt like crossing a line. It felt more intimate than anything else that had happened in this bed tonight. But, Jake didn’t seem to think twice about it. When his strong arms wrapped around you, and you pressed your cheek against his warm chest, all of your inhibitions melted away. His hand rubbed up and down your back, and your eyes fluttered closed. The feeling of your eyelashes closing against his chest made Jake’s heart swell. Fuck.

-

When you walked up the stairs to your bedroom, the house felt eerily silent. It was unsettling. The stairs didn’t even creek as you walked up them, and your dogs were nowhere to be seen. You started to move quicker towards your bedroom, and you flipped the light on right away when you opened the door.

The sight of strawberry blonde hair splayed across your pillow reflected the overhead light. Your mouth fell open, and you tried to talk, but nothing would come out. Furthermore, you tried to yell, but it felt like you couldn’t even get a breath in to do so. You couldn’t even move your feet. 

Clara’s eyes opened, and she didn’t look shocked to see you. She sat up and met your eyes. A smile spread across her lips. 

Your whole body flinched and your eyes shot open. When you realized you were laying in Jake's bed, you were finally able to take a breath in. The realization made you relax into his arms for a moment, closing your eyes again. When the clouds in your mind started to clear, and you finally had a coherent thought, you realized that you were just asleep. In Jake’s bed. Your eyes shot open again, and your head whipped around to look at his alarm clock. It was 12:30. “Shit.” You gasped. Moving on pure instinct, you rolled out of his bed and started to gather your clothes. By the time your shorts were on, Jake woke up. 

“What’s wrong?” He groggily spoke. 

“We fell asleep. It’s 12:30.” You pulled your sweatshirt over your head. “I have to go home.”

“Oh.” He said. He was obviously not as freaked out as you were, but he wasn’t the one going home to his spouse. The room was quiet while you put your shoes on, and in the darkness you were able to make out Jake’s figure standing up and rubbing his eyes. 

“I’m sorry.” You turned your head to say as you walked out of his room. Fully intending to book it to your car, your rushed movements were stopped by Jake grabbing your wrist right before you reached the front door. He pulled you to his chest and kissed you. His lips were soft, and his hands held your hips gently. Only letting the kiss last a few seconds, you pulled away. You could feel your heartbeat in your ears and you wondered if Bradley had tried calling you, if he was worried about you. Just past his shoulder, you saw Jake's couch, the one you were sitting on when he had originally told you about Bradley’s affair. Just the sight made your blood start to boil. 

You kissed him again. “Goodnight Jake.”

“Goodnight.” His hands left your hips and one last glance was shared between the two of you before you were out the front door. No promises of this happening again, no ‘text me when you get home’, just a pit in both of your stomachs that said this was wrong, but there is no way we are stopping. The air was chilly as you walked to your car and you didn’t have it in yourself to speed home this time. You didn’t care. Driving slowly, you let the radio play softly in the background and when you turned the corner to your street and saw Bradley’s car in the driveway, you hardly reacted. The lights were still on, and with a glance at your phone let you know that he still hadn’t texted or called. 

It was 12:45 and Bradley was on the couch watching TV. Not unusual, but you were still quiet when you walked in. “How’s Jenna?” He didn’t take his eyes away from the TV.

“Good.” You kicked off your shoes. “Her baby is so cute.” While you hoped the questions would stop there, you knew it would be suspicious to just go upstairs right away. How does Bradley do this every day?

He lifted the blanket he was using up so you could crawl under it. His warm skin felt safe and familiar. As usual, his hand fell to your hair to pet it. Closing your eyes, you could already feel the guilt seeping through your skin and crawling up to form a lump in your throat. “How was the game?” You faked curiosity. 

“Mm.” He grumbled. “Philly lost. Per usual.”

You began to wonder if he actually watched it. “How’s Jake?” 

His chest rose under your cheek as he took a breath in. “Good, I think. Same old same old.”

“Mhm.” You agreed. Fucking liar.

An overwhelming feeling of disgust overtook you. He was lying, but so were you. You were just as bad as him. You thought back to the early days of your relationship, when you said you would do anything for each other, you would never leave each other, that you loved each other more than anything in the world. What happened? Where did you go wrong?

Tears stung your eyes and nausea crept up your throat. "I'm gonna go to bed." You sprung off the couch and booked it towards the stairs.

Bradley didn't flinch. "Goodnight." He spoke, eyes glued to the TV "I love you."

You glanced back at him, and maybe if he was looking at you he would see the disturbance of disgust and infidelity on your face. Regardless, you said nothing in response and walked up the stairs silently.

[eternal-love]

GIRLFRIEND

Pairing: Sebastian Kydd x Female!Reader

Summary: It’s your first time being with Sebastian alone. And you never liked how Carrie treated him anyways.

