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sturnioz · 8 months ago

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Ok but imagine fratbro chris with shy!reader

"well, uh, aren't you quiet... like a — like a fuckin' mouse or some shit," chris scoffs with a slight shake of his head, his index and middle finger rubbing the bridge of his nose that scrunches up, sniffing — little white granules tickling the insides.

your teeth bite down nervously on your plush bottom lip, standing in the corner of the living-room, eyes flitting around in search of your friend who had disappeared a moment ago to search for her earring that she had lost the night before during a frat party.

you didn't go, of course.

stuff like this wasn't your scene — the drugs, the booze, the loudness, the crowds. you preferred the quiet night life, sitting at home in your room, watching your favourite shows with a pint of ice-cream, or doing something that you enjoy.

but you offered to drive your friend to the fraternity house when she had blown up your phone this morning, begging and pleading for you to give her a ride when she realised that one of her earrings were missing and that she was desperate to find it — although you're beginning to think she came here for a different reason too when she giggled at the sight of a frat brother, his arm winding around her shoulder as he lead her up the stairs to 'find the missing earring'.

"you jus' gonna stand there the entire time or what, kid?" chris' voice breaks you out of your head, and you blink at him, parting your mouth to speak but closing it once the front door swings open, revealing more frat brothers who come tumbling in, sweaty and gross.

you clutch your jacket tighter to your frame, ducking your head low and keeping your eyes glued to the floor as they walk closer, conversing about something you try to zone out when you hear their crass words — but that doesn't last when you see their shoes stop in front of you in your peripheral vision, and one of the boys addresses you.

"what are you doin' in here?"

you speak up, tone quiet, soft. "waiting for a friend.."

"a friend?" he echoes, a smirk slithering on his lips. "well, while you're waitin' for your friend, why don't you—"

"leave her alone," chris interrupts, and your head snaps towards his direction. he's now rolling a few joints on the coffee table, putting the premades to one side. his eyes flit up to you for a brief moment before darting to the empty space beside him on the sofa, and then back to you. "sit down."

you swallow thickly, your feet carrying you towards his direction and you hear the frat brothers mumble something under their breath before disappearing elsewhere. you sit down softly on the sofa, sinking into the cushiony surface with your hands in your lap, nervously twisting the rings on your fingers as you watch him.

"you're, uh, you're too quiet 'n it kinda freaks me out, if i'm bein' honest," he suddenly admits, licking his lips before lathering his tongue across the paper with one clean stripe. "you look outta place in here — noticeable as shit."

you're a little taken aback by how blunt and honest he is — also a little embarrassed because was it that obvious? you being so out of place in a fraternity house? it also didn't feel great that he said that you freaked him out... that was a stab in the chest.

"you're also kinda cute, though," chris reveals and your head immediately raises at that, the praise making you feel a little warm in the face. "got this uh, this mouse or bunny vibe goin' for ya, y'know? some type of cute, small animal — i don't know."

staring at him, you notice how his pupils are dilated and you assume that his rambling is from him being so amped up from whatever drug is coursing through his system, and your gaze darts down to the table, watching his expert fingers roll.

"you ever take a toke before?" he asks you as he holds out the joint and you shake your head, eliciting a hum from him, "good, good — don't let this shit ruin your pretty lil' head, alright? keep yourself all pure n' innocent up here."

he taps two fingers to your temples and you can't help but nod, glancing at him through wispy lashes and he grins, tonguing at his cheek as his head tilts to the side, watching you.

"yeah... i think you're gonna be my favourite, bun."

#ᯓ꒰asks꒱#ᯓ꒰anon꒱#☆ fratboy!chris #☆ shy!reader #꒰ fratboy!chris x shy!reader prompt ꒱

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navluvr · 8 months ago

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𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐀 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐄, 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐖𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 [e.williams]

pairing ellie williams x fem!reader (exes to lovers)

synopsis when you father hires your ex to be his farmhand, you're left with less and less self control as the days pass, always keeping an eye on the aurburn-haired girl that had stolen your heart years ago

warnings kinda shitty pacing bc i was rushing to get this out, ooc!ellie (maybe idk), not edited very well, heavy kissing, mentions of alcohol

wc 2.7k

note i've had this in the works for over a year now and was originally supposed to publish this on my old blog but oh well...anyway alexa play 'save a horse (ride a cowboy)' by big & rich

the weather was unforgiving.

scorching sun rays beat down on the farm, baking the golden dead grass and drying out the small creek on the outskirts of the perimeter. it was rather unusual for a jackson summer. and it did nothing but inflate your attraction toward the woman who currently hauled large hay bales into the barn.

dressed in a pair of low-rise jorts, her typical high-top converse, and a cream wife-beater, ellie wiped sweat from her forehead with a scowl, face twisted in the bright light. the rise of her arm lifted her shirt, exposing a sliver of the toned abdomen she hid most days. as she caught your eye, spotting you peeking at her from behind the book you were trying to busy yourself with, she sent a cheeky smile, enjoying the way you scurried to cover your face with the novel.

you preoccupied yourself on the back porch, trying and failing to focus on the words that swam on the page of your book. the wicket lounge chair was stiff and the towel under you itched your back, rubbing against the skin that wasn’t covered by the skimpy bikini you had chosen to wear in favor of the hot weather. yet it wasn’t the weather that made you flush and squirm restlessly, your focus settled elsewhere.

“what’re you readin’?”

brows shooting to your hairline, you glanced up at ellie, who had approached without you realizing.

she licked her chapped lips in anticipation, silhouette blocking out the sun.

shaking your head, you sat up straight. “nothing good, to be honest,” you said, avoiding her heavy gaze by flipping the novel over and pretending to look over the back.

she nodded, peeling off the carhartt gloves she wore. reaching for the iced lemonade on the small table next to you, she said before drinking, “so then it’s not one of the smutty books that you enjoy. got it.”

you coughed at her words, choking on your own saliva with widened eyes. perhaps i misheard her, you thought immediately, swallowing down more sputters and croaking out a rough, “what?”

ellie peered at you with a look of amusement. she was certain she had been clear, but that didn’t stop her from repeating her point. “the books you like to read. they’re all just smut. is this one not?”

heart thumping against your ribcage, you gulped. “no.”

even to you it sounded like a shitty lie.

“‘no’…?” she drawled, eyebrows raising with skepticism.

“they’re not all smut, ellie,” you told her defensively, face scrunching as you stiffened on the chair.

the woman in front of you looked mildly unconvinced, but she shrugged regardless. “whatever you say, babe.”

growing uninterested in the novel you were reading thanks to ellie, you set it on the small table beside the chair and watched the woman as she chugged the rest of her drink. “don’t you think it’s a little…inappropriate to call me that?”

ellie set down her glass, fisting her gloves in a hand before crossing her arms above her chest. for a split second you could see a glimpse of the woman you used to call your girlfriend. that is until she fucked you over and confessed that she thought she had feelings to dina. now look at her—single and working as a farmhand on your father’s farm. call it karma or fate, you didn’t know, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t like her reappearance in your life.

“no,” she started, her eyes gleaming with defiance, “i don’t think it’s inappropriate. i call everyone that.”

there was no hiding the clear confusion on your face as you sat up and said, “no, you definitely don’t. pet names were never really your thing, els.”

“well, maybe i’ve changed. we haven’t seen each other in awhile, you know. a lot can happen.” her words sounded indolent, showing no effort to be convincing.

scoffing, you rolled your eyes and swung your legs over the edge of the chair. “whatever. i’m going inside, it’s too hot out here.”

“you going to the party tonight?” ellie asked abruptly, her indifferent facade shedding like old skin. “the one being held in the dancehall?”

you gripped the edge of the furniture, angling your head to look up at her. she wants me to go, you realized quickly. that desperate expression of hers made it quite obvious. “of course i’m going.”

it wasn’t a lie, but it also wasn’t the truth. you hadn’t intended on going until she said something.

at your response, she nodded, beginning to put her gloves back on. “i guess i’ll see you there then.”

“i suppose so.”

she arrived at your door at 7 p.m. sharp.

and, hell, she looked sharp.

the way her brown button up-flannel molded perfectly with her lean figure, faded jeans accentuating the acute curve of her hips, the stressed ends brushing against the dark brown of her cowboy boots. you were practically drooling at her exposed forearms, long sleeves rolled to her elbows. and, of course, the cherry on top had to be the black cowboy hat decorating the crown of her head, shading her face from the sinking sun behind her.

you mentally cursed your father for hiring ellie williams.

“what’re you doing here?” you asked keenly, adjusting your stance in the doorway.

she looked at you as if you had said something in another language, trying (and failing) to not look down at the small top and pajama shorts you wore . “i’m here to pick you up. figured you wouldn’t want to go to the party alone.”

you stared at her for a moment. she was right, of course. parties had never really been your idea of fun. the only time you ever went was when one of your friends could talk you into going. “come in, then. i need to finish getting dressed; shouldn’t take too long.”

ellie stepped inside cautiously, gingerly removing her hat and placing it on a nearby hook, like she was waiting for you to change your mind about the whole thing. but you didn’t, only shutting the door behind her and gesturing for her to follow you up the steps and into your bedroom. somewhere she had been oh-so-many times before the breakup.

the arid air was filled with tension, so thick that a knife would have to roughly saw its way through just to slice it.

you played off your uncomfort by sitting at your vanity calmly (definitely not forgetting that ellie had built this piece of furniture for you as a present for a past birthday), and grabbed the already-open tinted lip balm. the tin was cool in your palm as you dipped your finger in and then applied the sweet salve to your puckered mouth.

ellie watched from afar, unsure of where she should be as she waited, not wanting to break a boundary. if there even were boundaries to be broken.

she watched you diligently, eyes never leaving your mouth. she couldn’t help but gulp when you turned to her expectantly, asking her, “do i look fine?”

“you look as party-ready as you’ll ever be.” what she really wanted to say was, you look better than ‘fine.’ you always have, though she held her tongue reluctantly.

you gave her a curt nod, somewhat disappointed by her dry-ass remark. whatever. you’d mess with her later, after you’ve had a few drinks perhaps.

so, dropping the lip product into a drawer, you stood, pushing the stool back under the vanity before walking over to your wardrobe. the faded red wood had once gleamed when golden hour would come around, but with time its shine had dulled and the cabinet doors squeaked.

with a heavy breath, you sighed and pulled the round handles, exposing a plethora of clothes. as your eyes scanned your dresses, an idea sparked in your mind. you looked over your shoulder, finding ellie’s neutral gaze. “come pick out something for me to wear.”

her eyebrows flickered upward, slightly startled by your request. “but wouldn’t that be-”

“be what?” you interrupted, feigning a confused expression. “i’m just asking you to pick out a dress for me.”

the corners of ellie’s mouth turned south, and you ignored her when she muttered, “you didn’t ask, you demanded.”

you stepped out of her way, giving her the space to go through her options. however you didn’t miss the way she licked her lips, once again glancing at your pajama-clad figure before turning her attention to the open wardrobe.

the room was quiet, energy shifting ever so slightly from awkward to familiar. tension changing into something a little more…enticing as you waited for her decision regarding your outfit.

there was no hiding your smile when she pulled out a plain black mini dress with thin spaghetti straps, its neckline low. ellie had fucked you in that dress way too many times to count; it aroused something low in your stomach.

“good choice,” you teased, grabbing the article of clothing from her.

her expression heeded no hint as to what she was feeling, but with many years spent by her side, you had some idea of her internal gay panic. she could only hide it so well around the people who knew her best.

you placed the dress on your bed before dropping your pajama shorts to the floor, provoking a sharp inhale from the auburn-haired woman behind you.

“what the hell?!” ellie immediately seethed, her eyes averting your body as she spun to face your wardrobe.

you scoffed before ridding yourself of your shirt as well, suddenly feeling even more pleased with yourself for not wearing a bralette. “oh please, you’ve seen my body too many times to count.” rolling your eyes, you grabbed the dress and slipped it on, thankful for the absent zipper that was often prominent in similar pieces.

ellie eventually gave in and turned around, vaguely relieved to see that you now had something covering your body. she was unsure of what she would have done had you stayed undressed for an extended amount of time, her hands itching to run their familiar course on your bare figure.

“are you done staring?” you asked her ardently, adjusting the fabric of the dress as you narrowed your gaze at her.

“yes.” her answer was clipped, yet you didn’t say anything further. she was determined to avoid your jarring gaze.

you raised your chin slightly, observing her for a split second. her hands fisted and flexed by her sides, although she was definitely trying to hide it. she was dying for makeup sex just as you were. however there was no way you were going to let her know that, at least not right now. you wanted to manage to get out of the house first: wanted to see if her nerves would die out and be replaced with the cockiness she sported like armor.

“let’s go then,” you finally said, “don’t want to keep people waiting.”

ellie nodded curtly, making no fuss as she followed you out of the room and down the flight of stairs, her boots clacking with each step.

when you reached the bottom, you reached for your own set of boots by the door, their cream color worn with each wear. you pulled them on as ellie grabbed her hat, opened the door for you, and dramatically held her arm out.

unable to hide an amused grin, you linked your elbow with hers, letting her guide you out of the house and to shimmer, who grazed on a plot of grass by the front porch. as ellie untied the reins and pulled herself up, you watched the way her body moved fluidly and adjusted her person on the western-style saddle.

she offered her hand, lips pulling into a charming smile. “come on, sweet girl.”

trying to suppress your grin, you grabbed her hand and placed your foot in a stirrup, a little too eager for the feel of ellie’s strong back against your front.

“just sit and look pretty, i’ll be right back.”

ellie had left to go grab drinks from the bar almost the second the two of you had entered the dancehall. and you were thankful, unsure that you’d be able to keep up your teasing facade without a little bit of something in your system.

when you spotted her, two red cups in hand, you exhaled heavily, muttering a ‘thanks’ and taking your drink. you didn’t waste any time before downing the brown liquid that burned all the way down your throat.

“hey, take it easy, baby,” ellie remarked, concern etching her features. she eased the cup from your hands, her eyebrows furrowed with faint worry. “there’s plenty of time to get drunk; no need to rush.”

as you swallowed the last bit of booze-flavored saliva on your tongue, you shifted ineptly. there went your attempt to spur your courage. great.

