#seven ways we lie edit

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the re-do | m.s. |

matt sturniolo x fem!reader

summary: y/n participates in the triplets' "dirty q&a" video, where she accidentally infers that her experience losing her virginity to matt back in high school had been mediocre. instead of taking offence, matt makes it his mission to show her just how much he has improved since then.

warnings: SMUT; established friendship; m/f oral; unprotected p in v; dirty talk; 18+

notes: hi guys! this is my first ever one shot so pls be gentle with me (i'm genuinely so terrified to post this). it has absolutely NOT been proof read forgive me, but i hope you all enjoy <333

“Guys why am I actually nervous to film this?” Nick proclaimed from his place in the backseat of the car beside me. “No I am genuinely so scared right now.” Replied Chris from the seat in front of me as he began passing out our respective orders from McDonalds.

“We can’t act nervous or else the fans are gonna go even crazier than they already will.” Added Nick as Matt adjusted the camera on the dash. “You’re sure you’re gonna be able to handle the inevitable shit talking that’s gonna come from all this?” Matt asked as he turned to face me in the back. I took a deep breath but nodded. “The more they see me the more desensitized they’ll be. They’ll have to eventually get over it.”

As one of the triplet’s closest girl friends, I had been on the receiving end of a fair amount of hate from their fangirls on the internet. Because I had known them since elementary school, I had been a part of many of their earlier videos when their fans had still been pretty chill about our friendship. But over the past year, a new wave of younger fans had found the videos and had made it their life mission to publicly bash me any chance that they could. It became too much when, a few months ago, one of them decided to spread a rumour that Chris and I had slept together based on nothing other than strategically edited clips of us smiling at each other. It was then that the guys and I had made the decision to keep me as out of the public eye as possible.

However, the guys had sat me down last week to explain how fed up they were with how restricted they felt they had been in their content. They wanted to make an attempt at reclaiming a fandom built primarily of viewers closer to our age, and they thought that the best way to try that was to ignore the petty complaints and make content that they wanted to make. So, since I had been staying with them in Los Angeles for the month, I had agreed to not only be in one of their regular videos, but I had agreed to be in their ‘dirty q&a’ video. I couldn’t lie, I was a bit nervous, but mostly I was excited that my friends were finally confident enough to make videos with more extreme topics.

“Alright guys, ya’ll ready?” Chris asked, intaking a sharp breath while his hand hovered over the record button on the camera. We all responded with a falsely enthusiastic “ready!”, and the camera was turned on.

“Alright, first question,” Nick began after his long-winded introduction filled with disclaimers and explanations for their change in content. “How many people have you slept with?” Already with the first question, it was obvious that the guys were tentative about answering. “Bro I don’t know, next question.” Chris responded, rubbing his eyes with the heel of his hands. “What do you mean by ‘I don’t know’ Chris?” Asked Matt tauntingly. “I mean I haven’t fucking kept track of everyone I’ve slept with.” He responded bluntly, before realizing how bad that had sounded. We all, however, erupted into laughter immediately. “Okay okay it’s not that bad guys I swear, I just have a bad memory is all.” He attempted to remedy his previous answer, but all three of us continued to laugh.

“Matt, how about you?” Asked Nick, to which Matt simply held up five fingers to the camera. “Same with me.” Nick agreed before turning to me. “Y/n? Spill it.” I rolled my eyes before answering truthfully. “Seven.” I shrugged, and I caught Matt’s smiley eyes through the rear view mirror.

“Alright next question is…” Chris was scrolling through the responses to their Instagram threads. “How old were you when you lost your virginity?”

“Sixteen” We all responded in unison, and immediately buckled over in laughter. “Not all at once though ya’ll.” Nick explained through his laughter, while mine and Matt’s eyes flew open and Chris’ laugh turned into hysterics. “Well…” Chris began before he was cut short by the three of us telling him to shut up. “I’m definitely gonna have to cut that one out. Sorry you two fools, I kind of set him up there.” Nick rolled his eyes as he looked between Matt and I.

Ironically enough, the fans had been half right in their rumour about Chris and I sleeping together. I had slept with one of the triplets before, but it wasn’t Chris.

When we were sixteen, Matt and I had decided that we wanted to lose our virginities to each other. It had been a no-strings-attached decision, and our friendship thankfully never wavered after it was done. Both Nick and Chris had already lost theirs that same year, and we had both just kind of wanted to get it over with. Obviously, this piece of information was known only by Matt and I, and of course Chris and Nick since they had barged into the room while we were in bed together. Even though the vindictive side of me would love to have the fans know this piece of information and shatter their dreams, I knew that the fallout would be an absolute nightmare.

“Okay let’s see…” I had been handed Nick’s phone to choose a question to answer and was scrolling through my options. “Here’s a simple one. Favourite position? Mine’s speed bump for sure.” I placed the phone down, satisfied with my confident answer, only to be met with multiple pairs of confused eyes. “I beg your pardon? The fuck is speed bump?” Asked Nick as he took his phone back. “The one where you’re kinda just lying flat on your stomach with the guy behind you. Trust me it’s chef’s kiss.” I responded simply. Chris’ facial expression turned from confusion to one of understanding. “Ohhh yeah that’s a good one.” He replied as he dapped me up. “Great, gonna have to edit that out too unless you want the rumours to get really bad again.” Nick said as he rolled his eyes. “Shit, sorry Nick.” Chris said, giggling slightly.

“Let’s just move on.” Matt said as he began scrolling on his own phone. “Best and worst sexual experiences.” He read off of his screen. There was a moment of silence while we all thought of our answers. “I had a girl throw up on my dick once. The problem is I don’t know if that makes it the worst or the best though.” Said Chris, earning a loud groan from each of us. “You’re sick.” Replied Matt, giving his brother a disgusted look.

“I mean I guess the worst sex would probably be my first time right? Like that makes sense right?” Asked Nick in an attempt to steer the conversation away from Chris’ confession, to which I nodded in agreed response without thinking. I caught Matt’s eyes in the rearview mirror again, this time seeing them filled with a pleading expression. Realizing what I had done, I silently prayed to the universe that my action would go unnoticed by the others. Unfortunately and unsurprisingly, my head nod didn’t make it past Chris, which was made incredibly clear when he mumbled to Nick behind his hand that was hiding his smiling mouth from the camera.

“Did you see that?” He asked, and Nick looked confused so he continued, “Y/n agreed with you about her first time.” He managed to get out before erupting into laughter at the expense of his brother. Matt threw his hands up in the air once Nick joined Chris in his giggling, and I winced from my place in the backseat; also mouthing an apology to Matt’s reflection in the mirror.

“Bro come on it was my first time! I guarantee you were trash your first time too.” Matt said in an attempt to repair his ego as he threw his empty cup at Chris. “Maybe so, but I don’t have the girl who I lost it to here in the car to confirm it.” Chris snarked back, playfully nudging Matt’s shoulder. “We all gotta start somewhere dude.” He added when Matt didn’t respond. As Nick continued choking on his own laughter, Matt crossed his arms and stared out the window, very clearly wishing he was anywhere but there in that moment.

“Okay okay,” Nick began catching his breath. “We need to cool it because 90% of that what we just filmed is completely unusable. Let’s please just try to make it through this video without exposing Matt and Y/n’s bumpy sexual history again.” He pleaded as he began scrolling through his phone to find new questions.

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“God, that was rough.” Said Chris as we all climbed out of the parked car. We had finally finished the video. It took us an hour to film, and would still be edited down to just twenty minutes of content where we weren’t exposing big secrets or directly fuelling past rumours.

“At least it’s done. It might be a while before I ever want to do that again.” Nick responded as he opened the garage door leading into their house. “Agreed.” Added Matt from behind me as we climbed the stairs to the main level. We all walked over to the fridge to grab drinks, as if the beverages would clean our dirty mouths.

“Alright,” Chris began after a hefty chug from his Pepsi, “I’m going to my room. Matt, Nick, get on Fortnite with me.” He began descending the stairs. “I’ll get on once I shower Chris. I have a desperate need to scrub this FILTH off of my body.” Replied Nick, and he began walking towards the stairs leading to his bedroom. “Y/n, come upstairs whenever you want to go to sleep and I’ll get off the game.” He called over his shoulder as he disappeared at the top of the stairs.

Matt and I were left alone in the kitchen, him sitting at the table and me sitting on top of the counter in between the stove and the fridge. Swinging my legs carelessly, I decided to break the silence first. “I’m really sorry about all of that in the car Matt. I didn’t mean it.” He looked up at me and chuckled. “Yes you did, and it’s not a big deal. I know I wasn’t great back then.” He responded before taking a drink from his can. I smiled softly at his response but decided to leave it be. There was no use in trying to deny it. The sex was just boring, short, and awkward; the way that most first times are. At least he didn’t take any offence to it.

“You know,” He began after a few moments of silence, his eyes shooting to mine as he stood up from his place at the kitchen table. “I’ve gotten much better.” A playful smirk travelled to his lips as he began walking towards my frozen figure on the counter. He stopped just a few short centimetres away from me, so close that I could reach out and touch any part of him that I wanted. I couldn’t tell if he was fucking with me, until I felt his early signs of arousal press lightly against my knee.

My throat was dry, and I felt like a deer in headlights. Even though Matt and I had slept together when we were younger, the dynamic was much different than now. The proposition came about awkwardly, and we were a fumbling mess with very little understanding of how it felt to be aroused. But in this moment, I was very very aroused just from this conversation.

In my silence, he placed a firm hand on my hip, rubbing his thumb across it gently. “I can do just about anything. Just let me know how you want it and I can give it to you.” My stomach did a somersault at his words, and I felt my panties dampen. He used his free hand to push my legs apart so that he could stand in between them, and my limp hands subconsciously moved up to grab onto his shoulders. At the first sign of my willingness, Matt quickly leaned forward and peppered soft, teasingly slow kisses along my neck. His lips travelled up to my ear, where he bit the lobe playfully before whispering, “Well, tell me. How do you want me Y/n?”

His words caused me to clench on nothing and I nearly moaned from the anticipation. With him still waiting on my response I whispered back, “You can do anything you want to me, Matty.”

Without missing a beat, he attacked my lips with his own and I melted from the immediate relief. I moved my hands from his shoulders up to the base of his head, and as his tongue danced along with mine I pulled gently at his messy hair; my own mouth filling with a moan falling from his lips. His right hand traveled up my grey hoodie to find that I had nothing on underneath, and he lightly brushed the bottom of my left tit with his thumb. Suddenly his hands moved from under my shirt and gripped my ass as he effortlessly lifted me off the counter and into his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he stumbled towards his bedroom.

Once inside the undisturbed room, he placed me down on his desk, my ass hitting the mouse and causing the computer to turn on; casting a light on the otherwise dark room. He wasted no time in removing my hoodie, leaning me back slightly so he could easily twirl his tongue along each nipple. I hummed in pleasure from the warm, wet sensation of his mouth connecting to my skin, and brought my hand down in between our bodies to softly run my hand up and down his clothed hardness. After a few moments, he pushed my hand away and dropped to his knees in between my legs.

Pulling my grey sweats off my body and pushing my thong to the side in one quick motion, Matt took a moment to relish in my swollen, dripping hole. “I don’t remember you being this wet for me last time.” He smirked as he looked up at me with blown out pupils. “Let’s see if you taste the same.” My eyes rolled to the back of my head at his filthy words, and a moan slipped from between my lips as his mouth made sloppy contact with my sensitive bud. I subconsciously grabbed onto the back of his head, suffocating him with my heat as he continued to suck and kiss my clit. As his tongue worked on my nerves, he released a guttural moan that vibrated against my heat, causing my back to arch at the intense feeling.

When we had done this all of those years before, Matt’s movements were lacking in confidence. He had fumbled around my clit blindly, and had ate me out cautiously as if he was afraid of hurting me. Now, this Matt had clearly gained experience, as my stomach was already beginning to fill with the familiar pressure from the build up of an orgasm once I watched him find all of my most sensitive spots; his eyes blissfully closed.

Suddenly, he pulled his mouth away from my heat and I groaned at the loss of contact. He straightened his body back up to my level and brought his face so close to mine that our noses were touching. “Kiss me. I want you to know how good you taste.” He whispered through his glistening bright red lips. More on fire than I had ever been in my life, I immediately attached my open mouth to his, moaning at the distinct taste of my sweet arousal on his tongue. As we deepened the kiss, his fingers found my heat and he ran two of them up and down my folds to collect my wetness before slamming them into my cunt; finding my spongey g-spot on the first pump with his curled fingers.

My head rolled back, lost in the euphoric feeling of his fingers filling me up, and he watched my facial expressions intently as the wet sounds of my upcoming orgasm filled the space between us. “Holy fuck, Matt.” I slurred, my voice coming out choppy as his fingers continued to relentlessly pound into me; never losing contact with that one spot that drove me crazy. “I-I’m gonna-” I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling the very beginning of my orgasm roll over my body.

Suddenly, all of his movements stopped and my eyes shot open out of frustration. In the time since my eyes had screwed shut, his own had darkened in arousal. My body trembled from the sudden halt in its pleasure, and he smirked at me. “You want to cum, sweetheart?” He asked, his kind words a harsh paradox to his sinister expression. Still, I nodded eagerly to which he pulled his fingers out of me completely before leaning up and placing his wet mouth right against my ear.

“You’re gonna fucking wait for me.”

I attempted to squeeze my legs together to take some pressure off of my throbbing, unsatisfied core as his vulgar words scrambled my brain, before he pulled me off the desk and pushed my head down so that I was now the one on my knees. Confused, I looked up to find him gazing down at me. He gestured towards his clothed member. “Go ahead.” I grinned slyly.

My turn.

I had made an attempt at giving him head the first time we had sex. Just like him, I had struggled with confidence due to the sole fact that I had no clue what I was doing. Since then, I had had plenty of practice, and I was excited to now be the one to show him my improvements.

I grabbed onto the waist band of his pyjama pants and pulled them down to his knees. With only his tight red boxer shorts covering it now, the outline of his thick cock and the small wet spot at its tip from his pre-cum made my mouth water. I brought my mouth up to the skin on his lower stomach, right above the Calvin Klein logo on his boxers, and began peppering excruciatingly slow kisses along the light sprinkling of hair there. I glanced up at him through my eyelashes to find him peering down at me with curious lust, his mouth open slightly and his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.

After a short while, I grabbed his boxers and pulled them down to meet his pants at his knees. His hardened cock smacked his stomach on its release from the tight material, where it left a wet patch from his pre-cum. Grabbing it with my left hand, I collected a pool of saliva in my mouth and stared up at him as I let it all drip down his swollen member. After pumping my hand for a few strokes, I placed only the tip in my mouth as I watched his eyes dilate. I swirled my tongue teasingly along the swollen tip, tasting the the saltiness of his fluid. Eventually, I began pumping my hand up and down his shaft in rhythm with my head bobbing along the top half of his cock. He shifted on his feet at the new sensation and let his head fall back. I kept my pace agonizingly lazy, knowing that it would drive him crazy.

With my tongue, I licked a strip from the base of his ball sack, up his shaft, and to his tip, earning a hushed whimper from his lethargic mouth before he grabbed my hair and shifted his hips. Looking down at me and holding my head firmly in place, he began thrusting his hips as he kept me still. He started slow, but when he realized that I could take more his pace began to pick up and his cock began to hit deep in my throat. I looked up at him through my tear-filled eyes, and saliva began to drip down my chin. “Fuck you look so good with my cock in your mouth.” He grunted out through each thrust. I lifted my hand to cup his balls, giving them gentle squeezes that seemed to send him towards his climax.

As a moan fell from his lips, he pulled my head back so that his dripping cock sprung free before he got the chance to fill my mouth with his cum. He stood there for a moment with his eyes closed taking deep breaths as if he was fighting the urge to finish right then, before he opened his eyes and gazed down at me. “Get on the bed.”

I pulled myself up off the ground and, on shaky legs, walked over to his bed with him following close behind. Once I reached the edge of the bed he stopped me, turning me around to face him and pushing me down so I would sit. “Put your feet on the bed and pull your knees up to your chest.” He commanded, and I did as I was told, albeit I was a bit confused. “Good girl.” He praised me as he pulled me right up to the edge of the bed before pushing my legs further apart.

Placing one of his knees on the bed beside me, he lined his cock up with my entrance; rubbing it tantalizingly along my wetness. Placing one arm around my waist to brace my body, he slowly pushed his cock inside of me right there on the edge of the bed. His trusts were slow but harsh, and the position he had placed us in made it so that my cervix was barrelled into each time his hips met mine. He placed his sweat-coated forehead against my collar bone and released small breathless grunts with each deep thrust. “So fucking good Matt. Oh god.” I whined as his pace began to increase in speed. He planted his teeth into my shoulder as we fell back onto the bed; his body now completely on top of mine as he continued to drive into me.