Warning: cheating, sex.

Note: for my darling @aust-een who’s also a sebastian girl. Me and my homies hate Carrie Bradshaw (i’m just like her)

You found yourself alone on the diner, Carrie, Maggie, Mouse and Walt had all told you that they would come too— turns out they lied.

You ordered a burger and sat down alone to eat it in the booth, that’s when you saw Carrie’s oh-so-gorgeous boyfriend, Sebastian. His blond and tall frame shone anywhere he went, he turned towards you and smiled, he walked towards you, you panicked but at the same time you were glad that Donna wasn’t there because she would have totally stolen his attention.

“Hey, y/l/n.” He sat down, with that awful smile of his that made you giggle like a child.

“Hey, Sebastian.” You smiled at him, pushing away your burger and fries. “I thought you’d be with Carrie.”

“I could’ve. But my father told me we could have lunch together…” Sebastian trailed off. “But he left me hanging again.”

“That’s a bummer. What a dick, no offense.” You said, he laughed and shook his head.

“And you, why aren’t you with them in New York?” Sebastian asked, confused. You were a friend group, weren’t you?

But you had no idea that the other had gone to New York with Carrie.

“I had no idea we were going to New York.” You said with a smirk as you grabbed a French fry, you were hurt, of course.

They had excluded you once again.

“Well, they left us both behind.” He laughed as he carelessly started to eat your French fries too.

This was it, it was your opportunity.

“We should hang out.” You said, like a suggestion but you really wanted him to say yes. Sebastian simply smiled and nodded.

“My house or yours?”

You were in his house, he had been kind enough to give you something to drink, albeit, you two started drinking his father’s whisky.

“So you and Carrie have been having problems?” You asked, playing with the glass in your hands.

“What? Why? I don’t,” Sebastian was cut off mid sentence by you.

“Because she’s been bad-mouthing you with us.” You said after cutting him off.

You were doing something that wasn’t in girl’s code, but Carrie hadn’t exactly followed girl’s code since you met.

“I don’t believe you.” Sebastian said, shaking his head.

Busted. You were busted. You tried to think of something, you tried to remember all the times you had to console Carrie after a fight with Sebastian and out of rage she over-talked.

“She does. She says you’re too carefree. Pampered and spoiled.” You lied again, Carrie had never said those words.

Sebastian stared at you, his mouth wide open. He couldn’t believe it, he believed you, you were a good girl and a good friend. But he had a hard time accepting it because he knew that Carrie would say those words.

“Really?” He looked up at you, his eyes glimmered with insecurity. A part of you felt bad, but then again, you really wanted Sebastian for yourself.

“I’m sorry, Seb…” You reached for his hand, squeezing it.

You were dying inside, really. Screeching really.

“I know she tries to be good to you but it never works.” You said, trying to appear comforting.

Sebastián didn’t even say anything, he just kept drinking the whisky.

“You’ve got any boyfriend?” Sebastian asked, trying to change topics.

“Not really. I’m the only single one.” You answered, you were indeed the only one in the friend group who was still single.

“Nah.” Sebastian shook his head while laughing. “You’re bluffing me. You’re gorgeous, how come?”

He called you gorgeous, this was going well.

“I haven’t found the right one yet. And I doubt I’ll ever find him.” You said, lying, of course. Because the one was sitting besides you.

“You will. He’s somewhere out there.” Sebastian said with a smile, bringing the glass to his lips one more time.

You didn’t know if to answer or not, so you stayed silent. And the silence continued, shit, you should’ve answered.

“Somehow, we always get abandoned by the guys.” You said, chuckling. The friend group always seemed to forget to tell you or him about any plan.

“Maybe it’s us against the world.” Sebastian rolled his eyes as he smiled, his hand instinctively going to your knee.

“I like how us sound.” You smiled at him once again, did you ever stop smiling at his direction?

There was a silence before your mind passed on like a train. A part of you wanted to be a good friend and be liked by Carrie and your ‘friends’ but a part of you wanted to get back at her and finally get what you want.

So you leaned in, your lips immediately finding Sebastian’s, you had seen him and Carrie kiss many times, how quickly their kisses would turn into make out sessions. And that wasn’t a reservation for Carrie’s lips, because he was quick to grab your jaw to deepen the kiss.

His tongue dancing with your as he kissed you hungrily, and so did you. You were finally getting what you had been dreaming for months. His kissed were really passionate and hot, you felt yourself getting hotter by the minute.

He pulled you into his lap so you’d straddle him, continuing the kiss. Until he pulled away, his big hand on your cheek.

“This shouldn’t be happening.” Sebastian said, your face fell, shit, was he backing up now?

“What? Why not? You know that Carrie doesn’t care about you.” You said immediately, you stumbled upon your words, your nervousness and guilt were eating you up from inside.