“ellie,” you said cautiously, eyes glued to the cluster of bodies on the dance floor and trying to ignore the way your breath was growing uneven. you toyed with the locket around your neck, mustering what bravery you had hidden.

“yes?”

“i think coming here, together, was a bad idea.”

your words had struck something in the woman next to you, and you watched from your peripheral as she tried to understand your statement. ellie looked wounded. a simple ‘why?’ was all she could manage to convene, the cups in her hands crinkling ever so slightly.

gaze finally sliding to meet hers, you said, “because all i’ve wanted to do since you showed up at my doorstep was kiss you.”

there was no telling where you had gotten the balls to say something so blunt, but boy did it feel good. you had missed ellie a lot, and you somehow managed to miss her even more the day your father had hired her as his farmhand. maybe it was because, while she had appeared in your life once more (after nearly a year of her staying in jackson), she wasn’t in your life; you were lucky if a conversation flowed between your awkward persons, still trying to make out what you were to one another.

“fuck,” ellie drawled, turning her back to the crowd. she shoved the drinks onto a nearby table, her stature tense. “you can’t just say things like that.”

you bit the inside of your cheek, moving closer to her. “why not?” your voice was unintentionally low.

ellie’s eyes, blazing like green fire, found yours. she turned to face you, hot breath mingling with yours as you exhaled in anticipation of her words.

“because it makes me want to do more than just kiss you.”

without thinking, you grabbed the front two belt loops of her jeans, not wasting a moment to second guess anything, and pulled her front against yours, lips instantly crashing with hers. as you fervently kissed ellie, her hands settling on your love handles, you hummed in satisfaction. this is exactly what you wanted—and you had wanted it from the moment she started working on your family’s farm.

ellie’s mouth moved against yours, just as desperate as you felt. when she pulled away, her breath heavy, she muttered, “let’s take this somewhere else.”

you nodded, dazedly staring at her lips before she grabbed your hand and turned, leading you both through the maze of people. your thoughts were muddled in your mind, too entranced by the situation to notice that she had led you, hurriedly at that, to the bathroom. she pushed open the door, ushering you inside, with a hand on the curve of your spine.

before you could even utter a word, some chippy remark you’d already forgotten, ellie was on you.

“was this your plan all along?” she asked, her breath fanning over the skin of your jawline, body caging you against the counter of the sink. “to mess with me until i snapped and gave in?”

swallowing thickly, consumed by the feeling of ellie’s hands and mouth, you let out a strained whine. your fingers found the strands of hair at her nape, tugging as if to answer her question. yes, obviously.

a guttural sound left her throat at your wordless response, her fingers trailing down, searching for the place she knew you wanted her most. but just as she dipped her hand under the hem of your panties, your skin hot under her touch, she leaned in, lips ghosting the shell of your ear.

“you’re going to have to earn whatever it is you want.”

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reidmotif · 2 years ago

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Popsicle Love

Summary: Reader and Spencer are at a ridiculously hot precinct station, getting on each other's nerves arguing. Reader realizes she can get back at him, using a certain sweet treat.

Prompt: Spencer can't deal with how much Reader loves popsicles/ice cream cones

Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader

Category: Smut

Content Warning: Reader POV, rough sex, hair-pulling, dom!Spencer, coworker relationship, oral sex (m receiving), fingering (f receiving) , dirty talk, heavy making-out, unprotected penetrative sex, bathroom sex, hate-fucking, pure smut

Word Count: 3.2k

“It is too fucking hot for this” was my first thought as he began talking to me. Fuck Spencer Reid, because he was the who decided that today, in the sweltering Georgia heat, was the day he would annoy the ever-loving shit out of me.

“You’re going about this all wrong!” Spencer said, rolling his eyes. His sleeves were pulled up, and there was anger in his eyes. I crossed my legs, feeling my skirt ride up but I honestly couldn’t care less. It was scorching, and I was determined to not lose this argument to Reid. I let out a breath of air, meeting him with my own annoyed, exasperated expression.

“Reid, you’re being absolutely childish right now.” I retorted. “Sort through the paperwork first, then analyze it! Not everyone wants to do things the way you insist on doing them!” I say, furrowing my brows.

“Not everyone can.” He says, cockily, a smirk gracing his lips. That motherfucker.

I was about to get up and honestly hit him square in the jaw, half from my delusion in the heat, and half from how fucking smug he sounded. I wanted to knock that smirk off his face, and maybe ruin that pretty smile of his in the process, just as an added bonus.

Thankfully, before I could do anything rash that would definitely result in me losing my job, one of the officers of the station quickly came to interrupt us.

“Hey, one of the officers brought in popsicles. If any of y’all would like any, they’re in the breakroom.” She said, turning away. Thank God for Southern hospitality, I suppose.

I sighed, getting up from my spot. Spencer and I clearly weren’t getting anywhere when it came to our disagreements, and that’s how it was, and how it would remain to be. The man was a pain-in-the-fucking ass, and it was an honest shame, considering the fact he was actually pretty hot, especially when his mouth wasn’t moving.

Spencer walked ahead of me, the idea of something to cool him down enticing him just as much as it did me. We reached the breakroom and he opened the freezer, taking out the box of popsicles, and looking into it. He pulled out two, presumably one for me, and one for him.

“Blue or red?” He says, holding out the brightly colored packages, offering me a choice of one.

“Red.” I say, reaching over with no hesitation and grabbing the red-colored packaging in his hand. “Duh.” I added, starting to unwrap the treat. “It’s the best flavor.”

He scoffed a little, opening up his own, blue package, and I rolled my eyes at the sound.

“What, are you going to argue with me about my choices in popsicle flavor too now?” I say, with a disbelieving tone.

“No, it’s nothing,” He says, shrugging, with that same, shit-eating, self-satisfied grin.

God, I hated him.

I gave a deep exhale through my nose, forcing myself to calm down. I decided it’d be for the best if I walked out, left him here alone to avoid another fight. He called out before I could even walk two steps.

“You have to eat here.” He said, taking licks at his popsicle. “The officers- they’re old fashioned. I don’t know.” He adds, “If you wanna be yelled at though, be my guest.”

I grumbled internally at that, but I knew he was right. I didn’t want to be yelled at.

I took my place, leaning against a table that had been placed in the breakroom and taking my own popsicle out of the packaging, beginning to eat it. I sighed happily as I felt the taste settle on my tongue, the coolness blooming throughout my mouth. I began by licking the sides before taking it in my mouth. I suckled for a minute, and I could feel it already melting down my fingers a bit, due to the heat in the station. I released the popsicle in my mouth with a pop, before going to lick the sticky residue off my fingers. It was a little childish, sure, but it was hot and it wasn’t like anyone was watching me. I continued this cycle, softly sucking at the popsicle and wrapping my tongue around it until I heard what sounded like ... a whimper from across the room? I let my eyes drift up, noticing a seemingly flustered Spencer in the corner of my eye. He leaned away from me, crossing his legs. I knitted my brows, before putting the pieces together, realizing what had happened.

He was a guy, after all. And I suppose the way I was eating my popsicle could come off as suggestive, but come on! How else was I meant to eat it? And armed with the knowledge that my innocent action was enough to provoke him, I decided a little more intent in my movement couldn’t hurt.

I began to take the popsicle a little more vigorously, bobbing my head a bit. My lips wrapped around the treat, and I could feel Spencer’s eyes shamelessly on me and internally grinned. Good. He had annoyed me all day, and the idea of him dealing with a hard-on with no way to relieve himself was definitely karmic justice in my eyes. I closed my eyes, savoring the taste, but also in the way I could feel Spencer shifting around, trying to hide what seemed like a fast-growing erection. When I hollowed out my cheeks, and swirled my tongue around the sweetness in my mouth, I could hear a sound from the back of his throat escaping his lips. I let the popsicle out of my mouth, and in that moment, a melted chunk seemed to fall off, landing itself on my chest. I hissed, feeling the coldness of the tacky liquid running down my bare skin.

“Shit.” I said, trying to flick off the liquid off my hands and realizing I’d need to clean myself up. I dropped the remainder of the popsicle in the trash, not bothering to look back, before I walked over to the bathroom. I let out a breath of air as I opened the door to the precinct bathroom, looking at my chest and sighing, grabbing a handful of paper towels to run under the sink to wash myself with.

Before I could do that though, I heard the door swing open, and saw through the mirror it was none other than Spencer Reid. I crossed my arms, putting my back to the counter of the sink as I turned around to look him up and down.

“What are you doing here?” I remarked, with a displeased tone.

He looked absolutely furious, and there was a slight part of me that was excited, knowing I could rile him up like this. He was breathing heavily, and moving closer to me, trapping me in between the counter and his body, and what felt like a very noticeable hardness pressing against my thigh.

“The better question is, what the fuck are you doing?” He asked, his tone low and menacing.

I rolled my eyes, before feigning a look of innocence, making my eyes wide. “What do you mean, Spencer?”

“You know exactly what I mean.” He responds, gripping a piece of hair at the back of my skull and pulling slightly, forcing me to bare my neck to him. “Where do you get off doing something like that to me, huh?” He murmurs, leaning closer and letting his lips brush over the shell of my ear.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I retorted hastily, but I could hear the shakiness in my voice. The way he was speaking, the pull he had on my hair- it thrilled me, and contributed to a growing heat between my legs.

He pushed himself further and further against me, and I could feel his erection against my thigh even more so than before, and felt my stomach flutter at the feeling. My jaw dropped a bit, letting out a soft sigh, sensitive to the sensation.

“Oh is that right?” Spencer replies, nodding as he spoke a little cruelly. “You like acting like this? Like a goddamn slut?” He grunts out. He twists and pulls my hair a little more, eliciting a soft moan from my lips.

“You like it when I pull on your pretty hair like that?” He said, snarking the words at me. “Like how wet I make you?” He whispered, venom in his voice.

Without warning, he placed his fingers at the growing wet patch at my underwear, roughly pushing it aside before starting to rub harsh, tight circles around my clit. I nearly lost my mind at the sensation, nearly doubling over with pleasure.

I whimpered softly, and I could feel his smirk as he started to kiss up and down my neck. “So wet for me, mm?” He says, starting to move his fingers faster over my swollen clit. “I’ve barely touched you. You’re fucking needy for me, yeah?”

I groaned, not processing enough of what he was saying to warrant a response. My brain was foggy from how good he was making me feel. I tried to not think about the fact that this was Spencer, the Spencer who’d annoyed me from the moment I’d joined the BAU. The Spencer I despised, the one I was supposed to hate- but here was, making me orgasm in a precinct bathroom with his fingers alone.

He rubbed a bit faster, before thrusting two fingers into my needy cunt. I moaned again, louder, and he responded by burying his fingers even deeper into my core, pumping harshly. I could feel the room spinning, gripping onto the counter behind me to stabilize me as my orgasm began to approach me rapidly. He watched me intently, his gaze hot and intense before smirking. “Come for me. Come all over my fingers, (Y/N).” He whispered.

I did, nearly on command, convulsing against him as I felt myself clench around his long, slender digits, my moans reverberating around the small space.

He withdrew his fingers suddenly, leaving me painfully empty before he began to grab my face roughly, forcing me to look at him.

“Say that you want this, bitch.” He whispers harshly, pulling my hair and eliciting yet another moan from me as he pushed me up against the counter.

“Spencer..” I murmured, feeling my knees go a bit weak at how roughly he was manhandling me. He spun our positions around, and I felt him using the grip on my hair to push me down to my knees.

“Say it!” He said, a little more firmly now. “I need to hear you say it.”

I felt the desperation in his tone, weakly looking up at him from this angle before I nodded quickly.

“I want you. I want this.” I wailed, arousal coursing through my veins. I no longer cared about the humiliation of letting him use me like this. I wanted to chase this feeling forever, wanted to be at his mercy for as long as he wanted, as long as he could continue to make me feel this good.

I felt him groan above me, before he pulled me closer to his bulge, raising an eyebrow. He looked absolutely wild from here, sweat dripping down from his brow, and sleeves pushed up. He breathed heavily, his chest heaving up and down.

“Go on then. This is what you wanted, wasn’t it?” He mocked, but I could tell his voice was strained with the exact same need I was feeling in the moment.

I gave no protest, using my deft fingers to quickly undo his slacks, pulling them down along with his boxers, watching his heavy cock bob in the air for a moment, before looking up at him, my jaw slightly agape.

Was this really happening?

He nodded, as if to give me an okay, and I didn’t need any more encouragement than that. I swirled my tongue around his tip, watching in fascination as I heard a groan from him, his head falling back as he moaned. “Fuck, (Y/N). Just like that.”

I grew bolder with his praise. I began to take more of him in my mouth, using my hands where my tongue wouldn’t reach. I gripped and worked his base, while suckling on what my mouth could reach. As I got used to the intrusion in my mouth, I moved down slowly, eventually taking the whole of him. He moaned loudly at this, and gripped my hair tighter, starting to move me up and down his cock. I relaxed the muscles in my mouth, letting him use me as he pleased. I watched from the lower angle the best I could, the sight of him coming undone at my mouth absolutely gorgeous. I could feel the tears pooling in the corner of my eyes, the saliva dripping down from my mouth and covering my chest. I wanted to watch him fall apart, to be at my mercy just as much as I was at his.

He moaned at the feeling, and I could feel myself get wetter at the sound. “Oh fuck. You feel so fucking good.” He groaned out, before grabbing my hair yet again, and holding my head in place. He started to fuck my throat roughly, and the tears began to flow a little more rapidly, feeling the pooling of saliva down my chin as I felt him hit the back of my throat.

“You like this, huh?” He teased from above, between pants and sighs. “Wanted me all riled up, so we could do this, right?”

I nodded desperately, incoherent begs and whines coming from my mouth before he pulled me off with a tug. I felt delightfully dirty, as he forced me up again and kissed me roughly. I barely registered him turning us around in my lustful stupor, bending me mercilessly against the sink and lifting up my skirt, pulling my underwear down in a clean swoop. I could feel him squeezing the fat of my hips and moaned at the way he controlled me so easily, to which he let out a smug chuckle.