He lifted his head and looked fixedly at my fucked out face, his eyes glossed over in erotic pleasure. With this visual, I was brought back to the first time we had fucked, in a position so similar to this one. His rhythm was slower and much more tentative, and we were both certainly much less pleasing to the other, but still I suddenly got hit with a wave of recognition in how much we had both grown since then.

I was pulled out of my trance by Matt’s commanding voice. “Move back real quick and get on your stomach.” I did as I was told, feeling the emptiness that came from his dick sliding out of my soaking wet pussy. Assuming he wanted me in doggy, I got on my knees and arched my back; my head and shoulders pressed firmly against the soft mattress. I felt the bed move as he climbed on all the way, and in a moment of animalistic desperation I pushed my needy cunt subconsciously back to meet heat of his cock.

“No.” He stated simply, his veiny hands massaging my ass. Confused, I looked over my shoulder as I waited for him to explain. He had an ominous smile as he moved his gaze from my fully exposed cunt to my face. “I wanna see if your favourite position is really worth the hype.” He used his hands on my ass to push it down flat to the bed before adjusting himself so that he could line up correctly. Still looking over my shoulder with glazed eyes, I watched his expression as his cock sunk into my core once again. His jaw was clenched tightly and his eyelashes fluttered slightly from the new sensation that the position gave him as he bottomed out. “Oh fuck.” His eyes were fully shut now as he stayed still for a moment. Small beads of sweat traveled down his stomach as I took in the beauty of the man who was making me feel so so good.

Getting turned on even more just from Matt’s visual pleasure, my walls clenched subconsciously and I whined, “Please keep going Matty.” His eyes snapped open and landed on mine, before he leaned forward — one hand beside my head and the other planted firmly to the small of my back — and began pounding into me relentlessly.

The depth of this position allowed me to feel every inch of his cock, and it became impossible to keep the moans and strings of profanity from escaping my lips. This seemed to be the case for Matt too, as over the sounds of my own moans and the wet sounds of our bodies connecting, I could hear the gruff throaty moans of his own pleasure. “Fuck. You’re so fucking tight Y/n.” Even though I was aware that we were both making far too much noise that Chris and Nick would definitely hear, I couldn’t get myself to bring it to Matt’s attention, as the animalistic vocalization of his indulgence was bringing me closer and closer to my climax.

“I-I need to cum Matty.” I managed to vocalize as my nerves began to unravel. “Hold it. Want you to cum with me.” He responded, leaning even further forward so that his body was practically lying on top of mine. He took a free hand and wrapped it around my throat, lightly squeezing the sides as my pleasure became dangerously close to bubbling over.

“P-Please cum for me. I can’t hold it anymore.” I begged, digging my nails into his silk bedsheets and feeling my walls quiver each time he drove his cock into my cervix. His breathing became hitched in my ear and his movements became sloppier. Biting my ear, he asked, “Where do you want me to cum, Y/n?”

Without wasting time, I moaned my response. “Cum in me please. Want you to fill me with it.” At that, Matt slammed his twitching cock into me a few more times before finally telling me what I so desperately needed him to.

“Okay sweetheart. Go ahead and make a mess for me.” Even before his words fully left his dirty mouth, I gave into the overbearing pressure in my stomach and felt my intense orgasm over-take me. Practically screaming his name, my pussy convulsed uncontrollably. I felt the immediate relief and heard the gush as I squirted along his cock and down his legs. “Jesus.” He moaned out as his body suddenly stilled. As my legs shook, I could feel his cock twitching inside of me; painting my walls with his cum.

After we both came down from our highs, catching our breath and reconnecting with our minds, Matt slowly pulled his dick — freshly bathed in my own juices — out of my swollen core. With a satisfied sigh, he threw his body onto the bed beside mine. Both of us laid there for a moment, facing one another with glazed over expressions, before a shameless smile crept onto Matt’s face.

“Well you definitely didn’t squirt the last time we slept together.” He chuckled proudly, and I knew his ego had been inflated. I rolled my eyes. “Well, you didn’t whimper the last time we fucked either.” It was my turn to smile as he covered his face bashfully. We laid there in silence for a moment, both of us lethargic and fucked out.

“If that was anything like when ya’ll lost your virginities then I am extremely impressed.”

Matt and I both shot our heads up and looked around the room for the origin of that familiar voice. We were alone, but my eyes focused on the lit-up computer. On the screen, Matt’s Discord was open to the group with Nick and Chris. I turned to look at Matt, who had also clearly made the same discovery that I had, and whispered, “Did you for real leave the channel unmuted?” He tucked his lips together and shrugged apprehensively, before climbing off the bed and over to the computer.

“Chris, how much of that did you hear?” He asked into his headset. I heard a laugh through the mic. “Oh Matt, I heard it all. Good work. I’m a proud brother.” I covered my face in embarrassment as Matt rolled his eyes. “Fuck off. You’re a perv.” He mumbled to his brother, but I caught the small smile that tried to creep to his lips.

“I’m gonna need a fucking lobotomy to get over the trauma that I was just put through.” I heard Nick’s voice now through the mic and I couldn’t help but laugh. “Bro you could have just left the server, you act like I forced you to listen to the entire thing.” Matt argued with his older brother. “You think I stayed and listened to the ENTIRE thing? What are you crazy?” I was full out laughing now, despite the embarrassment. “I left as soon as I figured out what was happening, but I still heard waaaay too much.” Matt laughed now and muted his mic — perhaps a bit too late — then walked back to where I was on the bed, propped up on my forearms.

“Whoops.” He simply said as he pulled his boxers back up. I shook my head and smiled shyly. “We are literally never going to be able to live that down.” I replied as he draped his body along the bed beside me again. Rubbing his eyes awkwardly, he shrugged softly. “Well, at least they’re gonna have to stop teasing me about my skills.” I smacked his arm playfully and he responded by grabbing me swiftly and pulling me to his side.

“You were impressed, weren’t you?” He asked teasingly, as he held me close. I closed my eyes and sighed, “I was, Matt. Really, really, impressed.” He giggled into my neck at my truthful response and I swatted him once again.

“I’m glad we got our re-do. I’d been wanting that for a while.” He said after a moment. I looked at him with a smile and ruffled his hair. “Me too, honestly. I always knew you had some potential in you.” I teased.

“Well, if you don’t want to have to face Nick right now, you’re welcome to sleep in here tonight.” He offered and I sighed in relief. “That would be great, actually.” I said as I began to sit up. “Let’s get cleaned up first though.” He began as he got up and grabbed us both towels from his closet, “You’re not allowed to get under my sheets until you wash my children off your thighs.” My eyes shot open at his disgusting choice of words and I quickly covered myself with my towel. “Matthew Bernard you are sick!” I exclaimed as we both headed towards his bathroom. “Sure am. But so are you.”

He pulled me into a hug while we stood in the bathroom waiting for the shower to warm up. As he rubbed circles on my back with his hand, I sighed. “I think this is the secret to good friendship.” He chuckled before asking, “What is?” Playfully, I smacked his ass over his boxers. “Fucking the shit out of each other once in a while.” He laughed and pulled away from the hug before getting into the shower; leaving the glass door open so that I could follow him. “Shut your weird ass up and get in the shower with me, friend.”

[ghstzzn]

so needy — enhypen hyung line

pairing(s): enhypen hyung line x fem!reader (separate!)

genre(s): pure smut. with some plot from overexplaining.

tags/warnings: SMUT! MDNI! needy but not quite subby, rough & sloppy unprotexted sex, face fucking, jake munch agenda, masturbating (m. rec), male whimpering yupp, lots and lots of descriptions of boners, seriously they are all hard. no prep for reader, exhibition heh.. (parking lot & bathroom at a party), tried my hardest to go needy im a hard!dom writer im sorry, creampie, one pullout method, cum eating, cum... feeding?, biting, uhh lmk if i missed any srsly. wc: 3.2k. 400-700 for each

💭: WE LIKE OUR MEN IN HEAT GROWLS🦅🦅🦅 @jjunieworld and i. we went insane. i went insane. i seriously tried to make them needy and jakes is probably the closest ill ever get to writing a subby idol. its hard. sorry. ill try harder because i like this i think. <3 i need to get them pregnant asap.

heeseung had been in the recording studio since he had woken up, and yet he still had a long night ahead of him due to editing and touch ups. he was going insane.

you had sent him a selfie of you when you woke up, complaining about him being gone. it was innocent. but heeseung has been rock hard since.

his thoughts were full of you— every lyric had just reminded him of you and fuck he’s never needed you this badly before. the pillow that he’s kept on his lap all day felt like a fucking brick and he’s been subconsciously bucking his hips into it.

heeseung lets out a groan, throwing his head back as he cups his hardened cock through his flimsy sweats. he cannot take it anymore. pulling out his phone, he shoots you a text, complaining that he was hungry and didn’t feel good— a little lie because he knows if he told you he was painfully hard, you’d just tell him to wait. he can’t do that.

you’re so sweet to him, truly, you ask him if he’s okay and tell him you’ll be there in ten.

the door automatically locks when it's shut and you walk up to him, resting your hand on his forehead. he is feeling warm. heeseung leans into your touch and groans softly before grabbing your wrist, throwing the pillow and sitting you on his lap.

not even three minutes later, he’s thrusting up into you relentlessly. you’re desperately trying to grip onto anything, his shoulders, the chair and even the equipment table behind you. heeseungs grip on your hips is tight, bruising even. 

you’re both already cumming, the pace he set was too much for you and he’s simply been hard way too long to last more than seven minutes. though, as soon as he emptied himself inside you, he’s lifting you out of his lap, shoving aside an expensive keyboard and shoving your face down onto the table.

“fuck- fucking take it,” he spits as he continues pounding you from behind. “b-been so fucking hard all day, all because of you.”

his cock is hitting the most sensitive spots with his brutal speed, you almost feel as if you really did something wrong. you reach up to grip onto something, knocking into a few buttons in the process, turning on some music— which honestly helped cover the sounds of your moans but probably not necessary due to the soundproof room.

“hah- heeseung it’s t-too much!” you manage to squeak out, hiccuping and whimpering.

you’re spasming around his cock once more, he sloppily thrusts into you a few more times before pulling out and emptying himself on your lower back. you weakly lift yourself to peek behind you, glancing back and forth between his still hard cock and his eyes that were full of nothing but lust. 

heeseung will be here all night— and so will you.

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jay thought it’d be a good idea, a great one! he brought you with him to tour some fancy guitar museum he was invited to. you both were so excited to attend, throwing on your best outfits— which included that one dress that jay absolutely went feral for.

he could barely focus on the guitar he was testing out when you were sitting so pretty and patient in front of him, smiling and cheering him on. he didn’t even realize he was fucking up the chords, face red when he realized it wasn’t just you and him in the room.

you sat in the acoustics room with him, dress riding up your legs, leather jacket hanging off your shoulder as you watched him pick at each string with so much adoration in your eyes.

jay was going to go fucking insane. he can feel himself hardening at the mere sight of you— truly he’s usually better at keeping himself kept in public.

when you asked so sweetly to try out at guitar yourself, he thought he would combust right there.

he helps you choose a guitar, slipping the strap around your neck and even setting up the amp for you. jay sits back and watches as you play around with different chords you’ve picked up from him, but his eyes refuse to leave your fingers.

the way they delicately pluck each string or how they grip the guitar pick, how your other hand grips the neck of the guitar to hold down strings. he almost groans when he watches you almost struggle to fit them around it.

if only that were his cock. 

jay has to keep yanking and pulling at his jeans. he almost grabs the guitar from you just to cover his inevitable boner. his jaw is clenched, he wants to leave so fucking bad. he’s seconds away from pulling you into the closest room and tarnishing his image just to fuck you.

finally, your time at the guitar center was over. jay’s practically dragging you to the car and you aren’t even sure why. maybe you did something to upset him?

as soon as you reach the car, he’s sandwiching you between him and the cold surface. your boyfriend doesnt waste a second before grabbing your hand and forcing you to grab his throbbing cock through his jeans.

“for the past four fucking hours,” he grits out, nuzzling his face against your cheek, “four fucking hours that i’ve been so fucking hard. because of you.”

your face is red and you’re whipping your head around the parking lots, it’s almost empty thankfully— and dark outside. “i-i did this?”

he groans in the crook of your neck, “please, baby, fucking need you now.”

those are the only words you need to get you to drop to your knees. your hands shake slightly as they fumble with his belt, pulling it apart and yanking his jeans down just enough to free his cock. 

it’s practically red and leaking, you almost pout when you think about your poor boyfriend being that hard for so long because of you.

jay seems to not like how long you're taking because he’s immediately taking your hair into his fist and smacking his tip against your lips. you eagerly invite his length into your mouth, using your hands to work whatever you can’t fit. 

he has to hold back from cumming right there. the way your lips wrap around him so well, your throat struggling to take him. this is exactly what got him hard in the first place. jay rocks his hips back and forth, pushing his cock further and further into your mouth.

“yeah- fuck. taking me so well, huh?” jay mutters, biting his lip to contain his grunts. “thought about this exact fucking thing in there. so pretty around my cock.”

his words make you hum in arousal, sending vibrations down his length. jay groans and throws his head back, pushing you further down his cock. the gag that rips from your throat is almost enough to make him empty himself all over your face.

jay continues to practically fuck your mouth. your hands drop to grip his thighs as you let him use your mouth however he pleases. both of his big hands in your hair, forming a messy ponytail tail as he continues to thrust into you roughly.

“fuckfuckfuck! almost there, baby.” he’s almost whimpering, it’s so good. after a few more thrusts, he’s pulling out and cumming, emptying himself onto your cheeks and lips. 

there’s so much cum you have to take him back into your mouth to save yourself from a messy shirt.

jay pants as you ride him through his intense orgasm. needless to say, he’s fucking you again in the car this time.

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jake was restless. he was quite literally rolling around on your bed as you ignored him for some stupid fucking book.

“jake, i seriously need to cram this by tonight. then we can hang out!” you promised him.

six fucking hours ago. he groans loudly, loud enough to make you scoff and shake your head.

“why don’t you go play on my pc?” you suggest sweetly, “you love the games i have on there!”

“i dont want to do that.” 

you sigh and shrug your shoulders in response, you already told him countless times that you were busy and he’s the one who chose to stay.

“baby, please just take a break.” he pleads. “there’s no way you’re finishing this by tonight.”

he rolls over on his stomach and grips onto your leg, sporting a dramatic expression. jake was right, there was no way you were finishing any of your work tonight, but that almost gives you more reasons to not take a break. 

“the sooner i finish, the sooner i'll be all yours baby.” you tell him, patting his fluffed up hair down, messy from rolling around.

he groans again, “noo, baby i want you- no i need you now!”

“why are you so antsy right now, jake?” 

jake drops his head into your lap, muffling his voice. “ ‘m so horny.”

“hm?” you hum, not quite hearing him. he only responds by softly kissing your inner thighs, unable to hold back any longer.

he pushes his jean clad cock against your soft mattress as he travels down your thighs, leaving a trail of kisses behind. 

“jake.”

“i said im horny. im so fucking horny and you smell so good.” he repeats, lifting his head to look you in your eyes.

your brain freezes at his words. “i… i’ll be done soon, i promise- just-“

he cuts off your words by pressing a desperate kiss over your clothes cunt, sending shivers down your spine. you can feel yourself getting wet by his needy and desperate actions.

“jake!” you whimper out when he licks a stripe over your pajama shorts. he doesn’t even care that you’re still fully clothed, a piece of flimsy fabric won't stop him.

your boyfriend continues to make out with your cunt through your shorts, shifting to bite and suck at your thighs. “pleaasee.” he lets out a muffled whine.

you’ve already dropped your books and papers beside you, soft whimpers leaving your mouth as your hands find their spot in his long hair. “fuck— jake slow down!”

jake shakes his head, his own hands moving to yank down your sleep shorts. he knew you weren’t wearing panties, and he’s pretty sure that’s what got him so horny in the first place. the amount of times he looked down at your thighs to catch small glimpses of your ass and cute cunt because they were barely covered.

it took so much restraint to not shove his aching cock between your thighs— make you forget all about your boring paperwork.

jake attaches his lips to your clit, sucking and practically making out with it. every now and then he shoves his tongue as deep as he can inside your oozing hole, gathering all your juices on his tongue and slurping.

you can’t tell who's moaning louder, you or him. he’s attacking your cunt with everything he has all while rutting his hips into your mattress, attempting to pleasure himself but he could honestly cum untouched as long as he had your sweet pussy in his mouth.

he’s groaning against your cunt and letting out incoherent curses, “f-fuck.. hmph so- so good.”

your eyes roll to the back of your neck and you can feel the heat pool in your lower stomach.