“This is not about Carrie.” He sighed. Your hand went to his chest.

“Then what is it about?” You looked at him with puppy eyes.

“You’re a mess, y/n, no offense. I don’t care if this will be my revenge on Carrie or whatever but I would never take advantage of a distraught girl.”

Aw, you melted completely. You had never wanted to get laid this bad before.

“I’m not drunk, I’m just nervous.” You whispered before leaning down again.

Your lips on his again and your tongue made its way inside his mouth. He moaned into your mouth as well as groaning as he grinned his hips against yours.

“Can you feel how you get me going, y/l/n?” He said as he went to kiss your neck with wet kisses. As you straddled his lap, you fell the hardness of his cock through his pants, it was pressing against your thigh.

You moan in response, his plump lips felt like heaven all over you. He could do anything to you know, you were at his disposition.

It didn’t take long before he laid you down on the couch, he crawled on top of you as he continued to kiss you, his hand went exploring your whole body, until they reached the hem of your pants, his middle finger played with it, as well as with your underwear hem.

He unbuttoned your jeans and helped you take them off, he threw them onto the floor. His attention was then again all on you, his hand teased the sides of your pelvis, drawing small circles with his fingers.

“Please…” it escaped your mouth, but you were in the clouds, you didn’t even notice.

“Good girl.” He muttered softly as his hand pulled aside your already damp underwear, his finger traced your wet slick, making your back arch. That’s how badly you wanted Sebastian.

His thumb went to rub your palpitating clog, he was gentle, he was just getting you ready! You were a moaning mess, you seemed so desperate that it was embarrassing.

“Such a desperate girl.” He didn’t even think Carrie or Donna had ever been a mess like this. But you were different. Specially because of the moans you let out once he inserted two of his long fingers. “There we go…”

He said, curling both his fingers inside of you as his thumb still rubbed your clit. You were up in space. That’s for sure.

You both ended up on his bed, he fucked made love to you and you were smiling ear to ear. Your face buried in his neck as your hand traced his torso.

“You know, Carrie-“ you placed your finger on his lips before starting to kiss his neck.

To be honest, the last thing in Sebastian’s mind right now was Carrie.

It was another day at school, it had been two weeks since you slept with Sebastian. You always saw him with Carrie. But now you knew him.

The way he looked at you, and even when he was talking with Carrie, he was thinking of you. He could do better than Carrie, better than a girl who broke up with him every time she found a slight thing wrong in him or her own life. She didn’t treat him right, he deserved someone like you.

You could be his girlfriend, because you knew he liked you and it wasn’t a secret.

You wanted Carrie to disappear, she was so whatever.

But he was getting sick of it, sick of you looking so hot all the time. With your big hair, your jeans, he hated how tempting you were. One day, he pulled you into a classroom.

“This is what you wanted?” He asked as he towered over you, looking like a total snack.

“I want you to break up with her.” You said, smiling at him.

“Only a girl like you would want their best friend’s boyfriend.” He placed his hands on your waist, playing with the hem of your shirt.

“Best friend? She’s not my best friend. She’s so stupid, I don’t know what the hell were you thinking.” You said, leaning in to kiss him, he was a few inches away still.

“Such a slut.” He whispered before kissing you.

Sebastian knew he had to break up with Carrie, he needed a new girlfriend anyways. And you were that girl, the girl he needed. It left everyone speechless when Sebastian broke up with Carrie and a week later, he was seen with you.

The friend group didn’t even take a second glance before bad mouthing you every time they hung out and saw you and Sebastian on his car. You were living the life, enjoying it while it lasted.

Because with a guy like Sebastian, you never knew.

I’ve had this is drafts since last Wednesday, because I finally finished my final projects!!

[angeleris-artist]

Eulogy from a fan

MCR has been my favourite band for 20 years now. Maybe I’m weird, but I love their music to the point where I have trouble just putting on one of their songs casually or placing one of their songs on a playlist with multiple artists. I like to listen to their albums in full, or at least have a rotation going specifically of just their vast and varied music. I adore just about all music, and they’re the only artist I do this with.

When I first fell in love with MCR—and I fell for them hard—they were a group of five: Gerard, Frank, Ray, Mikey, and Bob. 14-year-old me was absolutely crazy about all of them. I thought they were the coolest people in music, and any small piece of legit information about any of them got me so excited.

Before social media was standard, everything I learned about them I learned from interviews and performance footage. I’ve always remembered Bob as that silly and immensely talented blond guy in the group who was the only one not from New Jersey (Chicago). They did so many group interviews together, and behind-the-scenes music video specials for Fuse, and Bob was always smiling and laughing with the rest of them. They were clearly a family of many talents, and Bob got to finally showcase what he was capable of on The Black Parade.