He gripped my hair again, pulling my head up and forcing me to look at myself. We looked sinful, his cock pressing against my wet folds, teasing me.

“See that? You look like a fucking whore.” He snarled, breathing heavily.

I wasn’t going to let him win so easily. Even though I wanted the same things as him, I knew the more I teased him, the better I’d get from him. I raised an eyebrow and breathlessly murmured, “Are you going to stand there and look at me, or are you going to fuck me, Reid?”

He bared his teeth at me, thrusting into me roughly with no warning. “Oh, you wanna be fucked? Then take it.” He groaned, starting to buck his hips against me like a man possessed.

I moaned at the sudden feeling, letting my jaw drop fully to let out all my noises. I could feel the slaps of his skin against mine, and the smell of sex filling up the small space. His fingers gripped so tightly into my stomach I swear I could feel the bruises already blooming over my stomach. I let him fill me up, his thick cock passing through me roughly, over and over again.

“So fucking warm and wet. You feel..” He paused, moaning and jutting against me faster. “So fucking good.”

I could see the sweat dripping down his brow, and the way it collected down his neck. In this moment though, the only heat I could focus on was no longer the one around us, but the one that came from every brutal pass of his cock, creating a delicious burn I reveled in with every moment he stayed inside me. I moaned loudly, feeling myself get hotter and hotter with every second.

I watched through the mirror as he fucked me into the counter with no restraint, his head thrown back, eyes shut as he continued to use me, plowing into me from behind. I could feel my knees getting weaker, feeling his cock twitch inside of me as I arched my back to take more of him. He groaned at the sensation of him bottoming out, the rhythm of his hips becoming irregular as he continued to rut into me. I rolled my hips against him, hoping to spur on our impending releases. He thrust into me once or twice , until I felt him come with a loud moan, a familiar warmth pooling into my deepest point, but even then his hips didn't still. He fucked his own arousal into me, and I could feel my orgasm rapidly approaching, his lazy thrusts doing me in, and soon enough I was spasming over his cock, moaning loudly.

He pulled out of me, and my eyes fluttered shut at the sudden emptiness. I could feel his cum dripping down my leg, and his eyes watching in fascination as the mixture of both of our releases leaked out of me. He pulled up my underwear, immediately soaking up the liquids, and I groaned at the feeling. He pulled me up, leaning me against the sink.

I watched as he panted against the sink, and I swear, I would’ve fallen over without his steady grip on my hips. He and I were both flushed, my hair absolutely ruined from how hard he’d been pulling it, my tear-stained face still contorted in an expression of pleasure as we both recovered from the highs of our orgasms.

“Did I hurt you?” He asks, in between his breaths, looking genuinely concerned. “I wasn’t too rough, was I?”

I laughed a little bit at that, shaking my head. “You were the perfect amount of rough. Don’t worry.” I say, waving him off a little, assuring him that I got just as much out of this as he did.

As he tucked himself back into his pants, he grinned at me for seemingly no reason. I met his eyes with a confused expression, raising an eyebrow, pressing my lips together. “What are you grinning about?” I ask, trying to fix my hair as I look at him.

He walked over to me, turning me to face the mirror. I felt his chest against my back, and one of his large hands came to wrap themselves around me, before he ghosted a finger over my chest and whispered against my ear. “You still have some of that goddamn popsicle on you.” He says, trying not to laugh.

I rolled my eyes, chuckling a bit as I remembered the entire reason he’d been provoked to do this, and went to go finally wipe off the sticky residue once and for all. “Oh yeah. Popsicle.” I said, teasingly.

“Never do that again.” He says, starting to move away from me as he worked on making himself presentable enough to leave the bathroom with me.

I paused, turning around to look at him, still appearing completely fucked out and dazed as I smirked a bit. “If it gets you to fuck me like that? No promises.”

wow! a short fic from me?! crazy!! i wanted to try my hand at writing something smutty, but short. this was specifically written for @imagining-in-the-margins summer sunshine challenge, so go check that out :3 thank you for any likes, reblogs or comments. <3 i'm eternally thankful

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bluejutdae · 1 year ago

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• best friend Stray Kids saving you (or being saved by you) from a bad date | Felix x you

genre: romance, best friend to lovers

warnings: none, except that i am not satisfied at all with this but I’ve read it so many times I’m starting to hate it. I might edit heavily later

The moment you park outside the restaurant Lixie is in, you press the call button. Faking an emergency is not too hard, you talk about a friend getting injured and at the hospital, exaggerating your tone and almost making Felix laugh.

He’s out in less than five minutes. Under his bright smile there’s something you can’t decipher. He gets in your car and just his presence makes you happy. Everyone loves Felix, and you’re not immune to his charm either. He’s always kind, generous, sweet and funny. You’re really lucky to have him in your life.

“Ice cream?”

“Yes, please.” It’s so funny to hear his deep voice in such a childish tone.

You don’t press for answers about his date during the drive to your favorite ice cream place, you put on some music and sing loudly with him. Save for that indecipherable look in his eyes, he seems pretty normal.

You take your ice creams and decide to take a walk on the riverside. The wind is pretty chill, but neither of you mind too much. It’s him who brings up the date he was on.

“The date… it was like a blind date. But I didn’t know it was a date until it was too late.”

“Uh- what?” It doesn’t make sense: how did he manage to go on a date without knowing?

“Hannie.” Yeah, maybe it makes sense. Jisung means well, but most of the time the execution is, at best, messy.

“How did he get you?”

“He begged me to go on a double date on the premise it was just because this girl he wanted to go out with was wary of going out alone with him so she’d bring a friend with, but we were supposed to be just wingmen. Or so he told me.”

He licks his ice cream and shakes his head.

“About 10 minutes before we were supposed to meet he called and told me it was a lie and it was a blind date…”

You’re not sure as to what to say. It is very on brand for Jisung, but you can also understand how frustrating it can be for Felix. He’s a sweetheart, he must have felt guilty for having unwillingly misled the girl.

“I couldn’t just leave and stand her up. She knew nothing about the lie, so it wasn't her fault.”

“Was she nice, at least?”

He nods, but he seems almost distracted. “She was nice. Pretty and funny, to be honest.”

“Why didn’t you stay, then?”

He slows down to a stop, and the moment you notice you turn around to look at him, a question on your face. He cleans his mouth with the small napkin and exhales with a small grimace.

“Lix?”

“Because I like you. And I’m not interested in other girls.”

He likes you. Felix likes you. And not in a friendly way. In a like like way. You weren’t expecting that.

“I-“ you start, but you don’t know how to continue that sentence. What do you say to your best friend who just said he likes you? Do you even like him? You’ve always been pretty good at keeping your feelings in check, so after knowing him, when it was clear you were headed towards just being friends, that’s what you set your mind -and your heart- to. He’s your friend, and you didn’t even ever consider more.

“I’m sorry. I’ve kept it from you for a while but I couldn’t anymore. That’s why Jisung insisted on this date. He was trying to distract me.” He turns slightly to watch at the river flowing fast but quietly. “Things don't have to change. If you don’t feel the same it’s okay, but I’d like to stay friends if you’re okay with that. I don’t wanna lose you.”

The idea of Felix losing you is ridiculous to you, nothing is ever gonna make you distance yourself from him. You try to tell him so by hugging him. “Lixie, we’ll always be friends, no matter what.”

You speak into his jacket, and maybe it’s easier this way.

“I thought we were only meant to be friends, so I didn’t even consider looking at you in a different way.” You can feel him tense under your hug. “Wait, wait, listen to me please.” Still hugging him you try to look at him, a smile on your lips. He’s your best friend, he’s the best person you’ve ever met. Being liked by him is an honor, and if you think about it, trying to be something more it’s not something that you hate.

“You’re my best friend, Lix. You know I love you, and I think you’re perfect. I never let myself think about you like that, but I know that if I give it a chance, it’d be so easy to fall in love with you romantically.”

“You don’t have to make yourself like me.”

“Don’t be silly. I’d be lucky to love you. Give me a chance?”

He’s smiling now, and he’s so so pretty like this. He’s always pretty, you tell him constantly, but when he smiles it’s his best look.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure Lixie. Let me take you out on a date? I promise to spoil you…”

“Shouldn’t I be the one asking you out?”

“It’s okay. You can ask next time.” You kiss him on his cheek and hold his hand, making him resume your stroll.

He really is easy to love, and not even a month later you ask yourself how you ever managed not to be head over heels in love with your best friend boyfriend.

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bernardsbendystraws · 19 days ago

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You Don’t Own Me

SERIES MASTERLIST

Chris Sturniolo lives by his own rules, refusing to be controlled. Some see him as a rebel, a troublemaker—but is that the full truth? Meanwhile, Y/N is focused on making the most of her last year of high school, determined to have a normal teenage experience. But when their worlds collide, they realize they may have more in common than they ever expected.

WARNINGS: COPYRIGHT NOTICE. Panic attack, drugs, alcohol, mentions of suggestive content

A/N: I tried to make it in one chapter, but this is gonna have to be multiple sorry lovies </3

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With love and big tits, Rose

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P17: Safe?

“He told you what?” Mia exclaims, her eyes wide as she looks over at me.

After Chris dragged me back to his room to ‘talk,’ there really wasn’t that much fucking talking. If anything, it was him trying to coddle me, mumbling to himself until he said words that made my tongue bleed from how hard I bit on the soft muscle.

“I don’t want you hanging out with her alone.”

His words, his dumb fucking words. They made my blood boil, my body aching from an echoing pulse before I stormed out of the house, not bothering to even get my school bag from Matt’s room.

Thankfully, Matt returned it later that night—thankfully, it wasn’t Chris who was knocking on my window for once.

I shrug my shoulders, clutching the ice cream cup more as I lick the sweet treat off the spoon. “Yeah. I mean…that’s fucked, right?” I ask.

Mia nods, poking her spoon into her ice cream cup as she grimaces. “Yes, very fucked. If Matt did that…” she says, trailing off with a disappointed shake of her head.

I roll my eyes. “Matt would never do that, though.” I mutter.

He never would. Mia’s lucky. Matt is a lot more reasonable.

At least he wasn’t toxic.

“But, what are you telling me then? I’m confused.” she says.

My lips curl into a smile, the idea floating and drifting into my mind falling from my mouth with a subtle dry laugh.

“Well,” I start, swallowing some of the ice cream before clearing my throat, “-I’m gonna go to one of the lame-ass parties, make sure that Chris knows he can’t control me. I mean, I don’t even fucking understand why he doesn’t want me to hang out with you. No offense,” I look up and down, wincing as I notice the tiny bow sewn into the top of her shirt, “-if I’m not allowed to hang out with you, who the fuck would he even let me hang out with.”

Mia nods with understanding. “Makes sense, but don’t those parties….I don’t know….like, suck?” she asks.

“Yeah, but I’m petty.” I remark. She nods again, chewing on her lip.

“What about Shawn? Doesn’t he make you really uncomfortable?” she interrogates. My head bobs up and down once more, my shoulders shrugging as I let out a bored sigh. “Well, what if I, what if I went with you?” she offers.

My face scrunches. The thought of Mia at a party seems out of place. I can only imagine her in the comfy clothes she’s in. Lots of oversized zip ups with plain, soft shirts underneath—most having that cute bow sewn in at the top hem.

Hell, I couldn’t even imagine her getting in a sequence dress or anything. It just felt odd.

“You don’t have to do that. Plus, Matt would kill me—-”

“We don’t have to tell him. This is just so you feel like you’re free again,” she blushes, looking down into her cup as she swirls her spoon, “-and I really wanna say I’ve been to a party, to be honest.” she mutters.

I bite on my lower lip, my eyes squinting with mischief. “Perfect. But-” I lean in closer, giving her a warning look, “-you can’t wander off, alright? I don’t care if you’re pulling on my clothes like a toddler, do not leave my side. Got it?” I question.

Mia nods with wide eyes. I sit back up, shrugging as I let out a deep breath.

“Wanna get ready at my place? It’s a Saturday, I know there’s gotta be at least something happening tonight.” I announce, pulling out my phone and going to Shawn’s contact.

“Yes! Oh my god, I’m so excited!” she squeals.

A smile covers my face from her tone. I type a quick message to Shawn, my lips curling more as he types back within an instant, giving me an address of a party tonight. It’s the same house I was at the night I met Chris. At least I know where I’m going.

At least I’ll be going with an actual friend.

___

Music echoes through my room. I’m shifting through my closet, an irreplaceable smile on my face as I pick out an outfit.

I feel like I’m in a movie, picking out my friend’s outfit before we go do something memorable. I’m already dressed. A tight tube top with a thin zipper on the side, a denim mini skirt, and sneakers.

“Ohhhhh, I like this,” Mia points, pulling out a sundress of mine.

“That’s not exactly party-clothes. Here,” A laugh pushes through my lips. I push the hanger back in, pulling her hand over to the shirt in my hand. “-what about this?” I ask.

She hesitantly takes the hangers from my hand, holding up the outfit and analyzing the clothes with a nervous gulp. “Are you sure? This seems like—”

I cut her off, spinning her around by the shoulders, pushing her towards the bathroom. “Just try it on!” I urge.

Mia walks off to the bathroom. I stalk over to my bay window, sitting and closing my eyes as I take a deep breath.

This doesn’t feel good.

Sure, being petty and feeling free did, but I didn’t wanna feel like I have to do this. Why couldn’t Chris always be sweet? Why did he have to be so…ugh.

My body jolts as I hear a tap on the glass pane behind me. I gulp, turning around slowly, coming face to face with him.

Chris.

Fuck.

Mia will be out any second. She definitely looks like she’s going to a party. My outfit could pass by as casual, hers couldn’t.

I turn around quickly, pulling open the window as my heart echoes in my ears. “What are you doing here? I—”

“Why are you dressed like that?” he asks, gazing over my appearance. His tone isn’t cruel, it’s curious.

My eyes drift to the bathroom door, my pulse hammering as I feel my face get warm. “I just wanted to get dressed up today, I—what are you doing here?” I repeat, flinching as I bit too hard on the inside of my cheek.

