#no im not going crazy over how hungry they are for each other

[crispywizardtale]

[dirt-str1der]

I will always be vocal about how much dr stone sucks and how stupid it is but to be quite honest it consumes 80% of my waking thoughts and yes i also downloaded the chinese kemonomimi doujin so i could pretend to read it in my spare time

[star-sim]

shhh! ☆ jayhoon

☆ non-idol! jay x fem! reader, non-idol sunghoon x fem! reader ☆ summary: your secret relationship with him (& how you get caught!) ☆ genre: fluff, bullet points ☆ warning(s)? noooo

jay ☆

okay... hear me out

school au, where you and jay are the class co-presidents

and i'm not talkin goody two shoes dutiful co-presidents

IM SAYING TYRANNICAL CO-PRESIDENTS

you and jay were the class co-presidents, but you two were also the biggest most arrogant ASSHOLES

like somehow you guys have been put into office 3 years in a row

and even though people lowk hate you both, theyre more scared of ygs than anything

yk how in some animanga there's that corrupt student council trope... thats you and jay

threatening people, bribery, blackmailing, using lackeys....... nothing crazy but yall are NOT clean goody two shoes

im just saying... yall have SO MUCH power and influence

everyone is like legitimately afraid of ygs

on the outside you and jay seem to have an exclusively business relationship

to everyone, you're two power-hungry assholes who use each other to achieve their goals

at council meetings you and jay talk very cordially and formally, everytime you're seen together, you guys always whisper to each other briefly, before putting on your painfully fake smiles again and barely ever speaking to each other again

but behind closed doors....

yall are DATING dating

who knew that you, the condescending bitchy co-president, and jay, the most arrogant bastard of a co-president, were ALL FLUFF FOR EACH OTHER???

you and jay do such a good job of concealing your relationship that there's rumors that you and him actually secretly hate each other

heck, there's even a rumor that you'll stab him in the back later this term

after council meetings, you and jay stay back to "discuss private matters"

yall know damn well that's not what's happening

the moment that your snooty class treasurer shuts the door and leaves the two of you alone, jay's already pushing you against the wall

imagine.... makeout sessions in empty classrooms, and coming out with messed up uniform, swollen lips, and suspiciously timed breathlessness

jay would LOVE it if you grabbed onto his uniform tie and yanked him toward you, he gets the butterflies big time

whenever you pull jay aside to whisper something into his ear, everyone assumes that you're telling him about some confidential or urgent student council matter

nope!! 90% of the time it's you whispering "you look so handsome" "i love you" "let's go on a date later" "i want to kiss you so bad" good lord

and the best part??? whenever you do this, both you and jay keep the straightest, most solemn faces, even though jay is 100% screaming and giggling and kicking his feet inside

and let's be fr right now.... you guys DEFINITELY hold hands under the table

like there will be a meeting about whatever and you and jay are just playing with each other's hands under the table

i think you've almost been caught multiple times but no one necessarily suspects that there's something between you two

everyone genuinely thinks that yall are just some cold-hearted power freaks, too cold to love anyone LOL

the amount of times that you guys accidentally left the door unlocked and someone barged in....

to be clear just bc you and jay are head over heels in love with each other does NOT mean that you guys still aren't crazy assholes

sometimes you guys purposefully don't lock the door and play something that jay likes to call "kissing roulette"

basically, you and jay leave the door unlocked and make out on a busy day when there's a lot of people still roaming the halls, whoever pulls away first out of fear of being caught loses!

you always end up winning lol

i also think that some people are just stupid because there are actually SO many signs of you and him having something

like tell me why jay is out here pulling you close up against him, hands around your waist and all, to whisper something in your ear and the first thing that people think is "oh i think they hate each other"

now..... how ygs get caught: i think you and jay decided to keep your relationship private for the sake of preserving it, like ppl talk too much and they wanna get in the way or wtv

like business must go forward even if you and jay were on top of each other mere seconds ago

like i have emphasized earlier, you and jay were lowk tyrannical

you don't know how it happened but someone in the council leaked one of the being discussed

you and jay didn't really think it was that serious but apparently everyone else was

like.... some of your classmates got HEATED LMAOAO

anyways so you and jay are just having another one of your... ahem... after school sessions

and lets just say that this particular session was errr very passionate... you missed your boyfriend okay?

it was hard to act like jay pracitcally didn't exist when all you wanted to do was kiss him every second of the day

so here you were, between jay's legs with him pressed up against some bookshelf of an empty classroom

his shirt's collar is messed up, probably with lipstick stains all over it

you have his tie scrunched up in your fist, while his hands find the hem of your uniform skirt (😋)

completely unbeknownst to you there's a whole group of students in your year marching around school lookign for you two

apparently to "give the presidents a piece of their mind"

you and jay are LITERALLY about to go a step further (🤭) when the door FLIES OPEN

AND OH MY GOD

THERE'S JUST SO MANY OF THEM

like particular session you SWORE YOU LOCKED THE DOOR

like that little group of kids were about to start yelling at you to "reconsider your decisions" but they were rendered SPEECHLESS

GAGGED EVEN

because like..... THE TWO CO-PRESIDENTS WHO SUPPOSEDLY SEE EACH OTHER AS MERE TOOLS WERE........ MAKING OUT IN AN EMPTY CLASSROOM??????

you and jay are just standing there, still against each other against the bookshelf dissheveled and all, like 😧😧

"s-sorry!" it seems like the sight of you two getting all intimate scared the shit out of those little protestors BECAUSE THEY JUST RAN AWAY AFTER THAT

the next day you and jay are the talk of the school

jay is getting pats on his back from dudes who he literally does not know

"AYYYY YOU BAGGED THE HOT PRESIDENT!!!"

and hes like "? do i know you"

and suddenly all the girls are sitting you down with cups of tea to ask you about the story of you and jay

"please girl we want to know all the tea"

???? weren't they just gossiping about you yesterday

it seemed like everyone was weirdly supportive??

like over night everyone seemed to like you guys a little bit more??

somehow yall become the it couple

i dont think jay and you immediately get more affectionate

but jay definitely takes advantage of this

and randomly kisses you throughout the day

sunghoon ☆

you and sunghoon work in the same department, under the same supervisor, in the same office, at the same table, with the same tasks, with the same pay and same skills

yet only one of you is deemed the company's #1 loser and the other the company's sweetheart

guess who ☠️

well sunghoon is definitely NOT the company sweetheart

ding ding ding! if you guessed that he's the loser you are correct

sunghoon's quiet, and gets his job done efficiently with little trouble

he doesn't mean to make people uneasy with how quiet he is

but sunghoon genuinely does not like anyone enough to be talkative, nor does he want to try to make any friends

emo ass

on the other hand you're the company's joy

everyone wants to hang out with you after work

you're the first person invited to work parties, even when it's from different departments, every guy in that office has had a crush on you at some point

you know damn well the interns are obsessed with you

absolutely NO ONE would expect the residential hot girl to be going home with THE biggest loser every night

but alas look where we are

you and sunghoon were dating waaay before either of you got a job here

you guys decided to keep your relationship secret to avoid any HR complaints or snoopy people

and it was a bit of a struggle

do you have any idea how hard it was for sunghoon to watch every man try to shoot his shot with you and NOT start screaming?

sunghoon really tried to not let his personal life interfere with his professional life

but JINWOO FROM THE SALES DEPARTMENT WAS LITERALLY ASKING YOU OUT RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM

and it was hard for you, too

having people swarm you for after-work plans was a mess

each time, you said that you were going to stay late to finish some extra work, and if you had time you'd join them

you never did

all of your work friends tried to set you up on dates with their own friends

"cmon it will be fun! get out a little!"

and every time you had to politely tell them that you were not looking for a relationship for the time being (only for you and sunghoon to pass silly love notes at the water cooler)

oh sorry did you not hear that?

YOU AND SUNGHOON PASS SILLY LOVE NOTES AT THE WATER COOLER!!!!!

it’s always the most random ripped pieces of paper with the silliest love notes

like you will rip up a spare legal document nd write “if u were a fruit you’d be a fineapple”

sunghoon tho is the type up a whole document and print it out, it’s filled top to bottom in silliness and he hands it to you like it’s an official important document 😭

every morning he makes you coffee and brings it to your desk

lers be real ppl suspect things

NOT ON YOUR PART BUT ON YOUR BEHALF

like everyone thinks that sunghoon is this loser that’s in love with you ☠️

i mean cmon… weird quiet guy that talks to no one but makes coffee every morning for that One Hot Girl???

the workplace gossips have a field day w it

in their eyes, it’s really pathetic because sunghoon is this weirdo and ur this hot woman and he’s in love with you oh my gosh this is so embarrassing for him 😭🙏🙏

they keep telling you stuff too

“omg did you see the way sunghoon looked at you?”

“he’s so weird, it’s so obvious that he liked you”

"this is so embarrassing [name] you need to reject him before he gets too eager" FREE HIM

little do they know that when you and sunghoon stay a little bit later than everyone else sometimes, the office becomes really empty

kissing in empty offices… thats it, that’s the tweet

otherwise there's a lot of other small things that you do with/for each other 

when no one's around in the break room, you love to creep up on him and give him a back hug

it scares the shit out of him but the moment that he realizes that it's you he melts right away

idk how ppl didn't notice yet

one time your washing machine malfunctioned so both you and sunghoon's white dress shirts were dyed a subtle pink color

you came into work both wearing your dyed shirts and no one stopped to think "hm why do these people both have washing machine malfunctions that malfunctioned in the exact same way?"

tbh you and sunghoon are just vibing

other than sunghoon needing to conceal his wrath every time someone flirted with you and you having to hide your increasing irritation with the amount of party invitations you got

can i just say tho

being coworkers w sunghoon is a dream

imagine what happens when yall get home tho

i know the gossip goes CRAZY… you both hate your boss so every conversation you have about him rips him a new one

now... how you guys get caught

two words: work dinners

you and sunghoon never go to them

because like... why would you want to hang out with your coworkers when you have each other?

and when you do go to them, you never really have fun

other than eating and chatting a bit you never drink or really open up…. again, because you have sunghoon... why do u need anyone else

same for sunghoon, except he literally never looks like he wants to be there so people are already reluctant to invite him

but there's this one particular work dinner that you and sunghoon are both unable to get out of

it's been a long and tiring week, both of you want to go home and take a nap together but your team had other plans

sunghoon is annoyed, yes, but hes like whatever at least there's you with him

you? youre LIVID

youre barging into that work dinner with a storm cloud around you

you have to deal with coworkers who lack boundaries every day of the week and the one time you can escape them they march back in

youre not having it 😭

you ordered like 3 beers because you were so annoyed

and also bc sunghoon was there... if anything happened you knew that he would protect you

so here you were 3 beers down…. a liiiiittle bit tipsy

okay maybe a little bit MORE than tipsy… como se dice... drunk?

when jinwoo from the sales department comes up to you

sunghoon is sitting RIGHT next to you but jinwoo ignores him

"hi [name]"

you stare at him... thousand yard stare ahhh because your drunk ass does not have it in you to endure him ☠️

"what."

jinwoo DOES NOT TAKE THE HINT

"after this, i was thinking about going for karaoke. do you want to go with me?"

normally you'd be polite and decline

even if you were a little bit tipsy you'd normally just laugh and say no

but this time

with you boyfriend right next to you, with all your tiredness, with all your anger...