There is no understating how memorable and standout the drums are on The Black Parade. I don’t know the technical terminology and I’m definitely not a music student, but the drums on that album hit me in the heart, especially on Welcome to the Black Parade. Bob clearly knew what he was doing, loved what he was doing, and as far as the rest of us know, the only reason he wasn’t with My Chemical Romance to the end was because of issues with his wrists.

I loved Bob’s work so much, I went to the trouble of learning which songs on Danger Days had kept his contributions; not surprisingly, they were all my favourites on the album (Na Na Na, Bulletproof Heart, The Only Hope for Me is You, Party Poison, and Save Yourself, I’ll Hold Them Back (my number one fav from DD)). I didn’t hear Conventional Weapons until after they’d broken up completely, but again every song was a banger and again Bob’s work was excellent.

I saw them live twice when Bob was in the band, but the only time I saw all five of them together on stage was in December 2005 (during their TBP tour, at least one of the band members was taking a break for health reasons when I saw them, but I don’t remember who). I’ll never forget how excited I was that first time I saw them, and I’ll never forget how much love I had for all five of them.

I’m not going to speculate about what happened. This is meant to be a respectful message about how much Bob meant to me as a fan during the height of MCR’s career. I’m writing all this knowing as much as the rest of the fan base about his passing, which isn’t much. I read that disgusting announcement by TMZ, same as all of you, and it made me so angry.

Within the first hour of the announcement of his passing, there were already (presumably AI-generated) compilation videos of Bob on YouTube. This is the only reason I’m not bothering to put a video together myself, I can’t compete with robots, so instead I’m here to say that Bob Bryar was and always will be one of the best drummers of the 2000s era of music, and whether you want him to be or not, he is iconic.

I was so sad when I heard he wasn’t in the band anymore, and I’m sad now. He deserved so much better, at the very least he deserved love and support, as we all do.

Rest In Peace Bob.

[art-missy]

"Could we take a shower together ?"

The words immediately reached your ears but slowly, very slowly reached your brain. And once they reached it, they took their sweet time to sink in. You then froze, your eyes widening, your lips slowly parting and whatever object you had in hands falling.

By seeing your reaction, Gekko realized what he just asked. The red started to spread on his cheeks as stuttering laced his tongue.

"W-Wait ! N-Nothing freaky I swear !"

This time, it looked like you stopped breathing, and the young initiator understood that he only worsened your state.

"Not that I was thinking of something freaky !"

He winced when he saw Wingman facepalming in the corner of the room. He cleared his throat and looked into your still wide opened eyes.

"I mean, it has been a while since last time we had some good quality time that isn't just going to bed," a quick glance to Wingman indicated him that the yellow creature were encouraging him. "You know, since we had a lot of ops lately, we barely had a few times just for us."

You unfroze and tilted your head slightly.

"Therefore the shower ?"

Gekko gulped and realized he might have been too bold. Your relationship was still new and in the process of a beautiful bloom. A few months ago, he was still the new agent fetched by Reyna, bubbly and insanely colorful in your eyes. His cheerful voice always followed you since he joined the protocol, and his eyes were always looking for you since he first saw you in the shooting range. He was smitten pretty fast and he never really tried to hide it. It was still hard for him to believe that, even after a few months, you two were dating.

"Alright," you said after a nervous silence. "Let me just get my PJ and towel in my dorm room."

The second you exited the room, a nervous shaky but excited breath escaped his mouth. He exchanged a look with Wingman and he was certain that the radivore would have given him thumbs up if he could. He then hurried in his bathroom to see if he had enough soap and shampoo — and also to tidy his towels and a few clothes. When he heard the door sliding open, he welcomed you with a bright but nervous smile. You tilted your head slightly before putting your stuff near the sink.

"That's a lot of shampoo," you noticed with a light chuckle. "I already knew that you like taking great care of your hair but...wow."

A soft giggle escaped him before it slowly faded. The sight of you turning your back on him and taking off your top made him gulp in an almost comical way. He admired the skin of your back, his gaze lingering on the movement of your muscles beneath your skin.

"You don't undress ?" you asked and raised an eyebrow when he jumped at the sound of your voice.

"Huh ? Yeah of course ! I...yeah," he stuttered, blushing.

He then proceeded to undress while you entered in the shower cabin. He heard you turning on the water and sighing in delight. Once fully naked, he hurried to join you in the shower. He felt his muscle relaxing under the spray of warm water and a delighted sigh escaped his lips.

"Feels good, huh ?" you chuckled, turning your body completely towards him. "I keep pressing Brimstone so we could have hot pools. Can you imagine how good it must feel after an exhausting mission ?"

The water was streaming from your head to the dip of your neck. He smiled and noticed that you were keeping your eyes strictly above his waist.

"Do you think he would accept ?"

You shrugged and grabbed a bottle of shampoo.