“jake- gonna cum, please dont fucking stop!” 

jake listens well, continues to suck and lap at your wetness as if its his last fucking meal. you don't even notice his hand leaving your thigh to jerk himself off but when you do— it pushes you immediately over the edge. 

you tremble as you cum all over his mouth, and he only eagerly slurps it up. he doesn’t pull away and until you yank him up by his hair, you stare at his soaked lips, your arousal dripping down his face. 

he lifts himself up to kiss you, feeding you your own cum, his hand comes up to grip your neck as you engage in a desperate kiss.

when he lets go of you to rid himself of his pants, your hand comes up to touch the wetness left on your cheek— it hits you that jake came all over his own hand while eating you out.

there was no way you were letting him out of your sight tonight.

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sunghoon was giddy when he found out he could bring a plus one to the prada after party. he literally couldn’t wipe the grin off his face when he told you that you could accompany him.

but now he almost regrets it. 

since you were his plus one, you had gotten a free outfit from the brand. and god was it the best thing he’s ever seen you wear. but also the worst.

this wasn’t his only issue. you were his plus one. so why the fuck were you pretty much attached to jungwon at the hip? why were you ignoring him when he’s the reason you were there?

it’s not like he was angry either, instead he just really really wanted you right there next to him. he was so fucking horny. 

even before you both left the house to head over. he had no idea what the outfit looked like until you put it on and his eyes almost popped out of his head.

sunghoons also not really the type to voice his every thought to you, otherwise you both would’ve skipped the party entirely just to fuck.

well, he wasn't angry. but he can’t help it when the horniness eventually turns into pure sexual frustration. he leans further into the couch as he watches you bounce back and forth from jungwon and heeseung. 

your lonely boyfriend couldn’t even tell if he was jealous, angry or hurt. above all, he just wanted you to sit on his cock for the rest of the night. he understood that you were having fun, some of your other friends in the industry were also invited to this party but he couldn’t help but to feel so left out.

he almost groans as he watches you make your way to yet another one of his members. what about him? he’s here too! his cock twitches beneath his dress pants and he sets his hand with his drink on top of it, hoping it’s not obvious that he’s suffering at this very moment.

“you okay, man?” a voice calls from behind the couch, sunghoon looks up to see jake hovering. “you haven’t moved from that spot in about 40 minutes.”

sunghoon nods and shrugs, “can you tell my girlfriend to meet me over here? i haven’t seen her all night.” he lies through his teeth, he’s literally been watching you all night.

jake tilts his head in confusion, “uh, yeah. i’ll go get her, be right back.”

he taps his finger on his cup as he watches jake whisper in your ear, pointing behind him in his direction. you glance behind jake and sunghoon quickly averts his gaze.

you nod and respond to jake before making your way over to your boyfriend. 

sunghoon quickly downs his drink as he sees you walk towards him, a soft smile on your lips. so now you’re finally paying attention to him?

“what’s wrong, hoonie? jake said you needed me.” 

he nods, setting his drink down and grabbing your wrist instead, “yeah. i do need you, right fucking now.”

you don’t get a chance to question his words before he’s yanking you towards the furthest bathroom in the building. you’re heels almost make it too hard to keep up with him and you’re calling out his name but he’s too occupied on finding any empty bathroom to fuck you in.

sunghoon finally finds one, tugging you into it and slamming the door behind you and clicking the lock.

“what’s wrong, baby?” you ask him again.

“why are you talking to every single one of my members but not me?” 

you blink at him, surely you’ve interacted with him throughout the night. a smile grows on your face when it clicks. “awwe, hoonie! are you jealous?”

sunghoon grips your chin with his hand, “i’m not jealous. you ignored me, there’s a difference.”

“i wasn’t! and i’m here now, right?” 

he rolls his eyes, smushing his body against yours and the door. “baby seriously. need you so bad right now, i had to watch you talk to everyone while i was sitting there so fucking hard.”

your eyes widen slightly, “why didn’t you tell me?”

“god this fucking dress— i’m going insane.” he ignores your question completely, pulling the bottom of your dress up your thighs.

“sunghoon! we can’t- not here!” 

“mm, i don’t care.” sunghoon mutters as he pulls your dress above your hips. “told you i needed you, huh?”

he grips your hips and moves you against the fancy bathroom vanity, turning you around and laying you flat against the counter.

sunghoon ruts his clothed hardon over your own panty clad cunt. “feel it? feel how hard you make me all because a stupid dress?”

“y-yeah, hoonie.”

he sucks in a breath of air and yanks down your flimsy thong before practically ripping the button off his overpriced pants to free his angry cock.

you glance at him in the mirror when he aligns his leaking tip with your wet entrance. no amount of slick and arousal could make taking his size any easier.

“wait- baby i can’t take you like that..!” you pleaded with him.

sunghoon doesn't listen, stuffing you with his length, ripping a gasp from you, forcing you to throw a hand over your mouth to contain any more noises from you.

he wastes no time before beginning to pound into you, your hips slamming against the edge of the vanity with each thrust. you feel every vein against your walls and soon the initial pain turns into pleasure.

your boyfriend’s sloppy and brutal pace tells you just how fucking needy he’s been for the past few hours. sunghoons letting out a string of curses as he continues to abuse your cunt to chase the orgasm he’s been craving for so long.

“god. fuck- so fucking tight.” he groans out. “n-need it so bad.”

you’re biting your own hand to contain the noises that are desperately escaping your mouth, his pace making it impossible for you to stay silent. sunghoons bending over as he continues to fuck into you, gripping your throat as he leaves harsh bites on your shoulder— marks that’d be impossible to cover due to the thin and flimsy straps on your dress.

“shit—“ his movements stutter before hitting his peak, his warm cum filling up your insides but he doesn’t dare stop.

he continues to desperately thrust into you, overstimulating himself because he’s still so stupidly hard. grunts and whimpers are leaving his mouth, muffled by your neck and hair— but his noises only bring you closer to your own peak.

“hoon..! c-cumming, please.” 

even after you cream around his cock, his movements don’t stop. his thrusts are sloppy and his cock is knocking against your cervix, fucking you hard and deep all because he needs to cum again.

sunghoon lets out a loud groan as he finds himself emptying himself once more inside of you. rocking his hips slowly to ride himself through his second intense orgasm, it was almost painful.

he slips out of you with a grunt, his cock still half hard but he decided right there that the both of you would be leaving the party early.

[endless-ineffabilities]

sapphire-hearted (part one)

Aemond Targaryen x f!reader

The start to an angst-ridden little story, wherein the reader, Aemond's dearest friend (and clandestine love) learns of his apparent new paramour, Alys.

themes/warnings: angst, jealousy, fwb type situation, Aemond is kind of a clueless twat

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edit(!): this oneshot seems to have taken a life of its own, like most of my fics, quite unexpectedly! I've changed the title from (sapphire) blue heart to sapphire-hearted, and part two will be out in a few hours! is out now!

"Why do you not look at me?" He gently pries your face towards him with his free hand, as you both lie naked on his sheets, his arm wrapped around you. "Have I done something wrong?" he asks.

"Nothing, Aem." You shake your head, letting his hand fall.

He takes one deep breath. He knows you like the back of his hand; he knows something isn't right.

"You're not fooling me, gevie." Beautiful, he calls you, as you sit up and bring your knees to your chest. You feel the cold air on your back, and then, his fingers tracing patterns on your bare skin.

Gevie. You wonder if he calls Alys the same. After their rumoured trysts. After she is seen leaving his bedchambers. Has she lain among these very sheets herself, where you are now?

You and Aemond were not together, no. You were not betrothed. Your House was too lowly to allow you to wed a Targaryen prince. But he had said he was yours. Just yours.

How has that changed so quickly?

"Speak to me," he pleads. He sits up behind you, kissing the back of your neck. "You know I have my methods of making you do so. Shall I employ them?" You can hear the amusement in his voice, the assuredness.

You thought you loved it more than anything, but now it feels like some cruel jest.

You turn to face him directly. "Is she better than me?"

He leans back, fully aware of who you mean. "Hmm," he purses his lips. "Jealousy does not become you, it seems."

"I'm glad you think me amusing." You bite back, looking away.

"This is amusing. How can you be jealous of her?"

You aren't sure what to make of that question. Is he mocking you, and the justification of your envy? Who are you to him anyway? Just a friend, no?

"Aemond. I thought... that we..."

"You know what we are. How we are. Isn't it enough?"

"Not if I have to share you with some witch!" you rise from his bed, and wrap your cloak around yourself. "I've turned down the finest suitors, simply because you wished me to. Simply because you were jealous. Don't you think you owe me the same courtesy?"

His voice is colder when he responds, "What do you think I am doing with Alys, hmm? Do you think I enjoy having her grace my bedchambers, and have her clawing at me?" He stands too, towering over your stature. "I have never wanted to bed anyone other than you. What I am doing with her... what I have to do with her... It is for the good of the Seven Kingdoms."

"Spare me, Aemond." You swat his hands away, when he reaches for your arms. "Don't..." He tries again, much quicker this time, and he holds your forearms tightly against his bare chest.

"She has magic." There is a wild look in his eye when he says this, and it makes you uneasy. "She sees things, Alys. She can predict what the enemy's next move is, where they'll be. What I am doing with her, lying with her, is but a small price to pay."

"What if you don't lie with her? You don't have to..."

"She asks me to."

"You don't have to. You're the prince! She answers to you, not the other way around."

"I refused, of course, in the beginning." He holds your face gently in his hands now, trying to make you understand. "That did no good. She gave me nothing. I could have her tortured. But this will only serve to distance her even more from our cause."

"So, to get what you want... to hear her incredible visions and benefit from her magical spells, you have to fuck her? Very astute of you, Aemond."

"Careful, my love." He tilts his head, trying to work through your anger.

You use your palms on his chest to push him away. He only stumbles a little, the faint sound of his low growl reaching your ears.

"You know what I'll do?" you threaten, your cloak falling back to the floor as you wave your arms dramatically. "The next dashing Lord that asks for my hand, I'll take. It could be Lord Manderly's son or... Lord Beesbury's eldest boy has made an offer, too. I'll wed him, whoever he is, why not? Even if I don't love him, it will only be a small price to pay," you sneer, mirroring his words from before. "It is what's expected of me, after all. It is for the good of my House."

Aemond's jaw clenches in his rage. "Then I shall have him captured and quartered to pieces in the dungeons before he can even get the chance to - "

"No," you shake your head at his nonsense. "No, you would not. You would not do something like that to me. How would that be fair? You and I, we'll never marry. As it stands, you'd sooner wed your witch than I."

"I would marry you in a heartbeat." He moves closer now, desperation creeping in his voice. His lips meet yours in a haste. Wet and demanding. When you turn your head, he only continues kissing the side of your face. Then he stops, pressing his forehead to your temple. "You know this, my love. You have to know this. Alys is nothing compared to you. Without her, I might lose the war. But without you... I lose myself."

You nearly cave in at that, as you always do when it comes to Aemond. But now, you remind yourself to stand your ground.

"Then prove it to me," you whisper, and a stray tear falls down your cheek. "Do as I ask. Stop being with her."

Seconds pass. Aemond's mind races at the possible outcomes. His heart aches at the sight of your sadness, but he feels compelled to think of other things too.

The war. Defeating the Blacks. Easily gaining the upper hand through dark magic.

At the end of it all - and if he does what he does, it should all end very soon - he will still have you. He's sure of it.

You will always come back to him. You will understand.

"I cannot," he says, his words striking through your heart.

You feel numb all over, but you force yourself to step away from him, and hurriedly put your dress back on.

"My love, please..." He watches helplessly as you tie the strings of your skirts, preparing to leave.

"My prince," you cursty, when you've managed to put yourself together. "I am not certain when, but you're invited to honour us with your presence at my coming marriage ceremony."

"I'd sooner command Vhagar to burn Westeros to ashes."

"You mean, you'd sooner bask in the pleasures that only your witch can offer?" you laugh mirthlessly. "Of course."

You start walking away, determinedly. Ice has flooded your veins and your heart, turning you cold and blue. But you press on. The pain will have to wait for later.

"You'll come back to me," he calls after you.

"Oh, I wouldn't hold my breath, if I were you."

You slam the door behind you.

Angst!!! We all need this sometimes. I swear it riles me up so good, I almost wonder if something's messed up with my romantic ideals ....

.... who are we kidding? Of course there is. Because I would marry our one-eyed Vhagar-riding war terrorist in a heartbeat.

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[samandcolbyownme]

Betrayal x 2 | Part 2

Summary: Part two of Betrayal x 2. If you haven't read it, I suggest reading that before reading this. It's right before this one!

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, talking about what previously happened, threesome, hair pulling, biting, scratching, oral (all), unprotected sex, creampie, filth

Word count: 5.7k | not edited

Part One

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Your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest. You knew it was a lot to ask, you weren't sure how anyone would react after it was all out on the table.

"So.." you say breaking the semi long silence that followed Colby asking Jake, "What are..um, whatcha thinking?"

"I mean.." Jake laughs, "I'm just.." he trails off and you close your eyes as you pinch the bridge of your nose.

"I mean, I'm not going to lie to you Colby, she was.. pretty fucking good.. and I'm a weird guy, who likes weird shit, and this to me is so fucking weird.." Jake continues laughing before letting out a long dramatic sigh, "So why not."

Colby didn't say anything, which you knew he was probably second guessing it, hoping Jake would have said no.

"Okay.." you nod to yourself, "So. I'll, um.. talk to Colby then I'll call you or something. Okay, Jake?"

"Okay, yeah just hit my line or whatever." He laughs slightly and you smirk, "I will. Bye."

"Bye." Jake hangs up and you pause before sighing, "Colby?"

"Yeah?" Colby's voice is low and you lay back, laying your phone on your chest, "Do you not want to do this? "

"No, I do. I just.. can I see you before we bring him into it? I just want one conversation with you, face to face."

You chew your lip, "I need to get dressed."

"That's fine. Take your time, all the time you need. I know it's a lot."

You can tell Colby was trying to contain his excitement from you agreeing to see him.

"I'll text Kat and let her know that I'll be going over." You get up to change your clothes and Colby clears his throat, "Sorry I'm just a little nervous.."

"Tell me about it." You laugh slightly, "Okay.. I'll, um.. I'll be over soon."

"Okay. Drive safe."

You could tell Colby wanted to throw in an 'I love you', but you weren't ready for that, "I will." You hang up, immediately calling Kat.

"Hey, you okay?" She answers and you smile slightly, "Yeah, I'm good. I just wanted to let you know that I'm going over.." you sigh, "To see Colby."

"Are you?" She asks surprised, "Are you sure you're ready for that?"

"We just spent the last hour on the phone, talking about stuff so.. I think so. I don't know." You grab your keys and walk down the steps, listening as she tells Sam that he needs to come back to her place.

"Why? Is everything okay?" He asks in the background, and you can just picture his face when she tells him you're going to see Colby, "Really? I mean that's good right?"

"Yeah, I hope." Kat says, "again if you need anything, call me."

"I will. I'll keep you updated." You open the door and hang up, taking a deep breath as you walk to your car.

The whole way to Colby's, you were shaking. 

You were still mad, but at the same time, you feel like you didn't have the right to, considering he watched you fuck Jake.

You sit in your car for a few moments, composing yourself, basically preparing for all the feelings you're about to feel when you see his face for the first time in a week.

That's the longest you went without seeing Colby. Most was three days, but seven was a lot harder than you ever thought.

You get out, shutting your door before looking up at the house as you walk towards the door.

As you go to knock, the door opens and Colby is standing there. His eyes are bloodshot and slightly puffy. He looks exhausted.

"Are you okay?" Your eyes move over his face, "You look li-"

"Like I haven't slept in days? Yeah, I really haven't.." he laughs slightly as he moves for you to come in, "Everything has just been eating at me. What I did was.." he shuts the door and turns to face you, "Completely fucked up."

You nod, "I know you say it, but Colby.. I live by actions speak louder than words and-"

"That's why I said about Jake. I don't know if it's for me, you or both, but I just.. I can't sleep without you.. knowing that I hurt you, I want to do anything I can to resolve this, y/n."