Chris moves, trying to climb in through my window. His brows furrow as I push him back, blocking the entrance as I try to shield his view of the inside of my room as much as possible.

“Can we talk?” he asks.

My lips roll together. I shake my head firmly, huffing out a sigh as my eyes narrow down at him.

Chris swallows thickly. He takes a step back, looking down and avoiding my gaze. “I–um, okay. I’ll…I’ll give you some space, but,” his lips smack open and shut, “-can we talk…soon?” he asks.

“Yeah, whatever. Soon.” I puff, closing the window as he starts to back away slowly.

My eyes squint together as I hear the bathroom door open, Mia’s head peeking out as she stares at me with wide eyes.

“Does this…look okay?” she questions, hesitantly stepping out.

Holy fuck.

My jaw drops. The sight of her dressed in my clothes is different, unfamiliar, but not exactly bad. She looks good—really good.

“Jesus, Mia.” I breathe, my eyes tracing over her hesitant hands as they slide over the small mini skirt.

She’s wearing a bright blue top, one that has more coverage, but is tight. The skirt is black, simple but cohesive. She has on her typical converse, the slight frills of her socks peeking out making me smile.

“I feel hot!” she exclaims, twirling around and strutting a pose.

My lips flubber with a giggle, I hear my phone chime, looking down to see a text from Shawn.

“Ready?” I ask, watching as she looks down, taking in a second glance of the outfit before looking up at me with a firm nod.

___

It’s too fucking loud. Regret coils in my gut as I shove through a crowd of sweaty bodies, the bass nearly shaking the mansion as I cautiously watch the chandelier above me.

This is not worth it.

Sure, I felt free, but I didn’t exactly feel safe.

Mia’s too passive. Her hands keep losing me as she refuses to shove through the bodies, trying to stop and say ‘excuse me.’

“C’mon,” I yell, my eyes trained on Mia as she squishes through a bundle of dancing girls who are barely standing up right.

Once she pushes through, I grasp onto her wrist, tugging her behind me as I walk up the curved stairs, stopping at another living room.

This house is huge. It’s more of a castle than a mansion.

Shawn and his buddies come into sight. They’re all sprawled on the couch. Bottles of beer and an assortment of different drugs sit on the coffee table. I flinch at the distinct smell of weed.

“Let’s just,” I pull Mia closer, making her sit on the empty single sofa chair before walking over and plopping next to Shawn. My fingers pinch the bridge of my nose. I take a deep sigh, trying to ease the ache in my temples.

“Hey,” Shawn slurs, his eyes hazily blinking at me as I direct my attention towards him.

The chatter around us is quieter, but it’s still loud. I feel his knee bump into mine. A sigh falls from my lips, but I’m not exactly annoyed with the touch. At least it’s better than being stuck in a crowd of grinding bodies.

“Hi.” I reply.

My eyes narrow as I watch him reach forward, pushing his beer can into my hands.

I shake my head from side to side, pushing the drink back towards him as he shrugs, sighing as he places it back onto the coffee table in the middle of all the couches and chairs.

“Just thought I’d offer. You look a bit,” his lips twist towards the side, “-miserable.”

A short laugh falls from my lips at the statement. I feel his hand land on my thigh, cringing as I lightly brush it off.

“I..I’m sorry.”

His words catch me off guard. I look over to see his eyes falling with sympathy.

“I should just take the hint. I guess—-I just…I really liked you. But, I’ll try to lay off.” he says, removing his hand and placing it back onto his own knee.

The surrounding noise seems to buzz faintly in my ears. My eyes focus on him as I analyze his face. His words weren’t that slurred, he’s not completely gone from reality.

He means it.

“It’s…it’s okay. I, um, I appreciate it, really.” I remark, my lips pulling into a tight line as I watch him hum, taking another swig of his drink.

Huh.

Who would’ve thought the highlight of my night would be Shawn of all things.

Looking over my shoulder, my heart drops as I see it—an empty chair, the chair Mia is supposed to be sitting in.

Fuck.

“Where—” I look over to the guys on the couch opposite to me, “-where’s Mia?” I question, standing up and peeking my head around each corner.

She’s gone.

“Your friend?” One of them asks. I nod furiously, my face falling with panic. “She was gonna find a bathroom or something, I don’t know.” he remarks carelessly.

I feel a hand on my shoulder, whipping around to see Shawn with a stern expression.

“I’ll help you find her. She’s probably just in one of the rooms around here, let’s go look, okay? It’s fine.” he assures, the calm tone doing little to ease the panic shriveling through my body.

___

I can’t find her. It’s been awhile—too long. Shawn and I have searched in every room, even walking in on a couple occupied rooms. Those images would be scarred in my brain forever.

Tears are strolling down my face. I know my makeup is a mess, but I can’t find it in myself to care. Not when I can feel a tear of anxiety ripping me apart from the inside-out.

Mia’s probably utterly lost. She doesn’t even know her way around the mansion, she couldn’t even shove through a crowd of bodies without my help.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Shawn grabs the tops of my shoulders, pushing down as he forces me to sit on the edge of a bed.

My breath hitches, hiccups erupting sporadically as streams of sadness slide down my cheeks.

Everything is too loud. I can’t even hear Shawn next to me.

He notices this, closing the door to the bedroom, the immediate mumble of some of the noise making my eyes focus onto him.

“What am I gonna do?” I sob, my chest vibrating with waves of panic.

The bed dips next to me, I feel Shawn wrap his arm around me, pulling me into himself as I let my tears soak into his shirt.

My body goes limp. I let myself sink into his hold with pure defeat.

“It’s gonna be okay. I told all the guys to keep an eye out and…” he holds me a little closer, his voice getting softer as a broken cry erupts from the back of my throat.

I’m vibrating. Every pore of my body is on fire, my chest constricted and tight. I sit up from Shawn, my eyes bulging as I try to take a deep breath. My lips part, but no air seeps through.

I can’t breathe.

“What—hey, what’s—shit,,” he panics, pushing me to lay with my back flat on the bed.

I stare up at the ceiling, my heart lurching to my throat as my lungs burn.

I need air. I really, really need a fucking singular breath, but nothing is coming in—-or out.

Mia’s lost. She’s probably scared out of her mind—hell, she might even be dead.

Oh my god.

I can’t fucking breathe.

“-look at me, c’mon,” Shawn is slightly hovering over me, trying to pet my sweaty hair off of my face, peeling some of the strands out of my mouth.

The mascara leaking into my eyes stings. It also tastes bad as I feel a hint of the makeup seep into my mouth. Shawn seems to take notice, wiping the dark liquid away from my lips as he takes deep breaths for himself. I try to follow the pattern, but still nothing.

No air, no relief, no safety.

No escape, either.

A heart-wrenching sob leaves my mouth. Everything noise is drowned by the ringing in my ears as I squint my eyes shut.

I feel hands touch me, movements barely registering as I feel myself get pulled up and into a hug. It’s not Shawn. These hands are colder, but they’re familiar.

Chris.

“-no, I didn’t do anything! She’s cryin because—”

Shawn is rushing to explain himself, holding his hands up with defense as Chris glares at him with a tight jaw. The relief of air sliding down my throat makes me dizzy. I feel myself crumble further into his hold, his hands grasping tighter as I greedily gasp for air.

This probably looks awful. Shawn’s on top of me in an empty room and I’m crying, struggling to breathe.

“He—he didn’t,” my vision is blurry, the lack of consistent breathing makes every task ten times harder, “-didn’t do anything. Couldn’t—Mia, I—,”

“She went home with Matt.” Chris says, his voice echoing softly into my ear as I feel him pet the back of my head.

She’s safe.

God, how could I be so reckless?

Chris holds onto me tight. I turn around, giving Shawn a sympathetic smile. He returns the gesture, running his hands over his face as Chris helps me walk out of the room.

It’s all blurry. Smushed bodies and too many sensations.

As soon as we walk outside, I notice the car that typically sits in the back of the garage untouched.

Chris unlocks the vehicle. He opens the passenger door, helping me sit down. I barely have any time to react before he’s reaching over me, clasping my seatbelt into place for me.

“Than—thank you,” I say.

He stalls for a second, humming in response before standing back up, closing the door, and walking to the other side of the car.

At least I finally feel safe.

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dippindaz · 17 days ago

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Hiii! Can I request reader being giggly about cute Steve looks in his Scoops Ahoy uniform? Honestly, I find Steve really cute in his uniform 😙🍨🍦

Of course! And I agree, it’s highkey flattering on him even if it’s silly.

Warnings: None :)

Ahoy, Cutie!

The first time you saw Steve in his Scoops Ahoy uniform, you nearly lost it.

It wasn’t just the outfit—the dorky sailor hat, the blue-and-white color scheme, the little red neckerchief tied at his throat. No, it was him in the outfit. The way it contrasted so hilariously with the confident, cool-guy persona he always tried to keep up. The way he still somehow made it work.

And, let’s be honest, the way his arms looked in those sleeves.

You had barely stepped into Starcourt Mall before catching sight of him behind the counter, leaning against the register with an unamused expression, flipping through the pages of a magazine. The moment you saw him, a giggle bubbled up before you could stop it.

His head snapped up at the sound, eyes narrowing as he spotted you. “Oh, no. What’s so funny?”

You pressed a hand over your mouth, shaking your head as another giggle escaped. “Nothing, nothing!”

Steve sighed, tossing the magazine aside. “Don’t even try it. You’ve got that look.”

You tilted your head. “What look?”

“The ‘I’m about to roast you’ look,” he said, squinting suspiciously.

That only made you laugh harder. “Steve, I swear, I’m not roasting you!”

“Sure, you’re not.” He folded his arms, which, unfortunately for you, only made his biceps flex, and that was just unfair. Your brain short-circuited for a second before you pulled yourself together.

“It’s just that,” you started, struggling to keep a straight face, “you look so cute in your little sailor outfit.”

Steve groaned. “God, not you too.”

“Who else has said it?” you asked, grinning.

He waved a hand dismissively. “Robin, customers, Dust—literally everyone.”

“Well, they’re not wrong,” you teased, resting your elbows on the counter. “You look downright adorable.”

Steve sighed dramatically, rubbing his temples. “I am not adorable. I am manly. Rugged. Cool.”

You giggled again, unable to help yourself. “Sure, babe. Whatever you say.”

His eyes flickered at the pet name, and for a second, his smug persona cracked. He cleared his throat, tugging at his neckerchief. “You’re the worst.”

“And yet,” you leaned in with a playful smirk, “you love me anyway.”

Steve scoffed, but his ears were pink. “Yeah, yeah. Now, are you gonna order something, or are you just here to bully me?”

You tapped your chin, pretending to think. “Hmm… I was gonna get a cone, but honestly? Seeing you in that uniform has made my day.”

Steve rolled his eyes, but there was a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Unbelievable.”

“Absolutely adorable,” you said, your grin widening.

Steve shook his head, laughing under his breath as he grabbed a scoop. “One ice cream, coming right up. But just so you know, if you ever call me adorable again, you’re so paying for your ice cream next time.”

Your smile dropped as you gasped, bottom lip jutting out in a dramatic pout. “That’s not fair!”

Steve smirked, clearly pleased with himself. “Oh, I think it’s very fair.”

“But I have no plans to stop calling you cute,” you whined, leaning further against the counter. “I mean, look at you! How am I supposed to resist?”

Steve scoffed, but his smirk faltered when you batted your lashes at him. “You’re impossible,” he muttered, handing you your ice cream.

You took it with a satisfied grin. “Impossible and charming.”

Steve sighed, but there was no real exasperation behind it. “Yeah, yeah. Now go before I make you mop the floor or something.”

You took a slow, deliberate lick of your ice cream, eyes twinkling with mischief. “See you later, sailor.”

Steve groaned as you walked away, but you caught the way he fought back a smile, shaking his head as he watched you go.

You were definitely never gonna stop calling him cute.

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xoxochb · 23 days ago

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“this is surprisingly delicious.”

cotton candy ice cream.

you’d sent percy to the kitchens to fetch the both of you a bowl. you had expected your usual oreo-coffee oreo-cookie dough mixture, but to your surprise he came back with blue and pink cotton candy.

he, of course, had a bowl of only the blue portion, while he had given you both colors.

“it’s too sugary.” you take another bite, nonetheless. “I’m beginning to think you only like it because it’s blue.”

percy smiles boyishly. “duh.”

you roll your eyes yet return his grin as you scrape the edges of the bowl for any remainders of the cold treat. “I guess it does have its perks being pink.”

“atta girl.”

you scrunch your nose playfully at him before placing your bowl on the nightstand. you return swiftly back to your spot, though this time resting your head upon percy’s shoulders, arms around his bicep.

“I think the other campers are getting sick of us eating all the ice cream.”

percy shrugs his opposite shoulder. “their loss.”

“maybe we should stash some in here.”

“I don’t have a freezer in here.”

you huff. “we can buy one.”

“hm. you’re smart, sweet girl.”

you giggle lightly and nuzzle your face into his skin. “for stating the obvious?”

“I guess. but you’re just smart in general too.”

you fought him over that once. he’d claimed you were a ‘super genius’ because of your enhanced vocabulary. you had informed him it was just because you read a lot of books.

you let him win the argument.

percy scoops the remainder of his ice cream and holds the spoon out to you. thankfully, you take it in your mouth and lick the silverware clean.

when he pulls the spoon out, you go to lick your lips clean, but percy quickly beats you and uses his thumb to do so instead. then he sticks his finger in his mouth and licks that clean too.

“do you think our ice cream intake is healthy?”

percy places his bowl on the nightstand beside yours. “my honest answer to you, sweet girl: probably not.”

you had presumed as much.

“at least we’re enjoying ourselves.” you shrug.

“I sure am.” his lips find your forehead. it’d almost be a sweet action if there hadn’t been subtext to his words.

you turn your head upwards to look at him. he kisses your lips this time.

oh…

“you’re not having another bowl, perseus.”

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thewayitalknj · 3 months ago

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Once again thanking you all for the love on this, here is Part 3!

