#it was crazy. you guys. you guys it was so fucking crazy

[cosmic-dust-poltergeist]

Pt2 of dp x dc au where Danny is the 99th attempt to clone Kon by Tim. Danny is an overprotective 2 year old who hates Ra's Al Gul with a passion.

[Pt1: here]

Tim is more than ready to leave the LoA and stop having to dance around Ra's. He doesn't feel safe, but he needed the resources. Dick made getting them any other way impossible, with him telling the whole hero community he's crazy and needs help and shit. Tim is more than pissed about it, but he can't help but be amused by the outcome.

Sure, Ra's is trying to wife him, and that's awful and terrifying and all, but watching Ra's try to win over a 2 year old who despises his very existence is hilarious. Aedan, or Danny as the toddler is insisting to be called, goes out of his way to be petty to Ra's and clings to Tim any time the man enters the room. Danny has torn or spilled things on paperwork and clothing, left things just out of sight to trip Ra's, put foods in unexpected places as the man steps or sits in it, purposely and maliciously coloured on and destroyed things he found out were Ra's and Ra's alone, and so much more. Tim is kind of proud of the chaos.

But Tim also has to shove down the anxiety that Ra's might have actually did something to Danny while on his missions. Danny was left on base because it was too dangerous to bring him. He tries to get back as fast as safely possible, just in case, though. Danny hasn't said anything yet on WHY he despises Ra's, but Tim is keeping an eye out.

All in all though, Tim has no remorse as he packs up and leaves with Danny in toe, blowing up every base he knows about and draining their accounts on his way out. He leaves Danny with Tam during his final showdown with Ra's, making sure Dick is in the area to catch him. He's not leaving his baby early.

"So I have everything I need to prove Bruce is alive and how to save him. I'm NOT crazy." Tim tells Dick when he wakes up after his fight with a pissed off Ra's, before remembering Danny and chuckling, "Actually, I'm a little crazy. Not about the Bruce thing, or what I did to prove it, but I did do something else insane."

"I believe you... about the Bruce thing." Dick eyes him in concern. "What did you do?"

"I maaaay have cloned Kon."

"You WHAT?" Steph looks absolutely flabbergasted. All his family members do actually, including Alfred.

"Yeah, so, I had a little bit of a mental breakdown." Tim stares at his hands, picking at the nails. "I was really missing Kon and spiraled and now I have a son... surprise.."

There's so much sputtering before Steph slams her hands on the medical bed, silencing everyone and getting Tim to look at her. She's flung her Spoiler mask off and leaning way too close.

"You have a son?? How old is he?? When can we meet him?? What's his name??"

"Er.. his name is Aedan Drake, he insists on being called Danny currently. He's about 2. And you'll be meeting him as soon as I can call Tam. I didn't want either of them near when Ra's came for me." Tim leans away from her. "Especially because Danny seems to hate the guy and puts himself between us at any chance he gets."

"That's concerning" Dick mumbles.

"Yeah.." Tim blinks hard. "I'm not even sure why Danny hates him. I have no idea if Ra's did something to him while I was otherwise engaged. It terrifies me not to know, but I only have the word of a creep and a 2 year old to go off of."

No one seems to know what to say to that. They all silently agree to keep an eye out for any signs Ra's did something to Danny.

"Can you pass me my phone?"

"Sure, Timmy." Dick hands over the phone. "Who do you think is going to be his favourite aunt or uncle?"

"Fuck if I know, the kid is completely different from Kon when it comes to interests. I love it, but it makes guessing what he'll like interesting. Currently, he's obsessed with space and ghost stuff. He likes watching space documentaries over cartoons." Tim chuckles while locating Tam's number.

Steph laughs. "Of course your kid is as weird as you!"

He sticks his tongue at her, and she does it right back. The call connects.

"Tim?"

"Hey, Tam! Not dead yet!" He grins at her groan. "I'm at the manor. Tell Danny to be careful of my ribs before you bring him over."

"Can do. Be there in 20. Danny? Do you want to say hi to your daddy?" Is all the warning Tim gets before his son screeches.

"HI, DADDY!" He can't hold in his laughter. The siblings closest to him look amused, clearly having heard the yelling.

"Hi, Danny! Tam giving you candy?"

"Nooo" Danny is a terrible liar. Tam says something. "See you soon, daddy."

Tam takes the phone before Tim can reply. "He didn't want to sleep before he saw you. I expect he'll crash after seeing your okay, candy or no candy."

"It's fine, Tam. I don't care so long as it doesn't become a regular thing. Now, drive safe."

"See you soon." And the call ends.

Dick sniffles. "My little Timmy is growing up!"

Steph points dramatically at him. "You're a teen dad!!"

"I mean, I'm a teen vigilante and a teen CEO. Being a teen dad is the most normal thing I currently am." Tim says, raising an eyebrow at her. "Beside, you technically were too. Only difference is I'm just keeping the baby I made... Er.. I mean that in the least insulting way possible. I respect your decision, just respect mine."

"Okay, but you virgin Mary-ed your baby. I, at least, got laid for mine."

Tim flushes. "Dude!"

"I'm sure we can still find you someone our age into dilfs and get your cherry popped." Steph grins at him.

"Steph! Shut up about my sex life!" Tim throws a pillow at her and struggles out of bed. "I hate you so much right now."

"Master Tim, please take the crutches if you're planning to leave the med bay." Alfred calls out, and Tim grumbles, but complies. Detouring to the locker room and throwing on a sweater and some sweatpants that's been sitting in his locker for a year. They smell a little musty, but they're clean and cover the bandages. Hopefully his son won't freak out too bad. Losing his spleen traumatized the poor kid.

He heads upstairs to wait near the front door. Dick, Damian, and Steph following behind him like the worse ducklings he could think of. Dick, at least, grabs a chair so Tim can sit while they wait.

"Master Tim, does Master Danny have any allergies? And what are his food preferences?" Alfred asks as he passes out post patrol drinks. Tim doesn't accept his, he doesn't want it to be in the way when Danny comes flying in. Literally. Danny figured out how to float about a month ago, and his feet have barely touched the floor since.

"He's got the same weaknesses as all the other kryptonians. He's not a picky eater and doesn't seem to be allergic to anything food wise, but he hates toast." He smiles at the looks his siblings send him. "Don't ask me why. He just hates toast. Veggies, no problem, but toast? Toast leads to temper tantrums."

Steph cackles loudly at that while a confused Dick chuckles.

"I shall keep that in mind." Alfred sounds amused.

"I've gained massive respect for Ma and Pa Kent. Superpowered toddler tantrums are rough when you're just a human." Tim knows he has a dopey look on his face, but couldn't care less. "Danny's such a sweet kid, though. He gets so distraught if he accidentally hits me and does everything in his childish power to apologize and "make up" for it when he does."

Tim frowns. "Which is another reason I'm worried Ra's did something. Danny would hit, kick, and bite the man anytime he got in range. It seems out of character and more personal than just not wanting to share his dad."

"That is concerning." Dick shares his worried frown. They wipe the looks off their faces when there's a knock on the door. Steph dances over and opens it.

"Hell-"

"DADDY!" A tiny blur darts around her and skids to a stop in front of Tim. He can hear his siblings melt as this tiny child holds up his arms. "Up!"

"Just remember to be careful with my ribs, sweetheart. They got hurt." Tim says while scooping his son up. "You ran right past your aunt and uncles, think you can say hi to them?"

Danny looks at his siblings, seemingly debating if he vibes with them, before waving a tiny hand. "Hi.."

Steph and Dick being overly dramatic and acting like they just suffered a heart attack from cuteness, spooks the poor kid. Danny hides his face in Tim's shoulder. Damian edges closer, blocking Dick and Steph's view. He makes sure to lean down to be more at Danny's eye level.

"Hello, Aedan. I am Damian Al Gul Wayne. I hear you dislike my grandfather. A valid response to meeting the man." Danny peaks at him, and the teen gives him a small smile. "Ignore Stephanie and Richard, they can be a lot, but they mean well."

"Baby Bat!" Dick sounds like close to happy tears.

"Demon Brat! That's the nicest thing you've ever said about me!" The grin is audible in Steph's voice.

"They are, unfortunately, also idiots." Damian says sagely.

"There it is." Tim chuckles, running a hand through Danny's soft feathery hair. Danny looks between Tim and Damian, there's a calculating look on his face, clearly deciding if he should give this "Al Gul" a chance. "It's fine, Danny. He's very different than his grandfather. If you ask him nicely, I'm sure he'll introduce you to his pets."

"Pets?" Danny blinks and turns to fully look at Damian.

"Indeed. I currently have a cat, a dog, a cow, and a turkey." Danny literally vibrates at the news.

"Can I meet them?"

"I'd be more than happy to introduce you tomorrow." Tim has never seen Damian look so soft. "You and your father should get a good night's rest. You'll have more energy to play that way."

Danny pouts, but agrees. "Okay."

"Thanks for babysitting, Tam." Tim calls out to the woman watching everything unfold with amusement.

"No problem. He was an angel, even while sugar high." She grins. "I'd be more than willing to do it again sometime. I'm going to head out now. Bye, Danny!"

"Bye!!" Danny floats a little to wave wildly at her as she leaves. Damian keeps his surprise off his face and not moving in the way of the tot's goodbyes.

"Aedan, may I carry you?" Damian asks once Danny is settled back in Tim's lap. "Your father unfortunately needs to use crutches to get to his room."

Tim is amused by the calculating look sliding back onto Danny's face. He can only imagine the kid's internal debate; let Damian pick him up and the Drakes can retire and cuddle in Tim's room or stay right where he is. It never ceases to amuse Tim on how Danny can ping pong between normal toddler behavior and being ridiculously serious. He blames himself for forgetting to adjust the knowledge download when making him. The kid knows about more things than he should, and it's made him more jaded than a 2 year old should be.

"Okay... on'y cause it's bedtime." Danny informs Damian while holding his arms out. Damian gently picks him up.

"Of course." Tim can't believe how cute his murderous little brother is being. Guess he can add small children to the things that make the teen loosen up.

Tim struggles a little getting up the stairs, but he gets there. Damian waits patiently with a worried Danny at the top. Tim is positive that only reason he isn't being teased is because his siblings don't want his protective baby to dislike them. It's funny, but actually really nice. He's really tired of his family's culture of making fun of any weakness. Danny's cute baby face and hatred for bullying is really going to change this place, Tim just knows it.

Dick carries Danny's baby bag upstairs after them. Tim can feel Dick wanting to coo, but holding it in because Danny keeps eyeing him warily. Just adding to Tim's amusement.

Once in Tim's room, and after good nights are exchanged, Tim and Danny get ready for bed. Tim cleans himself up by taking a bird bath in the sink, not fully willing to commit to a shower just yet. He mostly just doesn't want to change his bandages. He also wants to cuddle his son, who's patiently waiting on the bed with his wolf plushy. He named it Wulf, which was a hilariously Kon thing to do. Tim nearly died from cuteness when Danny told him the plushy's name.

Tim lays down and tucks Danny to his chest. "I love you, kiddo."

"I 'ove you, too, Daddy." Danny mumbles before conking out. Tim can't help his smile. He dozes off to Danny's tiny snores.

Tim wakes up to Danny wiggling around. The tot waking up, but not wanting to. A glance towards his alarm clock, 10:30. They've actually slept in. Nice.

"Morning, Danny."

"M'ning." Danny mumbles directly before unintentionally smacking Tim in the face with Wulf. Tim huffs a laugh and sits up, his spin cracking as he stretches.

"You hungry?"

Danny flops over, grumpy to be awake. "Yeah."

Tim grins and scoops Danny up. "Let's eat breakfast in pajamas!"

Danny looks surprised. Tim insisted they be dressed in light armor the whole time they were on the LoA, so the suggestion must seem insane to him. He scrunches up his face. "It's safe here?"

"This is probably one of the safest places for us to be." Tim kisses Danny's forehead. "I'll admit, it hasn't always been that way for me in particular, but we're working on it, and I trust them to not stab me in the back... You're allowed to be as petty as you want if you find them dissatisfactory."

"Like wif Rawthy?" Tim takes a deep pleasure in Danny's deliberate mispronouncing of Ra's name. Danny knows how and can say it properly. He just chooses not to. Tim loves it.

"Exactly." Danny is now completely awake and buzzing to cause chaos. It's adorable.

"Yay!" Tim starts carrying Danny to the kitchen, completely abandoning the crutches he was told to use.

"Just remember to play nice first. You don't want to accidentally bully someone who doesn't deserve it."

"Fine.." Danny pouts. Tim kisses his cheek.