"fuck no," you say plainly

the way everyone gets quiet ☠️ ppl don't hear you swear that much

but the real thing that surprises them is when you pull sunghoon towards you, hugging his head to your chest

“i have a boyfriend and you’re shamelessly flirting with me”

while sunghoon is like “!!!!!”

everyone is staring liek WHAT???????

jinwoo from sales department is GAGGED BRUH

sunghoon immediately pulls away, all red in the faced

he grabs your hand and begins dragging you out the door

"sorry everyone she's drunk right now we'll be on our way!!" and yall leave

you don't remember anything so when sunghoon explains it to you, looking like a kicked dog, youre just like "okay and? whats the problem i put jinwoo in his place" #girlboss

you're the talk of the office

this still doesn't scare off your multiple suitors

but it does allow sunghoon is be a #hater fr

he's smug

[ellieslittlewh0re]

Temptations - stepsister! ellie x fem reader

wk- 3.5k

summary- reader and ellie visit home for the summer after their time away at collage

additional tags: IM SORRY!! I know this is pushing it but it can’t be inc*st if they’re not blood related right? 🙃, reader is Joel’s bio daughter, sarah doesn’t exists in this bc I said so, ellie is adopted, rocker! ellie, band! ellie, loser! ellie, perv! ellie, weed! mention, ellie is kinda awful in this, like typical f*ck boy beat, reader and ellie are polar opposites so they kinda don’t get along, reader is a overachiever, ellie is a deadbeat, nothing too crazy happens in this part, masturbation! warning (ellie), no physical description of reader, mutual pinning and gay longing etc…

part 1 - part 2

psa!! I know this isn’t for everyone!! If you don’t like it, don’t read it!! 🥰

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The sweltering blaze of the summer Texas sun made my thighs stick to the leather seat of my 97' Buick as I exited the car.

I looked up at the pale yellow house, peeled siding, and a crooked white picket fence hugging the perimeter. It was familiar. It was home. Memories, good and bad, rested in the floorboards.

I stood in the driveway, the strap of my tank loosely hung off my shoulder, backpack slung over one arm, and the other weighed down by a suitcase.

"Hey- kiddo! You're late."

A man shouted from the front porch, waving his hand excitedly.

"I know. I'm sorry. Traffic was bad moving' through Houston." I gave the old man an apologetic smile as he met me halfway, pulling me in for a familiar embrace of musk and pine.

"Jus' glad you made it safe, is all. Dinners on the table. Hope yer hungry- I think I made too much." Joel gave me a smile, the wrinkles on his face looked deeper than I remembered.

He escorts me into the house, taking my bags from me and relieving me of the extra weight.

The house looks the same, but at the same time different. Smaller maybe? The furniture was in the same positions, the walls the same color, although slightly faded from the years.

"Can you go get yer sister? Tell her supper s' ready." The man asks as he turns to the staircase off the entry, bags in hand to put them in my old bedroom.

I tense, my body physically rejecting the idea of my sister- well, step sister.

I was hoping to make it here before she did, give me a few hours of peace before she'd ultimately ruin it.

When Ellie came into this family, it didn't take long for me to become jealous. She quickly clicked with Joel, bonding with him over things that he took an interest in; building shelves, working on cars, hell, even playing guitar.

It's not like I thought my dad loved Ellie more or anything. I knew I'd always be his little girl that got perfect grades and stayed out of trouble, but seeing how his face lit up when Ellie was by his side, grease smeared on her cheek made me heart seare.

I start to head up the stairs, following Joel's lead when I remembered she hasn't slept up there since she was a kid.

During Ellie's angsty teen years, she had begged Joel for days to let her move her bedroom in the basement, claiming "a growing girl needs her own space."

Joel always shot her down, but Ellie wouldn't let up. One night when I couldn't sleep, I got out of bed to get something to drink only to be met with Ellie's 16 year old string bean self pushing her mattress over the railing, and ever since then, the basement has been her territory.

I turn, slowly waking towards the door off of the kitchen that led to said basement, not a hint of enthusiasm in my step.

I creaked open the heavy door, and the wooden steps creaked beneath my feet with each step. Sounds of electronic gunshots and disgruntled curses grew louder as I reached the bottom.

I extend my neck around the corner of the cement room, clothes and empty cans scattered on the floor, music and movie posters filling every inch of the wall surface.

"Els...Ellie." I repeat her name, but she doesn't acknowledge it, her focus never straying from the first person shooter game on the tv. The LED lights that outlined the room turned the space into a purple hue.

My patience wearing thin, I yell her name one last time.

"What?!" Ellie huffed, tearing off the headset that covered her ears and looked at me.

"Dinner is ready." I said plainly, rolling my eyes before going back up the stairs.

"What? I don't even get a hello?"

Ellie yells from her still seated position, a cockiness tingled on her lips.

I scoff, rolling my eyes even harder even if she couldn't witness it. I picture that familiar smug smirk on her face that she had whenever she was trying to piss me off, and it was working.

Ellie loved toying with you like this since you were 16, and she was 17, poking and prodding at you as she sat back, and watched you get worked up. Ellie would never admit it to you, but she loved how no matter how little she tried to rile you up; you'd always bite.

"How's yer classes going? Likin' your teachers alright?" Joel asked between bites of his burger, his eyes glancing at me and over to Ellie, more specifically towards Ellie.

"Good... yeah, everything's good." I nod towards him, giving him a sincere smile to assure him.

Joel winked, smiling back like he knew he could count on me when it came to that sort of thing.

Ellie didn't respond, too busy shoving food in her face which made Joel kick her under the table, jolting her attention away from her plate.

"Ow! What the hell?" Ellie yelled, throwing her hands up.

"Yer classes, Ellie. How are you doin'?" The man asked, a seriousness overtaking his tone.

Ellie groaned, throwing her head back over the top of the wooden dining chair.

"They're fine. Stop worryin'." Ellie gave him a glare before diverting her attention back to her food.

I watch her from across the table, my legs crossed as I quietly ate which was the complete opposite of her.

Ellie's elbows rested on the oak table, her body slightly hunched as she devoured every last bite like she was a starved animal.

I stood at the sink, washing a cup when I felt a hand grab my hip from behind.

"Sorry- here's another one." Ellie talked into my neck, her fingers digging into my hip slightly. Her chest brushed against my back, and her lips too close to my neck. It felt suffocating.

I hadn't realized her presence had me washing the same cup for the entire interaction.

"Hey, Ellie-"

Joel's voice boomed, interrupted into the kitchen, causing Ellie to push herself away quickly.

Joel stood in the archway, his forearm coming up to lean against it.

"I haven't been down in the basement for a long time- please sleep upstairs. I don't need ya gettin' bit by a widow or somthin'."

Ellie groaned, her eyes lolling back into her skull, but she didn't argue.

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Dinner was long over. Joel retreated into his bed room for the night, placing a kiss on the top of my head before doing so.

I was sitting on the couch; the tv show I was watching was the only source of light that illuminated the main floor.

It was quiet and peaceful, Ellie had gone back down to her dungeon shortly after dinner, playing video games by the sounds of it.

My quiet was disturbed as the heavy basement door swung open, revealing a homely looking Ellie. Her sweatpants hung low on her hips, checkered green and blue boxers peaking above the waistband, and black wifebeater that snugged her torso.

"Isn't past your bed time, young lady?" Ellie teased as she opened the fridge, pulling out a beer before lazily making her way to the living room.

"Who cut your hair, Hellen Keller?" I snapped right back, a smirk on my lips as she took a seat on the opposite end of the couch.

"Oh- ha. Ha. You're funny."

Ellie pulled a lighter out of the pocket of her pants, using the top to pop open the cap of the brown bottle.

Her chuckle was low and raspy as she brought the rim of the bottle to her lips, her head dipping back as she swallowed the liquid.

Ellie had changed a lot since the last time I saw her, almost two years ago. Her hair is shorter, choppier, and a darker shade of brown, almost black.

Ellie is also taller and more muscular like she really grew into herself. Her face has hardened, her cheeks and jaw more apparent than before.

I sneak peeks at her, looking her over and familiarize myself with my step sisters new look. My eyes travel down to the dark green-blue ink that covered her forearm, a moth with fern leaves. It was pretty, almost too delicate looking compared to her, but it suited her.

My eyes scale down further to her hands, long fingers and a prominent veins that curved along. I have to give it to her, she always had beautiful hands.

"Take a picture it will last longer."

Ellie's voice jolted me out of my trance, my head quickly turning back to the tv.

I try to think of something- anything to cover my tracks.

"Don't get cocky- I was looking at your tattoo. It's nice... who did it?"

Ellie lifted her arm, turning it over to observe it.

"My ex. She bought a tattoo gun online and needed someone to practice on." Ellie said nonchalantly, shrugging before looking back up at the tv.

"Well- she did good. Why is she your ex now? You should've kept her around and gotten tatted up." I ask with genuine interest.

Ellie shrugged, taking another sip of her beer.

"Dunno- We kinda just fell out? Plus she caught me with another chick and freaked out." Ellie stated, not a hint of guilt after just admitting she's a cheater.

Somehow it didn't surprise me after all the girls she'd bring home after school. I'd see the same girl come over a few times within the week, only for the girl to be replaced by a different girl, and the cycle continued like that until she left for college.

"You think your big sis is a bad person now?" Ellie asked, a grin on her lips and she took another sip.

"It doesn't make me think of you any differently." I lied. It did make me think of her differently; I started to imagine what her sex life was like.

What's so great about her? That had these girls constantly following her home like a lost puppy. Surely, it's not her sunshine personality.

My mind flicks back to her hands, my eyes still glued to the tv. Her long and rough, calloused fingers must be the magic touch.

Ellie hummed at my response unconvincingly. The light from the tv illuminated the freckles on her cheeks and nose.

"The fuck are we watching anyways? Some cheesy reality show? Wait- is this the gay one?"

Ellie's voice piqued in interest, her back shimming further back into the cushion to her comfortable.

"Um- yeah, why?"

I ask, side eyeing her, not really understanding what the big deal was.

********

The big deal was; Ellie never knew if you were into girls; or not. She tried to figure it out for years, carefully observing the people you brought home for school. You didn't make it easy, and truthfully you were kinda a loner, only having a few close friends that you'd invite over.

Although there was that one time; you came home from school with a different girl that Ellie had never seen before, and when Ellie tried introducing herself, you quickly took the mystery girl's hand in yours and ran upstairs, locking the two of you in your bedroom.

Ellie fought herself over it for a long time, trying to picture you with a girl. She wondered if you had kissed another girl, held another girl's hand, and it drove Ellie fucking insane.

Ellie had a dark secret that she wouldn't dare say out loud and definitely would never let you know about it.

Ellie started thinking about you a lot after you turned 16, and they were almost never innocent thoughts. When you turned 16 it was like Aphrodite came down to earth and blessed you herself.

Ellie wasn't proud that she had these thoughts, I mean, you were her little sis after all, but it didn't stop her from picturing you whenever she fucked random college girls in the fraternity bathrooms.

********

Ellie shushed my question, motioning for me to turn it up and I do.

Four episodes in, both of us were dead silent as we watched the horror that is reality tv dating shows. We shared glances at each other whenever one of the cast members said something outrageous, but other than that, we just watched and enjoyed the presence of one another.

It was getting late, my eyes grew heavy and harder to keep open.

"Alright- it's gettin' late, and I have to shower still. Pick this up tomorrow?" I pause the tv and stand up with a yawn.

Ellie pleaded for one episode, holding her hands in a prayer. I stand my ground, promising her we can binge it tomorrow and that seemed to work.

We go up the stairs, Ellie following close behind as we mumble goodnights to each other before we go into our designated bedrooms.

I rummage through my suitcase, pulling out a over sized t-shirt and underwear.

I turn on the light in the bathroom, closing the door, but not all the way. It was a bad habit that I never grew out of, leaving the bathroom door open a few inches whenever I took a shower or bath. I did it because growing up, I was terrified of the bathroom, scared I'd get locked in and somehow the lights go out, and the grudge lady would be hiding in the shower.

I slip off my jeans and my tank, dropping them to the floor and turn on the water. I wait, holding my hand under the stream until the temperature was up to my standards.

I get in, letting the hot water soothe my aching muscles from sitting in a car all day. I felt the tenseness of my shoulders relax and my heart rate slowing down to a more relaxed pace.

***********

Ellie laid in bed, her arm folding under her head as the springs in the mattress poked her back. She scrolled through various apps, checking social media, playing games and repeating.

The sound of the water running in the room down the hall could be heard faintly in Ellie's old bedroom. The walls were still painted a dark shade of blue, with doodles of planets and rockets hand painted by Ellie herself.

Joel couldn't bring himself to paint over them.