*18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT*

Warnings - oral [both m&f receiving] ; masterbation [both m&f] ; fingering [mtof] ; safe sex [wrap it up my loves] ;Word Count - 3.7k

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

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Date #1 was typical. He picked you up, treated you to dinner and ice cream afterwards. You found mindless things to talk about. People normally get to know each other on a first date, but considering you already knew so much you would find anything and everything to talk about. To end the night he kissed you on the cheek.

Date #2 was childlike and fun. He did, in-fact, take you bowling. The neon lights lit up the darkened alley and you both got so competitive that the group of teenagers complained about you to the manager. But that didn’t phase you, because after you beat him in bowling you beat him again in the arcade. Everytime he lost he insisted on kissing you to make up for the loss, realizing two games in he was losing everything on purpose just to kiss you, repeatedly. That night ended with a too-long goodbye kiss at your front door.

Date #3 was specifically requested by you, a movie night ; to which you both were excited about the fact that you would just be alone together. You rearranged your living room a bit ; spread out the couches, putting as many blankets and pillows on the floor as you could find ; buying all your favorite snacks and appetizers to eat. Eddie had so much anticipation it radiated through his body. He was so nervous, nothing has been taken too far yet ; not since the night you both came home from the club. He wasn’t sure when the right time would be to make another move, he didn’t want it to end like it did the last time. Would you want to do something, anything?

What he didn’t know is that you have been thinking the same thing. You’ve wanted to invite him back to your place the last two dates, but felt it was too soon. You knew he wanted to take things slow but boy was it harder than you thought. You were thinking maybe, just maybe, tonight would be the night.

Except those thoughts were ruined by the fact that your period decided to come. You were so upset you threw your own fit in the bathroom when it happened. So much for a romantic night in. The moment Eddie walked through the door you told him of your unfortunate visitor, and he was completely understanding. As disappointed as he was he knew you both waited this long, why not wait a few extra days?

You two set up your favorite things, changed into your pajamas and snuggled in close as the movie played. Although, the watching portion of the night only lasted about 45 minutes ; because at this point in time you were both fully making out and boy were your hormones raging. You found yourself straddling his lap again, but this time you began sinking your way lower, leaving kisses as you went along.

Eddie’s breathing was so heavy he thought he was going to pass out ; but the moment you reached his pants he almost had a heart attack. You kissed his outline, looking up at him to confirm if this was all okay ; he nodded his head so quickly you thought it was going to fall off. He was eager, and you fucking loved it. You pulled down his pants and boxers with ease ; he even considered ditching his boxers earlier but talked himself out of it, thinking nothing was going to happen anyhow. But he was so glad he was wrong. The moment his cock sprang free your eyes went wide, a smirk spreading across your face. It was everything you’ve dreamed of and more. You lick your lips, immediately bringing them to the tip and kissing it lightly. You gave him a small teasing lick as you made eye contact with him. He looks dazed, even high.

“You with me Munson?” You ask, beginning to stroke slowly.

“Trying not to pass out I’m-mf-being honest babe.” He’s panting hard.

“Well, try to stay alive will ya? I do want you to enjoy this.” You take your time sinking down on him. The movie soon becomes a thing of the past because all Eddie could hear is ringing in his ears. Watching you stroke and suck with such precision, he gently moves some hair away from your face to get a full view. He laid his head on the couch for a split second just to gain consciousness again, bringing his glossed eyes back to you.

A small moan comes from you as his cock twitches, his hips making small movements up towards you. You wiggle your own hips as your own pleasure starts to take over, matching his thrusts as his member begins to hit the back of your throat. You come up for air, taking your gaze back to Eddie, snickering as your hand continues to pump.

“I’m not gonna-fuck-last-”

“That’s okay, whenever you’re ready,” you kiss the middle of his cock, “I’ll be ready.” You take him back in, breathing in deep.

“Oh shit, fuck, so good howareyousogoodatthis?” All his words started to blend together. You begin to take your actions faster, knowing how close he was. His pants became harder, he accidentally pulled your hair but you liked it so much your moan echoed through the room, which turned him on even more. “I’m gonna cumI’mgonna-” That’s when you take in every inch you can and feel him right at the back of your throat. You taste every drop you can take, savoring the feeling.

As you slowly release yourself Eddie pulls you to him and you rest your head on his shoulder, both of you catching your breath as the volume from the movie begins to take over the room again. He tucks your chin and kisses you on the lips, “holy shit-where the fuck did you learn to do that?”

You hide your laugh and face back in the crook of his neck “I don’t know, I read a lot of romance novels?”

“So you really do have a bookclub?”

This time you laugh out loud, “yes, the girls and I have one. We set chapter goals every week and we’re not allowed to read ahead until everyone is caught up then we move on to the next goal.”

Eddie’s eyes wander over your face, smiling, “how are you so cute?”

“Shuttt uppp!” You playfully hit his chest and bring the blanket back up over you.

A few more minutes pass before you speak up again, “sorry I got my period by the way.”

“Psh, don’t be sorry. It kinda isn’t your fault.”

You look back up at him, this time pulling his cheek so he can look at you ; “I know you are but this isn’t how I wanted the night go-”

“Sweetheart, listen, if I’m being honest this isn’t how I wanted the night to go either. I’m a patient man, don’t worry about me.”

“I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

He raises his eyebrows, “...how?”

You poke his nose, “You’ll just want to wait and see.”

The girls at the club were all but thrilled to hear how the last few dates had gone, and were even more excited to hear how the next one would go, ensuring that this would be the one.

It’s been a few days since your movie night, you asked Eddie if you could have a redo to make up for lost time and he said yes almost immediately. Your cycle was over and you knew it was finally time to fulfill your plan. You were nervous, but had everything in motion.

You kept yourself busy the entire day that Eddie’s arrival to your apartment came oh so quick. He let himself in, you called to him from the bedroom to make himself comfortable while you got ready, smiling to yourself waiting behind your bedroom door knowing he had no idea what was coming.

He sat patiently on the couch, drumming on his legs looking around your living room finding small details to pass the time ; noticing the flowers he gave you on your first date were still alive.

You tip-toed your way to the living room that Eddie didn’t even hear you. You sneak up behind and wrap your arms around him, giving him a hug from behind, snaking your hands down his chest.

“Hey you,” you whisper.

“Hey, why so mysterious?-” He goes to look at you but you quickly cover his eyes, “hey!-”

“I have a surprise for you.”

“Well I can’t quite see it now can I?”

“When I say so you can open your eyes, okay?”

“Okay, okay.” You remove your hands and look to make sure his eyes are closed. You run to your stereo and load up the CD. “Can I-”

“Not yet.”

Eddie is bouncing his leg so hard your coffee table is starting to shake, but you moved it over earlier so you would have more space anyhow.

When the music starts to play Eddie opens his eyes.

His eyes rack over you. Your hair is done, curled up into a messy but sophisticated bun ; your makeup is done ; simple but not too much, and a silk robe was wrapped around you.

“Wha-”

“I figured it was time to give you that private dance you paid for. Gotta get your money's worth, right?” You wink, slowly unraveling the robe from your body ; revealing a black and white lace set, practically see through.

You slowly make your way over to him, bowing over his body, looking him up and down just like you did on his birthday. “Do you know what the good thing is about having a private dance in the comfort of my own home?” He shakes his head finding no words to speak, his eyes taking in your body. You lean in closer to his ear, “we can do whatever we want and not get in trouble. No cameras,” you crawl onto his lap, “no pedestrians to hear us ; Just me and you.”

“Fucking hell babe-” You cut him off by kissing his lips, leisurely backing away while swaying your hips to the song. Eddie once again thanks his lucky stars that he’s sitting here watching you dance for him again but this time it’s intentional. Just a few days ago he was wishing you were the only two in the room and this time you were.

This dance was a lot more personal. You come closer and direct to him ; grinding ; you flash him your ass as a tease ; His hands wander your body a few times, touching you in ways he’s never done before ; at one point his hand clutched your covered core and began to pleasure you. You got so caught up you forgot what you were doing ; but you kept him wanting more when you would playfully push away.

Half way through the song you turn your back to him, reaching for the clasp of your top and slide it down, throwing it off to the side and covering your chest with your arms. When you turn back around to fully reveal yourself he’s palming his jeans. Jackpot.

You make your way back over, straddling his lap as his arms wrapped around your waist. Eddie practically moaned because he was upset it was done, but it was far from over.

You touch your forehead to his ; “So, what did you think?”

“Hm, better the second time around.” He’s still in a daze ; he brings his lips to your mouth, tongue taking over.

When he moves to your neck you hitch and speak in that sultry voice that captivated him just a few nights ago, “You know how at the club you said you wanted to do unthinkable things to me?” You bring him back to your lips.

“Mhm.” He licks the side of your neck and bites slightly.

You moan loudly, bringing his face back to yours to look deep into his eyes, “do those things to me. Now.”

Eddie practically leaps up from the couch, you squeal as he carries you to your bedroom. He lays you down on your bed, standing at the front just taking you in. You bite your lip as he takes off his shirt and throws it to the floor, making his way over your body. He takes one swipe of your nipple before bringing his mouth back to your neck. You bring your hands down to his belt buckle struggling to take it off. Eddie laughs to himself as he sits back up and begins to do it himself, “eager are we now?”

“You have no idea-”

His pants and underwear slip down to the floor, “not holding anything back huh?” You reach for him and bring him back down, “hold it princess. Don’t you think there’s something wrong with this picture?” You look at him confused, wondering what the hell is wrong. “...don’t you find it silly how I’m fully naked and you're still…semi dressed?”

“Oh…then why don’t you fix that?”

This time he mimics what you did on your first movie night. He kisses your lips, neck, chest, stomach until he reaches your bottoms. He takes his hands to the sides and pulls them down, throwing them with his discarded clothes. You move yourself more up on the bed, resting your head on a pillow and spreading your legs for him. Eddie crawls up from the floor to your thighs, bringing himself closer to you.

“Look at you all ready for me, been dreaming about this as much as I have?”

This time you’re the one speechless ; You nod your head reaching down to touch yourself. You slip one finger in, watching him watch you.

He begins to pump himself. “Fuck princess you can’t do that.” He hisses.

“Who's the eager one now?” You moan, closing your eyes when you're suddenly hit with twice the pleasure, realizing Eddie slipped his own finger in with yours ; Opening your eyes to look down you see he’s just inches away from your pussy.

“Mm, Let me take care of you.” He begins to move your finger out when he brings it to his mouth and you shiver as his own moan comes out. “So fucking good.” And before you can even respond his lips are attached to your clit ; the connection being so quick your thoughts couldn’t even catch up. Every bit of pleasure flowed through your body, if his tongue felt this good you couldn’t even imagine what his cock would feel like. His tongue raved back and forth, in and out ; his head shaking back and forth ; his fingers keeping a slow steady pace as they spread your pussy lips open to access more.

You begin to move your hips in a circle, connecting his pleasure to yours. “FuckEddie,ohmy GOD-” You were close, so close you could feel it ; and as much as you wanted to hold back to keep this up longer you knew the moment you came he would fuck you ; and even thinking about that sent you over the edge. You reach down and press his head closer into you, “Eddie I’m-I’m--”

In an instant you came, your hips lowered back down, his fingers stopped pumping, he left one last lick to linger. “Eddddiiieee-”

“I’m here, hey I’m here.” He crawls up your body, caressing your face and turning it to him. “You okay? You want to stop?”

“Fuck me, please.”

“Are you sure?-” You love how sensitive he’s being but at this point you were desperate ; and to shut him up you reach down and begin to pump him yourself. “Fuck-okay, don’t make me cum now,please-” You take your hand away as he slowly backs away reaching down to the floor.

“What are you-”

He reaches into the back pocket of his pants and holds up a condom.

“Do you have to?”

Eddie chuckles to himself , opening up the condom and slipping it on, leaving kisses on his way back up. “Safety first darling.” He kisses your lips, lining himself up with your entrance. “You still want this?”

You nod again, connecting your lips back together as he steadily enters you. Your head lays back as he dips back out and in again. Pure passion and bliss took over the room as he continued to thrust, not a single word spoken ; just the noises of pulsating breaths and skin slaps. You could live in this rhythm forever if you wanted, but you couldn’t. You wanted more, craved more.

“Ed-Eddie-”

“Mhm?”

“I wanna ride you-” Eddie didn’t even hesitate, he immediately flips you over, as you mount him bringing him back inside you. Your hips began to move in the same rhythm you used earlier ; his hands creeping up and down your body, caressing your breasts ; watching your every move yet again. Your eyes were closed as you continued your momentum, soon leaning back down and whispering in his ear “Come on baby, wanna feel you cum…Wanna feel you-fuck-” The pace begins to quicken for the both of you ; Eddie wraps his arms around you to bring you closer, mouth pants and moans filling up the space.

“That’s it baby, don’t stop. Doing so well riding me-fuckI’mclose.”

“Cum with me, please. I need you.”

You’re both moving together at the same pace, moans becoming louder and louder with each thrust. Eddie has a sudden remembrance of when he pulled your hair and the sound that escaped your mouth ; and in that moment he pulled it a bit harder.

“OHFUCKEDDIE-” You come undone ; Eddie flips you over, slamming you against the bed ; he rams into you until he comes as well, riding out his high with one last kiss to your lips. Catching your breaths seems impossible, he just lays on top of you for a few moments. As he slides out of you, you moan out of annoyance the contact was gone. Eddie smiles down at you as he gets up to throw out the condom, “don’t get needy now.”

You whine, “too late.” You stick out your bottom lip and hold out your arms. Eddie slips back into bed with you ; pulling the blankets over, wrapping his arms around you and bringing you to his chest, leaving small kisses on your forehead. You could get used to this. You’re so tired you could barely keep your eyes open, but you didn’t want to end the night. “Ed-”

“Shh, just relax baby.” He rubs your back soothingly.

“But, I wanna talk.”

“We can talk in the morning. Just get some rest. I’ll be right here when you wake up.” You nod your head, falling back into him and a deep sleep.

Your eyes begin to slowly open, your alarm clock reads 6:52am in big red lights, and…you’re alone? You immediately sit up and look around the room, but sigh once you look over the bed and see Eddie’s clothes are still on the floor. You dress yourself head to your bathroom, doing your normal routine ; taking your contacts out of your eyes and placing your glasses on ; wiping the makeup from the night before off your face.