"Thank you, sweetie."

"Master Tim. Where are your crutches?" Alfred jump scares the Drakes.

"O-oh! Hi, Alfred, I was just taking Danny to the kitchen for breakfast!" Alfred raises an eyebrow and Tim pouts. "And I didn't feel like using them."

"Oh yeah!" Danny remembers that Tim was using crutches now and is wiggling to be set down. "You're hurt, Daddy! Put me down!"

"Okay, okay, starlight!" Tim chuckles, setting the boy gently on his feet. "Better?"

"No!" Danny drags him to the kitchen's small breakfast table. "You'll never heal! Sit down! We'll get your crontches!"

"Crutches, Danny. And how about we have breakfast first. The crutches aren't going anywhere." Tim smiles at his son. "You can even ask Alfred what my wound care should be after we eat. He can explain everything and you can hold me to it."

"Indeed." Alfred sounds amused, possibly not thinking this 2 year old will hold them both to it, but Danny will.

"O'ay" Danny then blinks. "What's fo breakfast?"

It's all pretty peaceful. Tim just enjoying a lazy morning with his son. As soon as Danny is done eating, he drags Alfred away to get the crutches and explain Tim's wound care to him. Tim can only watch on in helpless amusement.

"He's adorable." Dick grins as he enters the room and sits across from Tim.

"Yeah." Tim is still smiling at the doorway Danny and Alfred left from, but it takes a sad tilt. "Losing my spleen really traumatized him. He polices my unhealthy habits and does his best to get me to take care of my injuries when he's sure they won't be used against us."

"YOU LOST YOUR WHAT??"

"It's been a crazy year."

"Tim, Timmy, my caffeine addicted little brother, I'm going to need more information than that!" Dick is stressed, but Tim is still feeling a little petty, so he answers nothing.

"I forgot my meds, actually. I usually shove them in a pocket after dressing, but I didn't get dressed... oops." Tim shrugs. "It got Danny to feel safer with being here, since I'm not insisting on light armor or anything like on base."

"Tim! I have questions!" Dick is flailing.

"Daddy!" Danny flies into the room (literally) and is shoving his pillow divider case into his hands. "You forgot!"

"Thank you, Danny. I was just realizing that and was planning to grab them after you got my crutches." Tim runs a hand through Danny's hair before dry swallowing his medication. Alfred slides into the room with the crutches.

"It warms my heart to see a youth so dedicated to keeping track of other's health." Danny turns and beams at Alfred.

"I like helping!"

"That's very admirable, Master Danny."

Danny frowns a little. "I'm too little to help a lot yet."

"Any help is more help than before." Tim cuts in, giving a lopsided grin. "Besides, your dad is atrocious at self care. You got to help your dear ol' dad. I'd simply die without you."

"You're not old." Danny mumbles, blushing at how thick Tim is laying it on. Tim noticed early on that Danny needs to feel needed or helpful, or he'll spiral and get depressed. He's not sure why Danny is like that. Tim's 90% sure it's not something Tim downloaded into his brain or said to Danny, meaning it could be something he picked up from Tim's own behavior, or possibly someone at the LoA manipulated into him, or is just something Danny naturally had. Tim has no idea on the why, but makes a point to let Danny help him, even when he really doesn't need the help. He wants his baby happy, and does try to talk to Danny about not having to help. But, ya know, pot, kettle, and all that. Tim knows his own need to be useful is just as bad.

He should find them therapists for it now that he's thinking about it. Last thing he wants is Danny to end up like him. Tim has done some insane and stupid shit to help and/or please people.

"My joints disagree." Tim jokes.

"I feel that." Dick chuckles. "Good morning, Danny!"

"Good morning..." Danny says shyly, floating into Tim's lap.

"Do you have any plans for the day?" Dick asks.

"Dam'n's pets?" Danny looks hopeful.

"Ah, he's looking forward to introducing you." Dick aims his 100 watt smile at Danny, who doesn't seem to know what to think of the man.

"Indeed I am." Damian choses that moment to enter the room. "Hello, Aedan."

"Hi!!" Danny carefully gets off of Tim's lap so he can zoom to his uncle. "What is their names??"

Tim grabs the crutches Alfred left nearby. He spends the rest of the day dodging Dick's questions, watching Danny be delighted by Damian and his pets, and passing on the information on Bruce. It's a very nice, peaceful day.

So, of course, it can't stay that way. It's Duke meeting Danny that unintentionally disrupts the peace.

"Hello, Danny. I'm Duke Thomas. I'm a meta like you." Duke greets Danny cheerfully, but Tim can't help but notice Duke doesn't take his sunglasses off.

"Hi!!" Danny floats about a foot off the floor. "What powers do you have??"

"I have photokinesis." Duke makes a tiny rainbow in his hands. Danny oos and aaas over Duke's explanations before he totting over to Damian to play with Alfred the cat. Duke stares after Danny for a minute before turning to Tim, who's getting more and more worried.

"Duke?"

"Do you know Danny glows?"

"He what?" Tim's ribs hurt from how hard he jolts.

"Okay, okay, was pretty sure I was the only one who could see it." Duke mumbles before finally pushing his sunglasses up and making eye contact with Tim. "He glows the same way Jason does during a pit rage episode. Danny's glow is more stable and constant and a brighter shade of green, but it's definitely the same thing."

Tim can feel himself shaking in barely concealed rage. "That motherfucker. I should have completely destroyed everything he loved."

"Who?" Duke asks warily.

"Ra's. He had to have done something to Danny. There's no reason Danny should be glowing like that." Tim takes a calming breath, not wanting Danny to see him angry.

"I'm sorry." Duke offers his sympathy.

"Not as sorry as Ra's is going to be."

"Are we planning a murder over here?" Jason jokes as he enters the room through the door next to Tim and Duke and sees Tim's face.

"Debating the pros and cons of it currently." Tim takes another deep breath.

"Oh, shit, for real?" Jason looks shocked.

"Danny glows similarly to you." Duke explains. "Meaning Ra's definitely did something to him behind Tim's back."

"Ooooh! Yeah, okay, that's very murder worthy." Tim smiles a little at that, feeling validated.

"Thanks, Jason."

"No problem, I'll help. I got beef with both Ra's and Talia, so I can take all the blame if Goldie or Demon Brat ask." Jason offers. "Before that, introduce me at the kid. Dick has been insufferable all day. Squealing and sending pictures and shit."

Tim chuckles. "Yeah, I do that. Hey, Danny! Can I borrow you for a second?"

Danny pats Alfred the cat one last time before trots over.

"Danny, this is your Uncle Jason."

"Hel-"

"Why do you smell green?" Danny cuts Jason's greeting off. He's staring hard at his uncle.

"Smell green?" Jason head tilts and squats down to be closer to eye level with the kid. There's still a foot of difference between the two, but it's the thought that counts. "What do you mean?

"You smell green." Danny frowns, thinking hard on how to get them to understand what he means. "Like Rawthy. And the weird lake thingies."

"Rawthy?" Jason and Duke both look confused.

"That's his name for Ra's. Danny gives the people he doesn't like awful nicknames to mess with them." Tim smirks at the looks his siblings give him. "He's fully aware of what he's doing, and I see no reason to stop him."

"Oh! He's petty!" Jason grins. "Just like his dad!"

Danny beams at Jason, clearly proud of himself.

Jason preceeds to give the simplest and kid safe version they've ever heard of his story. "To answer your question, I got really hurt by a bad man, and so your uncle Damian's mother dropped me in the green lake to heal me, but the green got stuck."

Danny seems to think about what he was told before holding his hands up to Jason. "Hug?"

"Sure, kid." Jason scoops Danny up into his arms and stands. Jason seems to stiffen as Danny melts. "Huh?"

"What up?" Tim asks, eyeing Duke in a way that demands the picture Duke just took be sent Tim. He wants that picture. Duke smiles and nods.

"Your kid just calmed the Pit." Jason gives Tim a stunted blink. "It's completely silent."

"Huh??"

"Dude, I don't know!" Jason hugs a snuggly Danny closer to him. "I'm pretty sure I could argue with Bruce about his stupid rules and keep a level head right now. I'm hugging your kid anytime I see him if this is the vibe I get each time."

"Only if he agrees to it." Tim flounders with this new info. "I'm still trying to teach him boundaries and consent."

"He's definitely tied to the pit in some way." Duke says, texting rapidly. "It's unfortunate that we won't be able to locate and murder Ra's before Bruce is rescued."

"I should have taken my chance." Tim grumbles.

Damian walks over, eyeing Jason and Danny. "Something happen?"

"Apparently, Jason smells like green, like Ra's and the "green lake", and can calm Jason's pit." Tim explains. Damian looks pissed at the first part, understanding it means Danny was exposed to the Pits, but he looks like he's not sure how to take the second part. Which, mood.

Danny starts wiggling. "Down, please."

"Oh! Sure, little man." Jason gently puts Danny down. Danny slides up to Damian.

"Can I still play with kitty Alfred?"

"Let's go see. He might be done hanging out and we must respect that." Damian takes Danny's hand and leads him back to Alfred the cat. The remaining siblings watch them for a minute.

"He's sweet." Duke turns a smile towards Tim.

"Like sugar." Tim has his own fond smile. "I don't regret making him at all. Best mental breakdown decision I've ever made."

"You terrify me sometimes, Timbers."

"Only sometimes?" Duke jokes, but Tim can see there's some truth to Duke's joke. There's a wariness in his eyes. But Tim just shrugs, not offended in the slightest. He knows he's a bit much, and Duke is the newest to his brand of crazy.

Tim does end up giving Jason and Duke more concrete answers to his year away, unlike when Dick was asking earlier. Mostly because Tim and Jason started to bond before they both left Gotham and can commiserate, and he tells Duke because he's there and it's funny to watch his reactions to what Tim and Jason are saying. It reminds Tim that he's watched his sweet 2 year old troll the hell out of ninjas and Ra's.

The rest of the night is tame. It becomes apparent that Danny prefers the "calmer" family members. He shies away from anyone being rambunctious, so mostly Steph and Dick. Everyone else is just abandoned for a new person if they start yelling or shouting. Tim thinks it's probably because he's not used to Steph or Dick's energy, having not met anyone like them before, and his ears are sensitive. Tim starts looking for noise canceling headphones for him at that realization. He didn't notice because the LoA bases were always quiet, outside of the training grounds, so it wasn't an issue before.

Danny still polices Tim's wound care, much to everyone's amusement. He memorized everything Alfred the human told him about Tim's injuries and takes it very seriously.

It's a fun night, all things considered.

[elalfywhore]

partition • pazzi x reader

tonight was all about paige, as much as you loved to be the center of attention; you had to let her have her night.

azzi had already talked to you about this earlier in the day while she was getting glammed up, asking you for no fits, no snarky comments and no bratty behavior. the night went amazing; the draft had ended hours ago, team dinner was done and now the club was coming to an end.

it was about 4am when you checked your phone, you were sitting on paige’s right leg and azzi on her left; the three of you wearing dallas wings hats as paige felt up both of your thighs. you guys had spent the last 4 hours dancing and drinking the night away with your friends but now, your feet are killing you and you want nothing more than a street hot dog and your bed.

paige however; looks just as alive as she did when they called her name as she bites her lip, admiring yours and azzis bodies in your dresses. while your guys’ relationship was a secret the section at the club was private; you were pretty sure the bottle girls had to sign some kind of nda to work here tonight.

“you tired, baby?” paige asks, making you glance up from your phone. she must’ve noticed how your energy had plummeted in the last 30 minutes. “no, i’m okay.” you smile, assuming she’d want to stay out and continue to finish her time. “are you sure? you look tired?” azzi asks, making you shrug this time. “c’mon, let’s get going im ready to go anyway.” paige says, patting you and azzi both on your butts; signaling to get up.

you all get up and grab your belongings, saying your goodbyes and making the long journey to the car.

“that was so fun, im so proud of you.” azzi says, smiling to paige as you walk about a foot ahead of them but in the middle. “thank you, babe. couldn’t have done it without you two.” paige smiles, reaching to pinch your cheek; making you giggle and speed up your walk a bit.

once you guys get to the car you remembered what you had forgotten in your drunken state; the dallas wings sent paige a limo for the night, assuming she’d be riding with all her friends but it was just the three of you in reality. “i forgot about this” you blurt out, face a perplexed. “did you?” azzi giggles, letting her hand come to graze your hips. you hear the car door open and watch as the male driver gets out the car, coming around to open the door for the three of you.