The joint (or a few joints) Ellie smoked after dinner; was starting to kick in and made her crave some sort of barbaric concoction.

Pickles with peanut butter, maybe?

Ellie sighed, lifting her myself from the bed lazily, scratching the back of her neck before she turned the nob.

Ellie entered the long stretch of the hall, passing your bedroom the illuminated with a soft pink hue. Coming up on the bathroom, she paused.

At first, she wanted to tease you, to scold you for still keeping the bathroom open when you showered. You weren't a little kid anymore, and you needed to grow up in Ellie's mind.

On the other hand, Ellie was intrigued. She found herself peeking through the gap, the steamed glass door of the shower made it hard to make out details, but it was enough.

She felt wrong about it. One part of her was pulling her body away, telling her to stop looking, but the other part of her (the more fucked up part) couldn't look away.

Her eyes trailed up the profile of your body; pausing momentarily at points of interest.

Ellie didn't know it at the time, but she was biting down on her lip hard as she looked at the curve of your ass, plump and full, and the way your tits sat so high and perky.

Her hand coming down to cup her cunt, rolling her wrist against her clit. A moan escapes her lips as she continued to watch.

The sound of the water shutting off made Ellie snap back to her senses. She quickly backed away from the door and as quickly and quietly, as she could, made her way back to her bedroom and shut the door.

She fell into the mattress, taking a deep and shaky breath as she realizes what she's done. A wave of guilt washed over her- no, more like a tsunami. You were her step sisters, and even worse you've know eachother since Ellie was 14 and you were 13. You practically grew up together, but how would've Ellie known you'd grow into that.

Ellie couldn't deny she thought you were beautiful. Not just the fake, superficial type of beauty, but naturally, you were breathtaking to her, and your body matched.

As Ellie conflicted with herself, she continued to picture you. She imagined what you looked like underneath her, what you sounded like when she was splitting you open.

The guilt was replaced by lust and hormones, but mostly; lust.

Her hand crept down to the hemp of her boxers, slipping inside. Her other hand grabbed the bottom of her tank and brought it up to hold between her teeth- leaving her breasts exposed.

Ellie's fingers glided along her folds, coating them in her slick. She teased her entrance, rubbing gentle circles around her clit.

"Fuuuck- look what you do t' me, y/n" Ellie stifled a moan, dropping the fabric from her teeth as her middle finger sunk into her pussy, pumping in and out, slowly.

She moaned your name; over and over, adding another finger and quickening the pace.

The scene was honestly pathetic. Ellie's sweats and boxers tugged down to her knees, not bothering to take them off completely. Her breasts were the only thing holding the tank up, her hardened nipples- red and swollen as she harshly tugged at them.

"Fuu- your s-so wet, baby. You like when I fuck you like this? Huh?" Ellie babbled and stuttered, gritting through her teeth as she reached closer to her peak.

She pictured this is what you felt like as she sunk her fingers inside, curling against the spongy walls, hitting the spot that made you squirm with each pump.

She wanted to hear you beg, wanted to hear you say her name over and over until it didn't sound like a word anymore.

"Fuu-fuckin' bitch- d-dirty fuckin' whore-" Ellie curses, jaw slacked and her eyebrows furrowed upwards. Her rhythm became jagged as her hips bucked upwards, fucking herself through her orgasm.

Ellie panted, sprawled across the bed as bolts of electricity continued to send shock waves through her body.

Her inner thighs glistened, her breasts malled and violated.

It was official, Ellie had hit a new level of fucked up, but that's okay as long as you never find out.

It's not like you had your ear pressed against the wall as soon as you heard strange noises coming from your step sisters bedroom.

[chvnnie]

im extremely mentally ill

bro CAN WE JUST TALK ABOUT HOW THIS MAN IS THE LITERAL DEFINITION OF A DILF.

idk how i got where i did. this isn’t good. don’t read it it’s so bad but god my mind is going crazy.

Like everyone is well aware of it. You, your friends, strangers on the street. It would be hard not to notice him; effortlessly handsome even when he’s dressed down. Curls puffing out of his hat, twisting up the side of it. The sleeves of his shirt are a little too tight — the fabric stretches every time his involuntary flexes.

God, sometimes you even find yourself staring. You’ve always been head over heels for him, but something about…seeing Chan as a father…

It’s literally just breakfast and you’re already having to fan yourself. He sits across from you, your daughter sleeping soundly against his chest. Your husband hums as he flips through the menu, eyes tracing each word carefully.

His hand flexes. Is it too early to ask for the check?

“What are you getting?” Chan doesn’t look up from the menu.

“Um.” You clear your throat, shaky hands reaching for your glass of water. “I’m not sure yet.”

When he finally looks at you, eyes lighting at the mere sight of the love of his life, he smiles. “Well, what are you hungry for?”

You. “I’m not really—um—too hungry.”

What has gotten into you? Your skin is on fire as if it isn’t almost below freezing outside, your nerves bleeding through your skin like this isn’t your fucking husband.

Your husband. Who now has a hand on his daughter’s head, leaning down to kiss the top of it.

“You need to eat something, baby.” His other hand takes yours. Softly strokes your knuckles. “It’s important to fuel your body.”

Eating is the last thing you want to do right now. If anything, being in the restaurant is nearly suffocating. The urge to be home with your husband, feeling his hands run over your body is all you need for fuel.

“You’re spacey today.” Chan squeezes your hand. “Want to talk about—“

“Can we go home?”

The question catches him off guard, wide eyes blinking as he processes it. “Yeah, of course but why?”

“Because if I spend one more second without you inside me, I’m going to lose my fucking mind.”

Chan chuckles softly, tongue peeking out to wet his lips. Letting go of your hand, he looks up at the right moment. The waitress, who hasn’t been able to keep her eyes off him either, is headed your way. She barely gets to the table.

“Check, please.”

[sanjisboyfie]

one piece smau: dating luffy edition

— modern au!! these r so fun

— luffy x male reader <3

— i like making the pairings usernames match i think its so cute "returnto[name]" and "im[name]"

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[unsolvedjarin]

omg after reading part two of the mentor!seb x ferrari driver!reader fic i NEED something where he actually tries to play matchmaker for reader and mick😭 Like him giving so many hints but reader is just oblivious and Seb decides to take matter into his own hands yk?

Only if you’re open to it ofc! 🥰🥰

BEES, AMONG OTHER THINGS.

pairing: (mick schumacher x driver! reader) (mentor! sebastian vettel x reader)

note: HEY. i havent written anything in weeks and its been KILLING me. ive been so burnt out lately its crazy, but seeing seb in suzuka did give me a bit of motivation (although this is more of a mick-centric fic, my boy deserves it.) anyways sorry for letting this stew for so long anon, hopefully i can write more soon ive missed it tbh

summary: suzuka finds itself not only an interesting spot for bee hotels, but for reunions and confrontations as well.

content warning: none, except its a little all over the place and once again i havent grammar checked this im so sorry it’s three in the morning

previous part, but can be read without <3

When Sebastian invited the grid to his bee hotel opening, he expected maybe five or six people to come, but not this.

Everyone was coming.

And by everyone, I mean everyone. The drivers, the reserves, even the team principals, had all confirmed their appearance for the event. Sebastian knew he was loved by the grid, but the thought of all of them coming together for him still made his heart swell.

It was one in the afternoon, just thirty minutes before they were about to actually start the event. While the participation of the drivers were confirmed, they were still coming in one by one, some later than the others. Sebastian was in a particularly interesting conversation with Fernando about flowers when a poke to his shoulder captured his attention.

He turned around to find you, standing there behind him, waiting for him to finish his conversation with excitement you couldn’t contain. It was the first time you’ve seen each other since Silverstone, and even then you barely had time to talk to each other.

Before he could say anything, you jumped into his arms and hugged him so tight that Sebastian thought he would lose oxygen— but he still hugged you back with equal enthusiasm.

“Sebastian!” you screamed, being spun around once by the man. He missed you so much. Sebastian wasn’t particularly the greatest texter, and calling wasn’t something you were fond of, so besides the occasional visit you barely talked.

“Y/N, I thought you’d never come,” he says with a grin. He knew you were coming, of course. You would never miss out on this. You give him a playful shove, before giving Fernando a quick hug as well. In the year Seb has been gone, you had gotten closer with the Aston Martin driver who replaced him.

Fernando excuses himself quickly after, knowing you and Sebastian had some catching up to do. “Don’t tell me you’ve replaced me with him,” Sebastian jokes the second the Spaniard was out of earshot.

“Why, are you jealous?” you teased. He scoffs in reply, but you could hear the hint of jealousy in his tone. “Don’t worry Seb, while I love his talk about flowers, you talking my ear off about bees still appeals to me more.”

That makes him smile.

“I’m glad you prefer my infodumping, then.”

The fact that you taught him that term makes your grin even wider. “Anytime.”

You wanted to talk with him more, to tell him how you’ve been doing the past few months, but before you could, some PR person swooped in to film some videos with him.

“Ah, sorry liebling,” Sebastian sighs. He leans in and whispers in your ear, “One thing I haven’t missed are these media hungry people.”

You stifle a giggle, before nudging him away from you. “Go on, it’s your event, this is your own doing.”

He rolls his eyes but walks away nonetheless, following the person from the media. Before he moves out of earshot, however, he shouts, “Oh by the way, Mick is here! Don’t be shy, go talk to him.”

Oh the bastard.

Half the grid must have heard that. You look at him with shock and a light blush on your cheeks but are met only with a cheeky grin from the man before he turns around to fully walk away.

Admittedly though, he was right. You hadn’t been talking to Mick much. You had a few lunches with him after Seb retired but without his third wheeling company, it just felt awkward to go out with the reserve driver one on one. You started thinking he just ate with you because he felt bad for you or something of the sort.

“Penny for your thoughts?” A voice snaps you out of your thinking.

“Jesus! Lewis, don’t give me a heart attack like that.”

The Mercedes driver laughs before replying, “Sorry, you just looked tense. Thinking about the race?”

“Not really, just some other stuff.”

“Like what? Like Mick?”

You almost choked on your own saliva right there and then. “Wh- what? What would— haha— make you think that? No that’s crazy, I’m just thinking about the bees! Yeah, because like the bee hotel and stuff I love b—”

“Sebastian wasn’t really quiet talking to you just then, you know.” He comments, cutting you off.

“Oh I’ll kill him.”

“Doubt it, you’ve missed him too much these past months to kill him immediately.”

“Touché, maybe I’ll wait a few more then.”

“Stop avoiding the question, why’re you thinking about Mick?” Lewis asks, not giving the topic up. Oh what the hell, Sebastian trusts him right? So you could trust him.

Thinking of how you could word your thoughts properly, you start, “I kinda— I dunno— I mean he’s a nice guy, he’s pretty sweet, and we’re friends obviously so it’d be—”

“You like him don’t you.” Lewis cuts you off for the second time in a row.

“Yeah.”

“Damn,” he sighs, letting it linger for a moment. “That’s crazy.”

A beat of silence passes. “You’re not gonna say anything else?”

“Say anything else about what?” Sebastian butts in your conversation, clearly just having finished his short interview. He takes his place beside you, scooching in between you and Lewis instead of taking up the free space on the other side.

“Oh, Y/N was just talking about how she likes Mick.”

“Was not!” You exclaim.

“Was too,” Lewis retorts. His teasing never ceased to amuse and annoy you at the same time.

“I think I’m going to believe Lewis on this one. After all, you did tell me, and I quote, you ‘sorta have a little maybe crush’ on Mick.”

You hang your mouth agape incredulously before slapping Seb on the arm, “I told you that in confidence!”

Seb laughs before defending himself, “Well Lewis knows now! Besides, it’s not like you’ve been that discrete about it.”

You look at Lewis who shrugs in reply, “It’s true. Pretty obvious when a Ferrari driver keeps hanging around the Mercedes garage, mate.”

Oh well, cat’s out of the bag. There’s no point in keeping it secret from Lewis now, you think. Putting your head in your hands, you groan, “That’s the problem! I’m always at the Mercedes garage talking to you or Toto or even George but never him!”