"I'm a pressing pro. He'll eventually fumble."

A hearty laugh came out of his chest at your words as he let you grab his shoulders. You gently pushed him to sat down on the shower bench and started to massage his scalp with the shampoo. Gekko already knew that you could make him feel good, but the throaty noise that escaped him was tainted of surprise. The intimate setting, your touch, he felt like he could melt.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and nuzzled his face against your stomach as you kept working on his scalp. Another sigh escaped him.

"You do not only look like a puppy," you murmured, your eyes focused, "you also act like one."

"Thanks ?" he snorted.

You often told him that and the more he spent time with you, the more he believed it.

He closed his eyes when he felt you rubbing the loofah on his skin. Gentle but firm. He thought that it suit you well. He even felt your touch lingering softly on his tattoos. A warm sentiment of fondness bloomed in his chest when he let you tilt his head back and rinse him.

"I should've ask you to shower with me a long time ago," he hummed as he stood up, stretching his back.

"You would've been a nervous wreck," you playfully retorted and Gekko had a quick flashback of how nervous he was at the very beginning of your relationship.

"I still am around you," he admitted, pushing you sat on the shower bench. "Your turn, now."

He drank each one of your reactions ; your sighs, your small smiles, your shivers, all. Once he was done rinsing you, he cupped your face between his hands and pressed a lingering kiss on your lips.

"I don't want this moment to stop," he murmured, his lips adorning a light pout.

You turned off the water, an amused smile on your lips.

"Even for cuddles in bed ?"

"You got me."

You two exited the shower cabin hand in hand and wrapped yourself in towels. He watched you drying yourself then averted his eyes elsewhere. He found you so beautiful, so precious. But he didn't want to make you uncomfortable.

"Thank you for accepting to take a shower with me," he said.

"Thank you for proposing," you replied while putting on a t-shirt.

His eyes widened when he recognized the colorful patterns on the clothe.

"Is that my tee ?"

"It is," you said very casually.

He felt so giddy. If Neon or Jett saw him at the moment, they would tease him to death.

"I should give you more of my clothes."

"I won't say no," you smiled and finished dressing up. "Cuddle time ?"

He nodded eagerly, which made you laugh. He let you drag him to his bed and spoon him under the cover. All his muscles were relaxed, his face was buried against your chest and a pleased hum rumbled in his chest when you started to gently scratch his scalp. All curled up against you, Gekko felt a peace so deep he started to feel drowsy.

"We'll definitely do that again," he slurred.

[anzulvr]

୨୧ On Purpose Karma x (fem) Reader || Chapter: 9 ୨୧

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Kanzaki was over at [Names] house working on a project. Korosensei had randomly paired up students for a school assignment. Kanzaki had always been a likable person, but [Name] couldn't help but feel conflicted. After everything that blew over the first year, could the two really be friends again?

Prior to either of the two girls dropping down to End Class, Kanzaki was close with [Name] and Kaho by association. Out of the blue it felt like [Name] became distant for reasons Kanzaki never knew.

"Make yourself at home Kanzaki!" [Name] smiled, she felt a bit awkward having an old friend over, how long had it been since they last hung out here?

"Thank you! And you don't have to be formal [Name], not calling me Yukiko sounds out of place coming from you."

"Really? I've gotten pretty used to saying Kanzaki. But okay, Yukiko?" [Name] gave a stiff laugh, It was difficult to make conversation with each other after so long.

The girls laid a blank poster on the living room table and got to work. For a while it was quiet. They just focused on the project. Kanzaki wasn't willing to ask the questions she was thinking of, she kept it cordial, and opted for mild questions.

"Sooo [Name], How have you been?"

"Pretty good, and you?"

"I'm good too."

that was cut short.

Alright next topic!

"How's your family?"

"Same as always, and yours?"

"Yeah mine too..."

Before Kanzaki could try again, [Name] unexpectedly spoke.

"Kanzaki I'm sorry."

"Don't be, we haven't talked in a while so it's natural to be uneasy!"

"That's not what I'm apologizing for." [Name] laughed and shook her head, breaking the troubled look on her face for just a moment.

"I'm sorry I stopped hanging around you."

"Was it… something I did?"

The truth was it was never Kanzaki's fault. [Name] just couldn't take it anymore. Constantly being compared to her by friends, even family.

Kanzaki had always been easy to like, she's popular and near perfect. That's what made her so easy to dislike.

Before she met Karma, [Name] had a tiny crush on Sugino, it was the very beginning of first year and it wasn't serious or even mutual. It was obvious he liked her best friend- that in itself was a hard pill to swallow. But the problem in their relationship wasn’t just over a guy, it was everyone. [Name] couldn’t feel appreciated around Kanzaki, still, it wasn’t her fault.