“good evening, i hope you had a great time, miss buckers.” he greets politely, gesturing for us to enter the door. “i did, thanks man.” paige smiles, grabbing your hand guiding you into the back of the limo. once your sat inside you look at the exterior as she helps azzi in. it’s spacious, the couch wrapping all around the back in a U shape, it’s all white with an led rim that’s shaded to a light purple. there’s a small table in the middle, bucket of ice with a bottle of champagne, a few glasses set on the table.

you throw you head back, thinking it’s time to relax but as the car door shuts and paige finds herself comfortable between you and azzi; you realize it’s a different time. “hope you’re not sleepy yet, mama. we still got 30 minutes until we’re back to the hotel.” paige licks her lip before biting it, grabbing you by the back of the neck; leaning to plant kisses on your lips. you moan into the kisses as paige’s hand goes up your thigh, hiking up your dress. “drove me crazy in this little fucking dress tonight.” your eyes roll back after paige says that, planting one more kiss to your lips before biting your bottle lip; pulling her head back slowly before letting your lip go.

you sit up, now fully awake and watch her shift to azzi a bit. “and you looked so fucking sexy tonight.” paige pulls azzi into a kiss, pulling her dress up and allowing herself to massage the soft skin of her thigh. you almost moan at the sight of time making out. shifting in your seat, you burry your face into paige’s neck, sucking at the skin as your hand makes its way into her top, letting your fingers graze her nipple. paige and azzis kiss breaks after a bit and azzi also gets to work, sucking on paige’s neck and really just trying to feel whenever she can.

paige is a moaning mess, heavy breathing and eyes rolling back. something tells paige’s to open eyes and when she does she realizes; the partition was down. she’s too drunk off of you guys to ever care to much yet she still calls out, “driver roll up the partition, please and turn on some music.” you and azzi don’t pay much mind, both of you now basically grinding down on the seat, trying to get any kind of relief.

the car is soon filled with the sound of luther by kendrick lamar and sza.

“god, i love you two so much.” paige moans, neck now filled with hickeys but she doesn’t even mind. you and azzi murmur out your love yous back and her hands come to the back of each of your heads, pulling you two off her neck. paige bites her lip as she watches your and azzis eyes interlock; mischief in your eyes. “hi, baby.” azzi whispers, face moving towards yours. “hi, az.” you whisper back shyly. your lips soon interlock, tongues grazing each others. you feel azzi move, trying to get more comfortable, getting on her hands and knees on the seat; making you follow, your ankles crossing as you arch your back.

“so unreal.” paige whispers, biting her lip and you gasp when you feel her hike up your dress, putting your ass on display and revealing your black thong. she gives you ass a few smacks before moving to azzi, lifting her dress up as well and smacking her ass a few times; making her moan into the kiss. your guys’ hands all over and in between paiges lap as she manspreads, one of each of her hands come to grab at yours’ and azzis asses; leaning back to admire the view of her girlfriends kissing in front of her.

you and azzi moan into the kiss loudly at the same time, both feeling a single one of paige’s fingers slip inside of you with no warning. azzi’s hand comes up; tightly grabbing onto your hair as paige starts to finger fuck the both of you. “look at my dirty girls.” paige teases, now slipping in a second finger in both of you. “do my girls like that?” paige’s forward, making you and azzi pull apart; moans spilling out of the both of you as paige continues her assault on your pussies. “feels so good, daddy.” you whine, leaning forward to give paige a few pecks on the lip. “feel good, mama?” paige asks azzi, who’s clearly trying not to cum so soon. “feels so good, fuck.” azzi moans are so soft, the type that make you feel like you can float on them.

as paige and azzi kiss you see a golden opportunity, immediately reaching to unzip paige’s pants. paige moans into the kiss, lifting her hips up to help you pull her pants and boxers down. you moan at the sight, your girlfriends kissing, azzi bent over facing you but you can still see the round of her ass and paige’s hand sneaking around her, paige’s pants now down at her knees; pretty pink pussy on display; all three of you still in your dallas wings hats. azzi pulls back from the kiss, looking down to admire paige’s wet cunt, glistening in the light purple lighting.

you’re the first one to touch, allowing your middle fingers to connect with her clit, wet and sticky; rubbing soft circles on it. paige bites her lip, looking down to watch you play with her; fingers still fucking you and azzi. it doesn’t take long for azzi to join in, sticking her pointer and middle fingers inside of paige, fucking her with the same sensual speed that paige is fucking you two at. you’re all moaning messes, shoving your face back inside of paige’s neck, licking and sucking all over as you feel your orgasm approach.

“think…think m’ gonna cum, daddy.” you whimper, warning paige. “yeah? did you ask if that was okay?” paige whispers back, a bit scarily to you; realizing you’d probably have to cum on whatever condition paige wanted. “can i cum, please daddy?” you pull your face from her neck, letting her see your pouty little face. “ask azzi, baby.” you look to azzi, who’s eyes are screwed shut and you can tell, she needs to cum too. “mommy, can i please cum.” you whine out, getting impatient, your hips now trying to jut away from paige a bit. “i’m gonna cum too baby, c’mon, cum with mommy.” azzi moans; pulling you into a kiss.

your tongues swirl as your orgasms hit, your movements on paige halting for a moment but she doesn’t mind, just happy to see you guys playing so nicely. paige helps you both ride out your highs, enjoying the feeling of your warm, wet holes pulsating around her. “good girls.” paige groans, pulling her fingers from both of you. you bite your lip, seeing how wet her fingers are from azzi as she brings them up to your mouth, “open up, baby.” she moans as azzis fingers start to move inside her again. you open your mouth, letting paige’s fingers inside; savoring the sweet taste of azzi, sucking on her fingers like a long popsicle. once her fingers are all clean paige brings her fingers that were inside of you to azzis mouth, she opens without needing to be told; immediately moaning at the taste.

you start to rub circles again, making paige moan out; now being stimulated by you and azzi. azzi releases paiges fingers with a pop. “so good for me.” paige groans, leaning back in the seat again; her hands going to untie the top of your dress, helping pull it down to your hips, letting your tits free. she immediately does the same to azzi, pulling down the straps of her dress to release her boobs. her hands come under both of you, reaching to play with both of your boobs, jiggling the fat in her hands.

“you gonna eat my pussy for me, baby?” paige asks you making you bite your lip with a nod; making you pull your hand away from her clit. azzi pulls her hand away as well and they watch and you get off the seat, it feeling good to get into a new position and onto your knees in between paige’s legs. you pull her pants down to her ankles and she spreads her legs wider, giving you easier access. azzi uses her left hand, helping guide your head towards paige’s pussy. you almost moan the feeling of the warmth radiating off of her pussy as your face gets close. the first taste is like heaven as you immediately take her clit into your mouth, sucking at the bud.

“holy shit.” paige groans, helping azzi readjust to sit perked up on her knees; her tits at perfect eye level with paige. you moan at the taste of paige and the view above you, azzis silk press becoming a bit frizzy with sweat but she still looks beautiful as ever; moaning out as paige takes her nipple into her mouth. paige’s arm wraps around azzis lower back, pulling her closer to her and the other hand goes to play with azzis other nipple. azzi throws her head back, her hand still pressing your face into paige’s pussy.

paige’s pussy tastes sweeter than normal, you’re not sure if it’s maybe the cherry liquor you’re still tasting on your lips, azzi’s vanilla lipgloss or maybe the fact that she just won first round pick in the draft but whatever it is; it’s making you weak in the knees. you nod your head in her pussy, eyes rolling back as you lick up her clit with the minimal movement your allowed with azzis hand. azzi looks down to check on you, noticing how fucking submissive you look she can’t help but to pull you back by your hair and lean down; making paige release her nipple for a second, she grabs you by the cheeks, squeezing with her other hand, “open wide, baby.” her voice is so alluring you do as she says, your mouth soaked with paige’s wetness and now her saliva as she spits in your mouth.

you swallow like a good girl of course, gasping for a breath before azzi shoves your face back into paige’s pussy. paige leans forward a bit, one of her hands grabbing at your dress that had bunched up at your waist and the other coming down to spank your ass. “good fucking girl, how did i get so lucky?” paige praises, leaning back again after delivering a few more smacks to your fat ass. “im gonna bust.” paige groans out making you lick her pussy faster. her hand also comes to grab a bunch of your hair, joining azzis. “c’mon, princess make daddy cum.” azzi moans, biting her lip at the sight of you two.

it doesn’t take many more licks and nods of your head before you feel and taste paige spilling down your chin, “fucking shit, baby.” paige groans hips bucking into your face as her and azzi hold your head still.

you gasp for air when they finally let you go, leaning your back against the seat as paige lays there limp for a second, azzi pressing soft kisses to her neck. “you did, so damn good baby.” paige praises, her hand coming down to reach for you; helping you back onto the seat.

you guys hear the music turn down and the partition cracks just a bit, “we’ll be at the hotel in 5.” the driver calls out, rolling the partition back up and turning the music back up. “fuck, let’s fix ourselves.” azzi says, starting to pull the top of her dress back up. you watch as paige starts to pull her pants back up, pouting as azzi puts her tits away and paige covers her pussy. “don’t worry, baby. i got something waiting for you at the hotel.” paige smiles, noticing your pouty face and knowing you’d want to go again. “really?” you beam, making azzi giggle as you start to fix yourself. you turn away from paige and azzi, just trying to figure out which way is which on your dress. “something real good.” paige comes behind you, one knee on the seat as she grabs onto your shoulders, starting to thrust her hips into your ass. you gasp out in excitement, “you brought the strap!” making azzi scoff, “actually i brought it, paige forgot to pack it.”

you crouch a bit in the limo, almost being at your girlfriends’ heights in your 6 inch heels. paige let’s you go, as you grab onto azzi; your dress still not fixed, ass and tits still out as you straddle her lap. “thank you, mommy.” you press a soft kiss to her lips, letting her taste paige who still lingered on your mouth. “you’re welcome, now let’s get you fixed.” azzis quick to squeeze your ass in both her hands for a second before pulling your dress down and fixing the top, re-ting what paige un did a while ago. “my pretty girls.” paige smiles, making you both look over at her, her phone in hand taking a picture to savor the moment.

the next morning hit like a hurricane, there were clothes and shoes all over the room, sex toys spread all over the bed and even some on the floor as you woke up in the middle of your girlfriends.

the sun was peaking through the curtains as you looked to see them still asleep, spotting your phone on the side of paige you reach softly for it.

3:39pm

your phone reads, you immediately feel a grumble in your tummy, turning to azzi to wake her up. “azzi, baby wake up.” you whisper making her groan, “please baby.” you whine. “what?” she grumbles, eyes not open yet. “i’m hungry.” you pout. “ask paige to order something.” she says, turning away; immediately falling back asleep.

you turn to your blonde girlfriend; realizing azzi was too sleepy to help. “paige, wake up.” you whisper, shaking her a bit and she opens her eyes immediately; stretching her long limbs. “what happened, babe?” her morning voice sending a jolt straight to your pussy that you decide to ignore. “i’m hungry.” you whine out, “here.” paige turns, grabbing her phone and handing it to you. “doordash something for us.” making you smile in victory. you turn away from paige, allowing her to spoon you, one of her hands going between your thighs, enjoying the warmth of it.

azzis turns back to face you, joining in on the cuddles, still probably half awake. you cuddle in the middle of them; keeping paige’s brightness on low as you place your guys’ order. sitting the phone between you and azzi; you relax, deciding it’s just best to sleep until your food gets here.

[theyluvivi]

"STAY THE F*CK AWAY FROM ME"... CLIENT!CHRIS.

You're drunk. You'll admit that, but it's the good type of a drunk—Not the wallowing in pity type of drunk.

You're at a party with all your girlfriends and you look good, like really good. And you feel good. You're finally standing on business.

Actually. You blocked Matt and Chris on everything, and even though you wanna unblock Chris, just a teensy a bit, you refuse to let yourself be used like that ever again.

It's the reason you don't date in the first place.

Men fucking suck.

The one that his arm wrapped around you right now is okay, though. His name is.... Luca? No, not Luca... maybe Luke? Lucas? Something with an L. You and him went shot for shot for earlier, which probably wasn't a good idea, but he's fun, you're having fun.

He's nice, like super nice. You could see yourself self liking him, you see him waking up in your bed and not immediately trying to leave. Plus, you can tell that's he's actually into you and not just talking to you in hopes in getting into your pants.

Plus, plus he has friends for your friends. That's even better.

He's the complete opposite of Chris. Blonde, tall, actually interested in you... dating him wouldn't be bad.

You giggle at the story he's telling you, biting your lip when you notice how red he's turned just from you smiling at him. "You really broke your arm like that?" He playfully rolls his eyes, "You try getting getting a ball out of a tree that high!"