“Well why don’t you…talk to him?”

“Great advice Sherlock, gee, got any more good ones for me?” You ask Sebastian sarcastically. While you and Seb banter though, Lewis recalls a conversation he had with Mick one late night back in Singapore.

“Hey Lew, was Y/N here earlier?”

Lewis, who was packing up to go home, redirects his focus to the only remaining guy in the garage save for a few engineers. “Yeah, she visited right after the race to congratulate me. Why’re you looking for her?”

“Oh nothing, just asking.” Mick replies, fiddling with his hands. Even in his tired state, Lewis could tell that there was more the young driver wasn’t saying.

“C’mon, spit it out.” Lewis says, taking a seat on a random chair and patting the one beside him for Mick to take a seat. The younger driver hesitates for a moment before sighing and sitting down. “Can you keep a secret?”

“Better than anyone. Do you know what happened when Alonso crashed his McLaren back in 2015?”

“No, what?”

“Exactly,” Lewis replies with a grin. “So what is it?”

“I…” Mick sighs, unable to find the right words for what he was trying to say. “I think I like Y/N.”

There, it’s out in the open, he thinks. Mick waits for a reply from Lewis, but gets none. “Hello?”

Another beat of silence.

“Okay, this is starting to scare me.”

Lewis finally snaps out of his trance-like state, before getting up and continuing to pack up his things. “Okay.”

“That’s it? Okay?”

“Well I thought it’d be something more secretive,” he says, putting up bunny ears.

“It is secretive,” Mick replies, mocking Lewis’ bunny ears. “No one knows.”

“Eh, I’m not so sure about that mate. I mean if you exclude Sebastian, Fernando, Toto, and myself, then sure, no one knows.”

Oh shit. Was he that obvious? “How- how did you all figure it out?”

“Well for one, if constantly tailing Sebastian and Y/N last year was your attempt at being discreet, then it was a horrible attempt. Second, you need to stop turning red and running away whenever she’s at the garage giving out food and what not. I can’t keep asking her for extra donuts for you forever, you know?”

Mick blushed slightly at the comment, not realizing how every time you came around to the garage he’d been unwillingly avoiding you out of fear you wouldn’t want to talk to him.

Lewis pats Mick on the back, getting ready to leave. “Listen man, if I were you, I’d make a move. That opportunity won’t last forever, plus, it seems like they like you back. Didn’t you guys go out together just the two of you a couple of times?”

Mick shrugged, “I don’t know, I mean I think she did that just because she felt bad for me being alone in the grid and because she missed Sebastian.”

Lewis internally rolled his eyes. He’s seen the way you look at Mick, there’s no way you didn’t like him too. “You have to stop doubting yourself. I mean the worst she can do is say no, right?”

“The worst she can do is avoid me for the rest of my life because I misread all the signs and she actually hates me.”

“That’s the spirit!” Lewis replied sarcastically, before murmuring a goodbye and leaving the garage.

That was weeks ago now, but the conversation was still stuck in Lewis’ head. He’d been right all along, you did like Mick back.

“Hey Seb, can I talk to you in private really quickly?” He speaks up, making you and the retired driver stop your bantering for a moment.

“You can say it in front of Y/N, it’s fine.” Seb replied. He trusted you completely with anything and everything.

“Well not if it’s about her.”

“Hey!” you complain. “Are you openly gossiping about me?”

“Listen, if you want our help, then let us huddle for a minute.”

Rolling your eyes, you sigh and nod at them. You really really liked Mick, but you were too much of a pussy to do anything about it. So if these two old twats could help you, then so be it.

Lewis pulls Seb to the side for a moment, inhaling deeply before talking softly so you couldn’t hear. “Okay, so here’s the thing. Mick told me he likes Y/N.”

Sebastian whips his head to face Lewis, “Holy shit, I knew it. I knew he wasn’t going out with us all the time last year for no reason.”

“Yeah, he’s not so discreet. Here’s the problem though, he firmly believes Y/N may hate him, and you know that Y/N believes Mick only likes her as a friend.”

“So what you’re saying is they’re both hopeless?”

“Without our help, basically yes.”

“God I can’t believe they haven’t caught a clue,” Sebastian sighs. “I even excused myself from multiple meals so I could leave the two of them alone even for a few minutes.”

“You’re telling me mate, I basically had to shove Mick towards her whenever she was at the garage or in hospitality.”

Meanwhile, while the two men were devising on their own, you were getting antsy. What could they possibly be coming up with? You didn’t really want to think about it too much, so you decided to take a walk around the track. After all, the event was about to start, so you might as well familiarize yourself with your surroundings.

You went through the unpainted bee hotels, admiring their woodwork and the effort it must’ve taken to make them. Sebastian had sent you a text at three in the morning yesterday saying “Finished! :-)” with a picture of the bee hotels attached, so you knew he put hard work into this project. You were happy that he was doing something he loved while retired, but at the same time you missed him terribly on the grid. It was lonely, you will admit, without him by your side. Sure you had your teammate Charles and the support of your fellow drivers, but it never felt like anyone truly knew you on the track besides Seb.

Stuck in your thoughts, you failed to notice the man who was walking up behind you mustering the courage to strike a conversation. You turn around to check out another bee hotel when you bump straight into Mick walking up to you.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry! Are you okay?”

“Ow—” you hold your head in pain, which you bumped into the bee hotel roof when you recoiled backwards from the hit. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.”

Great, Mick thought. Now what?

You’ve made a fool of yourself, congratulations, you thought.

Sebastian was about to walk over to see what all the commotion was about, when Lewis put a hand out and stopped him. “Look who bumped into her.”

Sebastian squinted a little— his eyesight had gotten worse but he refused to get glasses— and grins when he realizes who it is. “Best leave them to it then, I have an event to organize anyways.”

Meanwhile, Mick had no clue what to do. You were holding your head in pain, with your eyes closed trying to regain stability from the dizziness, and he was just standing there awkwardly trying to figure out what the right move was. Should he ask you again if you were alright? Should he hold you to stabilize you?

Well, why not both. Without thinking, he holds your shoulders, crouching down a little to look you in your eye, and asking a simple “You okay?”

You open your eyes, squinting because of the sun, and are met with a set of beautiful blue ones staring at you. Holy fucking shit. Now you don't know what to do.

“Uh— yeah, just hit my head. No biggie honestly, all good here,” you reply awkwardly. God, was it this hard to talk to him when Sebastian was around?

Mick lets go of your shoulders— you miss his touch already— and straightens up, nodding. “Good. Sorry for hitting you, I thought you heard me walking up.”

“No, it’s my fault honestly. Was stuck in my own thoughts. Nice that you pulled me out,” you joked, praying to whatever higher power was listening that it stuck.

Thankfully it did, and Mick let out a small giggle at your quip. It was enough for your stomach to do flips. And even though you had no clue, you joking around with him made his stomach do the same thing too. The simple interaction was enough to make him think that maybe you weren’t just hanging around with him before because you pitied him.

“You know,” Mick starts, before he loses confidence to breach the topic. He was here anyway, so might as well. “You’re always at the Mercedes garage but I never see you. I am sorry about that.”

You raised an eyebrow at him in confusion. Why was he sorry? You were the one who avoided him out of nervousness whenever you were there.

“You don’t have to be sorry about that, honestly, that’s my fault anyway. Same with our lunches before, I’m sorry we did those less and less. I guess I got too caught up in the races. We should have another one here in Japan!” You add the last part haphazardly, not really thinking about what you’re saying because if you do you’ll lose confidence.

It was too late when you realized what you said, and terrified to see Mick’s reaction to the invitation, you stare at anything but him. Wow, the sky was blue today. How interesting.

Mick, on the other hand, was frozen on the spot. Did he hear that correctly? Were you inviting him to lunch for the first time in months?

Before the reserve driver could get his hopes up, however, he realized what was different this time. Sebastian was around.

Oh. Maybe that was the only reason you invited him this time around. Because, again, like before, you felt sorry for him being alone and you had the confidence to ask him because Sebastian was here.

“Would…Sebastian be coming?” He asked. He wasn’t a religious man by any means, but he begged God at that moment you would say no. He had nothing against the retired driver of course, he was like an uncle to him, but it would determine— for him at least— if you were going out with him out of pity or because you actually wanted to.

You, on the other hand, had a completely different interpretation of that question.

Did Mick not want to have lunch with you without Sebastian because he didn’t want to spend time with you? Did he feel like you were too awkward? Too weird? You stopped yourself before you could spiral even more.

“I mean, do you want him to?”

“Honestly? No.” Mick hears himself say without thinking. His eyes widened a bit at the fact that he said that aloud, making you giggle. It lifts the tension a bit and the air feels freer talking to him.

“Tsk tsk, I’ll make sure to tell him that.”

“Please don’t, I’ll never hear the end of it. I just meant—” Mick pauses for a second, finding it difficult to word his thoughts.

Oh fuck it. Fuck it all. “I want it to be you, just you.”

Oh.

Oh.

“Oh.” Before Mick can regret saying anything and repeatedly apologize for the implications of what he said, you tug on his shirt a little to get him to look at you. “Me too.”

He lets out a sigh of relief, laughing a bit at himself. “Thank god, I thought I made the wrong move there.”

“God no,” you laugh out. “I’m glad you said that honestly, I thought you just hung out with me before for Sebastian.”

Mick raised his eyebrows in confusion. Was that what you’d been thinking this whole time? “I thought you were just hanging out with me because you felt bad I was alone without Seb.”

This time you both look at each other, confused. You had both gotten it completely wrong.

The absurdity of it all makes you burst out laughing, and you try to cover it up with your hand but to no avail. “I’m sorry I just— ha!— I can’t believe I’ve been reading it wrong this whole time! I even avoided you in the garages because I thought you felt awkward around me.”

“I hid whenever you were at the garage because I thought you didn’t wanna talk to me,” Mick replied bashfully, scratching the back of his neck. “In hindsight, that was pretty stupid, I suppose I wouldn’t ever know if you liked talking to me or not if I kept avoiding you.”

“Hold on, is that why Lewis always asked for extra food when I came around?”

“Yeah,” he answered, feeling embarrassed. It all felt so foolish now.

“That was stupid,” you tease. “So…what now?”

“I suppose we can just,” Mick gestures aimlessly with his hands. “Restart.”

You smile at him, liking the simplicity of the idea. After dancing around each other for a year, this is exactly what you wanted. “Yeah, that’d be nice.”

“What you were saying earlier, lunch? I know a good place. It’s pretty far from the track, but they have the best ramen and— hello Seb…?”

Unbeknownst to you, Sebastian had slowly inched himself closer to where you two were standing, trying to overhear your conversation. He was now stood a few meters away from you, pretending to be taking care of his bee hotel.

“You sneaky bastard!” you exclaim, slapping him on his shoulder for the second time that day. “How long have you been eavesdropping on our conversation?”

“I just got here!” Sebastian replied, trying to defend himself. He’d actually been standing there for a couple minutes, but if none of you had noticed, then it was better for him to not bring it up. “Anyway, I came to say we’re starting the event. Charles is looking for you at the Ferrari station, Y/N.”

Sebastian moves to leave, but turns back around, standing beside you. “And Mick, if it’s no bother, you could come with me and Y/N to Disneyland on Tuesday. Only if you’d like, of course.”

“We’re going to Disneyland?” You ask, but a quick glance at Sebastian's expression and you realize what he was trying to do. “Oh! Yeah, we totally planned on going to Disneyland. You should come with us.”

“Yeah! Sure, I have nothing to do anyways. And lunch on Monday, Y/N?” Mick replies. You give him a soft smile and nod in response.

Seb looks at you in confusion, “Am I part of these lunch plans?”

“No.”

“Great to know. Anyways, to the Ferrari station liebe, chop chop,” Seb retorts, putting his arm around you to pull you towards the station. As much as he wanted you and Mick to talk more, he also wanted his event to get going.

“Talk later!” you shout, being practically dragged by Sebastian. Mick laughs at the sight, waving a goodbye to you and the retired driver. He felt like he won the lottery. You might not like him the way he liked you, but this was a start. This meant that you hung around him for him.