"Jake doesn't have to be apart of this.." you shrug, "If you do-"

"Everything I said on the phone, y/n.. I meant." He swallows as you see his eyes getting glassy, "I really.." his voice cracks, "I really just want to do anything I can to.." he motions to you and you look away, the burning of tears welling causes you to blink a few times.

"Why did you do it?" You look back at him, "Why her?"

He shrugs, "I honestly can't give you an answer because I genuinely don't know. I was having doing shots with Reece and Miles, then all of a sudden I was taken back to that living room thing and she was just.. there."

"Well there was your first problem, Reece and Miles aren't ever any good. You know that." You pause and take a quiet breath, "Did you think it was me? Or.. because I know for a fact if I was as drunk as you, all I would want is you."

You lick your lips, "I'm sorry. I just.. on the way over I told myself I wasn't going to bombard you with questions.."

"No, no. Ask away. Anything to.. I guess help?" Colby shrugs, "I don't know, but anything you want to know I'll be honest, y/n. Please."

"I just.. I don't feel like I have a right to be mad at you because I fucked one of your close friends right in front of you." You look at him, trying not to laugh at how ridiculous of a sentence that sounds.

He tries not to laugh, "That.." he shakes his head, "Oh my god. What the hell happened to us?"

You shrug, laughing slightly, "I have no fucking idea."

He walks over to you, "I do know, that she wasn't you. She'll never be you. No one has treated and supported me in the ways that you have and no matter what happens to us, I will forever be greatful for you."

In this moment, you feel like you're just y/n and Colby.

No drama. No pain. No hurt. No betrayal.

You felt like it should always feel.

"I love you." You look up at him, "I mean that."

He brings his hand up, slowly brushing it against your cheek, "I love you more than words can ever say. I'm sorry that I did what I did. It wasn't.. I didn't even think that would have happened."

"I just.. I can't just go back to us.. we won't be the same." You lay your hand on your forehead, stepping back from him, "We aren't the same, anymore Colby."

"So then.." he steps towards you, "Then we accept the new us."

"The new us? What does that mean?" You look at him, dropping your hand to your side, "Look, I want to, but I don't think I can trust you at parties again, or even anywhere.. not for a while. What I saw will always be in the back of my mind."

"Then I won't go to parties and where I go, you go." He shrugs and you laugh, "Colby. You have to go to parties. Thats you and Sam's thing."

"I already told Sam I'm done. If he wants to go, I'll be at home sick, or something." He shakes his head as he moves closer to you, "There's nothing in this world that means more to me than you. Nothing. I know I tainted that, and like you said you can't really trust me, right now."

He cups your cheeks, "But I just.. I'll do anything to get you back home."

"Is what you said true?" You look up at him, "About the whole Jake thing?"

He nods, "Yeah."

"Were you angry when you walked in on us?" You  stare up at him as he nods, "Yeah, actually, I was.. I wanted to beat his ass."

You nod slightly and Colby raises his brows, "I'm serious. I've never been that pissed at Jake before, but once I realized that you were doing it to get back at me, as much as I hated it, I just had to take it. Even if I was joined in, something in me just didn't think I deserved it."

"He told me I should have socked you." You smirk, "He said it would have been sexy as hell."

"I would have taken it. I deserved it. I still do." Colby drops his hands and sighs, "I know I say it, and trust me, I plan on doing everything I can to make it up to you, but I am so, so, so sorry, baby."

"You'd keep doing the whole.. threesome thing?" Your eyes bounce from the floor to his and he nods, "If that's what you want.." he chuckles and you tilt your head, "Why?"

"I don't know.." Colby shrugs, "..It was just something about how Jake got so protective over you.. I just.. I liked that."

"You won't get mad?" You cross your arms and Colby runs a hand over your hair, "If it will make us stronger as a couple, I'll make out with him." (A/n: I personally WOULD love that because I am a freak.)

Your brow twitches as his words intrigue you, "Really?"

"Well.." Colby laughs, "I mean.. I don't know, really.. I just know that I'll do whatever makes you happy in order to be your safe place again."

A small smile appears on your lips and it makes Colby smile, "What do you say?"

You bite your lip, "I say.." your arms move to lay on his shoulders, "Are you calling Jake or am I?"

He laughs slightly and you watch him look from your lips to your eyes. You tilt your head, "Kiss me."

Within a second, his lips are on yours and he's pulling you close to him.

"I'm sorry." He whispers against your lips, "I'm so. So. Sorry."

You shake your head, laying your hands on the side of his face, "Colby.. Colby." You tilt your head back, looking into his watery eyes, "We need to move past this."

He nods, "I know, but I just-"

"I know, baby. I know." You run your hand through his hair, "Let's just.. forget about this for right now and just have a good night. Okay?"

He sighs, "Yeah, yeah okay."

"Do you want me to call him?" You bite your lip and Colby nods with a smirk, "Yeah."

"Okay." You reach into your back pocket and pull your phone out, clicking on Jake's name as you rest your head on Colby's shoulder.

Colby kisses your head, resting his cheek on it as he listens to the line ring on speaker.

"What's crackalackin' good lookin'?" Jake answers and you laugh, "Hey.. so. I'm here with Colby." You look up at Colby's and he smiles down at you.

"What's the verdict? Is he guilty and spending the rest of his life in the clink?" Jake laughs and Colby smiles, "Only if you'll be the officer on duty."

You smirk and Jake lets out a low, "Oooh. You got it big daddy."

Colby laughs, "so does that mean you're coming over?"

"Is that you inviting me over?" Jake asks and you laugh, "No, that's us telling you to come over."

"Now, hold on. Wait a minute. Back it up a few inches please." Jake laughs slightly, "This isn't a set up, is it? I'm not going to get my ass beat?"

"No. I'm not going to beat your ass, Webber." Colby chuckles and Jake sighs, "I was talking about y/n, thought maybe she regretted it, but that's slightly reassuring too, Colby."

You laugh, "Oh yeah. Totally going to kick your ass when I see you."

"As long as you promise to bend me over and smack my ass a few times." Jake jokes and you sigh, "I'll see what I can do."

"Sexy." Jake says, "I'll be over in a few."

"See you then." You hang up and look at Colby, "You sure?"

"In this moment. I have never been more sure about anything in my life other than wanting you in it." Colby cups your cheeks and leans in to kiss you.

His kiss ignited the flame inside of you and you couldn't wait to be touched.

Colby leans back, "What?"

You shake your head, "I just.. can't wait to get to bed." He smirks, "Yeah, I get what you mean. Maybe we can.." he nods towards the couch, "Get things started while we wait on him."

You slide your hand into his and pull him towards the couch.

He follows you, smiling as you glance back at him. You sit down, him sitting next to you and you lay a hand on his chest, "I'm going to apologize in advance.."

You start and look up at him and he tilts his head as he lays his hand on yours, "For what, sweetheart?"

"For getting re - upset over the whole situation. I'm going to try not to, considering we're moving past it, but.. I can't make any promises."

He lifts his hand to brush hair from your face, "It's understandable so it's okay. We'll just, cross that bridge when we get there.. or bridges.."

He chuckles lightly and you nod, leaning in to you put lips on his. His hand slides down, gripping your waist and pulling you into his lap.

Your hands rest on his shoulders as your lips move in the same perfect sync as they usually do.

You grind down onto him, getting impatient as you just want to be touched already. Colby groans lowly against your lips, "Can't wait to taste you again."

You smirk and lean back, moving to get on your knees in between his legs. You reach up, undoing his pants and freeing his cock from his boxers.

He watches in awe as you take his cock into your hand, gently pumping it up and down as you glance up at him. You lick your lips, leaning forward as you circle the head of his cock with your tongue.

A gasp leaves his lips as his fingers grip the cushion of the couch, "Fuck."

You move your head down, flattening your tongue as you bob up and down slowly. He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, eyes fixed on you as you lean back, moving your hand up and bringing it back down so you can coat him in spit.

You stroke him a few times before leaning in, adding your mouth to the situation.

"Shit, babe. No one does it like you." Colby tilts his head back, bucking his hips slightly as he moans, "Fucking hell, baby."

The door bell rings and you lift your head, looking up at him with a smirk, "Our guest is here." You stand up, walking over to the door as Colby fixes himself and stands up.

You unlock the door, opening it to see Jake standing there, "Hey."

He smirks as he gives you a nod, "Hey." He walks in after motioning him to and he nods to Colby, "What's up, asshole." He laughs and Colby shakes his head, laughing at Jake teasing him, "Hey."

Jake turns and rubs his hands together, "So we gettin' right into doing the deed of darkness or what?"

You laugh and shrug, "I mean, I was already on my knees for Colby, so we can pick up there if you'd like."

Jake smirks as he raises his brows, "Oh yeah. Works for me." He follows Colby into the living room and they sit down on the couch.

You return to your position on your knees and undo Colby's pants before moving over to Jake and pulling down his plaid pajama pants.

You glance over at Colby, getting reassurance that he was okay before you pull out Jake's cock, biting your lip as you stroke him a few times.

You lean up, wrapping your lips around the tip and sucking. He groans, eyes closing as he tilts his head back.

You reach over, pulling Colby's cock from his pants. You stroke him as you keep your mouth on Jake, working on taking more of Jake in.

Colby groans, bucking his hips as you slow your strokes down. You lift your head from Jake, moving over to now focus on Colby.

Your hand wraps around Jake's cock as your lips wrap around Colby.

A gasp leaves his lips, moaning lowly as he gently lays a hand on your head. You glance over at Jake and you love how he's staring at you.

His eyes are locked on yours, jaw slack as his brows twitch with each stroke of your hand.

You lean back, wrapping your hand around his cock, stroking both of them as your eyes flick back and forth between them.

You held the power.

And you were living for it.

"Come up here, baby." Colby holds his hand out and you get up, moving to straddle his lap. He pulls you in, kissing you as his hands slide down to remove your shirt.

He lifts it up over your head and tosses it on the floor. His hands move up, taking each boob into his hands and kneading them slowly.

A moan escapes your lips and you look over at Jake, reaching over to slide your hand onto the side of his neck and pull him in so you can kiss him.

He lays a hand on your back, leaning in more so he can kiss down your neck. Colby kisses down the other side and you gasp as they both start to give you hickies.

"Fuck." You breathe out, tangling your fingers into each of their hair.

Jake leans back and Colby nudges you to go over to him. You crawl over, straddling Jake as Colby leans forward to slip off his own shirt.

Your lips meet Jake's in a slow, heated passion. His hands slides up, fingers pinching and pulling at your nipples, earning moans from your lips.

"God you are so fucking sexy." Jake tilts his head back to look at you. You smile and look over Colby, "I know.." you look back at Jake, "Hence why I have both of you like this right now"

He smirks and shakes his head as you move to stand up, slowly pushing your sweats down, leaving you in your purple lace panties.

Their eyes rake over your body, eager to be inside of it.

"Get over here." Colby stands up, moving so you can sit down. He gets down onto his knees, hands running up your thighs as Jake moves closer, sliding a hand over your chest and up to your neck.

Colby hooks his fingers into the band of your panties and pulls them down. You lift your hips and he pulls them off, dropping them on the ground once they're over your ankles.

"Fuck." Colby whispers as he pushes your legs up and open. Jake hooks his arm under your leg, holding it up as Colby gently spreads your folds open with his thumbs, "You look so fucking good."

He leans in, tongue dragging up and down your pussy slowly. You arch your back, eyes rolling back as you moan.

Jake reaches over with his free hand, moving hair from your neck so he can place his lips on it. He kisses up, nipping your ear before whispering, "Can't wait to taste that pussy next."

You whimper at his words, reaching up to tangle your fingers in his hair as Colby pushes his tongue and out of you.

Jake drops his hand, gently rubbing your clit. You gasp, moaning louder as you clench around Colby's tongue.

Jake scoots down slightly, dipping his head down to take your one nipple into his mouth. You tilt your head back, mouth falling open as he sucks and gently bites down on it.

Colby's grip on your thigh tightens as he pushes his head into you more. Jake moves his hand from your clit, gripping the thigh he's holding up and pulling at your skin.

You snake your arm through and wrap your hand around Jake's cock, earring a low moan from him as you stroke him.

"Just like that." He whispers, "Fuck."

You turn your head, looking up at him as your face twists with pleasure. His eyes scan over your face before leaning in to kiss you.

He swallows your moans as Colby brings you close to your first orgasm. He moves his head up, sucking on your clit as he pushes two fingers into you.

You squeeze his fingers, moaning louder as he run that sweet spot inside of you, "Fuck, fuck."

"You gonna cum?" Jake asks as he kisses your face gently. You nod, "Y-yes." He gently bites down on your jaw as you tilt your head back, "Go ahead, babe. Cum for Colby."

You rest your head against Jake's chin, lifting your hand to lay on Colby's head, moaning loudly.

Your leg squeezes Jake's arm as your orgasm takes over, making your body shake with pleasure. A string of curse words leave your lips as you come down from the high.

Colby leans back, slowly pulling his fingers out to bring them to his lips. He groans at the taste of you on his fingers and you watch as his eyes lock onto yours.

He gets up and grabs your face and kisses you roughly. Your hands slide up his chest, digging your nails into his skin as he bites down on your lip, pulling it as he tilts his head back.

He nods towards Jake and you nod with a smirk. You turn to face him, laying your hands on his neck as you lean in to kiss him.

"Your turn." You whisper against his lips. He moves to lay you back on the couch, kissing down your body. You bite your lip, eyes lock on him as he kisses to your clit.

You let out a gasp, tilting your head back as his tongue swipes between your folds. You look down and bite your lip as he glances up at you.

He smirks before pushing his tongue into you, causing you to moan louder. Colby moves by your head, brushing hair from your face.

You look up at him, brows furrowed with pleasure as you move your hand down to search for his cock. He moves slightly, giving you enough room to wrap your hand around, stroking slowly.

He tilts his head, eyes moving between you and Jake.

Jake pushes your thighs open more, tilting his head as he moves closer to you. His arms slip under your legs to lay his hands on top of your hips.

"Fuck, yes." You moan out as your back arches off the couch. You squeeze Colby's cock, looking over at him, indicating that you want him in your mouth.

He stands up, resting on his knees on the edge of the couch and you sit up slightly to wrap your lips around his cock.

Colby groans as he lays a hand your head, gently pushing down. You take more of him in, closing your eyes as your moans are muffled around him.

"Fuck." Colby stares down at you, watching as you bob your head slowly. Your hips buck slightly as Jake's fingers press down on your clit, circling as his tongue pushes in and out.

You roll your hips, pulling your head back to moan as you feel close to orgasming again.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." You whine, tilting your head back, "Fuck."

Colby lays a hand on the back of your head, gripping your hair as he watches your face, "Cum for Jake, baby,"

You bite down on your lip, whimpering and moaning as Jake adds pressure to your clit. You reach down and lay a hand on his head, pushing his closer as you cum, moaning loudly.

Your body jolts has he continues to rub your clit, slowly stopping as he leans back.

Colby pulls you up into a sitting position and sits next to you. He pulls you into his lap, reaching down to hold his cock steady so you can sink down onto him.

You let out a moan as you dig your nails into his shoulders. Jake sits next to Colby, sliding a hand up your back and gripping the back of your neck.

He pulls you over to kiss you as you move your hips up and down. Colby’s hands tightly grip your waist as he tilts his head back to watch you make out with Jake.

Colby guides you up and down with his hands, groaning lowly as he slides a hand up to pull you away from Jake, replacing his lips with his own.

You make out with Colby, bouncing up and down on his cock as Jake watches.

“Fuck, fuck.” You tilt your head back, moaning loudly as you clench around him. You look down at him, biting your lip as you whimper, “S-so close.”

Colby leans in, kissing up and down your neck, adding another hickey or two to the ones you already have. You tangle your fingers in his hair, pulling as you sink all the way down.

You grind your hips down, whining as you cum, “Shit shit, yes.. yes!” You tilt your head down, roughly kissing him as you reach over, grabbing onto Jake as you lean over to kiss him.

Colby lifts you up and you move over to Jake, sliding down onto his cock. He groans into your mouth, sliding a hand up your back to press it firmly onto your skin, “Fuck.” He curses, “I’ve missed you.”

You smirk against his lips as you lift your hips up and sink back down a few times slow before getting into a bouncing rhythm.

Jake tilts his head back and you lean down to kiss up his neck, biting and sucking a hickey. He moans and bucks his hips upward, fingertips pushing into your skin.

You lean up, looking over at Colby. You lean over, laying a hand on his cheek as you kiss him. You kiss down to his neck, giving him a hickey to match Jake’s.