You laugh so hard you shed a few tears. You even throw your head back. "It's not funny!"

When you finally stop laughing, you just grin at him, "It's a little funny," You take a gulp of your white claw, frowning when you realize that you finished it. "M' going to get another one of these? Do you want a drink?"

"I'm good." You nod, giggling again when you hear the squeak he lets out before you get up from the couch you guys are sitting on and wander off to the kitchen. You're chilling, searching around the kitchen for a cooler or at least a cup to pour some vodka in.

And you can feel the shift in the air, the hair on the back of your neck standing up. You turn slightly, and you don't need to see his face to know he's here. You're able to recognize him just by his beanie.

He's spots you almost immediately. You're fucked.

You swallow hard. Closing your eyes and taking a deep breath because you know that he's walking to you and that even if you were to sprint, you wouldn't be able to get back to your friends.

You don't have another moment to prepare, as soon as you open your eyes he's there, in front of you. "What?"

He scoffs. The fucking audacity— "Are you fuckin' serious?" You just cock a brow, tilting your head at him with the most unamused look on your face. "Blocking me on everythin', posting on your story grinding on some random dude—"

Oh, that's how he found you. You tune the rest out because you don't care how he saw, but—Him acting like he doesn't do the same thing?

"Are you fuckin' serious?" You accuse, "You do the same shit to me but when I do it back I'm the bad guy?" He crosses his arms, brows lowering. "You knew exactly how I was when you let me fuck you—"

"So you get to go out and fuck every girl on campus but when I go to a party and dance with a guy, its a fuckin' problem?" His jaw clenches, eyes searching yours as he slickly tries to look away.

"Answer me, Chris." You know you're about to cry, that feeling in chest getting stronger by the second. "Chris, I swear—" You say, voice still as strong as ever. "You didn' even—" He murmurs, "Shut the fuck up." He flinches, his eyes widening as you raise yell at him.

You can feel everyone at the party staring, even your friends. But, you don't care. You need to get this out.

"We're not together—we were never together, but you think you get to control me? Use me for a quick fuck and some weed? You're crazy." Hot tears run down your face, ruining your makeup.

"You're a terrible person, Chris— the shittiest, most terrible person I've ever met— And I hope everyone that's in your life realizes that and leaves you—" You shove him, voice starting to get wobbly, "Y-you treat girls like they're toys— you treated me like I was nothing—" You take a deep breath, refusing to let the sob in your throat come out.

"I never wanna see you again." You finally get out, words that have been on your mind since this entire argument started. You wipe your face, attempting to walk off, "Dea—" He grabs your wrist, "I'm serious." You yank yourself out of his grip.

"Stay the fuck away from me."

tags 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚: @inspiredangel @whore4mattsturniolo @domizmez @sosasturns @drewswife @strnilolover @t0riiiis @sturniolosrtewsexy @courta13 @badgallrora @mattslilies @sturns-mermaid @bluetalia @pair-of-pantaloons @y2kstarr @mattswifeyy @sweeethrt @bee-43 @ambi-squirrelly @wastelandzella @applecidersturniolo @riasturns

a/n: ummmm who missed their most toxic situation ship!

[kireilien]

okay sure threesomes... cool. but i raise you one better. 02z but it’s enhypen’s 02z x you x &team’s 02z!

anon are you shitting me. this is perfect.

tw/cw. nsfw content, cursing; bsf!02z, softer dom!02z, sub!reader, fem!reader, race neutral reader, casual sex talk, sixsome, “stripping,” oral (m receiving), nipple job(?), handjob, cum play, bukakke, unprotected sex, unintentional edging???

oh to be passed around by five guys~ insert that one song that goes “said she wanted five guys she ain’t talkin’ ‘bout burgers, i pull up with four friends, that pussy getting murdered” aka seppuku by rob apollo

i think i’d be so funny if you were friends with 02z and basically emulate that song. just sighing there on the couch, “i want five guys.” all of them still minding their own business at first, but nicho perks up, “it’s pretty late, y/n. i don’t think they’re open—,”

“i’m not talking about burgers.”

now they’re staring at you.

“and what do you mean by that?” sunghoon quirks at you, his tongue swiping his teeth. you innocently hum, “what do you think i mean by that?” all of them exchange knowing glances. jake throws his arm around you, reeling in your shoulders into the side of his chest, “i think we do know, but you gotta say it for us. we’re interested.” if you moved even a bit more, you’re pretty sure you would’ve felt his cock hardening by the second as you were talking.

euijoo leans back on the couch, “since when did you get this bold telling us you want a sixsome? thought we were all ‘just friends’ to you.” you tuck in your lip as you raise your brows, “i never said you guys were ‘just friends’ to me.” jay cocks his head, “i’m pretty sure you’ve rejected all of us before— at least once.” he jokes as he looks at jake, he’s confessed to you multiple times and you’ve rejected him each time.

nicholas laughs as he gets up from the couch, “yeah, no. don’t fake out on us. just because you’re probably ovulating doesn’t mean you actually wanna fuck all five of us— you can’t even handle it.” he almost walks off before you sigh, “who said i couldn’t?” nicholas stops in his tracks as everyone else stares at you with bulging eyes.

…did you really say that?

“yeah you’re definitely fucking ovulating.” sunghoon jokes as he sits up. “guys, i’m really not,” you groan, “i just wanna see what it’s like.” euijoo scoffs, “y/n, the average person doesn’t ‘wanna see what it’s like’ when referring to a sixsome. threesome, sure, but sixsome is crazy.” you retort, “well, i’m not the average person.”

all of them roll their eyes at your lukewarm response while nicholas turns around and sits on the ottoman that was right in front of you. “so what do you wanna do? you want five guys? you gotta show us that you want five guys rather than just blabbing about it,” he hums as he rests elbows on his knees. you look at all of them before hooking your fingers in your lounge shorts to pull them off and throw them to the side. your cotton panties were basic, but it interested them. were you really gonna strip for them?

you giggle as you slip off your hoodie which reveal your bare breasts, right in front of their faces, just like that. even if you were joking before, you can’t go back now. you can feel the tension in the room, thick enough where you can almost feel like you could grab it. the men stare at you. either gulping down a hard lump of spit or tracing their eyes down your body.

jake decides to be the first one to touch you by slipping a hand down your panties, feeling them pool heavily with wetness, “holy fuck, you’re drenched,” was the only thing that set the five men off to give you what you wanted.

now your panties are discarded somewhere and the same to the rest of your best friends’ clothes, the mess started. nicholas took dibs to fuck your pussy raw first, euijoo and sunghoon went ahead to go at your breasts to fuck their tips along your nipples, jay and jake near your face as you rub their lengths above your lips.

this was so fucking unreal.

all because you were interested of what a sixsome felt like, you had all five of your best friends using you in every way shape and form. you were in a blissful state. you didn’t care about what you looked like or sounded like, all you really cared about was feeling every single one of their cocks some way or another. while your best friends took their time with you.

sure, they were using you, but that doesn’t remove the fact that you were their best friend. getting all fucked out was only a plus. nicho rubs soft circles on your stomach as he keeps his pace— fucking his cock so seamlessly in you. euijoo and sunghoon holds onto arms dearly, making sure your arms aren’t getting tired out. jake and jay were cooing at you as they cup your face and make sure no piece of hair were getting in the way of your pretty face.

it kept on going on and on.

and you were loving it bad.

once someone would barely reach their orgasm, they would speak up so everyone could move to another side of your body to experience. your head was so up in the clouds— you didn’t care. one after another, a new cock was fucking itself deeper into you, two new cocks were rutting against your tits, and two new cocks were jutting themselves around your lips while you had them in your hands.

after god knows what round, everyone stops to jerk themselves off all over your face. the shower of cum drips down your forehead, to your eyelids, to your cheeks, to your nose, to your lips, to your chin, dripping off to your chest.

it was gorgeous.

but who knows what will happen now.

you just fucked five guys— and you weren’t talking about burgers. maybe you should’ve said you were craving burgers at the start.

back 2 catalog

[valeisaslut]

okay so like.. idk if you know that guy on tiktok who just sings at famous people (@/harry.daniels on tiktok) but hes so funny. im just imagining someone like him coming up to reader and ellie, and reader is like YES KING! and ellie is not having it at ALL.

I FUCKING LOVE HIM he cracks me up every time like I genuinely go into full wheeze mode when he does the crazy vibrato?? I’m crying.

LIKE. IMAGINE THIS

OKAY but the idea of him pulling up on reader and Ellie is so real like. you and Ellie just got off a private jet, holding hands, sunglasses on, looking all hot and famous and untouchable. paparazzi flashing. security trailing. ellie’s in full rockstar mode, jaw set, tattooed hand tight around yours. you’re both giving “don’t talk to us unless you’re legally required to.”

AND THEN.

out of nowhere, he appears. Harry Daniels. tiktok’s chaotic serenade prince. sprinting across the terminal in a full dramatic run. the airport acoustics are already echoing as he lets out this absolutely unhinged, vibrato-shaking-the-earth “SHEEEEEEEEE…SHEEEEE LIVES IN DAYDREAMS WITH MEEEEEE”

reader immediately LOSES it. you’re gasping, clapping like a seal, yelling “KING!! GO OFF!! I LITERALLY LOVE YOU!!! I FOLLOW YOU ON MY PRIVATE ACCOUNT!!” and HARMONIZING WITH HIM.

while Ellie looks around like she’s just been drafted into a social experiment. She fakes a smile. She gives him a slow, cursed thumbs up. She turns to you and goes “Babe. What is happening.”

he hits the high note with tears in his eyes and Ellie’s like “I swear to god if he comes any closer I’m gonna call Rachel.”

and you’re just filming the whole thing whispering “This is the best day of my life. This is the best day of my life.”

ellie’s not chill about it. but she doesn’t stop it. she just glares the entire time while security drags him away and mutters “what the fuck was that. you’re sleeping on the couch tonight.” and you’re like “you were literally in front of a legend and didin't know it.”

the video blows up like CRAZY. his most liked tiktok to this day. someone in the comments goes “Y/N is such a fangirl it’s embarrassing.”

and Ellie replies “I know.”

[myrrune]

STREAMER!JINX X READER | 18+, MDNI.

female!reader, Jinx uses a strap-on, sub!reader. this is my first time writing a strap-on, ever. I hope it’s alright. this was not proofread. Well, not properly, anyway.

Jinx had been playing for a few hours, shooting everyone in sight. She had always been great at gun games, it’s what she grew a fanbase from. The chat is going crazy, she’s about to win a Fortnite match, when you message her. She’s always tried to be attentive, respond fast. Well, that and her attention span isn’t too long. She either gets fixated for ages, or is easily distracted. In this case, she grabs the phone and starts playing the game one-handed. Her viewers seem confused: why did she start paying less attention?

Jinx is clearly distracted now, reading your messages. When she sees a specific, heated message from you, she sets the controller aside completely and rushes her response.

She’s a rather large streamer, which is why she’s always been secretive about her love life online. Anyone who dates her is in the public eye, so she’s always been careful to keep anything about you off her public socials. Though, as you send a picture of yourself in a matching black lace set of lingerie, she’s fully prepared to end stream early just for this. It’ll look suspicious, sure, but she needs you right now.

Trying to keep the fact she’s blushing a secret, she quickly makes an excuse to leave. "Guys, I have to go… Dad needs me." shit, that was a bad excuse, but all she can care about right now is getting to the bedroom. She reaches over to turn the stream off before rising from her desk chair.

As the room plunges into darkness, the red light signalling "recording" continues to flash, and her microphone is still plugged in.

Before you know it, Jinx is guiding your thighs apart, her tip pressing against your entrance. She buries her face in your neck, groaning as she begins to slide into you.

The walls are thin, and she failed to click the door shut. Her carelessness in that department really should be assessed, you’ve always told her she should double check things like that, but she never does. Her groans and your whimpers filter through the hallway, into Jinx’s office.

"WHATS THAT NOISE??

"I thought Jinx lived alone?"

"Well that’s SURELY not her dad.."

"Gf reveal when!?"

As her hips piston faster and faster, your moans grow louder. Her nails grip at your hips, gripping you as she tries to thrust deeper. She’s hitting all the right places, dragging the strap-on against your inner walls. It feels amazing. Your own hips move in sync, chasing her as she pulls back. She’s picking up the pace even more, and it’s like you can feel it in your stomach, like a coil tightening.

When it finally snaps, an overwhelming wave of pleasure crashes over you. It seems Jinx is experiencing the same thing, as her mouth is an 'o', and her grinding has grown more jerky. Though, it’s clear she’s trying her hardest to make your orgasm last.