“Was the plan you and Lewis came up with simply inviting Mick to go to Disneyland?” You ask, the second you were far away enough from Mick.

Sebastian shrugs, “Yeah, basically.”

“Oh you pricks. Thank God I didn’t rely on you two then.”

“Hey! We tried,” Seb remarked. “But we saw you two getting along without our help so we decided to leave you two to it. What did you even talk about?”

“Our shared hatred for you,” you replied with no hesitation. You look over at Sebastian with a grin, watching him roll his eyes, smiling.

“Well if that’s what it took for you two to talk, then I’d happily be the butt of your conversations.”

God. Why did he have to be so nice about it? “I’m just kidding Seb, we just cleared up some misunderstandings. Honestly we should’ve talked sooner, it was such a relief to find out I’d just been overthinking our interactions.”

“Like you do with half of all things, schatz,” Sebastian says softly, smiling at you. He was right, you did overthink too much.

“I know,” you sigh. “I’m trying to change.”

“That’s great, but you know what you should try first before that?” Seb asks with a playful look on his face. He comes to a stop in front of a bee hotel and grabs a paintbrush from beside it, putting it in your hands. “You should try participating in the event.”

“Cheeky bastard,” you mutter, grinning. You didn’t even notice you had walked all the way to the Ferrari station until then. You greet Charles, who was already there, before facing Sebastian again. “Still can’t believe you and Lewis’ plan was just Disneyland. Remind me to never trust you ever again.”

“Love you too,” Seb retorts sarcastically, grinning as he walks away to assist the other drivers. You shake your head with a smile, before facing the bee hotel again. Cheeky bastard.

Sebastian and Lewis had planned more than just Disneyland of course, they weren’t stupid. But the first phase of their plan was complete. Sebastian smiled to himself as he watched Mick talking to Lewis at the Mercedes station, ready to operate the second part of their ‘genius’ plan.

It was going to be a long, interesting week for all of them.

[onlyjaeyun]

I can’t stop thinking about angry sex with jake because someone was jealous and attention starved (real) but then reviving the warmest and softest aftercare, like him holding you close to his chest and playing with your hair and calling you his princess with his thick accent after saying and calling you the most vile and loathsome words imaginable to man. GAH DAMN IM SO DOWN BAD 🫠

-🗝️

URGH YES!!! (deffo not my best and barely any dialogue but mostly bc i have a similar full length fic in the making so stay tuned!🎀🧸)

— cw: jealousy, possessiveness, sugarcoated degradation, slight mean dom!jake, name calling but super cute aftercare

It's so not like Jake to lash out or go absolutely crazy because of his jealousy because he's confident and trusts you, yet some people just like to test their luck and after the two of you hadn't seen each other in a while because you both got busier at work, he's been on the edge already and this particular night out was just the last push.

But he can't help himself. Not only has he missed everything about you, he also just had to watch the way one guy after the other asked for your number or to dance with you, suddenly turning one of his best friend's birthday party into an event he wished would have gotten cancelled.

Jake tries his very best to stay calm and composed but by the time you politely reject the fourth guy within ten minutes, he's made up his mind. He has to take you home and claim what belongs to him, there's absolutely no other way for him to get over these heavy feelings in his veins and to his luck, you're more than just happy to oblige.

To you, the drive home is comfortable and quiet, your shared playlist running quietly in the background as you enjoy the coolness of the perfect summer night, not realising your boyfriend's been tolding onto the steering wheel like his life depends on it.

By the time you get home, however, jaeyun is quick to let you know exactly how he feels. Gently pushes you against the wall in the hallway, pretty hand firmly wrapped around your neck as he presses his whole body against yours and you finally take notice of the bulge in his pants.

But you're not given the time to actually process it all, as jake pulls you into a sloppy kiss, sucking on your tongue and harshly biting your bottom lip until you're too weak to keep the strength in your legs and he actually doesn't stop you from falling onto your knees.

Jake's quick to unbotton his pants and gently tap the leaking tip of his cock against your cheeks and your pretty lips, his eyes hooded and dark as they watch the way you don't hesitate to wrap your fingers around his big cock and give his angey tip a quick kitten lick.

"Don't tease me, baby", Jake finally speaks uftee keeping quiet for over thirty minutes and you whimper as soon ss you hear his voice, "i'm not in the mood for more teasing. let me fuck that pretty face of yours yeah?"

Spends a good amount of time thrusting his cock into your pretty mouth, makes sure you take it all becaude he knowd you can, you're his good girl after, yet gives you the time to gasp for air every time you gently tap against his wrist.

Jaeyun's never been one to go too rough on you in bef but after gicing it a few tries both of you have started enjoying it to the fullest, establishing lines and rules, setting boundaries and quickly clearing out any questions to make sure it all goes smoothly.

And that's why he doesn't hesitate to push your face into the mattres, flipping your stupidly short skirt over your ass and revealing your pretty cunt to his hungry eyes, yet not wasting any more time on foreplay. Usually Jake never passes the opportunity to bury his face in your pussy but he can't take it anymore.

Every pore in his body is screaming for the feeling of your tight walls hugging his thick cock in ways only you've managed to make him feel, and before your fucked out brain can even handle every touch of his, you let out a loud gasp at the sudden stretch from his thick tip.

"J-Jaeyun", you whisper and reach around yourself to hold onto his wrist, only for him to take both of yours into one of his big hands and hold them against your lower back.

"You can take it, pretty girl", he hisses and pushes another inch inside of your pretty cunt, trying his very best to stay calm because even if he's mad, jake would never want you to be in actual pain, "gotta fuck and fill this pretty pussy up or I'm going to go crazy."

And that's when you manage to realise that this is not your usual boyfriend but a version you're rather not so used to, yet definitely take liking in whenever he does appear. Jake might not like his own jealous side, but you've come to love it because not a night like this has passed where he didn't fuck you to sleep from how eager and angry he was.

This one is definitely not an exception. His thrusts are harssh and fast, pretty hands roaming your body and roughly groping every bit of flesh they find as he lands spank after spank on your sore cheeks, pushing you deeper and deeper into the sweet haze of your pleasure. His deep grunts and guttural moans quickly meet your high pitched and breathy ones in the thick air of your shared bedroom and if it wasn't for the way he was pounding you into the mattress, you would have paid much more attention to his sweet noises.

Jake loses himself in the feeling of your tight cunt, profanities and promises falling past his swollen lips as he talks about all the things he wanted to do to yoj with those fuckers watching, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as soon as he feels you clenching harder around him because of his possessive words.

You have absolutely no idea how long he fucks you or how many times you cum before he does but by the time he finally pulls you flat up against his sweat covered chest, hand wrapped around your throat and hips quickly snapping up to fuck himself deeper inside of you, you're almost completely gone.

He cums with a loud, raspy moan if your name and three thick spurts of his cum coating the inside of your cunt in the prettiesg shades of white, leaving him absolutely breathless and finally ridden of all those negative feelings.

but he wouldn't be your jake if he didn't run you a bath and massaged your back afterwards, littering your whole body in kisses and praising you for doing so well and taking everything he's given you like the good girl you are. derinitely wakes you up to make up for his lack of head from earlier and also because he can't go to sleep without your cum coating his tongue, promising to go easy on you only for you to feel even more sore by the time you finally fall asleep in his strong arms 🥺

[lovexjoe]

On The Run Mini Series

Part 3: Ending

On The Run 

part 3: ending

Armando couldn’t believe the feelings he had. He made sure he was out of view as he adjusted himself in his jeans. Seeing Kayla had him bricked up, but he convinced himself it’s cause he hasn’t had sex in months. It was just a natural reaction nothing else. Kayla shoved all the emotions she was feeling away as she got dressed. He just saw all of her and she was completely embarrassed. 

She walks back over to the truck to see he started a fire and was cooking the hot dogs that was given to them. Alright so maybe she promised one of the dudes that she’ll marry him. Was it her fault he took the bait? Nope! She was in need and she did what she could for the both of them. He looks at her and waves a hotdog on a stick 

“Hungry?” 

Kayla accepts the hotdog and started munching away. Her stomach hurting from the starvation but the pain eventually subsided with relief. Armando ate some, but gave her the rest. She’s probably never experienced starvation for this long period of time and his body was so use to it. He could go days without solid food. 

“You gonna tell me what you really told those guys? You got us clothes, food and way more” he looks at her with the “don’t bullshit me” look. 

“I promise that I would return and marry him” You said innocently. Armando gives you a crazy look then busted out laughing. He couldn’t even help it even if he wanted to. You took in how young he looked when he laughs as if he was a teenager again. He holds his stomach from laughing. 

“You’re so mean stop” Kayla joined in on the laughter. 

“Im mean? This man will spend the rest of his life waiting for you to come back” Armando holds his stomach as his laughter dies down. The tension disappeared in the air. As the sunsets and the night falls they enjoyed sitting by the fire each of them consumed by their own thoughts. Armando wanted to know why he was feeling these things and why just why did she end his mother’s life. It was the main reason that he hated her. 

“Can I ask you something?” Armando looks at her. Kayla was sat across the fire and she looks up at him: surprised. 

“Yeah sure of course…” she fidgets with her fingers, nervous. 

“Why did you kill my mom?” 

Kayla looks up at him, shocked. She didn’t even want to get into that right now. She got up and dusted off the dirt on her pants. 

“I’m gonna head to bed” Kayla says as she heads toward the car. Armando gets up and grabs her arm firmly. He needed answers and he was gonna get them. 

“Answer me. Why did you kill her?” He said, his eyes burning into hers. Kayla tries to pull her arm away. 

“Let me go! Let me -“

“ANSWER ME!”

“I did it for YOU!!” 

The air was silent and the only thing that filled it was their heavy breathing and Kayla’s sniffling as her eyes welled up with tears. 

“Y-you think I wanted to kill her?! You were already passed out in Mike’s arms. She was gonna shoot you again and I couldn’t let it happen.” 

“Why?! I’m not a fucking saint why didn’t you let me die?!” He towers over her

“Because you didn’t ask for that life Armando. You were forced into it. If anyone deserved a second chance it’s you” 

Without hesitation, Armando pulls Kayla into a heated kiss. The hatred leaving his body. She granted him life, a second chance to get things right. A second chance to know his father. He was grateful. His mind was fighting his body, now it wasn’t necessary anymore. Kayla melts into the kiss, leaning into these stupid feelings that she had. Neither of them would have thought they could fall for each other On The Run

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[mexhim]

kiss • l.hs

☆ • pairing; bf!heeseung x m!reader

☆ • genre; semi-smut/fluff

☆ • summary; heeseung gets a little touchy

☆ • includes/warnings; pwp (kinda?), nip play/sucking, its short u guys sorry, MDNI!!

you messaged heeseung to come over with food because you were not only hungry, but you wanted his company. he’d arrived quickly, for he only lives blocks away.

you walk to your door with a smile. you open it up to see heeseung on his phone with a bag in his other hand. He looks up and smiles, putting his phone in his pocket.

he steps forward to wrap both arms around you and peck your forehead. “hi lovey.” he says, “gimbap and onigiri.”

“oh my god thank you. i was actually gonna starve to death.” you sigh, placing a hand on your stomach. heeseung smiles, patting the back of your head. then you move aside so he can come in.

“where we goin’?”

“my room. the AC’s on.” you turn on your heel to head up your stairs. the sound of the bags behind you made you hungrier than you already are.

“why did you want me to come over so bad?” heeseung asked, patiently waiting behind you after you reach your door.

“Because I missed you- ouu…” You open your door and a cold gust of wind hits both you and heeseung, yet he only shivered. “damn..”

“how sweet.” he says, his voice a little deeper because of the cold. you shut the door and you sit on your bed cross legged. heeseung sits in front of you and opens the bag

you two chat away as you eat, peacefully enjoying each other’s company.

“damn, I’m full as hell.” you say, falling backwards on your bed.