He moans and tangles his fingers into your hair, “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

You sit back up, grinding your hips down onto Jake as he watches you. His lip is tucked between his lip as he fights closing his eyes.

You run a hand through his hair, laying it on the side of his neck as you moan.

You were getting so tired from the repeated orgasms, but you were absolutely loving every second of it.

“I’m gonna cum..” Jake groans out, “Fuck, where do you want me?” His eyes lock onto yours and you bite your lip, glancing over at Colby.

“It’s wherever you want baby.” Colby bites his lip and smirks, “Tell him.”

You look back to Jake and breathe out, “in me.”

Jake groans and nods, “Fuck, okay.” Colby moves to stand up and Jake lays you down, picking up the thrusts for himself.

He dips his head down, taking one of your nipples into his mouth and you arch you back, nails digging into his back as you squeeze his cock, “fuck, fuck fuck. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”

He moves his head up to kiss you, swallowing your moans as you cum around him. He’s soon to follow as you feel his thrusts get sloppy.

You feel his cock twitch inside of you and you whimper as he slowly pulls out. Colby takes his place, slipping his cock into your, now, extra wet cunt.

“Fuck.” Colby groans, “Not too much longer, baby.”

You nod as you lift your head to meet his, moaning into his mouth as his thrusts are punishing. His fingers dig into your thigh as he buries his face into your neck, “So fucking good.”

You open your eyes, locking them with Jake as he watches you. Your eyes roll back as your body is engulfed with nothing but pleasure once again.

Colby kisses up to your lips, pushing his cock into you fully before you feel him twitch. You moan at the feeling and thought of his cum mixing with Jake’s.

Colby pulls out, quickly grabbing his shirt to save any from dripping on the couch. He rubs your knee, “You okay?”

You nod, looking up at him as you try to catch your breath.

“No body tell Sam that we fucked on the couch.” Jake laughs, which causes you and Colby to laugh. Colby looks back at Jake as he slips on his pants, “Don’t worry. I already planned on keeping that between us.”

Jake gets dressed and walks over to you, bending down to press a kiss to your lips, “This was fun.”

You smile up at him, “Yeah, it really was.”

He turns to Colby and fists bumps him, “Glad you didn’t kick my ass.”

Colby laughs and nods, “Yeah, I don’t think y/n would have appreciated that very much.” He looks at you and you shake your head, “Not really.” You smile and let out a sigh as you sit up, “Thanks for coming over.”

Jake winks at you, “Anytime, sugar lips.”

You laugh and watch as Colby walks him to the door. They share a few words before Jake leaves and Colby comes back to you, “Come on. Let’s go get you cleaned up, I’m sure you could use a nap.”

“You have no idea.” You smile as you stand up, taking his hand into yours, “But I have one stipulation.”

“What’s that, babe?” Colby look down at you and you smile, “You have to nap with me.”

Colby presses a kiss to your forehead, “Done. And done.”

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

Well guys.. how was part two? I don’t know what it is, but I always struggle with writing part twos to things, but I think this turned out alright.

Love you all, thanks for reading 🖤

Likes and reblogs are majorly appreciated!

[hanihazeljade]

TikTok Tim

TikTok has been a blast and of course, Richard has been bothering Tim to make an account for siblings bonding. But Tim got himself a newfound confidence and a new way to irritate the people around him.

(CW: thirst traps, TikTok, possible femboy content, swearing)

"Can we just talk about Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne?" A TikToker with million followers said, "Like this dude is seventeen turning eighteen in like 3 months and what he done in his almost 18 years of existence?" It showed a screenshot of a headline way back when he was attending grade school that he skipped two grades, "He skipped 2 years in school and even though he dropped for two years, because some tragedy happen in his life, he still managed to graduate high school the same year in his age range." Which is true, but with all hacking the school systems, he graduated.

"And I also discovered that he is emancipated from his foster parent, Bruce Wayne. Like at first it was insane because you got the Wayne to finance you but look at him, he is one of the biggest shareholder in the Wayne Enterprise and he already got so many praise especially from Lex Luthor," and then screen showed a clip of Lex saying, "I commend the young Drake-Wayne, even he doesn't have any degree in business, he knows how to handle one unlike some people that I know that have bachelors degree. But if you think about it, it must be in his blood after all his mother is Janet Drake, that woman is the scariest socialite in Gotham." And the screen turned back to the TikToker, "Dude doesn't have any degree yet get a praise from Lex Luthor? He is a genius I tell you." and with that the TikTok video ended.

It all started with that one video on how perfect and genius Timothy Jackson Drake. And it snowballed to edits, a thirst trap if you will, of Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne. One TikTok video and the whole internet has been sleuthing every single picture, video of the new most eligible bachelor of Gotham City. And with that, #tim drake on TikTok have millions of views in span of 2 days. And it also doesn't help that Tim's life has been exposed in the different tabloids since he was a kid, being a member of a elite society especially in Gotham. He doesn't really know and care but with so many people doing a deep dives in his life, it kind of unsettling.

He scrolled again and it was a thirst trap edit. And he decided to exit the app, enough internet for the day.

"Timmmyy." Dick whined as he was begging Tim to make a TikTok account for 1, he can do those trends with Tim and two, he wants Tim to see those thirst traps edit of himself and it has been seven days straight. And Tim's patience has been wearing thin.

"I will, once I finished these reports." he said with no intention of doing it and gonna said that he forgot about it.

"No, do it now. I know your schemes, Timmy." Tim sighed with the insistence, "Then come back here later for you to remind me then."

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"So, my brother Richard has been keep bothering me to make one of this account and apparently, many people tried to make a little clout so I am going to make one to gather all the clout." Tim said with a blank stare but let out a snort at the last part. "I will probably never upload anything again but yep, hope you are happy, Richard." and with that the video ended. 2 hours later after that video got uploaded, his account boomed to 2.3 million and his first video got featured in some internet forums and articles were being published online.

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"And he finally succumbed to the Tiktok." Jason said as soon as he walked to his penthouse and Tim rolled his eyes.

"What are you doing here, oh mighty Jason?" Tim rolled his eyes, sarcasm is dripping to those words.

"I thought you are better than Dick but it seems like I was mistaken."

"Pot. Kettle. Just because I was on the side of edit Tiktok and you are in booktok doesn't make you the top. You are giving pick-me vibes, ngl."

"Did you really just said ngl instead of not gonna lie?"

"Did I stutter?"

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Tim thought it will be cool if he just upload another Tiktok video after months of abandoning his account. He look at the trends and some old trends and he particularly got stuck in the transition videos and he took liking on the one audio edit of Jade West saying, "What's the prob, dog?", and he is a gremlin for a reason.

So, he was there chuckling at himself with the thought of the internet will never know what's gonna hit them.

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Tim likes to do a little bit of thirst traps in his content but he also like just to gave his audience what he does in his free time whenever he is done reading and signing the needed papers, like typing in his computer or solving a rubiks cube. And he keeps getting millions of views every time and it is such a ego boost for him.

But he also likes the videos with prominent people in United States, most is just him and Lex Luthor doing stupid shits and every time it will happen, both the stocks of WE and Lex Corp is going up and somehow that made both Tim and Lex being close yet hating each other so much.

The Justice League, specifically Superman, is very much annoyed and not happy about Tim's association to one of the prominent villains in the existence. But all Tim does is send them a lip sync video of him with the audio of, "Do I give a fuck? No, not one. How many fucks do I give? Zero. Exactly, so therefore your comment is irrelevant." And he called it a day. He is still fucking salty of about his worst year of his fucking life. He will not going to forgive those assholes when they didn't even apologise.

But somehow the limit of his TikTok freedom is having him doing a thirst trap in a form of being a femboy. Listen. Tim knows he will never be a brickhouse like Jason and Bruce but god forbid his BMI doesn't go up to 20 even in his peak body mass. He was always has been a twink and he also doesn't like that but apparently, that type of body is a perfect "bottom/submissive" material based on the different manhuas he having been indulge himself the past month.

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Dick was scrolling at his fyp page that was full of animals, gymnastics and Justice League edits - because, and he got in a video of a guy sitting on a red couch doing a simple transition of throwing his black shoe and then changing his casual fit to a more formal attire and it was a smooth transition on Dick's observation and he subconsciously goes to the comments because he wants a laugh at the thirsty comments.

Did anyone notice how smooth that transition is?

Lol, that is a big ass shoes

He is a mighty fine fella

WHY DOES NOBODY IS COMMENTING THAT THE ACCOUNT IS TIMOTHY JACKSON DRAKE-WAYNE?

Dick blinked once at that comment. And he blinked again. He closed the comments and swipe left. And the comment is right, it take him on Tim's verified account with now two videos.

When did Tim had a 5.6 million followers?!

Tim already on the same following count as him and he was still definitely gonna get more. Dick is now kind off regretting his decision if putting Tim in TikTok.

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The next month was shown that Tim doesn't have any schedule that follows his uploading, it seems like he upload wether he like. But the ones that broke the internet is the one thirst trap that Tim posted.

Ashley, look at me

Tim made the hand movements for the transition and from the Saint Laurent sweater, it is Jason's, Dick knows because he just saw Jason wear it like two days ago and it was paired with a black slacks and it turns into a oversized silk dress shirt and it looks like nothing underneath and Dick hopes that there is a boxers underneath because God forbids, he will delete Tim's TikTok account. In that video, it showcases Tim's long, pale, scarless legs, which is a fucking lie, he doesn't how Tim did it but that is a fucking lie. And oh boy was the comments are wild.

He is a sugar baby with the money of a sugar daddy

I'm straight but damn

yeah that's it, I'm bi now

I can hit that any time if he hit me up

Wait! I AM CONFUSED

Am I.. into this?

bottom vibes ngl

Dick stops reading the comments. TIM IS HIS LITTLE BROTHER! Sure he's nineteen but Dick felt uncomfortable looking at his brother's thirst trap, that he made himself. He immediately message Tim to stop posting thirst traps and Tim just reply with, 'Well, you have to face the consequences of forcing me to this damn app'.

He will be damned, he thought.

[vivmaek]

ASTROLOGY OBSERVATIONS PART SEVEN (roast edition)

Libra Suns are soo oblivious sometimes. I can never tell if they’re doing it to get something or if they’re actually having a dumb blond moment. 

People with Mars in the 2nd house need to learn how to share. They become territorial over their possessions. As children, they were the types of kids to show off a cool toy and then go, “but you can’t play with this one because it's special.” 

Mars in Pisces are the types to make a passive aggressive comment under their breath, and then when someone calls them out, they go, “I didn’t say anything!” 

When people who have Mercury in the 8th house become obsessed about something, they will never shut up about it. Just when you think you’ve managed to steer conversation into a new direction, they will find a way to bring up whatever topic is plaguing their mind. 

Pluto in Sagittarius generation is so self-righteous. Everyone is overly aggressive with their opinions, everyone thinks they’re right, and everyone is under the impression that we’re going to be these revolutionary radicals who will serve justice to those oppressed when most spend their time on the internet trying to cancel people. Like seriously we get so heated over nothing sometimes. I think that's because this generation really struggles with misdirected passion. I’m excited for these Pluto in Aquarius babies tho 

Aries Moons and their temper tantrums, that's all. 

People who have their Mars in Taurus will destroy things when they get angry, literally like a raging bull. They make a mess and fling things around, like what is that accomplishing?? And then afterwards they clean it up like nothing ever happened. 

The uncomfortable look on a Gemini Moon's face when someone starts to cry, they wanna leave asap and are looking for the nearest exit. 

Leos will cry, scream, and throw a fit over their hair. DO NOT MESS WITH THEIR HAIR. It's the one quality they like about themselves. A bad haircut or color treatment will have them SPIRALING. Like a serious identity crisis. They die inside when someone goes, “It's just hair, it will grow back.” 

Mercury Libras and the lies they spread! They lie about the smallest things and it's usually in an effort to people-please. 

People with their Mars in Sagittarius are psychos when they're mad. They lack the foresight to see how they’re putting themselves and others in danger. I’d say they are the most likely to carry out some form of revenge.

If you’re dealing with someone who has their Venus in the 8th house, make sure to establish some firm boundaries. They will just keep taking if you let them.

Venus 11th housers cause so much drama every time they develop feelings for one of their friends, I never seen this not cause tension within a friend group. 

12th house stelliums and the way they always maintain distance, and everytime you get too close they pull back, actually super frustrating. Also the silent treatments they pull! They’re not even doing it to punish, they're just doing it because they’re uncomfortable, but it still ends up feeling like a punishment for the other person.  

Mercury in Taurus individuals are sometimes too blunt. I honestly really love this quality hehe, but I have to admit they’ve offended me just by pointing out the obvious. 

Aries 11th housers always feel like they’re in competition with their friends. 

Moon Trine Uranus and crying at the most unexpected things. I have this friend that I’ve known since middle school, never saw her cry once. Even when we graduated and said our goodbyes for college, nothing. Then a year later, we were watching the finale for Euphoria together, and this girl started bawling at the end. I was like out of all the things to make you cry this is it?? Haha, I love her. 

The Pluto in Virgo generation hands out criticisms left and right. If my friend's parents had this placement, I always felt like they were judging me. 

Capricorns and their obsession with money, and also how they fail to realize that not everyone else is driven by monetary gains. 

Aquarius’s love to act like their egos aren’t big. The only reason why Leos get checked more on this is because of their bold sense of expression. 

[chuck-the-goon]

I've been playing around with the idea that maybe Armand subconsciously wanted an out from his relationship with Louis. We know that Armand isn't very good at instigating change himself; an example of this was using Lestat to reform his coven because it wouldn't be believable coming from him that the old ways weren't working (the same thing happened with Louis in Paris and Louis was trying to offer Armand a way to change the coven dynamics). And I think he did the same thing by letting Daniel interview Louis; Armand must have known how skilled Daniel had become in his work as a journalist, and would leave no stone unturned, and yet Armand let the interview happen. Yes he didn't like Louis telling his story again, but being a powerful five hundred year old vampire, with a gift for editing memories, he could have easily put a stop to all of it, right from the beginning. But he let someone with an unbiased perspective into their lives, call the shots and tell it how it is, and the big lie Armand has carefully hidden and coveted, came out.

The look Armand gave Daniel before he chased after Louis was one of incredulity, but I saw a hint of resignation there too, anger was the weakest emotion shown. And on top of all of that, Armand could have easily kept track of Daniel's mind and thought process throughout the entire interview, and again, had every chance to stop him, but he didn't.

Daniel in the 70's became a test to the durability of Armand and Louis's relationship, and played the same role this time around. And in the 70's even when Louis tried to convince Armand that Lestat was nothing more to him than his maker, it was clear that Louis was lying to himself and Armand knew this (again probably subconsciously if not outright).

So to sum up everything, Armand let Daniel destroy his companionship because he couldn't do it himself, and he needed it to hit home hard because if he argued that Louis loved Lestat more than him, Louis would lie to himself again (and Armand) and they would be stuck in the same unsatisfying relationship. (This is probably a little far fetched, Armand is good at directing and manipulating people, but to have planned and orchestrated the destruction of his relationship from the beginning is rather unlikely, but it's food for thought that he had so many opportunities to save his seventy seven year relationship, but didn't)

[willowser]

i have been in the anti-gojo coalition server for one (1) hour and this is what it has done to me. nerd gojo. EDIT TO SAY: OH MY GOD PHYSICS PROF GOJO !!

the physics professor grades papers in the campus library. way too late.

you're only there until nine, but gojo satoru always comes strolling through the doors sometime after seven with his book bag and sleek laptop, looking entirely too excited to care about quantum field theory. you suppose he always looks like that, though, especially in his classroom, in front of a whiteboard while droning on and on about infinities.

almost immediately after he sits down, he covers the entire surface of the table closest to the front (closest to you) with his belongings; blue and red sharpies, coffee from the shop around the corner, stacks upon stacks of paper. he even hums to himself — in a library — like he's just having the darndest time taking up all of yours.

it would be a lie to say it isn't amusing, though, even on nights like tonight. outside it's storming, albeit quietly, and the day has taken all it could from you; watching him with sleepy eyes as he mutters to himself is — cute, no matter how late it's getting.

"i have a question, professor,"

you're the only two left in the library at such an hour, but he still looks up with raised eyebrows, as if you could be talking to someone else. his grin spreads across his face slowly once he realizes, like a balm.

"and i have an answer."

you snort, tired and amused, when he wiggles his eyebrows. "is it possible for hours to sneak into the day? because it really feels like it's been more than eight today."