Karma was the first person [Name] felt unconditionally seen by. It didn't matter how amazing her friends were, because he'd always pick her. That was the feeling she was looking for when she stopped hanging around Kanzaki, though now she sees her methods were unnecessary.

It wasn't like Kanzaki showed interest outside of being friends with Sugino at the time, but all the self inflicted hate [Name] harbored throughout the friendship bubbled over. She couldn't help but feel insecure. Not wanting to take it out on Kanzaki or admit her feelings, [Name] stopped going over to her house then she started talking to other girls at school, then she joined the student council and "didn't have time to hang out" anymore.

"You didn't do anything, I'm sorry for being a bad friend."

Kanzaki's shoulders dropped in relief, "It's good to hear you don't hate me, I'm sure you had your reasons."

"...not very good ones."

"I want to be friends again. If you're okay with it."

A series of knocks came at the door, "I'll get that..." [Name] unlocked the door and it swung open in an instant. It was Kaho, her eyes were puffy from crying. Kaho draped herself over [Names] body.

"He broke up with me! Completely out of nowhere!"

[Name] dragged her friend's dead weight back to her living room where Kanzaki was. Kahos awareness came back to her body when she saw her, she turned her head towards [Name] "What's she doing here?" She didn't mean to come off rude, but she'd always been a blunt person.

"We're working on a project for school."

"Actually we can finish up tomorrow if that's okay with you [Name], my parents want me home soon."

"Oh, yeah that's cool with me. I'll see you tomorrow then- Yukiko." Kanzaki smiled on her way out, maybe this meant they’d go back to how things used to be.

Kaho and [Name] went up to [Names] bedroom. The second Kaho plopped herself on [Names] bed the tears began to flow down. "Everything reminds me of him!"

"Alright firstly which one broke up with you, secondly what are you talking about?”

"Preed broke up with me, and I meant your room smells like cologne..."

[Names] eyes widened.

"Wait, Have you had a guy in here?!"

"No! I just. I got an oil diffuser thingy.."

"Hmm alright then. Anyways Preed was saying he lost feelings. How's that even possible?"

There was a big thud sound from under the bed, and a hiss of pain coming from beneath the bed frame.

"What was that?" Kaho turned to [Name] in concern.

[Name] grabbed her own ankle and made a hurt facial expression. "Ouch… I hit my leg really hard…! Do you mind getting me an ice pack from the fridge?"

Kaho nodded and paced down the stairs. [Name] crouched down and threw the oversized covers of her bed from one side to another to expose whoever was underneath the bed frame.

A certain red haired boy poked his head out from under.

"I could report you to the cops for breaking and entering if I really wanted to.”

He smiled as he made his way out onto the top of the bed and sat down. "You should lock your windows, I'm just testing security."

"Okay seriously why didn't you use the door like a normal person?"

"I left my phone here and I wasn't sure if your parents were home... I needed to get it back so I thought I'd just use your window."

“Here I was thinking you missed me or something.”

“Nah not at all.” He smiled and leaned into kiss her

"[Name] I couldn't find an ice pack so I brought ice cubes..."

[Name] pushed Karma off of her and he fell back onto the floor.

Kaho dropped the ice cubes onto the floor. "Akabane?!"

[Name] panicked "I've never seen this guy in my life!"

"[Name] that's not funny you're gonna get me really reported." He said it wasn't funny but he laughed a little bit. Karma rubbed his head after hitting it for the second time today, hopefully he didn't end up with memory loss after today.

[Name] panicked even more, "Kaho, you've got to keep this a secret! Please?"

[httpvomitello]

Sendo assim posso conseguir um modern(se vc escrever) Daemon x poc fem reader (ou aparência ambígua) inspirada em "mayores" da Becky g com o bad bunny, por favor? (Sinta-se a vontade para ignorar) (Pode escrever em inglês tá)

So can I get a modern(if you write) Daemon x poc fem reader (or ambiguous appearance) inspired by Becky g's "mayores" with the bad bunny, please?(feel free to ignore this)

Oiê, espero que goste! Decidi fazer em inglês, mas enfim ~ tomara que tenha ficado da maneira que você queria!

More Than You Can Handle *⁠.⁠✧

The music was loud enough to feel in your chest, a steady beat that vibrated through the room and made it impossible to think of anything else. You liked that about nights like these—the chaos, the distraction. A drink rested in your hand, condensation dripping onto your fingers as your eyes scanned the club. It wasn’t boys you are looking for tonight. Boys didn’t know what they wanted, didn’t know how to treat someone like you.

You wanted a man.

That’s when you saw him.

The silver hair was the first thing to catch your eyes, striking even under the low, pulsing lights. He was leaning back in a booth like he owned the place, legs sprawled out, a lazy smirk on his lips. His leather jacket and the chain glinting at his neck told you he wasn’t trying to fit in here—he was waiting for the world to come to him.