Once your orgasm subsides, Jinx pulls out carefully, not wanting to hurt you. Her grip loosens, crescent shaped indents allover your hips and back, evidence of the passion that just took place. You drift off to sleep in eachother’s arms.

…in the morning, Jinx wakes up with messages from various people telling her to check her recent stream. Still drowsy, she fast forwards to where she ended stream. Or at least, where she thought she had. Her eyes widen almost instantly as the audio recording plays through her headphones. It’s muffled, but still clearly lovemaking. Her eyes dart to check the chat-replay, she doesn’t know what she was expecting, her audience isn’t that stupid. They all realise what it was. Oh, god. She’s so fucked.

At least it was worth it.

other notes: umm.. back with the streamer!jinx stuff!! I got an anon ask for this on my old blog, sorry nonnie, I can’t tag you in this. hope you like it if you see this, though. thanks!

[stevieschrodinger]

Part One Eleven

The beeping is driving him kind of crazy. It’s familiarity an uncomfortable reminder. He’s tried pulling the sticky thing off but that just made a bunch of people come running, and then he got a professional explanation as to why he’s a moron, and not to touch the equipment.

That just leaves him here, languishing. His head is pounding, his mouth feels like some rough assed creature rolled around in there and then took a dump on the way out. He keeps running his tongue along the back of his teeth, they’re furry, and there’s a new little chip off one of the bottom ones. Eddie investigated it with his fingers, so he knows it’s tiny. Feels massive when he finds it with his tongue though, physically unable to make himself leave it alone.

He doesn’t remember doing it. Might have happened when he was drunk.

Might have happened in the bathroom, when he was done shoving stuff up his nose, he's pretty sure he fell over.

Might have happened when they had to shove the tube in.

He doesn’t know, but it’s no ones fault but his own.

Chrissy comes in carrying a coffee. One coffee. Nothing for Eddie. She sits and sips at it, not saying a word.

Her eyes are still red rimmed, bags under them from being up all night.

Truly, Eddie is the greatest waste of space on the planet. Someone should just ditch him off a cliff and have done with it.

Chrissy sighs, giving up on whatever she was doing on her phone, she holds it between laced fingers instead, clasped hands dangling between her knees. She stares off into space.

She still hasn’t looked at him.

Eddie guesses he deserves that.

There’s nothing he can ever say to make this any better.

Eddie’s being discharged in the next hour or so. He’s pretty sure he’s done. His career was hanging by a thread; the label won’t tolerate such a massive screw up. Eddie doesn’t really care about that stuff; he cares about the guys. He cares he might not get to write for the band any more.

He finds himself suddenly desperate to write again. He figures he must suddenly have something to say. He was angry with himself, in the face of Chrissy’s tears, but anger is a hot emotion, it burns bright and takes a lot of energy to maintain.

Self loathing, apparently, is low maintenance and Eddie feels like he could keep that up indefinitely.

His throat hurts, and all Chrissy has allowed him is ice chips to suck on.

He doesn’t expect Steve to turn up. Doesn’t know what to do when, at the sound of a knock on the open door, he looks up and finds Steve standing there.

Eddie doesn’t say anything, but Steve comes in anyway. Sits himself in the seat next to Eddie’s bed. It feels like a small, dumb thing to worry about, but Eddie has never liked rocking the hospital gown of shame; he likes it even less right now.

“Why did you do it?”

Eddie shrugs. Looks at his own hands. He had a couple of rings on, before. They’re gone now. Eddie’s been too frightened of what Chris will say if he asks for them back. He picks at his thumbnail instead.

“Because I said no to coffee?”

Eddie does his best to make a dismissive noise, but his voice is croaky and fucked from the tube. It hurts to swallow, and Eddie feels like he has to force it.

“Don’t lie,” Steve says quietly, “this is exactly why I said no. Because of this.”

Eddie makes another ‘pffft’ noise, or at least, tries too. “Because I’m an unstable drug addicted alcoholic-”

“No. Because you’re not ready. Eddie, I said no to coffee, and you’re in the hospital, what if we got together, and then broke up. How well do you think that would go, exactly?”

Eddie curls his hands up, staring at them, shamefaced. It feels like he’s being eaten alive by it, feels like he’s dirty and used up inside and the darkness of guilt and shame and worthlessness is going to crawl out of him and eat him whole. Steve's words gnaw at him, painful. They could have had something, and now Eddie's fucked it up before it started.

“How did you know?” Eddie looks up, everything a little misty. He seems to cry at fucking everything. Wet and pathetic and not like he used to be. He never used to be like this, before. He can’t remember ever feeling like this in his life. “How do you always know?”

Steve and his magic mind powers.

Steve sits back in the chair. Rubs at his face for a second. Watches the silent TV.

“I had rich parents,” Steve starts, speaking quietly. He pauses, then continues, but it’s halting. It’s the first time Eddie’s thought Steve sounded uncertain about anything, “big empty house. They were away all the time, especially once I was kind of old enough to be left. My place was where the party was at. I was drinking every Saturday by the time I was seventeen. Then every Friday and Saturday. Then Sunday afternoons. Then Thursday too. It was every day before I realized, and I graduated by the skin of my teeth. It got worse at college. The partying. Started to realize if I was going to keep up I needed something to pick me up a little, get me going in the morning so I could make it to class. Pills first, when I was partying, then other stuff. I flunked out pretty fast. Parents put me through rehab once, but the second I was back at college I relapsed. Couldn’t seem to help myself. The second time they put me through, they disowned me right after, and that was the end of college too. It was...bleak. For a while. But that's how I always know; I know how you think, because I used to be the same.”

That hangs. It hangs for a long time, like Steve’s memories are lingering in the room with them. Eddie feels like he should apologize, but he doesn’t know how.

He’s pretty sure it wouldn’t be worth anything, anyway.

He desperately wants to write; feels even more that if he doesn’t get this bubbling overwhlem of emotions out of himself somehow he’s going to end up plastering the walls when he finally explodes.

Steve stands, finally, and Eddie’s eyes are automatically drawn up to him. Steve leans forward, his hand in Eddie’s nasty hair. His big hand gripping and cradling Eddie’s entire head. Steve leans down, pressing a kiss to Eddie’s forehead. It’s warm, soft, and Eddie’s eyes slide closed and his hands lie limp and useless on the hospital blanket covering his lap.

“Remember, it’s what you do now that matters,” Steve whispers into Eddie’s hair.

He doesn’t expect the tug, but he’s limp and washed out feeling, knowing now the weight of everything Steve went though. Everything unsaid. Absent parents and missing out on whatever it was he wanted to pursue at college. Bleak, Steve had said. The word carries a lot of weight, coming from Steve. Eddie has no doubt he’s severely understating.

Eddie’s head moves with Steve’s hand, his eyes are still closed when Steve’s lips move to Eddie’s mouth.

It’s not like anything he imagined. It’s devastating. Steve kisses like he’s pouring his everything into Eddie.

Like he’s angry.

Like he’s frustrated that Eddie fucked this up for both of them.

Steve’s kisses are bitey and it won’t be until later that Eddie will finally have the wherewithal to be surprised that nurses didn’t come running considering how fast the monitor is beeping.

Steve doesn’t ask permission, he sucks on Eddie’s lip so hard it hurts, and when Eddie’s mouth opens on a pained gasp, Steve’s tongue invades with no hesitation. His hand is tight in Eddie’s hair; Eddie can’t move an inch as Steve holds him where he wants him, Eddie’s scalp stinging.

Steve’s kisses are an argument that Steve’s already won.

By the time Eddie manages to blink his eyes open, Steve’s already gone.

The guys all have some sort of cocktail, Eddie doesn’t say anything. It means Eddie’s drink looks exactly the same, which doesn’t bother Eddie, hasn't for a long time, but if it makes everyone else feel better, then he’ll go along with it.

They’re all celebrating; drinks in the back of a limo on the way to the airport feels a little gauche celebrity to Eddie, but the guys are giddy with the excitement of success and it feels just a little contagious, even to Eddie, who always sidelines himself from that kind of celebrating. Feels like he's kind of allergic to it all now, knows instinctively that it might poison him again.

Chrissy squeezes his hand on the seat, hidden from where the guys can see, but he knows what it means. Well done. I’m proud of you. I’m unbelievably fucking relieved you’ve held your shit together for a whole tour.

That kind of thing.

Eddie kind of likes flying. Well, he doesn’t like the idea of flying commercial. Eddie likes the comfort of the private jet, of course he does. No, the reason Eddie kind of likes flying is because he can’t really do anything for the next seven hours.

He has a book with him. He has his note books. He has a pen.

The low rumble of the jet is his companion, and all he can see is bright white clouds beneath them so there’s nothing to distract him there. Eddie writes.

He scribbles things out. He changes the order. He...nudges things along until the tune presents itself. And it does. It almost always does.

He hands one off; it’s not complete, but it’s complete enough that the guys should look. He listens with his eyes closed as the music is hummed, Gareth pacing up and down the wide isle.

Eddie half sings the words under his breath to match.

It sounds pretty good. A little janky maybe, but still. A solid start.

“Nearly got enough for another album,” Jeff tells him.

Eddie blinks his eyes open again, “yeah? That one okay?”

They say no just as often as they say yes now. Eddie doesn’t mind. He understands why half his stuff ends up back in the notebook. He agrees with their judgement. Some of what he writes now is different than it used to be, before everything.

“Yeah man,” Gareth tells him, “it’s great.”

Gareth and Jeff share a look, sliding into the seats opposite Eddie’s table. Eddie shuffles his things, moving some of his scrappy paperwork out of their way. Something is coming, Eddie can read them.

They’re definitely about to say something.

“You know those tunes you’ve written,” Gareth nods at Eddie’s notebook.

“The rejects,” Eddie confirms lightly.

Jeff rolls his eyes, “you know it’s not because they’re bad.”

Eddie knows. Eddie privately thinks some of it is the best stuff he’s ever written. But the guys almost immediately picked the first one out as ‘not their kind of thing,’ and since then Eddie’s had a pretty much fifty fifty pass fail rate with his songs. “I know...they just don’t sound like Corroded Coffin.”

“No...they don’t. But we’ve been talking,” a little curl of apprehension forms, because those words never seem to precede anything good, “and we thought you might have enough of that stuff for a double album by now.” He probably does. He nods, not sure where this is going.

Chrissy had suggested to him, once, that he make the tunes available to other artists. Ones whose style is better suited to the music. At least get it out there, and then just get the royalties, like a proper, grown up song writer. The thought of it had been physically uncomfortable to Eddie. These are his tunes, his music, and they...mean something to him that they never ever could to anyone else. The thought of letting someone else perform them feels gross.

“Anyway, if you want, we thought we’d do something with them.”

“Do what with them?” Eddie frowns, not understanding.

“Well...kind of like a Corroded Coffin unplugged, kind of thing. Or maybe like...just under your name, and we could still play for the recording, kind of thing. Just release the record as is. Or you know, get some other people in on it, there’s plenty out there who have wanted to collaborate. You know some of them would fall over themselves for a chance at guest performance.”

Eddie shuffles his papers, appreciates what the guys are saying, “can I think about it a minute?”

“Sure,” Gareth smiles big, “you know Chris will support you.”

And considering everything they’ve been through, Eddie knows without a doubt that she will.

Eddie shuffles though the rejects. It’s an affectionate name that he mostly never says aloud. He checks them over, makes sure they’re complete. Thinks about if he’d really like to hear them being performed.

He must do, really, since he’s confidently handed every one of them to the guys at some point to see if they liked them or not. If they'd pass muster, then the next thing along would have been to try performing them. That’s the workshop stage. The part where the guys wade in on the final polish. The listen back.

These never made it, so other than tinkling out on his acoustic, Eddie’s never heard any of them for real.

He could. He could now.

Eddie’s no stranger to bearing his soul in the form of his music.

Without really thinking about it, Eddie realizes he’s organized them into the order he’d like to see them on the back of an album cover.

He wonders what Steve would think of this album, if he ever heard it.

“Okay, yeah, I’m in. For the,” Eddie gestures at his scrappy notes, “you know.”

“Eddie, that’s amazing!” Chrissy gushes a little, and suddenly Eddie realizes that, actually this idea might not have, entirely, come from the guys.

“I have a condition, kind of.”

“Okay?”

Eddie takes a deep breath. Steve’s words echoing, what would Dolly do? “I don’t want to make any money from this. I want to donate. All the profits. My part of the profits. I don’t know where to, but, yeah...somewhere that helps people who are,” Eddie shrugs, “you know. Struggling? With...stuff?”