"hmm," he makes a show of thinking, tapping his pen against his pursed lips as if he really has to. you know he's full of it, though, because he's only twenty-eight and has more accolades than some of the oldest instructors. "each hour of the day corresponds to a specific duration based on earth's rotation and its orbital motion around the sun." he shrugs, smile dropping the more serious he gets, and — you kind of wish you wouldn't have asked, because you're too tired for this. "time dilation is a thing, but that's more...changes in the perception of time because of differences in realtive—"

gojo suddenly stops, and you can see the quick cut of his eyes over his glasses as he looks at you. when you raise a single eyebrow at him, he sticks out his tongue and blows a long raspberry, before turning to hunch back over his laptop.

"uh," he lets out a quick laugh and taps his pen against his forehead, a little aggressively. "short answer, no!"

and — you're sleepy. tired. the mascara you'd put on today is almost all dried out and flaking off underneath your eyes, you can hear the comfort of some sweatpants and your bed calling your name, but — gojo fiddles with the hair at the nape of his neck, angling his head away from you. embarrassed, maybe.

despite the heaviness to your eyes and the 9: 02 PM that shines in the corner of your computer screen, you ask,

"well, what's the long answer?"

his head snaps up to you again, but he doesn't respond, only watches with parted lips; the smartest man you've ever met needing a hint.

you glance towards the windows, the dark storm beyond them, before sending him a smile that spreads to his own face. "i think we might be here a while with the rain, if you wanna tell me."

he shakes his head at you and lightly clicks his tongue against his teeth, almost like he's disappointed, before reaching into his bag to pull out an umbrella. "should have checked the radar! though i'm happy to share, if you'd like." and despite how much of a dork you think he is, the little wink he sends you over his glasses has your tummy flipping.

but he's still — not getting it.

"satoru," you say, quietly, shaking your head when his playful expression drops and his cheeks turn a little rosy under the fluorescence. "sit here with me and tell me all about time, would you?"

you can see the gears turning in his big, fat brain, and another laugh slips out of him, light and yet full of nerves. after a moment, he runs a hand over his face, takes his glasses off to rub at his eyes, like he's tired, too.

but then he's blinking at you, excited, and you wonder if his eyes have always been so bright.

"well, time is a fundamental dimension in the universe..."

[alinawritess]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 ❀ | Rewrite

❀ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. Vinnie Hacker x fem!reader x Matt Sturniolo

❀ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬. Four years ago, Vinnie and you, were once deeply in love, but had to part ways as both your skyrocketing careers in Hollywood and LA strained your long-distance relationship. The breakup was heartbreaking, leaving Vinnie with unresolved feelings. Now, at a glamorous Hollywood party, he unexpectedly encounters you, his former flame, who is now with the charismatic YouTube star Matt Sturniolo. As old emotions resurface, their polite yet charged interaction hints at unresolved tension and nostalgia.

❀ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭. 7.4k

❀ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬). Heartbreak┆︎ Emotional Distress ┆︎ Long-Distance Relationship Challenges ┆︎ Regret┆︎ Unresolved Feelings ┆︎ Nostalgia┆︎ Emotional Vulnerability┆︎ No Use of Y/N.

❀ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞. I actually decided to read this and edit it, hope you like it (I didn't write seven THOUSAND words for no reason) <3

𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐀𝐠𝐨

Vinnie and you had been together for two wonderful years, just starting out in the influencer industry. Nobody really knew you two were dating; it was something private, a decision both of you had made. People and fans knew you were both seeing someone, but they just didn't know who. Your relationship felt like a perfect fit, filled with love and understanding.

Today, as you come through the apartment doors, exhaustion is written all over your face after a long day of practicing your lines for your upcoming movie. The filming is in Hollywood, and you haven't figured out how to tell your beloved partner that maybe you should take a break while you're filming. After all, he had his days where he seemed busy too. To say that your relationship was perfect would be a lie; recently, both of you had been busy with your hectic schedules, barely having time for one another.

As you walk through the door of your shared apartment, Vinnie looks up upon hearing it open.

"Hi, love," he greets you with a smile.

"Hi, Mr. Hacker," you say, playfully using the new nickname you made up for him.

Vinnie chuckles warmly, the sound of his laughter filling the room.

"Mr. Hacker? Oh, is that what we're going with now?" he teased, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. He leaned against the wall, his arms crossing over his chest, his gaze fixated on you, his smile widening.

Vinnie chuckles. "That's a new nickname. Not really your style to be calling me by nicknames," he adds.

He walks up to you and gently wraps his arms around your sides, but you pull back slightly.

"Do you hate it?" you tease lightly.

He shakes his head, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He pulls you close again, not letting you pull away this time.

"No, not at all. I quite like it," he murmurs, his voice soft and low. His hands rest on your hips, his fingers gently massaging small circles into them.

He notices your initial attempt to pull away, his smirk turning into a quizzical expression. "Is everything okay?" he asks, sensing something amiss. Seeing your hands fidget and sensing your distracted thoughts, he truly knew how to read you like an open book, understanding your every emotion.

"We need to talk," you say, slipping from his embrace.

His smirk fades instantly once you say those words. That phrase, "We need to talk," had a reputation for never indicating anything good. Vinnie instinctively tenses; his mind begins to wonder if anything is wrong with you and your relationship.

He looks at you for a moment, noting the way you slipped from his grasp. A pang of anxiety washes over him, but he tries to keep his face calm.

"Okay," he starts, his voice steady despite the flutter of worry that is coursing through his veins. "What is it that you want to talk about?"

"I feel like we're not on the same page in life as we used to be," you say, your voice tinged with concern.

Those words hit Vinnie like a punch in the gut. He takes a step back, his eyes searching your face, trying to read your emotions. He knew this conversation was coming, but that didn't make it any easier to hear.

His hands clench into fists subconsciously, his knuckles turning white.

"What do you mean we're not on the same page?" he asked, his voice laced with a hint of defensiveness.

"You've been pretty distant with band things and photoshoots," you explain, "and I guess we only see each other once or twice a week. None of us have even brought it up; it's like we don't care that our schedules mess our relationship up and we don't even try to fix it or talk about it. Every time we do see each other, we just act like we're some perfect couple, like nothing's tearing us apart beneath the surface."

Vinnie listens, his expression growing more solemn with each word you speak. Your words strike at something deep within him, a truth that he has been trying to ignore.

He looks down at his hands, fingers clenching and unclenching as he absorbs your words. A muscle in his jaw tenses as he grapples with the reality of what you're saying.

"I didn't realize it was affecting us that badly," he admits, finally looking back up at you. "I guess I just... I don't know. I thought we were handling things, you know?"

"It's fine," you reassure him. "I'm not saying stop chasing your dreams. Go for it. But what if we took a break?"

Vinnie's gaze hardened a bit at the mention of the word "break." The fear of losing you crept into his heart, and it showed on his face. However, he tried to keep his voice calm.

"A break...?" he echoed, the word feeling heavy on his tongue.

He takes a step forward, his eyes locking with yours. There's a mixture of panic and pleading in his gaze. "You... You mean break up...?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, afraid of what the answer might be.

"Yeah..." you say. "You know, maybe try things, chase our dreams."

His heart sinks upon hearing your answer. He had hoped that you weren't referring to a break-up, but now the reality of the situation was setting in.

Vinnie takes a step back, running a hand through his hair in frustration. There's a mix of shock and hurt in his eyes.

"Chase our dreams...?" he repeats, the words tasting bitter on his tongue. He walks around the kitchen island and sits on one of the stools, resting his elbows on the countertop and burying his face in his hands.

"Is that what you really want?" he asks, his voice muffled.

"Kinda," you admit. "Maybe you'll finally be the model or singer you want to be. Maybe your band will finally hit the top 100 charts, maybe even number one. And maybe, just maybe, I can be on TV."

Vinnie sighs, his shoulders growing heavy with the weight of your words. A part of him wanted to argue, to defend the dreams he's been chasing for years, but the look on your face told him you were serious about this.

He looks up, his gaze falling on you, his expression a mixture of sadness and resignation.

"So this is... This is really happening, then?" he asks quietly. "We're ending this. Is that what you're saying?"

"I suppose, I mean the truth is we've been so distant from each other. We barely have enough time for this relationship," you explain. "I'm going to be in Hollywood for a while for my upcoming movie, and you're going to be in LA. Is it truly going to work?"

Vinnie's hands grip the edge of the countertop tightly, his knuckles turning white. A pang of regret stabs through his heart as he lets the news sink in.

"Hollywood..." he murmurs, his voice barely audible.

He looks back up at you, his gaze searching. "For how long will you be in Hollywood?" he asks, dreading the answer.

"I really don't know," you say.

The uncertainty in your voice only worsens the knot tightening in Vinnie's stomach.

"Not knowing for sure...?" he repeats, his voice filled with both frustration and fear. His grip on the countertop tightens even more.

He stares at you for a few moments, his mind racing with thoughts. Then, he lets out a frustrated sigh and stands up, pacing around the kitchen.

"And what about us? What happens to us?" he asks, his voice tinged with desperation.

"I don't know, Vinnie," you admit, tears welling up in your own eyes. "I don't know what the future holds. I know because of this movie role, I'm going to be away for a long time."

Vinnie stops pacing when he hears the tears in your voice. His heart aches, and he wants nothing more than to hold you in his arms, to tell you that things will work out, but the truth is, he doesn't know either.

He looks at you, his own eyes damp with unshed tears. "It's not just about you being away," he says quietly. "It's about us being so detached from each other lately. We barely spend time together, and when we do, it just doesn't feel the same."

You say nothing, unsure how to respond, biting on your nails.

The silence that hangs in the air is deafening. Vinnie doesn't say anything either, watching you as you bite your nails, a nervous habit you've always had. It breaks his heart even more to see the uncertainty on your face.

He takes a step closer to you, his voice softer than before. "You see it too, right? That something is wrong with us?" he asks, hope and despair mixing in his voice.

"Yeah..." you hesitate.

The confirmation that you agree hits Vinnie like another blow. Even though he knew deep down, hearing you say it out loud somehow makes it more real.

He reaches out to touch your arm gently, his fingers tracing a small circle on your skin.

"I never wanted this, you know that, right?" he whispers, his voice filled with a mixture of sorrow and anger. "I never wanted us to grow apart like this."

"I mean I understand why we've just been doing our own thing for a while, for so long. I mean we met in high school and never expected the fame we have to grow."

Vinnie nods silently, his gaze dropping to the floor. He knows exactly what you're saying. The fame and success you've both achieved were beyond anything either of you could have imagined.

He lifts his head back up and looks at you, his expression a mix of pain and resignation. "It's like we've been so focused on chasing our dreams, we forgot to keep dreaming together," he says softly.

Those words hang heavy in the air. Vinnie feels a pang of guilt wash over him. You both chased after your dreams, but somehow you lost sight of the one dream you had together.

He takes a small step forward, his hand instinctively reaching out to touch yours. "We can't change the past," he murmurs, "but is there no way we can salvage our future?"

"If I come back and we both have the same feelings for one another, maybe we could be... maybe," you suggest tentatively.

Vinnie's heart skips a beat at your words. A glimmer of hope sparks within him, a tiny flicker of possibility.

He lets out a shaky breath, his fingers gripping yours tighter. "Maybe..." he repeats softly, as if the word would vanish if he spoke it too loud.

He steps forward again, closing the distance between you. His other hand reaches up to cup your face gently. "But you're going to be gone for so long..." he whispers, the words catching in his throat.

"How about a hug? A kiss would feel too intimate, don't you think?" you suggest.

Vinnie nods, understanding the sentiment. He'd love nothing more than to pull you into a tight embrace, to hold you close and whisper reassurances in your ear. But you're right, a kiss would feel too intimate, too final.

He pulls you into a hug, wrapping his arms around you tightly. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent.

"I'm sorry," you say softly, tears streaming down your face.

Vinnie feels you shivering in his arms, the sound of your muffled sobs breaking his heart. His own chest tightens, his own tears threatening to fall.

He leans his head against yours, his arms holding you even tighter. "It's okay, love," he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. "I'm sorry too."

"I loved you so much, and I hope you find everything you're looking for too."

Vinnie's grip on you becomes even tighter, his body trembling from the weight of your words. Hearing you speak in the past tense about how you love him is like a dagger to his heart.

He pulls back slightly so he can look into your tear-filled eyes. "I loved you too," he replies, his voice cracking slightly, "And I always will. I wish... I wish we could have found everything together."

"I wish we could've too, but I don't think we can."

With those words, something in Vinnie shatters. He's holding onto you, but he feels like he's falling apart.

He swallows the lump in his throat, desperately trying to keep his emotions in check, but a tear escapes, rolling down his cheek. "We had so many dreams together," he murmurs, his voice breaking. "And now... now we're just letting them all go?"

Eventually, you release him, your expression a mix of sadness and acceptance.

Vinnie feels the moment your arms loosen around him, the moment you let go. It feels like you're slipping away, and he knows he can't stop it.

His hands drop to his sides, empty now that they're not holding you. He looks at you, taking in the mix of sadness and acceptance on your face. It's in that moment that he finally understands it's really happening.

"This is goodbye, isn't it?" he asks quietly, his voice shaking ever so slightly.

"I guess it is, Vincent."

Those words feel like a punch to the gut. Hearing you say his name, but in a way that feels so distant, so final, is almost unbearable.

He nods slightly, his eyes falling to the ground. The lump in his throat grows larger, threatening to choke him.

"Goodbye..." he whispers, the word tasting like bile on his tongue.

"Goodbye, Vin," you say softly.

He nods again, unable to form any words. Saying goodbye to you feels like the hardest thing he's ever done. His heart is heavy, a mixture of sorrow, regret, and disbelief washing over him.

As you start to walk away, Vinnie's hand twitches, instinct telling him to reach out and pull you back. But he doesn't. Instead, he stands there, rooted to the spot, watching you walk out of his life.

You slowly walk towards the door and open it, pausing for a moment to look back at him one final time. Your tear-filled eyes meet his for a few seconds before you step out the door, disappearing into the unknown.

After you leave, the apartment falls eerily silent. The absence of your voice, your footsteps, your presence is deafening.

Vinnie stands in the middle of the living room, his gaze fixed on the empty space you left behind. It feels surreal, like he's in a nightmare from which he can't wake up.

Then the realization of your absence hits him like a ton of bricks. You're gone, and he's alone. A strangled noise escapes his throat, somewhere between a gasp and a sob.

Days turn into weeks, and the silence in the apartment only grows louder. Vinnie feels like he's living on autopilot, going through the motions of his daily routine but with a huge part of him missing.

His nights are filled with sleeplessness as he stares at the empty space beside him in the bed. The pillow still holds the faint scent of your hair, and it both comforts and tortures him.

He tries to distract himself with work, with the band, with anything he can think of. But nothing seems to fill the void left by your absence. The silence in the apartment is maddening, the space feels empty and cold without you.

Vinnie's thoughts are constantly haunted by memories of you, the way you used to laugh, the way you used to smile, the way you used to make him feel. It's as if you're everywhere and nowhere at once, a constant reminder of what he's lost.

The apartment, once a warm and lively space filled with love and laughter, now feels like a hollow shell. The photos on the walls, the little mementos of your time together, they all feel like ghosts of a past he can't seem to let go of.

Vinnie spends countless hours staring at his phone, hoping to see a message from you, a sign that maybe you're thinking about him too. But the screen remains stubbornly blank, a silent testament to the distance growing between you.

Every day feels like a struggle, a battle against the gnawing emptiness that threatens to consume him. He pours himself into his work, hoping to drown out the pain with music and the camaraderie of his bandmates. But even the thrill of performing, something that used to bring him so much joy, now feels hollow without you by his side.

As the weeks turn into months, Vinnie begins to accept the reality of your absence. The pain doesn't lessen, but it becomes a part of him, a constant ache that he learns to live with. He knows he can't hold onto the past forever, but letting go of you feels like letting go of a part of himself.

The dreams you shared, the future you once envisioned together, they all feel like distant memories now. But despite the pain, Vinnie holds onto the hope that maybe, someday, your paths will cross again. Maybe you'll find your way back to each other, and maybe, just maybe, you'll find that the love you once shared is still there, waiting to be rekindled.

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐃𝐚𝐲

Four years had passed since you and Vinnie had gone your separate ways, but the memories of your time together still lingered like ghosts from the past. You found yourself at a lavish Hollywood party, surrounded by the elite and celebrities, trying to navigate through the crowd with Matt Sturniolo, your new boyfriend. Matt was introducing you to various people, his hand possessively on your back as you made your way through the throng.