When you exit your bedroom you’re hit with a whiff of coffee, and that’s when you find Eddie standing at your counter making a pot. He looks up at you and smiles, “there she is.” He walks over to you and embraces you in a hug. You hug him tight and bury your head into his chest.

“How long have you been up?”

“Just about 20 minutes or so. I didn’t want to wake you.”

“That’s okay.” It’s then you realize he was wearing pajama pants. “Where did you get these?”

“I, uh, packed an overnight bag.” He points to the side of your couch, where a small duffle bag is open. “You didn’t notice it when I arrived yesterday because…well…”

“Oh.” You laugh to yourself and look back up, he’s still smiling.

He leans down and kisses you, “ready for some coffee?”

“Please.” You sit yourself up on the counter. Eddie brings you a cup as you thank him and take a sip. Made perfectly to your liking, of course. He parts your legs so he’s standing in between them.

“So last night, you said you…wanted to talk?” He takes a sip, and he seems anxious.

“Yeah, kinda…just…one question.”

“Okay.”

“Why now?”

“Why now what?”

“Why did all this happen now and not years ago?”

Eddie takes another sip and places his mug next to you. He rubs his hand up and down your leg. His eyes looked around everywhere as he spoke ; “I guess it’s kinda like what you said. You talked about having this new found confidence when you’re working and I guess it kinda hit me that I should just muster up the courage and finally ask you out. I even asked Steve for advice-”

You almost spit out your coffee. “YOU TOLD STEVE?!”

“Whoa, calm down hun. Not about you dancing, just that I was finally sucking it up.” You let out a sigh of relief. “I was worried when you pushed me away that night, but when you danced to my song I…kinda got the message. But I didn’t want to jump the gun and wanted to take things slow, like I said. And…”

You grab his hand and he finally looks into your eyes. “I’m glad you finally sucked it up.” You pull at his shirt and kiss him as he laughs into your mouth.

“I’m glad I did too. But now I have two questions for you.”

“Shoot.”

“Number One. Where the fuck did you find that outfit?” He points back to your bedroom and you actually laugh out loud.

“I got a catalog in the mail a while ago and I ordered a few pieces for work. That one was too revealing even for me, so I decided to save it for a special occasion.”

“And I’m…that special occasion?”

“You were the perfect special occasion.” He looks down, getting all shy and damn it was cute. “What’s your second question?”

“Should you ask a girl you really really like to be your girlfriend after the technical fourth date?”

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pedriache · 6 months ago

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GAVI ANGST. He can always think too much into something, and that leads to him questioning reader sooo much to the point where she’s just like, ‘do you not trust me or something?’ and he’s all like well yes! And it’s this argument…. Or nah Lmk perhaps angst to comfort

Fine Line — Pablo Gavi.

Pairing: Pablo Gavi x Fem!Reader

Summary: Since failing to mention that you’d gone out with a few friends, one who happens to be a guy, Gavi cannot help but read too much into it, which leads to an argument.

Word count: 1.04k

Disclaimer/s: angst ! reader is slightly tipsy as well!

A/N: gulps..

The crescent moon did nothing to light your path up toward the front porch of you and your longtime boyfriend’s shared home. In a slightly drunken haze, you stumbled over air, at one point having to lean against the fake cobwebbed railing that lead up to the door for a few moments just to gather your bearings.

Eventually you did make it safely to the door, which you went to unlock only to realize it hadn’t been locked for the night. You mumble a string of curses before opening it as quietly as possible. He may not have been asleep, but you weren’t prepared for him to know you were home just yet.

But, unfortunately, he was standing in the hallway that separated the entrance from the living room. You give him a lopsided sheepish smile, “hey…”

“It’s one in the morning.” He states simply, and from his tone you can tell he’s agitated. In all fairness, you had told him you’d be home thirty minutes ago.

“Yeah, sorry, the girls wanted ice cream before we went home.” You take off your stilettos that matched your costume perfectly, might you add, before flexing your feet to rid them of the pain the heels had given you.

Gavi’s arms are crossed over his chest, his face cocked to the side in annoyance. “Girls, and Matteo?”

Right. You gulped hard. You recognized that tone in his voice. It was the one get got when he wasn’t simply upset, he was jealous. You hated when he got jealous, he always shut down and shut you out.

“Baby, he showed up last minute.” You sigh, padding your way toward him. “I didn’t know he was going to be there.”

Gavi’s jaw ticks, “right. That’s what you said last time, and the time before that, and—“ Your hands resting on his forearms gently shut him up mid sentence, and you could tell it was taking a lot out of him not to shrug them off.

“Gavi, hon, it’s not like that.” You attempt to assure him, mentally taking a note to stop with the pet names. Every time one rolled off your tongue, his tongue made a quick appearance in the side of his cheek. “Please look at me?”

He denied you of that simple ask, his gaze zeroing in on a random portion of the wall beside the two of you. “I just don’t get why he has to show up every time you girls’ partners aren’t there! It’s weird.”

Tongue darting out to lick your lips, you’re suddenly aware of the fact that you’d almost instantly sobered up, and now the weariness was catching up to you. “Pablo. Look at me.” You finally huff, using your index finger to push his face in your direction.

Once he was finally looking at you, you frown. “Do you seriously not trust me or something?” A small, simple question, but seriously. He was getting worked up like he believed you’d actually cheat!

“Yes!” He practically laughs it out, his head shaking like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Hurt flashes across your face, making your boyfriend feel a twinge of guilt, but he doesn’t take it back. Even if he didn’t mean it.

Your head bobs slowly as you stuff the hurt back into your throat. “Oh. Wow, okay. That’s insane! But thanks, at least for once you’re honest.” You scoff, hands dropping to your sides.

“I mean, come on. This isn’t a coincidence! He’s always everywhere you are, and you never tell me! It’s like a secret you seem to enjoy so much, since you were giggling your whole way up to the door.” His hands fly up to his head, brushing over his hair to pull it back. They stay there as he looks at you, disappointment and anger evident on his face.

And something else. Something a little like insecurity.

“Oh lord.” You groan, “Pablo, I swear to fucking God, I was just drunk. I was giggling because I was drunk and trying to keep myself up. I don’t enjoy the fact that Matteo shows up, he just does and I don’t tell you because I know how you react!” You motion over his body with your hands. “Jealousy is not cute anymore, we’re twenty, not fifteen.”

It’s Gavi’s turn to roll his eyes. “Oh please.” He shakes his head in disbelief, a mocking laugh escaping his lips that only furthered you to get angrier. “Listen—“

“No. You listen.” You snap, finger pressing into his warm chest. “I want nothing to do with Matteo because I love you. I wouldn’t even want anything to do with him if I didn’t! You’re insecure and jealous and you not trusting me after three years together, well, it hurts.” When you finish, you feel all the energy that you once held, deplete. You needed a hot shower and good nights sleep as soon as possible.

But you hated to go to bed with unresolved anger, so you stay there, waiting for a reply that never comes.

Gavi stands in front of you, his face fallen as his eyes flicker across your face. He just nods, running a hand across his jaw as he exhales slowly.

Having enough of the whole situation, you give in. “If it makes you feel better, the next time he shows up, I will leave.” You didn’t want to fight anymore, you just wanted to go to bed.

Your boyfriend’s eyes soften, “that’s not—no. You shouldn’t leave early because of him, or me, I just want you to communicate these things. Is that too much to ask?” He reaches out to you, wiping a piece of the fake cobwebs off your sleeve.

You watch the motion while nodding. “Okay, I can do that. Sorry.”

“I’m sorry too.” He purses his lips. “Please go shower before bed, you reek of alcohol.”

Nodding you turn in the direction of your bedroom, but Gavi’s hand on your bicep stops you. Turning to him, you’re met with a guilt ridden expression. “And, I do trust you, I was just pissed off. I didn’t mean that, I promise.”

Without saying anything in response, you nod twice in understanding, and make your way toward the bedroom.

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gay-dorito-dust · 1 year ago

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hey hey, was wondering if you could do a headcannon for jason and dick when their s/o is sick cause im sick as hell rn and need some comfort <3

I hope you get better anon and I also hope that this gives you something to chuckle at in the meantime.

Jason:

He’s like a mother hen when your sick and it wouldn’t been funny…had you not been sick and forcibly bed bound by him.

‘Jason.’ You groaned. ‘I’m dying.’

Jason looks at you blankly. ‘Hi dying I’m Jason, now take your god damn medicine.’

He takes your recovery more seriously and makes sure that you take your medicine on time when they were needed. And if you were to make things difficult for yourself, he will straddle you if needs be just for you to take medicine that you were upset wasn’t grape flavoured…

Will tuck the blankets right under your chin if you’re feeling cold and if you were still feeling cold, he’ll offer you one of his warmer hoodies to wear in hopes that they’d stop.

He honestly can’t either you sometimes but has to remember that he loves you and that he’d stick by you no matter what, even if you do act like an outraged child when sick.

God sake do not ask him to get you ice cream when you’re sick, he will forbade you from eating that crap. You’re meant to be getting better, not worse.

He even makes you a nice warm soup amongst other foods to help you during your recovery process also.

Jason may seem strict in his methods in taking care of you but he means well and will apologise if he thinks he’s been a bit too much of a dick by sitting bedside and holding your hand, kissing it every so often.

‘I’m sorry if it seems like I’m being harsh chipmunk, I’m only trying to help.’ He’d say.

‘If you’re being sorry for being a dick, then it’s only fair that I say sorry for acting so childish when you’re only trying to help. And I really appreciate you for everything you’ve done for me.’ You’d reply as you both let out a chuckle before you allowed Jason to take care of you without any complaints to be made.

You get better by the end of the week and Jason spoils you by letting you have all the ice cream you could dream of, but please for his sake don’t eat it too fast and get brain freeze.

Dick:

Will let you eat ice cream because how can he say no to your sad, sick face.

Even when sick Dick spoils the hell out of you.

Does not make the situation any better in all honesty.

He’ll probably take more offence that you were sick than yourself as he takes your temperature and tutting.

‘38°?’ Dick says as he looks down at the thermometer and muttering under his breath, ‘Not good.’

You only look at him blankly before sniffling as you cling to your plush frog, unamused. ‘I hate you.’

He’d might even get Hayley to help ‘heal’ you by just letter her be her cutest self and not currently crushing your legs, seeing as how she’s not a little blue pup anymore. she’s yours and Dick’s baby however and you didn’t care because seeing her try to nurse you back to health with her licking never failed to put a smile on your face.

‘Thank you sweetheart Im beginning to feel much better.’ You say as Hayley continued aggressively licking your arms, hands and face.

If you were to tell dick you were cold/still cold, his immediate response was the cuddle you but when you stop him to remind him that your sick, he only shrugs and probably boasts that he’s got great immunity before cuddling you. (Lies utter lies)

Let’s be honest he probably ends up getting sick after you start to recover and demands for you to repay him for taking care of you.

dick is okay at making food but might mutter ‘this isn’t the way it looked when Alfred made it’ under his breath while making you some simple soup before consulting Hayley, who only whimpers and shies away from it.

‘Take out it is then.’ He’d say and tries to take credit for it once it comes, but you see through the bullshit but we’re too sick to say anything about it.

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jenscx · 8 months ago

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[05] tumblr girls — house of memories

it was cliché; being in love with danielle marsh, the straightest girl on earth. you thought your feelings were hopeless, until you discover her tumblr blog.

danielle’s dakgangjeong was delicious. you don’t regret proposing to her on the spot. if embarrassing yourself meant that you could eat her food on a daily basis, it was well worth it. the mere thought of her food made you salivate. you slap your cheeks lightly, willing yourself to focus on the lesson. the sound emitted from your slap catches the attention of haerin, who stares at you.

her stare reads, ‘i know what you’re thinking about.’ you arch an eyebrow at her. haerin definitely knows about danielle liking you, danielle’s tumblr post mentioned it. you wonder what danielle has said to haerin.

has she talked about your smile? your hair? your looks? or maybe your personality? well, you weren’t sure what danielle could say about that. even basing it off a couple interactions, you probably came off as weird and awkward.

the seeds of doubt seemed to have grown recently. how could danielle like someone like you? maybe she’s crazy. no, you take that back. she’s perfect. almost too perfect. oh, maybe that was what was wrong with her. no one could be that amazing and gorgeous and perfect. only danielle marsh. only mo jihye.

“are you insane?” you hear haerin ask quietly when you slam your head against the desk. a red, quickly forming, mark appears on your forehead, a reminder of the pain. you wince, both at her harsh tone and the lingering seethe.

massaging the sore spot, you turn behind, facing haerin who’s staring at you with a bored expression.

“do you know what flowers danielle likes?”

the header of her blog was a bouquet of tulips, but you could never be too sure. what if she likes dandelions or sunflowers? she was basically the sun reincarnated. to be honest, if she was the sun, you’d understand why sunflowers all face the sun. who wouldn’t want to look at danielle all day?

“gardenias,” she replies, her face morphing into one of curiosity, “why are you asking?”

well, if danielle didn’t mind you telling her best friend…

“i asked her to go visit this dog cafe with me tomorrow,” you explain, “i mean, like, kind of a date, i guess? just thought it would be nice to get some flowers for her.”

haerin lights up, a smirk plastered on her face, “does she know it’s a date?”

“uh, no?” her smile drops immediately.

“what.”

you instantly cower, fearing the intense, narrowing gaze that haerin adorned.

“we’re just hanging out. i didn’t really say that it was a date,” your voice comes out strained and quiet. haerin sighs loudly, her disappointment evident. guilt seeps into your every vein, did danielle tell her it was a date? you didn’t know what to say, only staring back at the orbs of exasperation.

a hand slams onto the whiteboard, a look of anger portraying your teacher’s face. you instantly jolt back to look at the front.

“anything to share with the class?” he prods.

haerin speaks out, noting your frozen state, “no sir.” she sends you a glare.

you deflate in your chair, mind only focusing on the blurry image of brown, wavy curls and a blinding smile.

the day had gone by in a blur. with your constant dozing off, you barely noticed the school bell ringing, signifying the end of the day. minji and hanni stand before your desk, a look of concern evident on their faces.