Daemon Targaryen.

You recognized him from whispered stories and bold headlines, the kind of man people either admired or feared. Older, cocky, trouble incarnate. Exactly what you needed.

And the moment his crimson eyes met yours, a spark shot through your body.

You didn't even look surprised when he made his way toward you. Men like Daemon didn’t wait for permission. They took what they wanted, confident the world would follow. You stayed there, letting him come to you.

“You’ve been watching me.” His voice was smooth, low, like a challenge wrapped in velvet.

You raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “You noticed?”

He smirked, leaning closer. “Hard not to.”

The way he looked at you made your feel like the only person in the room, but you didn’t let it show. Men like him thrived on reaction, and you wasn’t about to give him that satisfaction.

“You think you’re interesting enough to hold my attention?” you asked, tilting her head.

His laugh was quiet, a rumble she felt more than heard. “Why don’t we find out?”

The dance floor became their playground. The rhythm of the music pulsed between them as she moved her hips in time with the beat. He was close, his hands at your waist, but not controlling. He followed your lead, matching your steps, his breath warm against your neck.

Every move was deliberate. Every brush of his fingers sent a thrill down your spine.

“You’ve got a sharp tongue,” he murmured, lips just grazing her ear. “But can you keep up?”

You turned her head, her smirk matching his. “Oh, I’m just getting started.”

The hours slipped by, a blur of drinks, teasing smiles, and conversations that left your mind spinning. Daemon wasn’t like anyone you’d met before. He didn’t trip over compliments or try too hard to impress you. He simply was. Unapologetically confident, quick-witted, and so damn sure of himself.

By the time you ended up in the VIP lounge, your pulse was racing for reasons that had nothing to do with the music.

He poured you a drink, leaning back as you made yourself comfortable.

“You’re not like the others here,” he said, watching you closely.

You raised an eyebrow. “What gave it away?”

“The way you look at me,” he said simply. “Like you’re trying to decide if I’m worth your time.”

You laughed, low and teasing. “And what’s your conclusion?”

His smirk widened. “I guess we’ll find out.”

His penthouse was everything you expected—modern, sleek, and expensive. On the wall of the living room, behind the sofa, there was a large painting of a red dragon. You kicked off the heels as soon as you walked in, glancing over your shoulder as he followed her inside.

“You’ve got good taste,” you said, eyeing the view from the floor-to-ceiling windows.

“In more ways than one,” he replied, his gaze heavy on you.

You turned to face him, arms crossing leaned back against the windowsill. “Careful, Targaryen. I bite.”

His grin was devilish. “So do I.”

By the time the sun rose, the lines between teasing and truth had long since blurred. You are sprawled across his couch, sitting on his thighs, leaving trails of kisses down his neck. Her clothes had been forgotten for a long time.

“I must say, you managed to impress me a bit,” you murmured, moving your body up and down a little, feeling his thickness inside you.

“See? I told you I could handle you,” he replied, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on her thigh.

She looked at him, her smile slow and knowing. “You can’t handle me.”

“Try me.”

[survivalxofxthexfittest]

He laughed softly at the tease as he sat up and leaned back against the headboard, giving Devan the space they seemed to need. A low hum in agreement and raise of his brow was the only response when he mentioned his leaving. Which they had in fact done. Devestatingly so. Without notice. They'd just ripped themselves from John-Paul's life with seeming ease. Not even so much as a goodbye or a note ala Roman Drake. The time period following immediately after wasn't one JP cared to reminisce about too often. If at all - Mal being the only other sould who knew how hard Devan leaving had been for him. And it certainly wasn't something he'd expected to be talking about so soon after their unexpected reunion.

Yet here they were.

He dropped his gaze momentarily as Devan spoke, the difficulty of their words filling the space between them. His fingers fidgeted with each other anxiously, his mind already preparing itself for another round of rejection. This time however, where would Devan go? JP would be forced to see what he'd lost every single day and he had no idea how he could possibly handle that.

But when his eyes found Devan again, John-Paul caught the apprenhension in their face. He shifted to face him fully, watching in silence as they seeming searched for the right words. His hand instinctively found its way to theirs and squeezed it gently in assurance. A soft huff escaped him with a shake of his head and a slight purse of his lips, dismissing his confession JP hadn't been the reason he was there.

The thought that Devan had come to the Wexley for him never crossed his mind. It wasn't even remotely a possibility. Not unless Devan developed some sort of psychic powers since they'd last seen each other. JP hadn't so much as mentioned where he lived before, let alone shown him. Although surprising, he'd assumed they'd been looking for the same as any of the others when they stumbled upon the Wexely - shelter and safety.