Amidst the glamorous chaos, you spotted a familiar face—the one you thought you'd never see again. Vinnie stood out among the Hollywood elite, his charismatic presence and undeniable good looks drawing attention wherever he went. He was surrounded by people, laughing at his jokes and eagerly listening to his stories. It was clear he was thriving in the industry.

As if sensing your gaze, Vinnie glanced up and briefly met your eyes. For a moment, time seemed to freeze as memories flooded your mind. But all too quickly, he tore his gaze away and continued chatting with his entourage, as if nothing had happened.

The room suddenly felt smaller, the air thicker, as your eyes met Vinnie's across the crowded party. The sight of him caught you off guard, a flood of memories and emotions surging through you.

For those few seconds, it was as if time had regressed, and you were back to all those moments you had shared together. But as quickly as the connection had been made, Vinnie looked away, leaving you bewildered and disoriented.

Matt's hand was on your waist, a subtle but possessive gesture that grounded you back in reality. However, you couldn't help but steal furtive glances at Vinnie.

You tried to focus on the conversations around you, but your thoughts kept drifting back to Vinnie. He was now fully engaged in another conversation, his laughter ringing out loudly across the room.

Matt's arm around your waist tightened slightly, as if sensing your distraction. He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear, "Everything okay, baby?" he asked, his voice laced with a hint of possessiveness.

"I'm fine," you smiled at him as he led you across the crowd, introducing you to his friends. But then Matt brought you in front of Vinnie, and you had to muster all your strength to act as if this was your first time meeting. Your eyes locked onto Vinnie's, and you could see a flicker of recognition in his gaze, but he played along.

Vinnie's heart skipped a beat as Matt guided you towards him. He was acutely aware of your presence, the scent of your perfume bringing back a flood of memories. He hoped his poker face was holding up.

Once you were standing in front of him, Vinnie plastered on a casual smile, acting as if he hadn't recognized you. His eyes met yours, and for a moment, he felt as if the world around them had vanished.

"Hey, nice to meet you," Vinnie said smoothly, offering a polite smile and extending his hand for a handshake.

You politely declined Vinnie's handshake, keeping your hand firmly clasped with Matt's as he introduced you as his girlfriend. Vinnie glanced at your intertwined hands, a subtle flicker of disappointment crossing his face before he quickly masked it with a neutral expression.

The sight of you rejecting his handshake stung a little, but Vinnie kept his composure. The fact that you were there with another man, holding his hand and introducing yourself as his girlfriend, was like a dagger to his heart.

He tried not to let his disappointment show, but he couldn't help the pang of jealousy that coiled in his gut as he watched you and Matt together. He forced a nonchalant smile, pretending that your presence didn't affect him.

"Ah, got yourself a nice catch, Matt," Vinnie joked, his voice casual but his eyes betraying a hint of envy. He gave Matt's hand a firm shake before turning his attention to you. "Congratulations to you both."

Matt chuckled at Vinnie's compliment, appreciating his words. But Vinnie's eyes betrayed the true feelings lurking beneath his casual demeanor. He couldn't help but feel a pang of envy as he looked at you by Matt's side.

His gaze flicked back to you as he offered his congratulations, watching the way you interacted with Matt, noting the subtle touches and exchanged smiles between you two.

The conversation continued, but Vinnie found himself stealing glances at you whenever he could. The way you smiled at Matt, the way you held his hand, it all made him ache in a way he didn't expect.

He tried to engage in the conversation, to focus on what Matt was saying, but his mind kept wandering back to you. To the time when you were his, when he was the one making you smile and holding your hand.

Every so often, he would catch you looking at him, your gaze darting away just as quickly. Those brief moments of eye contact felt both exhilarating and painful. Vinnie tried to push down the rush of memories and emotions, to act nonchalant, but the more time passed, the harder it became.

The conversations around them continued, but Vinnie's thoughts were consumed by the what-ifs and the lingering memories of your relationship.

Matt turned to Vinnie and asked, "So, have you found yourself a special someone yet, Vinnie?"

Vinnie chuckled, a bit awkwardly, as Matt brought up the topic. He knew the question was coming, but he still didn't know how to respond. He glanced at you and Matt, trying to keep his expression casual.

"Nah, not yet," he replied, running a hand through his hair. "Haven't found the right one, I guess." He tried to sound nonchalant, but deep down, he knew exactly who he was thinking about when he said that.

"Ever did?" Matt asked.

"Once," Vinnie replied, his voice a little rougher than intended. His gaze involuntarily flitted over to you, his eyes meeting yours for a brief moment before he looked back at Matt. "But it didn't work out."

He knew he was giving away a piece of himself in that moment, but he couldn't help it.

"We had something special, but life took us down different paths. Sometimes, I wonder if what we had could've been something more."

"What happened?" Matt asked, as you looked away, clenching your hand tighter around Matt's.

Vinnie's gaze lingered on you for a moment longer before he turned back to Matt. The words came out of his mouth automatically, the emotions behind them still raw.

"We were young and ambitious," he said with a shrug, trying to sound indifferent. "We wanted different things from life, from our careers. And we grew apart. It was inevitable, really."

He could feel your eyes on him, even though he couldn't bring himself to look at you directly.

But deep down, Vinnie knew it wasn't that simple. There were a million reasons why you two had grown apart, a million moments where things could have gone differently. But the reality was that you had gone your separate ways.

He clenched his jaw, fighting back the urge to confess everything that was going through his mind at that moment. To pour out his heart and lay bare all the feelings he still harbored for you.

"So, did you find what you were searching for, and did you ever see her again?" Matt asked.

Vinnie let out a bitter laugh, the sound hollow to his own ears. "Yeah, I found success in my career, but that's about it. As for seeing her again..."

He couldn't help but glance at you again, his heart clenching as he took in the sight of you with Matt.

"No, I haven't," he said quietly. "Life has a way of keeping people apart, I guess..."

The conversation between Matt and Vinnie continued, but Vinnie's mind was elsewhere. He couldn't focus on the words being said; all he could think about was you.

His eyes kept returning to you, drawn like a magnet. He watched the way you smiled at Matt, the way you held his hand, and a pang of jealousy shot through him each time.

"It was nice chatting with you both," Vinnie said, his tone laced with a hint of sorrow mixed with acceptance. "Enjoy the party."

Matt nodded in agreement, expressing his parting greetings as well, and gently led you away to find a quieter spot for that much-needed breather. As you walked away, Vinnie found himself lost in his thoughts, unable to shake off the bittersweet memories of what once was. He took a deep breath and pushed the past aside, plastering a smile on his face as he turned back to the party, trying to revel in the present instead.

The rest of the evening passed by in a blur for Vinnie, his mind preoccupied with the unexpected encounter. Seeing you with another man stirred up a myriad of emotions within him, forcing him to confront the lingering feelings he still harbored deep down. He tried to engage in conversations and interactions, but his thoughts kept drifting back to you, the one who once loved him. As the party drew to a close, Vinnie felt a sense of relief mixed with a bittersweet tinge. He knew that seeing you tonight had only served to reopen old wounds. As he made his way out of the venue, he couldn't help but wonder if fate would ever bring the two of you together again.

Sitting on the steps in your black dress, you wondered what was taking Matt so long. He had told you to meet him outside, but he still hadn’t appeared. You contemplated whether you should go back into the party and search for him. As you waited for the boy you thought you loved, you realized this was the first time in a long while that you had some alone time.

You didn’t expect to see Vinnie today, let alone talk to him. It had been four years since you’d last seen him, and he still looked as handsome as ever. You tried to push the thought away, reminding yourself that you had a boyfriend—a good boyfriend, at least in front of everyone. But thinking about it, today marked your third fight just this week. Earlier, you had found out Matt was texting Madison Beer, a singer you were good friends with. You didn’t think Matt knew her too.

Even though you had your doubts, it wasn’t like he hadn’t had female friends in the past, and it wasn’t like you were completely honest about who your friends were either. On the surface, you and Matt appeared happy, but in reality, everything was crashing down around you. Things were going wrong in your relationship, and the passion and spark you once had for your acting career felt like they were being extinguished.

As you sat there, lost in your thoughts, you looked up from the steps. There he was, looking down at you—Vinnie, an old love. The sight of him sent a jolt through you, stirring up a mix of emotions you had buried long ago

"Hey," he greeted softly, his voice tinged with both warmth and hesitation. "Mind if I join you?"

Your heart skipped a beat at the sound of that familiar voice, stirring up a mixture of emotions within you. The memories of what used to be flooded your mind as you looked up, seeing Vinnie standing there, looking down at you.

You hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to respond. "Go ahead," you replied, a hint of bitterness in your voice. "It's not like my boyfriend is anywhere, and it's not like the spot's reserved."

Vinnie nodded, sensing the underlying resentment in your words. He took a seat next to you on the steps, keeping a polite distance as usual.

The silence between you grew heavy, filled with unspoken words and unresolved tension. His gaze lingered on your face, taking in the familiar features he had once loved. "It's nice out here," he commented softly, before adding, "Not much of a party person, are you?"

"Never was, even with you," you replied, a wistful tone in your voice. "But neither were you."

Vinnie chuckled quietly, a hint of nostalgia in his expression. "Yeah, I guess you're right. We always preferred quieter company, didn't we?"

He paused, a beat of silence passing between you two. "I remember those nights we used to spend, just the two of us, talking away till sunrise."

"Yeah..." you said as forgotten memories washed all over you.

As the memories washed over him, Vinnie felt a pang of nostalgia in his chest. He missed those nights, those moments of closeness and understanding.

"I guess some things never change. Neither of us was meant for the Hollywood spotlight."

"I don't know about you, but I look great on the big screen," you said, trying to inject some lightness into the conversation.

Vinnie chuckled again, appreciating the attempt to lighten the mood. "Yeah, you certainly do. You shine brighter than any star in this town. It suits you. I always knew you were destined for greatness."

His words were sincere, free of any hint of sarcasm or irony. He knew it was a compliment you deserved, even if you now belonged to someone else.

"Even if it caused our relationship to end," you said quietly, your voice tinged with regret.

Vinnie's expression softened as he heard your words. Despite everything that had happened between you two, the regret in your voice tugged at his heartstrings.

He drew in a deep breath, trying to find the right words. "It wasn't just your career that caused the end, you know that, right?"

"It still took a toll on our relationship, on both of us. We had different dreams, different paths. Sometimes, I wonder what would have been if we had chosen differently. Sometimes I wonder if it would have been better if we had ordinary jobs, like everyone else in the world," you added, a wistful tone in your voice.

Vinnie let out a bitter laugh, his gaze fixed on the night sky above.

"Ordinary jobs, huh? Sometimes, I think about that, too," he admitted, his voice laced with a hint of envy for that simpler life.

He turned to look at you, the light from the party casting a soft glow over your face.

"But we were never ordinary, were we?"

"I guess. But just imagine the two of us, living life without the fame and the busy schedules, it would've been simpler, but who knows, maybe things happen for a reason."

Vinnie sighed, the reality of your words sinking in.

"Maybe," he mumbled, his gaze drifting back up to the night sky. "Maybe life had a different plan for us."

For a moment, the two of you sat in silence, lost in your thoughts. Then Vinnie spoke up again, breaking the quiet.

"Do you ever think about... us?"

"You mean what we would be doing instead of attending this party right now, like if we were to go back before the fame, like four years ago? Fighting over either Attack on Titan or Sailor Moon?" you mused.

Vinnie chuckled, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. The mention of your old arguments brought back memories of lighter times, when the biggest fights you had were over anime preferences.

"Yeah, something like that," he responded, his eyes still fixed on the horizon. A beat of silence passed between you two before he spoke up again.

"Do... Do you ever wonder if being apart was the right decision? If things could have worked out differently if we had..." He trailed off, leaving the question hanging in the air.

"Sometimes," you said softly, not entirely convinced. "Though I'm surprised there's no lovely woman by your side tonight."

Vinnie chuckled awkwardly, a hint of embarrassment crossing his features. "Ah, yeah... about that."

He ran a hand through his hair, avoiding your gaze.

"Dating scene's not exactly my thing," he admitted, a tinge of sheepishness in his voice. "I'm too focused on my career, I suppose."

He glanced at you, a trace of vulnerability in his eyes. "Not like you, with your Matt."

"You could have any woman you want, Vin," you joked, feigning confidence. "But I guess you're always just waiting for the right one to come along. Someone who appreciates the real you, not just the celebrity persona."

Vinnie's expression softened as he observed you, the playful tone in your voice hinting at insecurity beneath.

"That's what everyone says," he replied, a sad smile on his face. "But finding someone who really gets you, it's not as easy as it sounds."

He paused for a moment, his eyes searching your face. "You... you seem happy with him."

The words were a statement rather than a question, as if the truth was evident in the way you spoke about Matt.

"You mean the anime nerd behind all that mystery," you teased, a hint of a smile playing on your lips.

A genuine smile spread across his face at your words. He couldn't help but be charmed by your ability to bring out the lighter side of him, even in moments like this.

"Yeah, that anime nerd," he replied, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "The one who could argue for hours about which anime character could beat up the other."

Vinnie grinned wider, his eyes lighting up as the nostalgia washed over him. "Yeah, those endless debates over which anime is the best," he mused. "You and your love for Sailor Moon, and me passionately defending Attack on Titan. It was always a tie between us, wasn't it?"

"I don’t know, I feel like I won most of those rounds," you said with a playful challenge.

Vinnie chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Ah, so you're still claiming victory, huh? Typical," he teased, raising an eyebrow at your declaration. "I seem to recall a few decisive wins on my end, but I guess our memory is selective when it benefits us."

Vinnie chuckled softly, his eyes gleaming with playful mischief. "Maybe you won a few, but I still hold my ground that Attack on Titan is the superior anime," he quipped, a hint of a challenge in his voice. "I mean, come on, the story, the characters, the action – it's just unbeatable!"

"Come on, like you didn't drool over Captain Levi every time he was on the screen," Vinnie teased.

"Levi Ackerman, huh? Can't blame me there," you admitted, a playful shrug. "He's a hot badass, for sure. But let's be real, even he couldn't steal me away from you."

Vinnie's heart skipped a beat when you mentioned Levi. He couldn't deny the attractiveness of the character, but there was something about the way you talked about Levi that made a pang of jealousy flare up within him.

He chuckled, trying to brush off the feeling with a light-hearted remark. "Ah yes, the infamous Levi Ackerman. The heartthrob of the anime world. But let's not forget who gave you those endless debates and sleepless nights, arguing about the pros and cons of Titan shifting versus magical girl transformations."

"You still jealous?"

Vinnie's eyes widened slightly at your comment. Caught off guard, he attempted to play it cool, shrugging nonchalantly.

"Jealous? Pfft, me? Come on, who do you think I am?" he replied, trying to mask the truth with a casual laugh.

But deep down, he couldn't deny the pang of jealousy that tugged at his heart when you spoke so affectionately about Levi.

The light-hearted mood shifted suddenly as Matt's voice interjected, "Steal who from who?" cutting through the conversation like a gust of cold wind. Vinnie turned to face Matt, a flicker of surprise crossing his features.

"Baby, what took you so long?" you asked Matt, kissing him on the cheek as he pulled you closer to him.

Matt's presence was an unwelcome intrusion on the conversation between you and Vinnie. Vinnie's gaze shifted to Matt, taking in the sight of him holding you close. The pang of jealousy he felt earlier intensified, but he tried to mask it with a polite smile.

"Ah, you know how it is," Matt replied, wrapping an arm possessively around your waist. "Just got caught up in some party chit-chat. But I'm here now."

Vinnie watched as you kissed Matt, a whirlwind of emotions stirring within him. He forced a strained smile, his eyes betraying a hint of jealousy and longing hidden beneath the surface.

"So, what were you talking about?" Matt asked.

Vinnie tried to collect himself, composing his expression as best as possible. "Oh, we were just reminiscing about the old days," he said, his voice strained. "Back when we used to have those arguments about anime."

He couldn't help but steal a glance in your direction, taking in the sight of you wrapped in Matt's embrace. The pang of jealousy flared up inside him once more, making his heart ache.

"Reminiscing about the old days," Matt said. "Didn't know you knew my girlfriend so well, hacker."

Vinnie's irritation flared up at Matt's casual comment. He clenched his jaw, trying to keep his cool, but the jealousy was eating away at him.

"Ah, well, we go way back," he retorted, a forced smile on his face. "Used to be pretty close, her and I. Before..." he trailed off, unsure of how to finish the sentence.