Chrissy covers her mouth with her hand for a second, her eyes already looking suspiciously wet. She’s hugging him, hard and tight, sniffling, “of course we can do that,” right in Eddie’s ear.

“Me too,” Jeff says, “so, two thirds profit.”

“Obviously I’m in, all profits get donated.”

Eddie watches them over Chrissy’s shoulder, “you guys don’t have to.”

Jeff shrugs, “the fuck else we going to do with it? You seen the houses we already live in, right? Gareth’s got six cars.”

Eddie snorts a laugh.

[holylulusworld]

Grumpy old man

Summary: You're roommates.

Pairing: TfatWs!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Warnings: grumpy Bucky, banter, jealousy, vomiting, a hint of fluff

He huffs while studying the newspaper. “Hmm…all those young people died this week,” Bucky grumbles as you sneak behind him to glance at whatever he’s reading.

You shake your head. Who reads the newspaper these days? We get news from apps or online newspapers.

“Stop being a grumpy old man, Barnes. Be happy you’re still young and full of energy…” You snicker because the people he called young are a ninety-five-year-old man and a ninety-nine-year-old lady.

Bucky makes a face, glaring in your direction as you are busy preparing a bowl of cereal.

You’re the cocky addition to the crazy bunch of people sharing a house. Sam and Bucky’s cat are the other two. And, of course, the biggest grump you ever met—James Buchanan Barnes.

The icy soldier, or whatever people called him in the past. You’re too tired of and disinterested in gossip to care about bad pet names.

“Who forgot to bring out the trash?” Sam calls from the living room. “It reeks, guys.”

“It was Bucky’s turn,” you lie and grin at Bucky, who narrows his eyes. “What?”

“I told you not to call me that!” He hisses in your direction. “And no. It wasn’t my turn to bring out the trash!”

“But you are the trashcan man!” You argue, pointing at his metal arm. “You’ve got the arm and all. I’m so weak and need help with carrying heavy stuff.”

He huffs, knowing you didn’t like he offered to carry your neighbor’s bags last week. Bucky is not interested in the quirky blonde but liked that you got angry and grabbed his hand.

“You can bring out the trash,” Bucky bites back. “I’m not going to do it again. You’ve got legs, so walk.”

“Big grump!” You grunt and slip off the chair to bring the trash out. It’s your turn, but you had hoped Bucky would lend you a hand too. “I guess you must be busty and brainless to get your help!” You snap at him before storming out of the kitchen.

“It helps not to be a grump!” He calls after you, laughing as you turn around and stick your tongue out.

“You’re an old, grumpy man, Barnes! Don’t you dare steal my cookies again! I won’t share!” You give him the stinky eye before turning to bring the trash out.

Sam watches you walk past him. You mutter under your breath when you get out of the house, only to face your neighbor. The busty blonde bitch tries to flirt with your roommate all the damn time.

“Y/N,” she coos and immediately walks toward you. “What a nice surprise to meet you here. How are you? Where’s James?”

“Uhm… I live here.” You roll your eyes. “Why would I not be around to bring the trash out? And I don’t know where the old man is hiding.”

“Oh! I thought your strong roommate would help you with that.” She cranes her neck to observe Bucky following you outside. Alpine tugged under his arm; he watches you fight with the trash can.

He smirks because you curse and mutter while stuffing the trash bag into the trash can. “Do you need help?” Bucky asks, earning a grunt from you. “I can lend you a hand, doll.”

“He’s so nice and dreamy,” your neighbor swoons, while you feel the bile rise in your throat. Urgh…the milk was not good. Clutching your stomach, you groan. “What’s wrong?” She screams when you spit your breakfast on her shirt.

“Fuck…the milk…urgh…” You groan and turn around to puke into the trash can, emptying your stomach.

“Shit, doll.” Bucky suddenly stands behind you to rub your back. “Did you not check on the milk? I think it was expired.”

He easily picks you up in bridal style, ignoring that your neighbor is whining about her shirt or that you puked on your shoes. “Let me down,” you weakly say. “I need to shower.”

“I’ll help you,” he shrugs when you glare at him. “What? I take any chance to get you naked…”

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[azonewithu]

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[naturesapphic]

Can you do G!P Billie x reader

Billie is super honry and is desperate for relief but the reader is on her period so she helps Billie get off with her mouth and hands

Desperate For Relief

G!P!billie Eilish x fem!reader

Warnings: Billie has a penis, smut, hand job

“Please can I touch you y/n?! Please!” Billie begged you on her knees as she tries to tug down your shorts. “Billie! I told you I’m on my period and my cramps are really bad right now.” You explained to her and she pouted and grumbled underneath her breath. Billie got up from her knees and looked down at you with her puppy dog eyes. You sighed and shook your head at her horniess.

“How about I give you a blowjob hm? Will that make up for not fucking me?” You ask her and you saw Billie’s eyes widen. “Yes yes please!” She said and you smirked a you got down on your knees. You made sure to look up at her through your eyelashes as you unbuckle her belt and pull down her hit me hard and soft merch boxers that she loves to wear. Her hardened dick sprung out and almost hit your lips making Billie giggle under her breath, making you smile.

You continued to look up at her as you carefully took her dick into your hands and start pumping it softly. Billie threw her head back in pleasure and grabbed a hold of your hair. You kept pumping until you saw some pre cum leak out and that’s when you leaned down and took her into your mouth. Billie let out a low moan that made your pussy clench and you slowly took all of her in your mouth and started bobbing your head back and forth.

You knew it wasn’t going to be long before Billie cums as you always know the right ways to make her cum fast. “F-fuck y/n!!! G-gonna-“ Billie said and before she could finish her words, her warm cum shot in your mouth and went down gently in your throat, coating it. “That’s it. T-take it like the cum slut you are.” She spat at you and you moaned around her, making her dick twitch in your mouth slightly. You giggled and took her out of your mouth and she whimpered slightly. “I hope that satisfied you.”

A/n: hi guys! Sorry I’ve been gone for a bit. Life has been crazy but amazing! I met my partner and they asked me to be their gf and it was the best week ever! I hope y’all enjoyed this! Remmeber to stay hydrated and to rest! Take care of yourselves. I love y’all! :)

[dollyfiles]

bsf!sarah teaching you how to squirt

cw: sarah cameron x fem!reader, wlw, mutual pining, explicit language, fingering, tit play, squirting, allusion of lesbian sex at the end

“ugh, this movie is so unrealistic,” you said, tossing a handful of popcorn in the air and catching it with your mouth. “no one falls in love that fast. it’s like, come on, at least make it believable.”

sarah laughed, brushing her blonde hair out of her face while being wrapped up in blankets. “right? im gonna throw up.” you rolled your eyes dramatically, “exactly. like boys at our school are so hopeless. they can barely hold a conversation, let alone make a girl come.” sarah raised an eyebrow, “oh? speaking from experience?”

you hesitated for a moment before shrugging. “it’s not like it’s a secret. i’ve just… i don’t know. i feel like guys never actually know what they’re doing. like, am i supposed to feel good while you dj’ing down there?” sarah bursted out laughing. “oh my god, y/n. you’re fucking brutal.”

“just saying!” you exclaimed, laughing along. “i’ve never had a guy make me feel, like, amazing or anything. it’s hella frustrating.” you gestured vaguely.

sarah smirked, leaning back against the pillows. “well, it’s definitely rare,” she said, her voice teasing. “most of the time i just pretend.” sarah admitted, your eyes widening. “wait, really?”

sarah grinned. “yea, it’s like 1 out of 3 times that i have an orgasm with a guy..but if i do it myself, well..” she paused, “…i always squirt like crazy.”

“for real? i’ve only ever heard of that..didn’t think it was possible..at least not for me.” you mumbled, a feeling of embarrassment creeping in. “so you’ve never..” she carefully said, as if testing the waters. “never.” you replied bluntly, lips forming into a thin line as your body was filled with embarrassment.

that’s when sarah gathered up all her courage, blurting out the words that had been sitting in the back of her mind for the longest time now, “want me to teach you?” your brows furrowed slightly, confusion flashing across your face as you didn’t really get her implication, thinking she was just joking around. “what?”

sarah shrugged, trying to appear casual, though her heart was pounding. “why not? i mean, we’re best friends, right? who better to help you out?” you let out a nervous laugh, shaking your head. this was crazy. “i don’t know, sar. that’s… it’s kind of weird. don’t you think?”

“why?” she countered, leaning forward slightly, her eyes locked on yours. “it’s not like it has to mean anything. we’re both girls, we trust each other, and i just want to help you. it’s not a big deal unless you make it one.”

the weight of sarah’s words hung in the air, and you found yourself wavering. there was something about the way sarah spoke—so calm, so sure—that made you question your own hesitation. after all you were just best friends right?

“i want to help you feel good, that’s all y/n.” she smiled sheepishly, her eyes hinting a bit of hunger. and if you were being honest the thought of it slowly turned you on more than you let on.

so without thinking about it for another second, you agreed, and sarah was quick to set everything up, laying out towels and placing soft pillows against the headboard. she definitely wanted to make you feel as comfortable as possible.

once everything was set, she patted the pillow invitingly. "come lie down. you’re just gonna start with some simple touches, okay?" you nodded, your back pressed against the plush pillows and looking at her with eyed full with anticipation. "what do you need me to do?"

she scooted closer to you, letting her hands caress your soft thighs. "just relax and let me take care of everything, okay?” she places a gentle hand on your stomach, tracing small circles with her fingers. "feel comfortable?"

"yes, very comfortable." you nodded, watching her hand grip the hem of your sleep shorts, squeezing your legs together in anticipation. she was quick with it, almost as if she had imagined it before, leaving you bare infront of her.

her eyes widened slightly at the sight of your naked form, a small smile tugging at her lips. "you're so pretty," she breathed, her voice thick with lust. and with the way she looked at you, you could feel the tension rise.

“we need to get you nice and ready first." she explained, reaching for your wrist and placing your own hand onto your aching core. "go slow, nice and smooth circles.” sarah whispered, guiding your fingers over your clit. "that feels really good." you gasp as your fingers pbegan to play with your sensitive bud, sending a warm feeling to it.

she grinned and continued her observation, feeling tingles in between her own legs as you responded so positively. "mm, you're already so wet and we’ve barely even started." her soft voice and dirty words sent shivers down your spine, arching into your own touch, but it wasn’t enough. you knew you needed more, just like sarah did. “please..”

“please what?” she smirked mischievously, blinking up at you with thick lashes. “need more..” you whimpered, feeling vulnerable under her strong gaze, but never uncomfortable.

“okay then, you will use your fingers inside now, curl them and try to find your g-spot, the little spongy bit.” she nodded along to your actions, watching as your soft digits disappeared into your wet hole, making you gasp.

“shit—“ you cursed, the tips of your fingers searching for the little spot. it wasn’t until you found it that you were moaning out, legs twitching every time you brushed against it. “yeah, just like that.”

your own touch was light, continuous strokes inside and out, and as good as it felt in that moment you were craving something else entirely. you found sarah’s eyes, looking at her with longing. "touch me," you pleaded, voice shaky, as you watched her reaction. “your own fingers not enough?” she teased, not giving you the satisfaction just yet. “please sar..”

with a slowness that was almost painful, she reached out, the soft tips of her fingers brushing against your swollen clit. her unfamiliar touch immediately sent a jolt of pleasure through you, and you gasped, arching into her, “fuck..”

she teased you by rubbing your wetness all over your needy cunt before slowly pushing one of her fingers inside, your hole immediately clenching around it. “shit, i didn’t expect you to be this tight, baby.”

sarah smirked as she felt your tight walls clamp down on her finger. "mm, look at that squeeze. seems like your pussy was starving for some attention." slowly, she curled her finger inward, rubbing against the rough patch of skin.

heat flooded your cheeks at her words and sarah had to chuckle, if only you knew how much she was enjoying this right now. “feeling good?” she looked up at you, biting her lower lip. “yes, oh god, yes.”

your body was burning as she added a second finger, stretching you out deliciously. you also were growing more confident by the second, ripping your tank top down and playing with your already hard nipples.

she watched as you fondled your tits, a groan escaping her lips at the sight. "fuck, you look so hot playing with your tits while i finger this dripping pussy." she picked up the pace, her fingers working in and out of you with ease.

"i'm so close," you whimpered, every part of your body feeling like it was on fire as she continued her relentless pace, her fingers curling just right inside you, hitting your sweet spot over and over again.

sarah felt your walls tightening around her fingers, knowing you were close to the edge. "that’s it, baby. let go for me, come all over my fingers." she leaned down to capture one of your nipples in her mouth, sucking and nibbling on it, lust basically consuming her.