As Devan started to backtrack, JP scooted closer, unable to fight the tug of a smile or the soft huff of a chuckle when he admited being fucked up over him. That was a first, but so was how fucked up he was over Dev. Of course he's never spent more than a few nights, maybe a week tops, with someone. John-Paul was never looking for anyone to become a permanent fixture in his life - no matter how lonely he felt at times. He wasn't ever keen on letting anyone in far enough to really know him, firmly believing that once they did, they would leave just like his mother. So he never gave anyone the chance to feel anything other than lust for him. That was until Devan. And they still ended up leaving which made him realize it hadn't mattered if people saw him or not, and that he'd wasted a lot of opportunities being so afraid.

"Guess I should cancel the caterer then huh?" he joked if for nothing else then to break the growing tension. He held onto Devan, his fingers dancing through his hair as they came to rest at the nape of his neck. His eyes locked onto theirs affectionately.

"Dev, I hate to break it to you but that means we are something," he told him honestly. "And what that might mean scares the shit out of me, so I'm in no rush to find out," he admitted openly with a soft, nervous laugh. "But whatever we're meant to be, I'm here for it. I'm not going anywhere," he continued in promise with a small shrug, his grip gently tightening in added confirmation before pressing a kiss to their lips.

His focus broke when Devan finally broke the silence, shaking his head gently. John-Paul's embarrassment over this still being such a big deal flared up. He shouldn't have said anything. He shouldn't have said anything. He fucked up. Already. He knew it. How could he have thought someone as open as Devan would be okay hiding? He continued to silently chastise himself for the assumed failure, slowly blocking out everything around him.

But then Dev was making his presence known and John-Paul's worry began to slowly dissipate. His hands easily found themselves resting at their hip and sliding along their arm to hold onto their wrist. "Don't. It's not the same with them," he said of his siblings, shaking off their perceived ignorance of his 'love' life. "I know they wouldn't care. It's just never come up, so I never said anything," he explained it away. "It's everyone else that worries me. Not to mention there's alot of baggage behind why I've kept it to myself."

John-Paul's brow furrowed in worry when they admitted it was going to be a problem, he really didn't want that, but his expression turned to one of confusion as he went on. The knit in his brow softened as they continued, realizing they weren't leaving. That they were choosing to stay. Each kiss sent a chill up his spine. Each compliment stole his breath away. Self doubt clenched at his chest. He feared he wouldn't be able to live up to the image Devan had of him - his talent to screw up even the surest of shots undeniable.

It was Devan's value of him that nearly sent him over the edge. He had to squeeze his eyes shut to avoid the tears now threatening to dampen his eyes. He didn't know how to handle all the praise. All of Devan's wanting of him. That they were on his side. Other than his siblings, who he still sometimes believed felt more obligation by blood to be there, no one willingly made his protection a priority. And not his physical protection, he could handle himself without a doubt, it was his emotional insecurities that need the helping hand. But it was overwhelming to actually find it (in the apocalypse no less) and his words refused to form. He leaned them up just enough to press a kiss to their lips after the promise to defend his honor.

"I don't think you'll need to do that. At least not yet," he finally managed to choke out, swallowing back the lump forming in his throat with a small, nervous, short chuckle - joking in the face of seriousness his usual coping mechanism to break the weight of his anxiety. "Just give me a little more time, okay?" he asked genuinely, a thumb caressing their cheek. "That's all I need. And I promise it won't be long. It's hard to hide how much I like you," he admitted with gentle teasing in his voice before pressing another kiss to his lips.

[sbd-laytall]

I just love Bart's thought bubbles and how you can clearly tell what he thinks without words.

Impulse (1995) #15

[ameliafuckinjones]

Historically accurate dad!England (dadgland?) 👇👇👇

[lt-oreilly]

I've had this image for god knows how long

enjoy

(+ bonus cause of course it was also a bbc sherlock thing)

[raointean]

Yeah, that was a pretty good read! Lots of original worldbuilding!

However, later in the story, Father Christmas gets a red elf to help as his secretary. Do you know what this elf's name is? Do you know!?

Ilbereth!

Two British Fantasy Authors, a play in one act.

JRR Tolkien: So my epic fantasy has elves and dwarves and gods and demons and vampires and werewolves.

CS Lewis: Cool cool cool.

JRR Tolkien: What about yours?

CS Lewis: Mine? It's got fauns and a witch and a talking lion and precocious children—

JRR Tolkien: I like the talking lion.

CS Lewis: —and Santa Claus.

JRR Tolkien: ...

JRR Tolkien: ...

JRR Tolkien: What?

CS Lewis: Santa Claus. You know, "ho ho ho."

JRR Tolkien: I know Santa Claus! I wrote the book on Santa Claus! But you can't have Santa Claus in your High Fantasy!"

CS Lewis: Why not? You have Tom Bombadil!

JRR Tolkien: HOW DARE YOU

[the-judicial-assistants-notebook]

he was nine.