“is she alive?” minji asks, waving a hand in front of your face. you finally regain some of your senses, swatting her waving hand away. hanni rolls her eyes and shoves your belongings into your bag.

“girl hurry up,” she whines, “i wanna go get ice cream.” you groan, heeding to hanni’s words as you hurry out of the classroom with your friends.

maybe you could worry about your fatigue later, you had two whiny best friends to take care of first.

in the midst of licking your vanilla ice cream, (hanni had called you basic but you think she’s just jealous minji ate some of yours instead of hers), your phone beeps. and it beeps continuously until minji huffs, “turn that thing off.”

you roll your eyes and do as told, turning your phone to silent mode while minji fans herself and dabs away the droplets of sweat falling down her neck.

“do y’all remember when sungchan from the other block punched some jock in the face?” hanni suddenly brings up.

“oh yeah!” minji’s eyes widen, the heat long forgotten as you reminisce about the past years.

“what was it again? that guy was making fun of shotaro or something?” you ask.

hanni nods fervently, “yeah. i think sungchan got away with it too since someone had caught the jock pushing taro around.”

“wonder what it’s like to have someone defend my honour like sungchan did,” minji laughs, her uniform drenched with sweat. you watch hanni’s eyes follow her hands, pulling her damp hair into a makeshift ponytail. scoffing at the girl, you continue eating your ice cream.

maybe it would be nice to have someone defend your honour.

your teeth reach the cone.

“where are you bringing danielle tomorrow?”

“dog cafe,” you answer, “i might tell her soon.”

it’s the underlying fact that danielle has unintentionally exposed herself (or you had snooped around) on her tumblr blog that makes you so at ease. the mere statement that she likes her project partner could only be linked back to you. unless she had another project partner…

“oh serious?” minji asks.

you nod.

“congrats bro!”

it’s a little awkward with the way minji’s patting your back like you’re a kid. hanni just stares incredulously at how she’s treating you. sometimes it feels like they’re your parents, even though they fight and bicker incessantly.

“i can’t believe you managed to hide the fact that you liked her for so long from us though,” hanni sighs, “I literally told you about my crush and you didn’t tell me about yours. i’m feeling a little betrayed.”

while hanni’s moaning about your so called betrayal, you notice how minji stiffens up at the mention of hanni having a crush. her eyes slowly shift to the girl.

“you like someone?”

wow. you didn’t realise how easy it was for them to turn into a bunch of awkward losers.

hanni rolls her eyes.

“shut up, anyway, since when did you even like danielle? i mean, you didn’t even know her korean name.”

“the minor details don’t matter!”

“so when did you start liking her? you never told us,” minji asks curiously.

you remember the first time your eyes landed on the girl. sixteen and naive, dreaming of things that were beyond your control. the kid from the other block, you were called. it was strange, adapting to an environment where everyone else knew each other but you. yet, it was good. you met hanni and minji and eventually bumped into danielle in the hallway. you don’t think she remembers, but you do. the strangest thing was, that the moment you locked your sight onto her, everything else fell into place magically.

your extracurriculars, classes, friend groups, everything suddenly made sense and became easygoing. something about danielle made your life brighter, even though you barely knew the girl. it was like the universe knew that she had arrived. and maybe in another life, if everyone were sunflowers, you’d face danielle instead of the sun.

despite knowing close to nothing about the cheerleader, she made life happier. your day would be made even with a glance from her. you would giggle and smile at the memory even though it may be fleeting. and knowing that she shares the same sentiments? well, it just propelled you out of earth. you felt like you were constantly on cloud nine.

“when i moved over from the other block,” your teeth sank into the cone.

minji guffaws.

“dude! you’ve liked her for so long?”

“i guess so,” you’ve never truly realised how fast time passed. maybe liking danielle was such a constant in your life that you didn’t even notice how slowly you grew up.

frowning at the thought, you sigh, “she’s just really easy to like.”

hanni nods, “i get it.”

she doesn’t notice how swiftly minji turns her head.

“she’s just… perfect.”

there’s no other word to describe danielle marsh. she’s just amazingly perfect. it’s a little unnerving. how could someone be so perfect? it was unreal. you feel like you’ve mentioned this before.

“alright romeo,” hanni giggles, “calm down.”

you stare at her blankly before chuckling at your own feelings.

while minji and hanni finish up their ice cream, you check your phone. instantly, a wave of shock and exhilaration runs through your body. your phone lights up with a series of unread messages from danielle.

danielle [4.29pm]:

hii y/n!!

do u think this looks nice?

[image attached]

was thinking of wearing this tmrw

what do u think? :))

no wonder your phone was ringing just now! you sigh softly at your own stupidity. danielle must have been waiting for your reply. what if she was waiting for a long time? your heart constricts at the thought of danielle pouting, eagerly but patiently waiting. your hands fly to respond.

jeon y/n [5.16pm]:

you look gorgeous

please wear that ㅜㅜ

omg

sorry for replying late…

i was with minji and hanni

maybe she would be able to feel your sincerity through your messages.

danielle [5.17pm]:

hello!!

aw really? :D

thanks y/n!!

ure too sweet <3

that heart again. ugh. you could feel your own heart clenching at her cuteness.

meanwhile, your friends eye you with disgust.

whatever. not like they understand.

your hair sways in the wind, matching the flutters of your heart. in your hair, a crushed bouquet of gardenias rests. the crinkles in the wrapping weren’t your fault! you were just too nervous waiting for danielle. despite your protests, danielle had forced you to not pick her up, and insisted you to just meet her at a nearby cafe instead.

“y/n!”

oh my goodness.

“hi dani,” you greet shyly.

if liking girls, or more specifically danielle, was a sin, you’d gladly go to hell and while there, you would brag about how you’ve captured a glance of heaven.

“for me?”

you were definitely in love. the curl of her lips only caused your heart rate to increase.

handing the bouquet to her, and stealthily wiping your sweaty palms against your jeans, you try to muster a similar smile.

danielle grins widely as she accepts the bouquet before placing it into her ginormous bag that reminds you of doraemon’s pocket.

“how’d you know i like gardenias?”

“i…” you feel like lying, but maybe hiding the fact that you know of danielle’s crush caused enough guilt, “i asked haerin.”

shock appears evidently on danielle’s face.

“you talk to haerin?”

scratching the back of your neck, you shrug, “sometimes? she’s in some of my classes.”

danielle pouts.

the urge to take a photo of her is too strong, but you manage to resist it with sheer willpower and determination.

(you’re lying. you almost fainted.)

“ugh, she better not have told you any embarrassing stories about me!”

you reassure danielle with an awkward pat, “nope, we don’t talk very often. and she doesn’t really bring up anything you’ve said to her, danielle.”

the girl suddenly halts and stiffens up. you raise an eyebrow at her sudden frozen state. maybe you’ve offended her— should you apologise?

“can you call me jihye? it’s not that danielle isn’t okay— you can still call me dani! but y’know, jihye just sounds more…”

intimate is the word.

you send a comforting smile to her, “okay jihye.”

it must sound nice coming from you, if the way danie—no, jihye, blinks and then beams is any indication. it feels good saying her name too. it’s a little hilarious that a few weeks back, you didn’t even know her korean name.

“uh— okay! let’s go!” jihye shrieks. you like the fact that you’re aware of the effect you have on her now. it doesn’t feel like mere delusion anymore.

as you sit down in the cafe, jihye doesn’t say much. after ordering, you decide to take the initiative in starting a conversation. maybe you should start with something common; like your project!

“when are you free to finish our project?” you ask.

jihye turns to you, frowning, “have you asked minji and hanni for their help yet?”

you unintentionally wince at the mention of your friends.

“i don’t think they’ll be willing to do it,” you mutter, just thinking about hanni’s feelings and minji’s obliviousness.

“oh, then that’s okay! we can just do it ourselves, right?”

it’s pretty obvious what her intention is. but for the sake of humouring her (and because you fold everytime she speaks), you nod.

“maybe we can do it?”

the hint of hopefulness in her voice makes you want to nod your head repeatedly until it falls off.

god, maybe you are a little obsessed with her, if your palpitating heart was any indication.

“sure!” your voice comes out a little high-pitched and whinier than expected.

jihye only laughs it off. your cheeks flush red with embarrassment, but if jihye’s laughter was the result of your stupidity, you would gladly do it again to hear her.

“let’s just enjoy today first, we can always do it sometime later,” she says. you agree wholeheartedly (not because you’re whipped!) but today was your so-called date with her.

you smile back at her, with all the sincerity and adoration in the world. whilst jihye drinks her caramel macchiato with an ungodly amount of sugar, you take the opportunity to admire her features. her skin, basking in the sunlight, glimmering like edward cullen from twilight. you internally cringe at your own thoughts.

“is it good?” you ask after she lets out a satisfied sigh.

“mhm! want some?” her hand offers you her drink, the tip of the straw poking out stained with her lipstick. you gulp, thinking about how it would technically be an indirect kiss.

nodding, you take a sip.

“that’s really sweet,” you comment. jihye only laughs.

“i guess i just like sweet things,” she winks playfully and wiggles her eyebrows. it’s so ridiculous that it makes you erupt into laughter. the innuendo doesn’t go over your head either, it just makes you feel hazy, as if everything was a dream.

you quickly finish up your own pastry and offer jihye bites in between conversations. you learn that haerin was her first friend when she transferred from australia to korea, and that she tried out for the cheerleading team because the school mascot was cute. it’s an endearing reason that you can’t fault her with.

“let’s go now?” jihye asks. nodding, you quickly pay for your drinks and food, despite jihye’s protests. once outside, your hand itches to pull hers into a grasp. your fingers flex and adjust uncomfortably as you resist the urge to interlock your fingers. jihye only exclaims gleefully as you approach the dog cafe. a quaint little storefront with a cute wooden sign displaying a paw print.

your hand flies out to open the door for her chivalrously and jihye mumbles a bashful ‘thank you’. the moment you stepped foot inside, a chorus of barks resounded, only heightening jihye’s excitement. you watch as her eyes dart around the room, eagerly searching for the cute puppies. you’re whisked away by the staff, who’s wearing an adorable apron with a dog printed at the front.

“aww! y/n,” jihye tugs at your arm, pointing at the apron, “the uniform’s so cute! i would love to work here!”

your brain immediately imagines jihye, all sunshine and rainbows with the apron adorned on her body. yeah, you would visit the dog cafe every day if she worked here.

“we can come work here during our break,” you suggest.

“oh my gosh— yes!” she squeals. you’re dragged past the gate separating the dogs, and instantly, a tiny pomeranian jumps onto you. jihye just stares in awe at the various tiny dogs running around. and as the staff introduces the puppies, you cuddle up to the cream pomeranian called cookie.

“y/n…!” jihye shrieks, her eyes gleaming with adoration and you kind of notice the tears about to fall, “they’re all so adorable!”

cookie crawls into your lap and paws at your hands for you to rub his stomach. you do so as a maltese waddles up to jihye, its curious eyes staring at her.

jihye immediately falls to her knees and welcomes the maltese with open arms.

“this is the best day of my life,” she proclaims tearfully as another shih tzu pads towards her, sniffling her hand. you laugh at how easily jihye cries.

“you look really cute right now,” you say, using your free hand to take a couple of photos. jihye pouts, “i’m trying my best not to cry! but these puppies are just so cute!”

jihye takes out her own phone and continuously snaps pictures of the puppies pawing at her hand.

“thank you for bringing me here,” she suddenly sighs delightfully, “i’ve always wanted to come to a dog cafe.”

guilt gnaws at you as you’re reminded of why you even brought her out.

“you know me so well!” she exclaims.

oh fuck, you think. the only reason why you knew about her affinity for dogs and animals was because you stalked her tumblr page. it’s a heart wrenching devastation that tugs your heart to the bottom of your stomach. the guilt and shame clenches around your heart in a vice grip.

it doesn’t disappear for the rest of the day when jihye plays with the dogs. everytime your eyes landed on her, you felt mortified at your own actions. you shouldn’t have ever violated her privacy like that. just knowing that she liked you now, only drove the regret further in.

it’s a blaring realisation that jihye won’t want anything to do with you after you tell her.

but you can’t bear to keep it a secret anymore.

you keep your mouth shut for the remainder of the day. just to let jihye enjoy her time before you ultimately ruin it. she’s the happiest you’ve ever seen and it sucks, because you won’t get to see her like this ever again.

“are you walking me home?” jihye asks. you nod, not daring to even glance at her. it’s dark, and the streetlights don’t offer much protection for jihye.

(and it also gives you more time to spend with her.)

maybe she knows that you're nervous and upset, because she doesn’t start any conversation at all, choosing to instead hum various songs, filling in the blank silence. meanwhile, you mull the consequences of your actions. only when jihye reaches her front door, you decide to say something.

“hey…,” your mouth turns dry. the girl whips her head to you, “yeah?”

“i— i’m sorry,” you whisper. jihye tilts her head curiously, “what for? are you okay?”

the way she’s staring at you so concerned, you don’t deserve it at all. you don’t get to indulge in her care and affection after betraying her trust like that.

“i know about your tumblr page.”

jihye’s eyes widen considerably and a gasp escaped her lips.

“what…?”

your own eyes squeeze shut, afraid of her reaction, “and i know that you like me.”

there’s a few seconds of silence. you think she’s just taking it all in.

you use the opportunity of her shock to continue explaining, “i found out the day i stayed back to watch you practise. the tab opened by itself and i… i’m sorry… i just couldn’t help myself.”

jihye— did you even have the right to call her that anymore? one look at the girl had you crumbling into pieces internally, despite it being you who broke her trust.

“it was really shitty of me to do, and i don’t know why i did it,” you whisper, “but i like you. i really really like you, ever since i moved blocks. i know i’ve ruined things between us, and you might not forgive me, but i just couldn’t continue being your friend knowing i violated your privacy like that.”

danielle gapes at you, before her eyebrows furrow.

“tell me you’re joking.”

“i’m not, i’m sorry.”

“jeon y/n, are you serious?” it’s heartbreaking to hear danielle like this, so raw and vulnerable.