“because you ate half of my food too.” he scoffed

“anyways…” you sigh and pull out your phone to check the time. “damn… it’s 3:42,” there’s shuffling on your bed, and you believe it was heeseung adjusting himself, “it’s been like- EUGH-” your sentence is cut off by heeseung’s body right on top of yours. feeling his warm breath on your neck, you look down to see heeseung who has nestled comfortably right in between your neck. you shiver as his breath hits your neck once he giggles. “heeseung, that tickles.” you whisper.

“you’ll be fine.” he says. you roll your eyes at his response, putting your free hand on the back of his head. you continue to scroll on your phone while heeseung fiddles with the hem of your tee.

as you scroll, you begin to feel him lightly peck at your neck, which you don’t think much of. at first. he moves his cold fingers slightly underneath your shirt, causing shivers going through the entirety of your body. his small pecks gradually became more aggressive by the second, and you’re definitely enjoying it.

“hey…” you whine, “what’s with you?”

he pulls away for a moment to answer. “nothing, just be still, lovey.”

your mouth is shut, but your voice failed to quiet down once his tongue dragged across your neck. his fingers slide further up your shirt, reaching your chest and ever so slightly brushing against your buds.

you move your hands into his dark hair as he practically devours you, leaving your breath unsteady. his thumbs begin to flick your nipples around, causing you to jolt and grip harder on his hair.

he sucks on your neck, leaving marks trailing down to your collarbone. he pulls away and lifts your shirt and latches his lips onto one of your nipples. his tongue flicks and he sucks, while his free hand finches the other. your eyes are shut, while quiet curses leave your lips.

he moves to the other nipple, and this time his free hand goes straight to your growing bulge, lightly palming it.

at this point, he was driving you crazy and you were so desperate after being teased for what felt like so long. you needed more. “please, g-give me more..” you whimper.

he pulls away to speak. “no, let’s see how much more you can take.”

# • a/n; im unsure if this is rushed or not but here u guys go

[fandomfluffandfuck]

ok so the new pics of our boys have made me simultaneously freak out and wish i was there. obviously this has sparked thoughts, mainly bc there most definitely needs to be a subastian comeback after seeing chris place those not-so-slick lingering touches all over seb’s back.

(this is so long cos i got carried away but will not be apologising😭😭)

the way seb feels nervous as he finishes being photographed and starts up the street, cameras everywhere and waiting for him to do something worthy of publishing. he walks up to the place where all of kevin’s guests are waiting and… there he is. chris. standing beside another man seb doesnt recognise but cant care about because look. chris has decided apparently that he wants to torment sebastian by showing up wearing one of his signature tight shirts. it stretches across his chest perfectly, squeezing at the meat of his biceps and making them bulge obscenely out of the sleeves. seb cant stop staring, even as he excuses himself to get through the crowd of people blocking his path to chris.

he gravitates towards the older man, not stopping until they’re within touching distance and even then, sebastian is unable to stop staring at the sharp cut of chris’ jaw and the way his eyes crinkle when he smiles. a few seconds go by until chris notices hes there, and he turns to sebastian with such warmth in his eyes that seb isnt sure what to do with himself.

“seb! you made it,” he says, that low voice of his washing over sebastian as he nods and allows chris to get in his space, “im so glad to see you.”

its been a while since they last saw each other in person, and yet the pavlovian response sebs body has to even the slightest bit of praise from chris comes back in full force. he smiles widely, a deep blush coloring his cheeks when chris places a large hand on the small of his back. the touch makes sebastian shiver and he hangs on to whatever chris is saying, introducing seb to the other man even though his name goes in one ear and out of the other. sebastians brain is too busy trying not to melt out of his ears as chris slides his hand across to his hip and then lower down his back.

“you guys havent met before, have you?” chris is saying, and sebastian shakes his head, subconsciously leaning into the touch he has missed for the better part of a year (since they filmed ghosted together). the thrill of knowing the things he used to let chris do to him behind closed doors is making sebs head feel foggy as he tries his best to engage in the conversation. fortunately, chris does most of the talking for him, another thing seb appreciates because it just goes to show how well chris really knows him.

until everyone is told to take their seats, chris doesnt remove his hand from sebastians back and it drives him crazy. the fleeting touch would be innocent if not for the past nights that had started with a polite hand on sebs back and ended with one fisted in his hair. and it doesnt help sebastian to relax when chris keeps stealing in depth glances at him out of the corner of his eye - it only serves to make seb want to meet that gaze in the hopes that its as hungry as he remembers it to be.

chris leads him towards their chairs when the conversation ends. they sit down, an empty chair labelled ‘chris pratt’ placed between their seats. chris takes the time to lean over and catch sebs attention.

“you cut your hair,” he murmurs into sebastians ear, “i like it.”

“thank you, chris,” seb replies, ever polite just how chris taught him, blushing furiously under the praise. he wants too many things at once - for chris to reach out and touch him, anywhere or everywhere, sebastian doesnt care.

“you’re welcome, sweetheart,” says chris, and the nickname makes sebs stomach flip, “though, it is a lot shorter than it used to be. less to pull on, in my opinion.”

sebastian couldnt feel more cornered if he tried, despite being in the middle of a crowd of actors who all have no ided what is manifesting between him and chris in this moment. sebastian blinks and suddenly, another man is taking up the space between him and chris; chris pratt. he grins at the two of them and strikes up and comversation with sebastian’s chris. seb inwardly grumbles but is partially grateful for the interruption - he isnt sure what he might have done if chris kept looking at him like that. hungry. wanting. like, if he could, he was seconds from leading seb away from the group and pushing him up against a wall somewhere.

inevitably, after another round of photos and festering sexual tension, thats exactly what ends up happening. with the paps having taken all the photos they need and their cameras being put away, chris takes the opportunity to gently nudge sebastian towards a theatre of some kind nearby and into one of the single bathrooms around the corner.

the moment the door locks, neither of them can keep their hands off each other. its been so long without any time alone, months since seb has felt the way chris touches his body like he owns it and makes sebastian ache like he never has before. the two of them are all heavy breathing and sloppy kisses and eager hands, untucking shirts and unbuttoning pants.

its animal, the kind of hunger that latches onto sebastians gut and tugs, making him press chris into the door and line up their bodies so he can get one of chris’ thick thighs between his own and use it to give himself some relief.

“fuck, i missed you, sweetheart,” chris whispers, letting his hands find their way into sebastians hair, “you’ve been on my mind for months.”

“you thought about me?” seb asks breathlessly, not because he doesnt believe chris but because hearing how much chris wanted him might be enough to get him off.

“of course i did,” chris says, pushing his thigh into sebastians erection and eliciting a wanton moan from the younger mans mouth, “ive been waiting to get my hands on you for as long as we’ve been apart. you have no idea the things i want to do to you - you’re the prettiest thing ive ever seen and ive wanted to show you just how much i want you for months.”

chris continues with his sweet words until seb is making embarrassingly pathetic noises into the crook of chris’ neck, biting and licking at it in between gentle whimpers and desperate whines.

“are you close already, baby? are you gonna use me and make yourself come?”

seb nods weakly, his breath catching in his throat as he grinds against chris’ thigh with irregular movements and chases his pleasure.

“make a mess for me, sweetheart, thats a good boy…”

chris’ encouragement is what does seb in, in the end. he comes in his fucking underwear like a teenager, pressing his fingers into every part of chris’ body that he can reach and pulling him in as closely as he can.

when this is over, theyll talk some more, maybe arrange to get coffee together since theyre both currently in the same city. chris will invite sebastian over to his hotel and seb will pretend he isnt vibrating at the prospect of having an actual bed for chris to take him apart on. but in the meantime, seb needs to calm down, get his legs working again, and tell chris just how much he enjoyed this.

oh. and figure out a way to clean up his pants…

- ok thanks for reading this mess i just let the thoughts flow and they would not stop😅

related to pictures from Chris and Seb being together at the Hollywood Wa/k Of Fame ceremony for kevin Feige

Yeah! If I couldn't've been there, then I'm so fucking glad we got so much footage and so many angles of it! Every single one makes me stare at my phone like an idiot.

The "not-so-slick" touches... yeah 😮‍💨😮‍💨 we all KNOW that Chris being handsy makes poor Sebastian feel some kind of way.

(No! Do not apologize!! I am always here for the length 😏)

Exactly! The tight shirt! Evans, HOW COULD YOU. I love this description of Chris, too 🤤🤤 Anyone would stop dead in their tracks, no matter the amount of famous foot traffic behind them, lol

"Touching distance" is so visceral!! I love!

The sweetness of Chris underlaid with Seb's trained response to it 😏 I love it and the casual possessive touching, too. Get it, Seb! Let that name go in one ear and out the other 💀💀

The lean in! The fogginess!! Yes!

"until everyone is told to take their seats, chris doesnt remove his hand from sebastians back and it drives him crazy. the fleeting touch would be innocent if not for the past nights that had started with a polite hand on sebs back and ended with one fisted in his hair. and it doesnt help sebastian to relax when chris keeps stealing in depth glances at him out of the corner of his eye - it only serves to make seb want to meet that gaze in the hopes that its as hungry as he remembers it to be."

That whole fucking paragraph. Just. Yeah. 😮‍💨🥴

The way Chris taught him? 👀 Oh? I would like to know more?

Cock block Pratt, how dare he, lmao. But Seb's right with that... there would've been shit going down not appropriate for the public if something hadn't stopped them. Oh, if only 😈

YES! GET IT! GET THEM AWAY FROM THOSE CROWDS!

"its animal, the kind of hunger that latches onto sebastians gut and tugs, making him press chris into the door and line up their bodies so he can get one of chris’ thick thighs between his own and use it to give himself some relief."

I. Yeah. Yup. That's hot.

Of course, Seb likes hearing Chris say it 😏

“are you close already, baby? are you gonna use me and make yourself come?”

I. WILL. DIE.

Me and so will Sebastian when he has to do the walk of shame out of that bathroom. Sorry, boys, but I kind of hope the paps get pictures of that, too 👀

In conclusion:

I love this whole fucking scene for them, the mounting tension between them with this whole event as build up, the cutting loose so soon after the event, and the tease at more...

Goddamn.

Thank you for this. I will now read it again and picture more about how they look in that fucking bathroom stall because. Yeah.

[v-ternus]

Im writing something and I cant stop thinking of it. Gill weirdness under the cut in case you want the warning.

(gill on gill? gill scissoring??)

Ok so. Rain and Dew before he became fire.

They’re being freaks like normal, tongues and fingers in places that they never would’ve expected. One of them pulls back, out of breath from greedy lips. Let’s say that the one is Dew, he always loses to Rain, always turns into putty in his hands. He’s almost always the one to pull back because he gets so lost in the way Rain kisses him.

He rests his head over Rain’s shoulder but its such a chore holding himself up, he’s lazy with it. And he shifts just enough that their necks brush up against each other. Satan below it happens. Something in them both explodes in a perfect flame. It makes Rain buck his hips into Dew’s and it knocks Dew further, pressing his fluttering gills even closer to his own.

It’s so wet, almost abnormally wet even for a pair of horny water ghouls.

They abandon all desire for anything else at that point. There’s no more thought about whose dick is going to do what in whose holes. There’s no want for a hungry make out session.

All they want is this— sensitive gills gliding against each other, pressure that feels familiar yet so foreign.

They keep craning their necks pressing their gills together. Their chest are getting slick from how wet they are, they don’t know whose mess is whose. They cant stop moaning and the sounds feel like the best vibration against their gills. It makes them groan even more. It’s a crazy loop to get caught in.

Anyways. I was thinking of weird gill stuff and settled on gill scissoring. Just wanted to share.

[neptunescore]

The way people just suddenly have a collective amnesia of all the the times when the team asked Oscar to let Lando through without a fight is so disappointing. Now fans are just accusing him of not being a good team mate or not thinking of the team. It’s insane. How did Oscar react every time the team asked him to let Lando pass? Did he throw a tantrum? Did he negotiate over the radio? Did he make it hard? No, he literally just followed orders. And everytime this was brought up to them in interviews, what were their answer? Their answer has always been along the lines of “right now it’s not about racing each other. It’s about scoring for the team. It’s about maximizing results. because we dont have the fastest to compete for race wins yet. BUT when we do, that’s when we can race each other for wins.”