“mm, ‘s too much.” you whined, a new and different kind of knot building in your stomach. “feels like i have to pee, sar.”

she nodded, not breaking away from your nipples. "that’s totally normal, baby. you’re gonna squirt. don’t fight it, just let it happen." she increased her pace, finger-fucking you faster and harder, wanting to bring you over the edge, her thumb finding your clit.

with a loud cry of her name, you let go, the whole of your body trembling as you felt your orgasm rush over you, unfamiliar fluids gushing out of your cunt and dripping all over sarahs fingers and the sheets.

she could feel a wet slick pool on the palm of her hand as you rocked against her, riding out your intense high and trying to catch your breath, “holy shit.” a soft smile spread across her face, thumb still circling your clit, “look at that. you did so fucking amazing.”

"it felt really really good sar.. thank you," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “it was all you, no need to thank me.” she chuckled before releasing her fingers, caressing your thighs in a comforting manner right after.

it really wasn’t though. and something sinful inside you was screaming to let her feel just how thankful you were.

“would you mind if i make it up to you right now?”

this is my first time writing for girl x girl and i feel like this is so bad.. 😭 this has been rotting in my drafts since january btw..

tags: @inbred-eater @dearapril @rafecami @isasweetie @rafesheaven @rafesbowbunny @rafesangelita @littlelamy @sturn777 @luckycrys @bradshawed @cherrygirlfriend @trusweethrt @inspiredangel @whinyangel @et6rnalsun @bluemerakis @rafeysbangs @nemesyaaa

[bittsandpieces]

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[verdancy-hime]

What is this bullshit where thinking about your actions and trying to examine your own behavior is not only fucking

"Overthinking"

But you guys keep trying to invent new varieties of fucking ocd and did and mental illnesses I never heard of to describe things every fucking teenager and 20 year old does?

Everything on this list except the slur thing is something you should do periodically on purpose so you don't become a calcified unthinking pod person who jumps to conclusions that reinforce your biases constantly.

There is no version of trying to improve yourself or being a moral human being that is OCD.

If I see one more goddamn post that implies that trying to be a good person is a goddamn mental disorder I am going to come to your house and give you real compulsions while you sleep to do things so you can understand what they feel like.

Trying to see your own behavior from someone else's point of view is not ocd

Trying to make sure you practice what you preach is not ocd

Feeling like you don't have a good choice available to you and deciding that you will abstain from making a bad choice so that you don't give legitimacy to a broken system that tries to force you to believe in a false dichotomy is not OCD

Reasoning out your own actions and examining your biases is not ocd

Processing new ideas, especially when you are in your teens and 20s or when something big happens like a strange political time or a new situation you aren't sure how you want to act in, like a big crazy unprecedented political time? That takes as long as it takes. If you discover new information that contradicts or challenges your worldview it should take time for you to figure out what it means to you. It's okay to process that out loud. To talk it over online with groups. To talk to chat gpt. To journal. You should not be taking other people's word on morality without processing it. You should be considering information and what it means for you. Having an ironclad belief system that never changes based on the situation or new information is not mentally healthy. There is not a "wrong way" to process your emotions or decide on your opinions and feelings or design your own lifestyle. Taking your time with it is not OCD.

Depending on your world, it may be that fear of losing a social support network or losing a job is a valid fear. But pathologizing your fear, even irrational fear, is just going to beget more fear. Human beings are pack animals and we live in a society that forces people to beg others for money in increasingly ridiculous jobs that are more vibes based and parasocial every day. In that environment fear of social ostracism, even if you would survive, is not ocd.

It is not ocd to want to be clear and precise in your language.

It is not OCD to struggle to do so sometimes.

It's not going to make you speak more succinctly to pathologize your speaking habits.

Taking actions like donating to charity, abstaining from eating meat for a while, volunteering, reading, etc. Are not ocd. Even if you feel that you sometimes maintain balance in your life morally by doing things like deciding you can eat meat or drive a car daily but you don't want to do both because of your carbon footprint or deciding to purchase items for a local shelter when you feel like you are struggling in life on a moral level in some other way and want to see yourself as a good person overall is not ocd. If it is, every corporation has ocd. Carbon offsets are ocd. Harm reduction is OCD.

If acts of service to your community make you feel better- if anything makes you feel better and it isn't hurting anyone, no one has your best interest at heart if they are attempting to pathologize that for you.

I promise you even if it is OCD that the people at your warming center don't care why you bought them canned heat.

I promise you that if it's ocd that makes you decide that when you get to a certain income level you will donate money each month to a no kill shelter or a strike fund, the world needs more people with ocd.

All human beings worry that they are a bad person sometimes.

All human beings can do is try to do more good than bad in this world.

Anyone who pathologizes that is literally a demon.

Go read the screwtape letters you're literally just doing the screwtape letters we did this already it's 2025.

I DESPERATELY needed someone to tell me this as I grew up in leftist online spaces. So now I am going to tell YOU:

If you

Check what you sent over and over to make sure you didn’t say a slur instead of “hello how are you”

Fear that someone will find you thinking not-leftist-enough thoughts and will call you out and ruin you

Feel you have to make your intentions clear and over-explain your actions

Find yourself consistently resisting the urge to engage in reassurance-seeking WRT being a good enough ally to marginalized people

Stay up late endlessly debating political ethics in your head

Have a set of actions that you take after discovering you made a morally wrong decision so that you can atone, which you rely on for reassurance that you are not a bad person

Would rather not make a decision at all than make a decision that is the lesser of two evils, but is not morally pure

then I am gently, but firmly, requesting that you look into moral scrupulosity OCD.

[juliet-017]

Incommensurate - T.R.

Tom Riddle x fem!reader

Minors DNI!!

Warnings: dubcon (consensual sex under imperious curse), begging, unprotected p in v(? Kinda? Tom casts a spell so?), cream pie, tit play, pussy slapping, degradation, slight spanking

Synopsis: As Tom starts to feel a slip in control he becomes harsher with you, more distant as well. It's bloody tortuous, the growing distance and silence between you both driving you crazy. Making you bring up a proposition that you wouldn't have thought of prior.

A/n: yeah so.. here's this instead of that mattheo work (you guys can thank my wife @viperify for that). Side note, I might js get rid of my current wips on my nav as well so I feel less tied down?? Idk but I have so many old drafts I need to get through. Anyways enjoy!!

w/c: ~1.5k

Tom liked control, it was obvious from the way he bossed his mates around, not even scared that they'd retaliate or leave. It was.. fascinating to say the least. You pondered on whether it was because of his time at the orphanage in his formative years, he didn't speak of it much but you presumed that being a charge there wouldn't be anything close to fun.

You'd still give him shit, teasing him for being so bossy at times. A few times when you two had sex you'd fight your way on top for a few seconds before he'd roughly push you off and take to fucking you doggy style, your face shoved into his bed.

Normally things were fine, he'd take your taunts in stride, fucking your attitude out of you till your throat was raw from either screaming or being used.

**

You've noticed how he's been acting.. off lately. Snapping more, not taking kindly to anyone mouthing off. Not even the first years could escape his wrath.

He wasn't vulnerable so asking him right out wouldn't do anything in your favor. Observing him overworking himself, skipping meals as a result, and falling back into old habits.

You start slowly, trying to give him massages or attempting to pull him into bed. When none of it works you decide to just be blunt.

“Tom? What's wrong?” You ask from your perch on his bed, lying down as he studies.

“Nothing. Why.” He responds coolly, barely sparing you a glance. Hunched over, elbows on his desk as he runs his fingers through his hair.

“You're tense.”

“I always am.”

“Not this tense.”

He scoffs, finally looking over at you. “What do you want?”

“The truth. Or I'm going to sleep in my room tonight.”

You both know it's an empty threat, but Tom gives in. “You're too good for me.”

You freeze, trying to read his expression, grasping for a response.

“You can't leave me, you know.”

“Yeah… I know.” You murmur, sitting up and debating on approaching him. “M’yours, Tom.”

“Hm, you think your words matter? Fascinating” He scoffs, rolling his eyes before looking back at the open book at his desk.

It's unfair how wet his words made you. Especially when they're degrading.

You wait a second before getting up, leaning up against his desk and toying with his wand.

“Just what do you think-” He starts harshly, reaching out to take his wand back before you leap away.

“Remember that one night, where you mentioned wanting me to just be even more.. submissive?” You hum, raising a brow.

“How could I not? You were even more of a fucking brat afterwards.”

You grin, still playing with his wand and waiting for him to get the hint. And oh the rush that goes through when he does, moving quickly and towering over you, yanking his wand out of your hold. “And just how are we going to go about that, hm? Never can get you fucked out enough to just go along with it anyways.” He mutters, backing you into a wall, lifting your chin up with this wand.

Your stomach flips as you look up at him, hesitating before continuing. You know you've seen him cast it before so.. what's the big deal, right?

“The imperious curse.” You reply quickly, spatting the words out before giving yourself a second to think. You watch his reaction, studying

He smirks, and you can’t help but melt. “You sure? You know I won't relinquish it every five seconds to check on you, right?”

You nod. “I know. Just.. same rules as usual, m’kay?”

He nods, running the wand down your body, watching your face. “Ready?”

“Uhuh..” You nod, looking up at him, feeling his wand press to your temple.

Before you know it you feel otherworldly, listening to his simple hypnotic commands. Opening your eyes and kneeling like he commands. It shouldn't make you even wetter but it does.

Kneeling whilst undoing your shirt, your bra. Your mind foggy as you finish stripping. He strips too, finally removing his boxers before hold an open palm in front of you. “Spit.” He instructs smoothly, catching your saliva, using it to stroke himself, becoming even harder. “Open.”

You comply, opening your mouth, letting him find refuge in your mouth. He almost immediately gives you all of him, not even giving you a second to adjust, mindlessly drooling around his cock. Grasping your hair he thrusts, allowing you to go slack jawed as you moan around him.

He isn't sure if it's out of pleasure or defiance, but he ignored it, focusing on his release. Tom reminds himself that you agreed to it when he came so deep inside your throat that you had no choice but to swallow.

Pulling out of your mouth slowly, Tom watchs himself leave you with a pop, your eyes glassy and tearful. Only making him even harder than before. Leaning against the wall as he catches his breath. “Such a good little thing.” He praises quietly, patting your head before brushing your hair back as he looks down at you.

He steps out of the way, almost admiring you. “Crawl over to the bed.” He instructs softly, your body moving without a second thought.

You make your way over to the bed, getting on all fours whilst Tom walks around it. The silence painful, listening to Tom as he ends up behind you, squeezing your ass before landing a sharp slap.

Whining you look over your shoulder, feeling him grab your hips and pull, causing you to lay mostly flat save for your hips holding your ass slightly up.

“Beg for it.” He hums, his voice tantalizing whilst his shadow looms over you. “C’mon be a good girl and beg straight from the heart.”

“Please Tom, I need you.” You whine, the words leaving you effortlessly. “I'll always need you, please.”

He ruts into you with one deep thrust, groaning. “Such a good fucking slut, so tight f’me.” He groans, slapping your ass again as he thrusts, leaning over you to pin your wrists to the bed. “My favorite little fucktoy.”

You moan loudly, feeling him hit deeper than ever, hitting your cervix. The bit of your coherent mind grasps the concept that it'll be bruised by morning, but you can't bring yourself to care.

“Fucking love your pussy.” He groans, gripping your wrists even tighter as if fighting to ground himself, his thrust growing messier as his manicured nails dig into you like some animal. “C’mon be loud.” He encourages you, squeezing once more.

“Mm Tom,” you gasp, head to the side as you try to rut your hips. “So.. fuck, so deep.” You moan, practically screaming, the curse not letting you even try to muffle it. Your face heats in shame.

“That's it, such a good girl, letting everyone know how good I fuck you.” Freeing your wrists he wraps an arm around your waist, causing you to kneel as he still thrusts in and out of you, his free hand reaching down to play with your clit. Heat forms in your lower stomach at that, only making you more desperate.

His one hand now slides up to play with your tits, your moaning and arousal only seeming to turn him on even more. “Fuck, you're close aren't you? I can feel it, you and your greedy little cunt.” He growls into your ear, slapping your clit and causing a shot of pleasure to run through you. He gives you another slap, a sort of warning. “Answer me unless you want me to stop, that is.”

“Yes’sir.” You whimper, nodding. “I'm close.” You moan, trying to match his pace but deciding it best to go limp, allowing him to use you like the doll you are.