“jihye—”

her voice comes out, shooting like venom, “don’t call me that.”

you feel the onslaught of tears ready to fall.

“i’m sorry.”

you can’t even form a single coherent thought with danielle glaring at you like you’re worth nothing to her. you think of all the sweet messages she’s sent to you, cheerful encouragement she says throughout the day, the snacks she’s prepared for you. it’s all ruined. because of you.

all you do is ruin things.

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#tumblr girls ft. mjh #newjeans x reader #newjeans #danielle marsh x reader #danielle x reader #mo jihye x reader #jihye x reader

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laswells-ashtray · 1 month ago

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Ice cream time for my fat ass. 💖 So here we go, need an ice cream date with Rudy where we eat a pint of cherry jubilee, or as I call it cherry bullshitery, and the sheer amount of cherry is concerning and it's a mercy they're not like apples so we don't get arsenic poisoning. But anywho doodles, what kinda snack/treat dates do you think the guys would go on. Yes I see Alejandro being a messy slut for a hot peach cobbler with vanilla ice cream on top.

Question, fuck is peach cobbler?

John Price is a mint ice cream sundae man and everyone can rip that from my cold, dead little claws. He gets two sundae spoons to share it and he doesn't even complain when they get the mint syrup that puddles down the bottom of the glass.

Nikolai likes anything with whipped cream that he can use to lovingly harass the people surrounding him. He's licking it off of his fingers, their face, the spoon, literally anything he can and he's going to be obscenely sexual about it if he knows that he has eyes on him.

Ghost likes a strawberry tart. He also likes a tart face down, arse up but preferably not at the same time.

Soap moans like he's getting his cock sucked at the taste of tablet melting on his tongue. He likes going out for a stroll, taking a bottle of water and a tub of tablet then sharing it with his partner because it's sweet, it's sticky and he can lick their fingers clean when they're done.

Gaz like's taking his partner out to get cheesecake. It's a fucking solid dessert, there's usually a good handful of choices and he isn't exempt from the cheesy move of leaning over to wipe crumbs off of their lip with his thumb before sucking it clean.

Graves and apple pie, I feel I shan't say more.

Alex likes chocolate-covered strawberries and he likes feeding them to someone else, thinks it's the pinnacle of romance and let's be honest, he isn't far off.

Adler and enough mint-flavoured syrup to cover his nips. This one is for me and me only, clean up on aisle tit.

#captain john price #cod nikolai #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #phillip graves #alex keller #alejandro vargas #rodolfo rudy parra #russell adler

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enigma-and-oasis · 1 year ago

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Yuuji Itadori: Ass Fixation

Aged-up! Yuuji Itadori (So that the sensitive ones do not cry wolf) @murderofravens I have seen your Yuuji posts of smut, so this may intrigue you.

Warnings: rimming, fingering, mentions of sex

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Yuuji Itadori is a man of wonder. A kind, compassionate, virtuous and easy-going guy with a straightforward and honest mouth. A guy that treats you like a princess with everything he does for you, to which Yuuji considers the bare minimum thanks to his unwavering love for you that towers like a raging inferno within his heart.

But...Yuuji is also a wolf in sheep's clothing. Obviously his perfect muscular physique, his attractive face and undercut pink hair, and sex appeal is far bigger than that of any man. You should have known sooner from the naked girl posters he once had decorating his room. He was a pervert, but the kind of pervert behind closed doors and did not shared this with you for fear of scaring you.

Yes, you lost your virginity to him, and the mind-blowing sex he gives you is pure euphoria, and you have seen him do the filthiest of things with you, to depriving you of oxygen from his kisses, the way his tongue would explore and claim your cavern, to the lovebites he leaves on your neck and sternum, to the countless gropes and smacks he leaves on your ass, and finally eating you out with fervor like a dehydrated man until you're cumming 2 or 3 (or 4) times before he pounds your velvety walls like an Alpha.

But other than your beauty, intelligence, heart, lips and womanhood that he loves, your ass is the one thing he worships the most. The way he'd have you on your stomach, praising you "good girl" and "fuck cutie, you're beautiful like this" before he kisses your globes, his tongue leaving wet trails all over them like ice cream he can just continue to taste. Then he dives in to your puckered rim and devours it like it'll disappear.

The gasps and moans you make from rimming you and worshipping your ass makes his cock twitch. Each time his tongue slides up your puckered hole, you shiver in pleasure, and you would feel his spit slicked mouth smirk as he continues his pleasurable ministrations on your ass. He'd leave you aching for more when he goes back to your ass globes, marking them with his teeth, and licking them, kissing them, groping them, spanking them. He does this while you're at his mercy, no thanks to his nigh-inhuman strength.

It's when he digs his skillful tongue inside your rim, does things get interested. Just like how he tongue fucks you in your pussy's velvety walls with suck velocity and filthyness, he has no shame doing the same to your back hole, not caring how nasty and how much saliva passes inside there as long as he can tongue fuck your hole for it to be fucked and bred by him as he as breeded you before.

He focuses on rimming you, while his calloused and long fingers enters your pussy, fingering you at the same time while your body submissively let's him. The tightening of your core and your rim hints at your building orgasm as saliva drips from your ass and your slick leaks down your legs in rivulets. He hits that spongy spot with his fingers that makes you reel, but that final tongue prodding in your ass is what makes you spiral upward and wither in his captive hold, squirting like a waterfall.

Yuuji switches go your core to lap up your slick he eagerly wants to taste while still keeping you upright on the wall. The sight of you falling apart from his tongue in your ass and his fingers in your pussy has him much more fired up to do it again as his neglected cock is still erect. The marks he leaves on your ass, alongside the wet trails of his tongue made him groan.

"Hey cutie," he rasps out, pressing a kiss to your ass once more, making you twitch, "can you be a good girl and give me one more? Pretty please?" His innocent question being a dichotomy to his debauchery actions. You barely get the chance to say "yes" until his tongue is sliding up your rim once again, making you arch your back and moan his name which has him smirking against your ass.

How can you say no to this man?

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I can definitely see Yuuji with an oral fixation kink and an ass fixation/ass worship kink who would also love anal rimming😝😝😍😋

#aged-up character #aged up yuuji itadori #yuuji itadori x reader #yuuji itadori #he is a nasty guy #i am filthy #jjk x reader #jjk smut #itadori smut #yuuji itadori smut

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sabi-luvr · 7 months ago

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BEAM BEAM

Oh ma, Welcome to adult world!

Synopsis: Jongseob is 18 going onto 19, has he not realized too much time is passing?

Tags; Jongseob x Fem! Reader, Jongseob is crushing, Lover boy! Seobie.

Side Note: This is my first fic so pleaseee be nice, I do hope you enjoy tho!

“You’re about to turn 19, isn’t that crazy?” You let out a small chuckle, Not noticing the almost petrified look on Jongseobs face as he stared at you.

It’s been 4 years since Jongseob had developed feelings for you and he just realized how much time he’s let pass. What if you got a girlfriend or a boyfriend?! He’s probably too late, what if-

He’s snapped out of his thoughts by voice, Angelic as he would describe it.

“Seobie? Did you hear anything I just said?” You ask, A little concerned now. The soft music of the small ice cream shop was playing behind you two, Setting a nice vibe.

Jongseob’s ice cream was dripping down his hand, The raspberry flavor he ordered now melting down the waffle cone.

“I’m listening, Just a bit out of it..” It’s not like he’s lying, he’s just not telling you what’s happening. Still, There’s no harm in accusing everyone once in a while.

“Your lying”

“What?”

“Be honest, you didn’t hear shit I just said.” The teenage boy has to look down in embarrassment, Almost panicking as the ice cream threatens to drip down onto his jeans. He wipes everything off quickly with a few paper towels, His hands now a bit sticky.

“Someone’s on your mind, I know it. Do you like a girl?” Sheer excitement is in your voice as if you’re in the 5th grade gossiping with your best friend.

“I like you..” Jongseob mumbled as he took a lick of his ice cream, Not believing it was loud enough for you to hear. But it was, Fortunately, it was.

“Really? That’s crazy 'cause I like you too.” Not thinking that such a simple sentence could make someone’s world turn upside down, in the best way possible. Maybe being an adult isn’t such a bad thing, not when it comes to something like this.

#p1h jongseob #p1harmony #jongseob x reader #jongseob imagines #fluff #jongseob fluff #piwon #p1h imagines #kim jongseob #my fic

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ch3rish-ning · 25 days ago

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➴ LIES, TELL ME LIES ⟡ ݁₊ .

Synopsis ᝰ.ᐟ⋮니키 ────f!reader ˎˊ˗ wc: 1k+ ꒰angst,relationship꒱𓂃“The heart is far more honest than spoken words. Pretending is fun for a while, and a lie is meaningless until the heart makes it mean more.” Reblogs + feedback! ˎˊ˗

Intimacy is a close connection that two people can share. A closeness you both once shared. He’s stubborn and a major prankster, but he never hesitated once in showing you how deeply he cared about you. He’s sweet, comforting, and charming; what more could you have asked for? Call it a perfect match or maybe a cliché, but you were exactly right where you wanted to be.

You loved tracing out the little tattoo he got for you, just one amongst the others inked across his skin, but this one meant something. his way of showing you how much he liked you, no…loved you. Your fingers danced across his skin, watching as his nose scrunched up in pure joy. “You like it that much, huh?” He could never get tired of teasing if it meant he could see you roll your eyes in disbelief. Scoffing, you pinch him, leaving the spot red. “Not that much, you idiot,” you respond, satisfied with the hiss he gives as the sting settles in.

Closing the distance between you two with you both now seeing eye to eye. You take in his features, mentally tracing them out. Feeling his soft puffs of air hit your face, you move a strand of hair from his face before speaking again. “Would you laugh if I said I want us to stay like this forever?” You see the grin beginning to form on his lips as laughter erupts from him. “Baby, you can’t be serious right now.” Squinting your eyes at him, you wait until his laughter dies down. “Nik, I’m serious; stop being an ass.”

Alright, alright, I’m kidding, …let’s stay like this then,” you pinky swore on it. Embarrassing, right? It meant something though, a seal or a promise that this love you shared wouldn’t die out. Promises are meant to be broken, right...? They don’t always hold; at some point they give out, and a promise becomes a fleeting fantasy. Maybe that’s where you began to stumble, thinking you could hold on to this thing forever, that it’d be everlasting. But it was faulty, nothing but fickle reality.

The first serious argument would only be the first of many. “C'mon, you’re making this shit far more serious than it has to be. You know I never said that!!” Gripping his hair in distress, he paces back and forth, watching you as you speak up. “So what, am I making this up?!” You snapped, voice cracking, “You made it quite clear that you’re not 100% in this anymore. I feel like I’m the only one trying to hold this together while you just keep tearing it apart...” Scoffing at you, his gaze hardens as he locks eyes with you. “So this is my fault now… Got it… You think I haven’t been trying? I’m here, aren’t I? Isn’t that enough...? ” His voice is low and defensive.

Laughing bitterly, you taste the familiar iron flow as you bite your tongue hard enough, refraining from saying something you would regret. “Yeah…you’re here…” You both bask in the silence. Anything but peaceful, suffocating, and heavy. His eyes flickering on you. “Maybe we just need some space…time to think…” You look at him, trying to find a response, but you only seem to make out the words “okay…”

Never again. You both promised. It was normal, right...? To fight, to disagree. Maybe there were a few open wounds, but nothing a Band-Aid can’t fix. You’re both stronger than ever; you were sure this time nothing could interfere. “Ahh, open up before it melts…” He holds the spoon up to your lips as he watches you take a bite. “Gosh, vanilla always tastes the best,” you rave on about the silly ice cream flavor as you lick it off the spoon. “Way better than mint chocolate,” he grins with a teasing glint in his eye. Eye twitching in disbelief, you poke at him. “Keep talking and I’ll steal your ice cream.”

“Okay, you’ve got me there; no more talking on my end.” He throws his hands up in defeat, the familiar sound of his laughter ringing in your ears. Warmth. Is all you can feel the warmth of his laughter, of your love? The feeling seems real; maybe it is, or it’s simply just a cover-up for what lies underneath the surface.

Maybe he’s checked out. Maybe he no longer feels for you as he once did. Maybe your mind is betraying you. Check his phone. The tiny thought plays in the back of your mind. You’re alone with it; his shower will be up any minute. A text from an unknown number on his phone reads, “When you figure your shit out, you know where to find me.” Would he...? Swallowing hard, you didn’t want to think the worst, let alone jump to conclusions. Keep it to yourself, you think, pretending and smiling.

“I’ll see you later, babe.” Kissing your forehead, he leaves as if he was never there. It’s getting worse, isn’t it? The lies, the secrecy. True promises are now becoming empty ones. Lying alone, your mind plays out every possible scenario. Maybe this is some sick game that you were bound to play at some point. Alone days at a time, flimsy goodnight texts that lack feeling, even on nights you lay together, feel separate.

Back to square one. “You’re full of shit!! I’m tired, Ni-ki, tired of wondering what’s in your mind, tired of wondering where you are with whoever, tired of feeling alone and unloved.” In a fit of rage, you find anything you can to throw at him as you watch him weakly attempt to dodge them.

Responding bitterly, “You really want to go there again? ... I don’t know who the hell I’m looking at anymore; the girl that I once knew, the one that I once loved, gave up on me long ago. Whatever you’ve been keeping from me, you’ve shut me out and made sure I had no access to you, so really, who’s full of shit?” A slap to the face. His words are suffocating you far more than you can bear.

You’ve both hidden for far too long. The realization hit you like never before. You were nothing without trust or intimacy. You feared this, anticipated it. You knew deep down you couldn’t trust him. And he’s given you reason once you began turning your back on him. But it all was safer hidden, wasn’t it? Bandage every crack in hopes that it would be enough to heal.

“Tell me one last lie, ruin everything so that I can walk away, pull the band-aids off, and allow me to heal on my own, please lie to me,” the tears slowly descending down your cheeks as you meet his eyes one last time.

“I love you, baby… more than anything, I promise.” Kissing your forehead one last time, it’s over.

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