And that has always been the position they have taken as a team. Fans are deliberately misconstruing Oscar’s words. Saying that in the interview, Oscar said he wants to win while Lando said he wants 1-2 for the team. So of course that automatically means Oscar is only thinking of himself while Lando is the team player. Like really? You sure about that? You really got all that based on an interview? It’s so strange.

Oscar has never shied away from saying that once they have the car to win races, he’s going to race Lando for wins. That was their goal last year. That was their goal in the beginning of the season. That was what he was counting on when he let Lando through w/o a fight in his home race in Melbourne.

But dont you guys worry, Andrea has just come out and basically say that from now on, team orders prioritizing Lando’s WDC win will be implemented. So Oscar now will come to the remaining 8 races only as an instrument to Lando’s races. And it does not look like Red Bull’s car will get any faster significantly so that’s basically a Lando WDC guarantee. What a happy papaya team.

Honestly yeah, Oscar's always listened to team orders – the amount of times last year he was asked to let lando overtake him is crazy, like if I were a hard-core osc fan I'd be so over mclaren (NOT lando cause it's literally not his fault). Anyway, I don't really know what else to say to you anon, bc from a team perspective rn it does make sense to prioritise lando more. I mean, obv, if oscs qualified much better than him, then they're gonna give oscar more priority, but other than that... yeeaah — their last wdc win was in 2008, I bet they're hungry for it.

I also don't really understand ppl twisting Oscar's words, like leave that man alone. Even if he was saying the shit u think he's saying, he's completely in the right. (I, too, don't care abt landos championship)

ALSO. I HAD NO IDEA ANDREA SAID ANYTHING LIKE THAT??? I mean, glad (im not, but u papaya fans should be🤮😩😔) mclaren finally landed on a proper decision, but I'm acc gonna cry if lando wins the wdc. I'm sorry, I literally hate mclaren, I CAN NOT watch that ugly orange abomination of a team on the top step. I will rip my eyes out and build a better car for max BLIND if it means stopping lando😭.

[heavenlyhischier]

tolerate - jeremy and chandler

WARNINGS: MINORS DNI 18+ CONTENT BELOW THE CUT -> unprotected sex (please don’t do this irl), spitting, fingering, choking, tiny bit of praise kink, they’re both a little bit of a dick to each other

NOTE: this is for my AU and i'm sorry if its sloppy or if it sucks. im a little tired ahah

Chandler knows the Bruins were knocked out of the playoffs. If she hadn’t seen it on her phone, she heard it from the boys on the team. They were disappointed that their local team had been beat out, and they hadn’t shut up about it during their last meeting before summer break. She wanted to reach out to Jeremy; to text him and say how well she thought they played and how she was sorry they got knocked out. However, she decided against it and went home after work with plans of doing nothing but relaxing. 

She heard the slam of his door at around 11:00 p.m. followed by the sound of him presumably throwing his bag against the ground. She could hear the faint sound of his frustrated yelling, but it wasn’t loud enough for his words to be coherent. A part of her felt bad, she knew how frustrated her brother and players were when they lost big games like that. So Chandler found herself doing the last thing she expected herself to do. 

Despite not necessarily liking Jeremy all that much, she still wanted to make sure that he was okay. After she had knocked on the wood frame, she stood in the hall with her hands clasped behind her back as her mind ran crazy with ideas of what she was going to say. The two of them were far from friends, and she didn’t know all that much about him, but she at least thought she’d try.

“What do you want,” He snapped as he threw his door open, his face hard and angry.

Chandler’s eyes widened, though she wasn’t all that surprised at his tone. Still, that didn’t mean it didn’t piss her off. “I just came to see if you were okay to be nice, but clearly that was a mistake,” She scoffed, turning on her heels to go back to her own apartment.

“Fuck,” He groans as he carefully grabs her wrist to keep her in place, accidentally pulling her closer to him in the process,  “I’m sorry, Chandler. I’m just frustrated.”

“That doesn’t give you the right to be an asshole,” She quirked her brow, her eyes narrowing on his face as she tries to ignore their proximity. 

It was Jeremy’s turn to look taken back at her harsh tone, his tone playful as his eyes drag across her face, “I thought you came over here to be nice.”

Chandler’s close enough to him that she can see the dark circles underneath his eyes, and she feels herself feel a little deeper for the hockey player in front of her. She knew how hard these guys worked for the opportunity to take it all the way. They busted their asses and isolated themselves from the outside world so their team had the best chance possible. All of that effort only to come up short would be hard on anyone, and he was no exception.

“I came to say I was sorry. About the loss,” She rolls her eyes as the skin underneath his hand burns, her gaze unrelenting from his own, “But I take it back, since you’re an ass.”

Jeremy can’t help but snort at her response, his face slowly inching towards her own as he says, “You’re annoying.”

Chandler finds her moving closer to him, so close that see the way the colors mesh in his irises and his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows. She wasn’t blind, she knew Jeremy was an attractive man, but she’d done so well in not falling to his feet like she’s sure so many others had before. However now, she was finding it difficult to push her underlying desires beneath the surface with her face millimeters from his own.

“You’re irritating,” She whispers.

It wasn’t a second later that he hurriedly closed the gap between them, slamming his lips on hers. The moment she kisses him back, he’s pulling her inside of his apartment and pushing the door shut so he can push her up against it. Chandler’s mouth moves against him with a hungry, desperate urge that leaves her breathless.

Her arms are looped behind his neck as she pulls him closer into her, his hands roaming the curves of her hips until they splay across the lower part of her ass. He moves them down, gently squeezing the back of her thighs and Chandler’s quick to get the silent hint as she lets him lift her so she can wrap her legs around his waist.

As he walks her back to his room, Chandler begins kissing down his jaw until she attaches her lips to the skin where it meets his neck. He lets out a quiet groan when her teeth scrape against the flesh, his cock straining in his pants as she presses her tongue against the spot her mouth previously occupied. When he kicks his bedroom door open, he’s quick to reconnect their lips while he lays her against his mattress.

Her hands slip down to the hem of his shirt, anxiously tugging on the fabric before she begins to pull it up. Jeremy’s pulling away from her to finish the job, tossing his shirt somewhere to the side before he helps Chandler get rid of her own. He pauses above her when she’s shirtless beneath him, his eyes darkening as he drank in all that he could see.

He couldn’t help but admire how small she looked underneath him. Her 5’3 stature a great contrast to his 6’2 one, and he’d be lying if it didn’t make him even harder. He was almost afraid that he’d break her, but he knew Chandler well enough to know she could take it. Her constant loud mouth told him that.

“You gonna stare at me or are you gonna actually do something,” She taunted, her own eyes lingering on the toned muscles of his chest and abdomen. 

“Can’t go five minutes without opening your mouth, can you,” He chuckles as he hovers over Chandler, his chest pressed against her own and his lips ghosting over her neck.

“I’d be glad to show you what my mouth can really do,” Her breathing stutters as he licks a strip up her neck.

Those words send an electric shock to his nerves, his teeth sinking down into the sensitive skin as he presses his bulge against her thigh. A quiet whimper passes through Chandler’s lips as the sting from the pressure on her neck morphs into something pleasurable and dizzying. She’s grasping at his back as he repeats the same notion all across the expanse of her neck, even down to her chest. She knows that he’s marking her, but she can’t bring herself to care.

“Swayman, either you fuck me or I go back to my apartment and do it myse–”

He cuts her off by placing a large hand over her mouth, shaking his head in amusement when he watches her eyes widen in surprise. His eyes dart down to the already bruising skin, and he can’t stop the slight sense of pride from swelling in his chest. His tongue swipes across his lips as he maneuvers his hand off her mouth until her jaw is in his palm and his thumb is running over her lips.

“You wouldn’t be able to do what I’m about to do to you, baby,” He smirks, gently pulling her bottom lip down with the pad of his finger, “You think you can handle it?”

“I think I can handle a lot more than you think,” Chandler breathes out, “Maybe more than you can give.”

Jeremy’s eyes narrow on her face, his grip on her jaw tightening as he forces her mouth to drop open. Chandler bends to him, waiting with excitement swimming in her eyes as he lets a trail of spit fall onto her tongue. He loosens her grip and she doesn’t need to be told to close her mouth. He tilts his head in silent approval before he’s dropping his hand.

He moves off of her, stepping off his bed to step out of his pants as she props herself up on her forearms, her eyes widening when his cock springs free. Truthfully, she expected the length, not that she’d thought about it before, but the thickness made her core throb just at the sight. He was big and she’s not sure how she’s going to take all of him, but she wasn’t going to back out.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be easy,” He smugly says as he kneels on the bed.

“Don’t,” She rushes out, “I don’t want you to.”

He raises his eyebrows at her eagerness, his fingers looping into the waistband of her shorts, sliding the material down her legs. He discards them somewhere in his room, his hands grasping the sides of her thighs while he leaves a trail of open mouthed kisses to the inside of them. Chandler throws her head back, pushing it into the pillow when she feels his warm breath hit her pussy.

“Jeremy,” She moans, her fingers carding through his hair and roughly pulling on the strands, “I appreciate the thought, but I need you to fuck me. Now.”

Without warning, he’s pressing his tongue flat and licking a stripe between her folds, sending a jolt to her nerves when he brushes against her clit. His laughter vibrates against her, making Chandler whimper in desperation. If she thought too much about it, she’d be a little embarrassed at how easily she folded and bent to his will, but that seemed like a problem for later. Now, all she could think about was how he feels inside of her.

“Be patient,” He chastises as he pushes himself up so his face is hovering over her own, his hand now tracing her inner thighs, “Gotta prepare you first. Don’t wanna hurt you.”

“I can take it,” She pleads as his fingers tease her entrance, “Please. I promise I’ll be fine.”

“You know,” He starts as he pushes his middle finger inside of her, “I like it much better when you’re begging instead of bitching.”

“Yeah,” Her voice breaks off into a moan, “I like you much better when you’re being useful and not annoying.”

Her words make him break out into a mischievous smile as he watches her eyes screw shut, his finger working in and out of her. Her walls stretch around his thick fingers, and it’s only when her face begins to slip back into a more lax state that he carefully adds a second finger. Chandler’s hands fly to his back, searching the planes of muscles until she gets a good enough hold as her desperate pants fill the room.

“You think you’re ready, pretty girl,” He asks, tone a mixture of sincerity and triumph.

“Yes,” She nods, her eyes opening to meet his own.

He removes his fingers from her center, her walls clenching around the empty feeling as he brings them up to her mouth. She lets him slide them into her mouth with no complaints, her tongue swirling around the digits as she maintains his gaze. He pulls them out of her mouth, a trail of saliva stringing between them before he slams his lips against hers.

Chandler feels him lining himself up with her entrance, her mouth working against his own in a teeth clashing and messy kiss. He slowly pushes into her, her fingers digging crescent shaped marks into his back as she hisses in slight discomfort. He’s pulling his face away from her, his eyes concerned as he watches her face twist in pain.

“Are you okay,” He worriedly asks, brows slightly furrowing.

“I’m okay,” She says, voice trembling, “It’s okay. Keep going.”

He goes until he physically can’t anymore, filling her up entirely, and she’s wincing as the sharp pain between her legs steadily dulls. The way her walls are clenching around his cock causes small grunts to fall from his lips, and he drops his head to her shoulder as he waits. He can’t stop himself from biting and sucking at the skin of her collarbone, wanting to markup the untouched skin he missed only minutes ago.

“You can move,” Chandler finally manages to get out, “Do not be all sweet and gentle. Fuck me like you mean it.”

That was all the confirmation he needed before he’s nearly pulling all the way out of her, his hips roughly snapping against her own. Chandler lets out a string of curse words as he slams into her, the sound of their skin meeting bouncing off the walls of his bedroom. Her nails are scraping down his back, and he’s grateful that at least he won’t have to change around the guys anytime soon and endure any teasing from the marks she’s leaving on his back.