Lost in a bliss you barely hear his command, too dazed to even fully comprehend. “Cum for me.”

You weren't prepared for the earth shattering orgasm that wrecks your body, feeling Tom finish deep inside of you, feeling him coat your cervix you let out a small squeal.

Laying you down, Tom slowly pulls out. You hear him mumble something, the curse lifting as you look around in slight shock.

Tom hushes you immediately, gently pulling you into his hold. “You okay?” He murmurs, pulling your head against his chest and casting a charm to clean the both of you. You presume the other is a contraceptive. “It wasn't too much, was it?”

Nodding you hum, too dumbed out to even think of how to word it. “Nice. It was nice letting go for once.” You murmur, lifting your gaze up. “You liked it too, right?”

Tom lets out a warm chuckle, a rare commodity. “Course I did, got to have you all dumbed out on my cock, not able to mouth off.” He mutters, giving your hair a light tug as he takes to playing with it. “But I don't want to make it a common thing, if you do want to do it again that is.” He hums.

“Course I do.” You hum before the scent of sandalwood alongside Tom’s warmth, lulls you off to sleep.

[m1lkywaywritey]

ILLIVERSE HEADCANONS!!!

Characters:

Gerard - illi McMillin she/they (my demigirl princess)

Mikey - Milli McMillin he/they (demiboy + demigirl siblings against the world)

Ray - Ray Ola he/him (token cis)

Frank - Anthony Lero he/him (transgender)

HCS UNDER CUT

illi McMillin, 18:

✮ She’s got the FATTEST crush on ray and she thinks she’s super good at hiding it (she’s absolutely not but Ray is the only one totally oblivious so it works ig)

✮ Her and Anthony have been besties since childhood - they are never beating the dating allegations (ESPECIALLY after Anthony transitioned)

✮ They volunteer in the library and run that shit like bootcamp NEVER let her catch you eating in there

✮ My tomboy princess, they totally had the “I hate pink and makeup and boys because I’m so different phase” - grew out of it a little, but still limits herself to just mascara and eyeliner (maybe a little lipgloss if she’s seeing ray that day :3)

✮ She’s soooo team Edward (only because she wants that Bella swan life and to be bit by a vampire) twilight is totally her guilty pleasure

✮ Her blazer pockets are FULL to the brim with crap all the time, bus tickets, tissues, coins, headphones, makeup routine, mini hairbrush, keys, sprays, half eaten chocolate bar. You name it, its in there (and no they don’t actually use any of it)

✮ She hearts her ‘i’s but ONLY in her personal diary (“mrs illi ola” can be spotted a couple times in there - if anyone ever found it they’d probably just die)

✮ Didn’t go to her prom (none of them did, they just smoked a joint, watched shitty horrors and got a takeaway)

✮ She’s bisexual with a heavy preference for women - she thought she was a lesbian for a little so she was practically the last to know that she was into Ray

✮ HUGE comic nerd, on the first day of school they yapped a guys ear off about the latest issue she’d read and he asked to move seats the next day

✮ Refuses to capitalise the i in her name because she likes it to look symmetrical

✮ Hated by all teachers and nobody can figure out why, she tries really hard in school but she’s still failing

Milli McMillin, 17:

✮ They have NEVER been caught without music in their ears, like he gets detention for having his walkman in class almost every day

✮ Steals illi’s mp3 player every time he gets his shit confiscated, she is never happy about it

✮They’re the only one out of the 4 thats in the year below

✮ You could say he gets into a lot of fights but in reality he just gets beaten up bless him, always got a damn nosebleed so all their shirts are a little stained from it, also their glasses are constantly taped together they need a new pair almost every month

✮ Had a crush on Anthony since the dawn of fucking time, they FINALLY got together at Anthony’s birthday/halloween party - illi is definitely a little grossed out by it but is sorta used to it now

✮ Bisexual with a preference for men (they figured that one out when Anthony got 10x hotter to them post transition)

✮ Team Jacob and he constantly argues with illi about it - “just because you wanna bang vampires doesn’t mean Edward is right for Bella. They’re childhood friends and JUST LOOK AT HIS ABS” (he’s just imagining Anthony as Jacob at this point)(vampire sister + werewolf brother goes crazy)

✮ Plays up their asthma to get out of phys ed, his asthma is pretty bad but as far as the pe teachers know its deadly

✮ He’s in the AV club which is why he was the one to play their song through the speakers, it took illi about a week of convincing to get him to do it “BUT ILLI WHAT IF THE KICK ME OUTTT”

✮ illi tried to stop them from getting high for the longest time but after he got with Anthony he basically became the biggest stoner out of all of them

✮ Teases Anthony calling him a perv because he’s 18 and they’re 17

✮ He’s lowkey the biggest teachers pet and gets good grades - sometimes he’s the one helping illi with her work “its so easy you just have to-“ *continues to explain something so complicated you could faint*

✮ They get made fun of for having a “girl name”

✮Far too much hair gel

Ray Ola, 18:

✮ Yes I named him Ray Ola - like crayola… LIKE THE FUCKING CRAYON HE WAS EATING LMFAO

✮ Pretty much dumb in every aspect, then he’ll bag a 99 on a test like it was nothing, illi and Anthony are in utter shock every time (with their Fs)

✮ He’s crushing on illi in THE MOST boyish way you can imagine - just doing fucking stupid stuff to impress her, I mean it works she’s sat giggling her ass off because she’s totally head over heels and who wouldn’t want to see their crush eat a crayon

✮ He tends to be pretty unproblematic socially, he’s definitely more of a loner than a weirdo but either way he’s an outcast like the other three

✮ He is basically first aid trained because of how many times he has had to fix Milli and Anthony up after a fight with some jock fuckers (whenever Milli gets picked on Anthony WILL NOT let it slide - they both get their asses kicked every time)

✮ Met illi on the first day of chemistry class, some one was about to sit next to her so he ran in front of them because he thought she was cute

✮ Turns out he only lives a block away from illi and Milli so they catch the same bus in the morning

✮ There is always something wrong with his uniform (untucked shirt, wrong footwear, missing tie, missing blazer)

✮ Him and illi were the ones who came up with the idea to make a song, it came to them when they were high and they started working on it the very next day

✮ Has never seen twilight and cannot fathom why illi and Milli get into such heated arguments over it 

✮He is straight as far as he knows but every now and then he’ll question it - my bicurious king

✮ EVERYONE is waiting for him to ask out illi but he’s convinced she doesn’t like him back

Anthony Lero, 18:

✮ He is constantly getting into fights, if someone says something about him OR GOD FORBID ILLI, MILLI OR RAY he can’t hold himself back, consequently he’s always in detention (MILLI WOULD BE IN THERE TOO BECAUSE OF MUSIC IN CLASS WHICH MEANS ILLI AND RAY WOULD BE ALONE TOGETHER AS WELL - I DIDNT EVEN MEAN TO DO THAT LOL)

✮ He transitioned in middle school which was fucking ROUGH to say the least, so he’s built up a kind of thick shell

✮ Him and illi actually dated for a weird couple of months way back when - but it sort of just weirded them out so they decided it was better to just be friends

✮ HOWEVER they lowkey stayed friends with benefits for ages, like they explored each others bodies for sure - and probably did up until he started fancying Milli - illi was totally pissed they lost their fuck buddy but she knew Milli had a major crush on him and she had no feelings for him so she was ultimately happy for them

✮ He is a very touchy friend, kisses and hugs are all just friendly greetings to him (Milli is no where near as touchy or PDA so he always has them blushing with his gestures)

✮ He’s got a plan for some sick tattoos he’s gonna get one day - he’s already done a few stick n pokes himself, they’re extremely crappy but he loves them

✮ He lives on the other side of town to the other three, much to Milli’s dismay (“why should illi and ray get to spend all their time together when I have to go on an expedition to see my boyfriend”)

✮ He is a little fucking shit, constantly teasing illi and ray for being lovebirds - he always gets a kick out of how defensive they are about it

✮ The weed provider for the group

✮ Sexuality unlabelled but probably pansexual because he'll fuck anyone, he doesn't care

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TAGGING PEOPLE WHO ASKED/SPOKE TO ME ABOUT THESE:

@therealaxlrose @illi-mcmillin @st4rrrdestroya

this is not proofread and probably a whole lot of waffle so enjoy that lol !!!

[sturnsblogs]

OFF LIMITS

Fratboy!Chris X Toxic!Fwb!Reader

—

Alia is your best friend in the whole widest world. You’ve known her since you were five years old—matching backpacks, pinky promises on the playground, and sleepovers filled with secrets and snacks. She was your ride or die, the one person who always knew everything about you.

Except this.

Except Chris.

Because that part? That part felt different. It felt dirty. Like something you needed to keep folded up and hidden in your back pocket. It wasn’t like you didn’t trust her—it was just… complicated. It wasn’t just hooking up, and it wasn’t a relationship either. It was you and Chris, a chaotic, hot, late-night mess that you didn’t even fully understand yourself. So, you never told her. Not fully. She knew of him, obviously—you’d mentioned him a few times. But to Alia, he was just some guy you were friends with.

You and Alia were laid out on your bed, tangled in fuzzy blankets, half-watching a romcom while scrolling on your phones, trading TikToks and inside jokes.

Then she said it.

“Hey… y’know Chris is like extra cute.”

You blinked, your fingers pausing mid-scroll. “He’s… okay,” you said carefully, eyes still on your phone, your voice slow.

She turned to you, all smile. “No, like seriously. He’s got that kinda bad boy face but like he’s secretly sweet or something. And tall. You know I have a thing for tall.”

You gave a small, polite laugh, trying not to visibly clench your jaw. “Mmm.”

Alia kept going. “He followed me back on Instagram. And he DM’d me, girl.”

That made your eyes snap up. Your stomach dropped.

“He what?”

She didn’t notice the shift in your tone. She just kept smiling, like this was all so harmless. “Yeah! He replied to one of my stories. The one of me at the lake in that brown bikini? He said—wait hold on—” she opened her DMs and read it out loud with a grin, “‘You always this fine or just when I’m not around?’” Then she laughed. “Like—HELLO?”

Your jaw clenched slightly, nails pressing into your palm under the blanket. You forced a soft smile. “Really? Oh my gosh, what did you say?”

She shrugged. “I just sent back a little heart emoji. I mean… I dunno. He’s cute. I didn’t know y’all were like close though?”

You looked down, heart pounding, voice even. “We’re not. I mean… we’re friends.”

Alia raised an eyebrow. “So you don’t care if we like… talk-talk?”

The air thickened. It suddenly felt hard to breathe. You blinked slowly, keeping your face neutral.

You gave her a smile that didn’t reach your eyes.

“Nah. Why would I care?”

Your chest felt tight. She turned back to her phone, grinning, oblivious.

And you just laid there next to your best friend, heart in your throat, thinking: why the fuck did he DM her?

You waited until Alia had gone to the bathroom before you grabbed your phone off the charger and pulled up Chris’ contact.

Your fingers were shaky, chest still tight. You stared at the text bubble for a few seconds before typing fast, no filter, no hesitation:

you:

so when were you gonna tell me you dm’d alia?

You watched the three dots pop up and disappear once… then again.

And again.

Then finally:

chris:

what?

You rolled your eyes, fingers flying.

you:

don’t play dumb. “you always this fine or just when i’m not around”? really?

you:

you know my best friend is off limits chris.

There was a pause. Longer this time. And it only made you angrier.

chris:

didn’t know i needed your permission to talk to people

you:

you need my permission to flirt with my best friend. yeah actually, you do.

chris:

baby it wasn’t even like that

she posted a thirst trap. i said something. calm down.

you:

don’t call me baby right now

and don’t tell me to calm down like i’m crazy for caring

chris:

we’re not together. you’ve made that clear a thousand times.

so what exactly are you mad about?

Your jaw locked. That was such a Chris thing to say. Avoid accountability and flip the blame on you like it wasn’t him who crossed the line.

you:

you’re such a dick sometimes

it’s not about being “together” it’s about respect

chris:

you ghosted me for three days over some dream bullshit and now you’re pressed cause i replied to a story??

you:

YOU DONT FLIRT WITH MY BEST FRIEND

chris:

you’re right.

that was messed up.

You stared at that last message for a minute. It was rare for Chris to own up to anything. But the knot in your stomach didn’t go away.

you:

i trusted you more than that.

He didn’t reply right away.

Then finally:

chris:

i didn’t think you’d care this much

i’m sorry. i won’t talk to her again.

But all you could think was—

Why did it take me saying something for you to get that?

—

A/N- Yessssssss or nooooooo

@sunrisemill thank you for the idea baby

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