“Fuck, baby,” He grunts into her ear, “You’re doing such a good job, taking me so well.”

The way Jeremy is hitting into Chandler leaves her mind foggy, the only thing she can think about is the way he feels inside of her. All she can think about is him and the way she’s never been fucked so hard that all she can chant is someones name, or so well that she’s already moments away from reaching her release. 

Jeremy pulls all the way out of her, effortlessly flipping her body over and dragging her hips up into the air. He gives her a second to plant her knees on his bed before he’s driving back inside of her, deeper and harder than he was before. Chandler’s face is buried in his mattress as she grasps his sheets, trying to find anything to ground her to reality. 

“You’re so much easier to tolerate when you can’t stop moaning my name,” He mocks, leaning forward so he can wrap his hand around her throat, “Like hearing your pretty little moans instead of you telling me I’m being too loud.”

Chandler lets his comments slide, letting him pull her head up by her throat as he continues slamming into her from behind. She uses her hands to keep her body up, the coil in her stomach tightening so much that she knows she’s going to be done for soon.

“I’m gon- Oh, fuck,” She cuts herself off as he rams into her g-spot. 

“I know, pretty girl,” He groans, his grip on her throat tightening just enough, “Let go. Cum all my over my cock.”

With the added pressure to her throat, Chandler’s vision blurs and her orgasm is tearing through her body in a white hot, searing heat. Her juices coat his cock as he continues thrusting into her, her moans morphing into desperate pants that mesh with his own. Her walls are clenching around him in a way that makes him see stars, and he quickly pulls all the way out of her before he cums inside of her.

Chandler lets her body fall to his bed as he takes himself in his hands, pumping just a few times before he releases his load all over her backside. Typically, Chandler hated when guys would finish on her back because it rendered her a little helpless until they came and cleaned her up, but for some reason, she didn’t mind when it was Jeremy. 

The world blurs around her for a minute, the only thing that brings her back down to earth is the gentle stroke of his hand on her hair followed by the sound of his voice. She was still barely there, but she’s almost positive that he said something about a towel. Her own thoughts are proven correct not that long after when she feels a warm, damp towel wiping at the liquid on her back. 

“Who knew you were Mr. Aftercare,” Chandler weakly laughed.

“I’m not a total asshole,” He joked, throwing the towel off towards his laundry.

I know, Chandler thought, and that’s what terrified her.

[matthewswifeee]

Truth or Dare

When a game of truth or dare turns into round two for you and Matt...

THIS IS MY FIRST STORY ON HERE LMK IF YALL WANT MORE... . . .

It was a typical night here in Boston for you and your group of friends which consisted of the five of you getting food, watching movies, playing games and having fun silly conversations. Tonight you guys picked some random movie that just came out on Netflix and it was really not good at all.

"This shit is so boring" Chris states and we all agree. "Lets watch something else" Nick suggests picking up the TV remote. "No" Matt says grabbing the remote from Nick and causing a mini argument. "How about we play a game or something" Nate says trying to get the two of them to stop.

"What do yall wanna play" Nick asks looking at Chris, Nate and myself. Chris and I both turn our heads to Nathan since he's the one who suggested we play a game in the first place. "Mmm... truth or dare" Nate says and we all agree. We have a box of truth or dare cards since every time we play we tend to ask each other the same things over and over.

"Nick you start" I say placing the two decks of cards in front of the five of us who are circled around the table. "Truth" he says and Chris picks up the card and reads it. "What is you biggest regret" Chris reads and we all kinds laugh given that that's the first question. "Probably being a triplet" he states jokingly making Matt and Chris bot roll their eyes as Nate and I laugh with Nick. "You're an idiot" Matt says shaking his head at Nick.

"(Y/n) truth or dare" Nate asks. "Dare". "Ok um- oh" Nate says not reading the card aloud. "What" Matt says taking the card out of his hand the he chuckles and reads the card. "Share a spicy photo with the group" Matt reads showing the rest of us the card. I shrug my shoulders and pull out my phone looking for a photo that wasn't to much to show them. I show them a picture of me in a pink lace set then we move on with our game, I mean what's the big deal they see me in a bikini all the time.

We play for a while with some pretty crazy questions coming out of the truth deck with some questionable dares as well.

"Ok ok I pick truth this time" I say trying to get the boys to stop complaining about the fact that I've picked dare this entire time and haven't answered any questions. "What was the best and worst part about losing your virginity" Nick reads off the card, I was a little hesitant at first since the guy I lost it to is sitting directly across the table from me. "Hello" Chris says as I just sit there blank faced.

"Hmm best part was that he made me feel like safe and as comfortable as I could've been.... and worst probably the sex in general but it was also his first time too" I answer and my eyes quickly dart across the table to Matt whos face is a bit red, probably because I just answered that about him. Nate knew about Matt and I hooking up but Chris and Nick had no clue.

We eventually stopped playing truth or dare and all went up into Chris' room to play fortnite. We all were taking turns playing the game with each other and Matt slips out without any of the other boys noticing. I decide that its best if I go and check on him just to make sure he isn't mad about earlier.

"Hey are you ok" I ask stepping into the open door way across the hall from Chris' room. "All good" Matt responds with a light smile. "Can I sit down" I ask and he nods his head so I shut the door and sit down on his bed. "You ok" Matt asks looking up from his phone. "Yea...yea im good, I just um.. I wanted to make sure you weren't upset about what I said earlier" I say trying my best not to make things weird. "Its fine, I know I could make you scream now" He say nonchalantly making my eyes go wide, shocked at the words that just came out of his mouth. "What" he says turning off his phone and tossing it on the bed somewhere as he places his hands on my thighs.

We both lean in and share a long hungry kiss, "Well lets see" I say as Matt pushes me back on to his bed. He quickly gets up and locks the door before hovering over me and reconnecting our lips. He slowly starts to trail rough kisses down my neck to my boobs. He starts lightly sucking on one of my breasts while holding down my hips with his hands and my hands find their way to his dark messy hair.

"M-matt" I moan slightly and feel him smirk against me and start sucking a little harder. "Let's get this off" Matt says before pulling the tight black tank top over my head and tossing it somewhere but keeping my bra on. He hooks his fingers into the waistband of my blue fresh love sweatpants and slides them down then starts rubbing me through my panties.

"Look at you soaked already and I didn't even do anything" he huffs while looking down at me. I look up at him and see nothing but lust in his big blue eyes. He kisses me one more time before moving back between my legs. "I cant wait to taste you again" Matt says as he takes me underwear off and throws the somewhere. He spreads my legs far enough apart to shove his face between them and start licking my pussy. He shakes his head in an attempt to get further in between my legs which makes me arch my back pushing myself closer to him. Unlike the last time Matt ate me out he is so confident in his movements and knows exactly what he doing making me a moaning mess. I continue to moan loudly until Matt pulls away.

"You have to be a good girl and stay quiet unless you want everyone to hear you" he says looking up at me, I try my best to keep quiet but I literally can not I've never felt this good before. "That's it" Matt says as he pulls away away from my heat. "Get up" he says helping me stand before pushing me on to the edge of the bed on all fours. "Since you cant shut the fuck up" Matt says grabbing a pillow and putting in beneath my head. "Ass up" he says making me arch my back and he pushes my face into the pillow as he slowly slides into me.

He begins to slowly thrust into me with his hands gripping my waist. With every thrust and starts going faster and faster hitting my g-spot every single time causing me to moan in extreme pleasure. He grabs a handful of my hair pulling me toward him so that now my back is almost resting on the front of his body, he then wraps his other arm around me and starts rubbing my clit. "Fuck Matt" I continue to moan loudly. "I-I'm I'm gonna cum" I yell barely getting out the words. "Not yet baby" Matt grunts in my ear.

He then flips me over and pushes me onto the bed on my back before lining himself up at my entrance and quickly thrusting back into me feeling even better then before. "Fuck (y/n) you feel so good" he moans in my ear making me want to cum even more. "Look at me" Matt says pressing his forehead against mine and looking into my eyes as I continue to almost scream underneath of him. "Cum all over my dick" he says giving me permission. "OHHH MATT" I moan loudly. "Come on baby cum for me" he says pressing down on my lower stomach making me finish feeling different then I ever have before. He thrusts a few more times making my entire body shake from how overstimulated I am. He continues to stare into my eyes before I hear him let out a loud moan and I feel him fill me up with his cum.

"Well you definitely weren't screaming my name last time" He says out of breath. "And you definitely didn't sound like that last time" I say covering myself with the blanket on his unmade bed. "Didn't know you were a squirter.. that wat hot" he says pulling my leg over top of his naked torso as I feel my cheeks heat up." You were so good (y/n)" Matt says as I lay my head on his chest.

Next Morning**

I wake up still naked in Matt's bed cuddled up with him, I grab my phone to look at the time and see that its almost 2pm. "Matt wake up" I say shaking him a bit before I see his eyes open. "Its the middle of the day" I say as he rubs his eyes. I get up and find all the my clothes then I get dressed and wait for Matt to get dressed before going downstairs with him.

"Yall really couldn't shut the fuck up last night" Chris says and I feel nothing but embarrassment knowing that they all heard me literally screaming Matt's name. "Had to redeem myself" Matt says shrugging his shoulders and opening the refrigerator.

[effluviumz]

𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 - 𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗧 𝗦𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗢𝗟𝗢

𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬 : matt comes home from a car video with his brothers and wants to tease y/n and make her blush.

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 : pet names , kissing , fluff!

“hey baby” matt says as he walks in the house with nick and chris behind him.

“hi love! how was the video?” i say looking up from my phone looking at my boyfriend smiling

“it was okay i miss you so much it was a bunch of chaos” he says sitting down next to me laying his head on my lap

i smile looking down at him while running my hands through his soft fluffy hair admiring his face “what video isnt chaos? you guys are like always yelling!” i say giggling while thinking about there daily yelling at each other

“your right but its chris fault!” he says defending himself “i heard that” chris saying upstairs walking to his room closing the door a “oopsies” escapes matts mouth while looking upstairs

i let out a small laugh “you know your gorgeous right?” matt says and i stop laughing “i….” i start to speak off but cutt of not knowing what to say “you okay love?” he says knowing im speechless so i look away

“hey… look at me okay?” he says getting up and grabbing my chin softly to makes me look at him blush starts forming on my checks as he makes me look at him “matt…” i say not knowing what to say “you okay baby?, you look like a tamato!” he says teasing me while laughing

“your actually not funny” i say blushing even more while his hand is still connected to my chin “what? im just saying your gorgeous baby” he says moving his hand looking at me in the eyes “im not and stop looking at me like that!” i say trying not to fold at the way he looks at me

“whats wrong? i cant call my girlfriend gorgeous now, beacuse you truly are mama” he says softly smiling at me “matt you are driving me crazy! stop this” i say smiling and blushing like crazy “how so?” he says smirking at me “okay your actually not funny” i say getting up and avoiding the question

“where you going” he says laughing walking right behind me “im hungry” i say walking towards the kitchen “you hungry baby?” i say grabbing pasta

𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘 𝗦𝗞𝗜𝗣

matt had his arms around my waist while i mixed the pasta “baby why are you extra clingy today?” i say continuing to stire the pasta “your comfy and i just love you” he says dragging on the E “i finished the food are you hungry?” i say putting some pasta in a bowl “just a little” he says sitting down “okay here baby” i say putting a bowl infront of matt

“thank you ma” he says eating the food fast i smile eating my own fast “im done…” he says and i look over to see his food fully gone “you ate fast!” i say giggling abit “im tired” he says getting up walking back to the couch “what time is it anyway?” i say cleaning the dishes “its 10pm babe” he says placing his phone down “it got late fast” i say walking over to the couch “come here” matt says reaching his arms out

i wrap my arms around his torso sitting on his lap snuggling into him “i love you” matt says but its muffled because his face is snuggled in my neck slowly falling asleep i reach behind him and grabbing a blanket and rapping it around us “i love you too pretty boy” i say massaging his head as he fell asleep.

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side note — : so sorry guys! english isnt my first language :)) , hope you enjoyed tho!