"Before?" Matt asked, his tone more curious than confrontational.

"Before we graduated high school," you interjected, looking at Vinnie in a pleading way. He could see you hadn't gotten to tell Matt about your relationship.

Matt looked confused, still remembering that you went to a girls-only school. He didn't say a thing, but his confused and we-will-talk-about-it-later look, even though brief, was noticeable to you.

Vinnie caught the pleading look in your eyes, realizing the unspoken plea to keep quiet about your past relationship. He clenched his jaw, biting back the words that almost slipped out.

"Yeah, before high school," he repeated, his voice strained. "Just lost touch after graduation, y'know how it is."

"So, how's the industry treating you, Matt? Any exciting projects coming up?" Vinnie asked, changing the subject.

Matt launched into a detailed explanation about his YouTube channel and the one he shared with his triplet brothers, Nick and Chris, who appeared behind him. Chris gave you a pat on the shoulder, commenting on how lit the party was, joking that you'd be his sister-in-law soon if you kept up your relationship with his brother.

Vinnie's smile grew more strained as Chris appeared out of nowhere, adding to the tension in the air. He watched as he joked about your future with Matt, and it took every ounce of self-control not to react.

He politely feigned interest in Matt's YouTube projects, desperately trying to keep his composure as the conversation continued.

"Ah, the YouTube scene can be hectic," Matt chuckled, launching into a detailed explanation about the projects he had in mind. But Vinnie's mind was elsewhere, his focus drifting toward your side of the conversation.

He could see the discomfort on your face when Chris joked about your future with Matt. It was subtle, but he knew you well enough to pick up on it.

Matt turned his head to you and Chris as he heard his comment and whispered, "Maybe one day, my love," kissing your cheek. But all you could think of at that moment was Vinnie as he stared at you. Matt's comment brought back memories for both of you, as "my love" was Vinnie's favorite nickname for you.

You remembered the first time he called you that name, back in high school. The wind was blowing hard, and the flowers had bloomed even though it was the first day of spring. You were supposed to meet at the botanical gardens for your first official date. As you tried to find where he was, a soft, comforting voice said, "Hi," tapping your shoulder and causing you to turn around. Before any word could come out of your mouth, he picked a leaf that had gotten stuck in your hair and spoke gently, "I think something got stuck in your hair, love." That was the first time anyone had called you that, and at that time, you really believed he would be the only one calling you it. Snapping out of your thoughts, you smiled softly at Matt to reassure him. Vinnie interrupted the moment, reminding Matt they were in the middle of a conversation.

As Matt called you "my love," Vinnie couldn't help but feel a mixture of jealousy and wistfulness. The memories of the past flooded back into his mind, reminding him of the nickname he used to use for you.

He watched as you smiled softly at Matt, and it took all his willpower to keep his expression neutral. Sensing his discomfort, Vinnie decided to interrupt the moment, clearing his throat and refocusing the conversation on Matt's projects.

"Back to your YouTube plans," Vinnie said, his voice steady. "You mentioned some exciting projects. Care to share more details?"

Matt proceeded to give a detailed explanation of the projects he had in mind, but Vinnie's attention was divided. He listened intently, trying to focus on Matt's words, but his eyes kept straying towards you, watching your every expression.

Matt's words seemed to drone on in the background as Vinnie's mind wandered. His thoughts were consumed by you and the memories he shared with you. But he knew he had to keep up the facade of polite interest for the sake of the conversation.

He nodded and mumbled occasional words of agreement, trying to look invested in Matt's projects, but his heart wasn't in it.

"That's great to hear, man. I hope your channel keeps growing. You've got a long road ahead of you," Vinnie responded, his voice neutral despite the emotional turmoil roiling inside him. He tried to focus on the conversation, asking questions and engaging in small talk, but his thoughts kept circling back to you, the one who once loved him. As the conversation continued, Vinnie began to feel increasingly out of place, his presence becoming more of a hindrance than anything.

His mind raced, weighing the options for escape. Glancing around, he subtly scanned for a way out. Seeing an opportunity, Vinnie excused himself abruptly, offering a hasty excuse about finding the restroom or chatting with his manager—anything to leave this awkwardly tense situation.

"Excuse me for a moment, I need to freshen up," he stated, his voice as neutral as possible. Before anyone could protest, he turned and briskly made his way through the crowd, his mind focused on finding a quiet spot outside to regroup.

"Take care, Vin," you said as Vinnie passed by you once again.

Vinnie froze for a moment as you called out his name. The sound of your voice sent a jolt through him, making his heart ache with nostalgia and regret. He forced a half-genuine smile, turning to look at you, as it was the second time you had said goodbye to him.

"Yeah, you too," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

With that, he forced himself to walk away, pushing through the crowd of party-goers to find a quiet refuge outside.

[stormblessed95]

I think this is the cutest thing I’ve seen in a long while. They are just so soft with each other, so playful and the way they care for each other. Wow. This is everyone’s relationship dream in my opinion. A best friend whom you can be yourself with.

I don’t care they said that but about not calling, I actually expected them to say something like that, it should have been on a bingo card. Though i’m sure whilst partially true it’s probably to protect themselves, plausible deniability…they were, at the time it was filmed, keeping quite the distance from each other, in press and otherwise. I think it was intentional but maybe that’s just me. I do think them saying it’s been a while is funny, because like you said, they lie about this a lot, have said it a lot, and it had in reality, been only a few weeks since Sugas concert and if you believe it (I do) a games night with JK brother. Still, as you also said they were both extremely busy and my guess is they had an agreement to focus on their careers at this time. They certainly don’t act like people who hadn’t seen or spoken to each other which I think speaks volumes.

Also, let’s not forget the enlistment, they had to apply by late August and you’re not telling me that wouldn’t have taken conversation and decisions. Exactly.

I loved the show so much and I feel it’s given us a really wonderful insight into their bond. I love the editing too, so fluid (a lot of cuts but that’s expected) but much more watchable than BV episodes imo.

I nearly screamed out loud at the teeth brushing scene, the waking Jimin up scene and the boat scene. The way he sung Seven directly into Jimins eyes, my God! Then feeling up his waxed leg, Jimin stops him and he goes in with his other hand. Help!

It was a lot to take in.

My only gripe is having to now wait for weeks, I’m wishing the whole summer away! I’m intrigued though about how the rest of the episodes are split, will it be 3/3 for JeJu and Japan? I guess we shall see…

I too, cannot WAIT for me!! Thank you for sharing your thoughts with me!

[ibrowjo]

Kind of Like a Mother

a/n: I've been wanting to upload my writing for a while now, and I just finished editing this one (maybe, it's late so who knows how it looks rn), so I thought 'why not?' I've been writing a lot of self-insert fics that have to do with things I've been through myself or with family members, and that's what this one turned into by accident... oops. so be free little bird lol.

Warnings: fighting, angst, language, brief mentions of death and violence, talk of menstruation and infertility

Word count: 3829

“I’m home!” I called, returning from my late night shopping trip. No answer came as I carefully stepped down the metal stairs of the bunker, trying not to drop the bags of groceries layered up my arms. Nobody home to help me. Nobody home to see the bag full of candy bars and cream-filled cakes I intended to keep stashed in my room. Perfect.

The truth of the matter was that I didn’t eat a lot of sweets, but when Castiel discovered Jack eating breakfast cereal in the dark in the middle of the night to hide from Sam and his healthy habits, I took it upon myself to empty one of my dresser drawers and keep it stocked with treats instead. Cas knew about this, but we both agreed Dean couldn’t. Not that he’d try and stop Jack like Sam would, but the angel and I both knew the stash would disappear without anyone having seen Dean try. Besides, I never used the room anyway, so it was the perfect hideout.

Once my heavy boot met the stone floor at the bottom of the stairs, I hurried down the few steps into the kitchen, prickling sensations shooting up and down my right arm from the weight that the woven, recycled plastic straps were carrying. I had gotten good at packing groceries into my reusable bags, but feeding a house full of hungry men meant seven heaping bags at the end of every weekly shopping trip. And I’ll be damned if I had to make more than one trip.

I heaved my progressively numbing arms up over the table and plopped the bags down, freeing myself from the tangle of bags. “Atta girl,” I whispered to myself, shaking my arms down by my sides to get the blood flowing again. Once the warmth worked its way back into my fingertips, I jumped right in, going first for the two bags stuffed with cold items. Footsteps sounded behind me as I was busy buried in the fridge arranging the fresh food around Sam’s various flavored protein shakes. I turned quickly just in time to see the Green Giant approaching the bags, reaching out to grab one and help.

“Hey,” Sam started. “You’re back. I wanted to talk to you ab-”

“STOP,” I roared, my hands reaching out in front of me as if the action alone could repel the 6’4” giant.

He raised his hands up in front of him in surrender, a look of concern spreading across his face.

“Woah, sorry,” he said as I lowered my hands. “What’s going on?”

I thought up the best lie I could as I rushed to the table and started discreetly looking through the bags, searching for the sugary gold mine.

“Girl stuff! I have…stuff…in one of these bags. Sorry,” I lied sheepishly.

“Okay…” he responded in confusion. My lie was stupid. Sure they were guys, but I’d never been one to shy away from asking them to pick up some tampons when they were out. They didn’t even need to ask what size to get anymore. When it was Dean’s turn, he’d not only show up with the tampons, but some condoms and a bunch of my favorite fruit as well.

“Sorry,” I mumbled, finding the correct bag and pulling it off the table, hugging it to my chest. “I’m just going to put this in my room and I’ll be back.” I went to walk away, but Sam called out gently.

“Hey, are you okay?” I turned to face him again, smiling at him sheepishly.

“Of course I am,” I replied curtly.

“You’re acting a little…weird.” I stared back at him in silence trying to think of something to say to get him off my back, but before I could, he walked closer to me and lowered his voice to continue. “Are you hiding…like a…test or something? Because if you are, I promise-”

“No!” My eyes widened as it hit me what Sam was insinuating. “No. Not at all, Sammy, no.”

Sam’s question threw me off, and I spaced out. He had no way of knowing. Not unless Dean or Cas told him, which I knew would never happen. My best friend stuffed his hands into his pockets, staring me down waiting for an explanation, but my mind instantly flew back.

I thought of the searing pain in my abdomen for the third night in a row, of myself telling Dean it was probably residual pain from an injury on our last hunt, of him declaring it bullshit and praying to Cas to come help me. The diagnosis echoed so loudly with the angel confirming my fears. It wasn’t an injury.

“Hey,” Sam interrupted, pulling me from my painful thoughts with a wave of his hand in front of my face. “Are you with me?” Concern melted from his face and morphed into some form of frustration, his jaw clenched as he waited.

Things had been tense between all of us, what with Jack’s soul being restored, Dean’s subsequent anger, and Chuck’s looming wrath. Not even the good-natured Sam was exempt from losing his cool, meaning this conversation could turn bad rather quickly unless I turned it around.

“It’s girl stuff… for Dean and I. Just figured I’d save you the mental images.” I laughed nervously.

His response was immediate. “Oh, God. Thanks…for that,” he said as he looked up at the ceiling, rolling his eyes. “Yeah, okay. So is there anything else in these bags I should be worried about?”

“Nope,” I promised. “Knock yourself out.” I twirled on my heel and took off down the hall, still hugging the junk-filled bag to my chest.

Once the contents had been emptied into my drawer and I’d kicked my boots off, I threw myself backwards onto my unused bed, my thoughts drifting back to that night months ago.

At first, I kept telling Dean I was fine aside from the pain, which Cas was able to ease when it showed up. We weren’t planning on a kid anyway, and even in the future, it would be dangerous and just plain wrong to bring one into our world. We didn’t have to worry anymore. 

Except he saw through me like I was made of glass. No matter how hard I tried to swallow my grief down, he knew I was shattered on the inside. The doctor’s visits, disguised as date nights to Sam and Jack, were squeezed in between hunts, and the new birth control pills to help manage my ruthless cycle had their own spot in my bag next to my blades and gun. It was a new normal. One that Dean saw my daily struggle with. Even with everything he had going on, he was there for me every single time.

Now, my periods were regular and not at all a burden. No pain and no heavy bleeding.

And, as crushed as I was about it, no children.

With a cleansing sigh, I sat up and looked around my room. A thick layer of dust covered the nightstand I had emptied out immediately after I started sleeping in Dean’s room. Dragging a finger through it, I created a dark stripe, exposing the wood underneath. I inspected the dust on my fingertip for a moment before standing and retrieving an extra towel from another drawer in my dresser.

With that towel, I set to dusting the nightstand, along with the top of my dresser and the surface of my desk, lifting stacks of hunting notes and photos to file away in the attached filing drawers. Finally, I pulled the corner of the covers on the bed to straighten out where I’d rumpled them.

Satisfied and decently distracted, I returned to the kitchen to find the groceries put away, and Dean and Cas had joined Sam at the table with a couple of beers.

“There she is!” Dean grinned, holding his arm out to greet me, his gruff expression softening a bit. I walked over to him and he wrapped his arm around my waist as I placed my hand on his back. He turned and kissed the inside of my arm and said, “You are a sight for sore eyes, sweetheart. Want a drink?”

“No, I’m good, thanks baby. Where’s Jack?” I asked, gently scratching at the back of Dean’s neck.

Cas cleared his throat. “I believe he is in his room.”

“Yeah,” Dean piped up. “Kid didn’t want to come out for dinner.”

Sam cut in. “To be fair, Dean, he’s having a hard time, and you aren’t exactly helping the situation.”

Here we go.

“Hey, I’ve been nice. I’ve been doing my best, but I can’t just suddenly drop everything that happened,” the older brother responded matter of factly.

“Dean-” I started, untangling myself from his grasp. My frustration grew, as did my familiarity with this conversation.

“He’s a kid,” Sam defended, cutting me off. “He didn’t have his soul. And he loved mom. He’s devastated.”

Cas spoke up as well. “Dean, you have trusted me for years, yet you still refuse to believe me when I say Jack is good. He’s heartbroken over Mary.”

“Son of a bitch, Cas, don’t say her name. You know I’m trying.” Dean’s voice raised slightly, and I dreaded what was about to come next.

Heart sinking and uneasiness rising, I backed away from the boys as they continued to argue back and forth, and I left the kitchen, pacing through the halls to Jack’s room. I reached his door and noticed the soft light coming from underneath it.

I gently knocked. “Jack? It’s me.”

No answer.

“I just wanted to make sure you’re doing okay. And let you know that I still care, and I’m worried.” I paused, waiting to see if he’d open the door or say something, but nothing happened. “Just…let me know if you need anything. I know it’s been tough.” I sighed as silence filled the hallway. “Goodnight, Jack.”

I padded away from his door and towards Dean’s, tired and ready to start settling in for the night. The room I’d been sleeping in for a few months now invited me in with a smell that was so irrevocably Dean.

And right now, it annoyed me.

I’d been back and forth with Dean so many times about the poor nephilim. I was exhausted. I tried so hard to be a constant for Jack, to let him know he wasn’t a waste of space or time, but after everything with Jack’s soul and Mary’s death, things changed. His confidence in himself had been destroyed. I didn’t know how to lift him up.

I stomped over to the bed, grabbing my bottle of pills and my phone charger, then yanked a tee shirt and sweats from off the floor just as Dean walked through the door.

“What are you doing?” he asked, less as a question and more as an accusation.

“Sleeping in my room tonight,” I answered, not even looking him in the eye.

“Really? Sweetheart, come on.” He grabbed my shoulders to stop me as I started leaving.

I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply before letting the air out through my mouth.

“Dean,” I started as I looked up at him. “I don’t know how many more times I can have this ‘Jack’ conversation. I love you so, so much, and I really hope you know that-”

“I do,” he interrupted. “But-”

“Stop,” I commanded. “Just… stop. It’s my turn. I’ve tried to keep it all together because I know that everything’s been shit lately for all of us. It’s like one thing after another, and we’re all family, so we deal with it as a family. But seriously, I’m over the dramatics of it all. You’ve given Jack exactly zero chances since the day he was born, and considering he’s a toddler’s age, I’d say he’s doing pretty fucking well with the hand he’s been dealt.”

“Okay, first of all,” Dean started, his voice turning from irritation to rage. “My mother’s dead because of him, and there wasn’t even a body to burn, so fuck that. Second of all, don’t you dare tell me I’m being dramatic when you’re the one stomping out to sleep somewhere else without having a conversation with me. I walked in here and you immediately jumped into this. That’s not on me.”

“Sure. Yeah, tell me I’m the one losing patience here when you’re the one who just spent the last few minutes telling off your brother and your best friend for reminding you that someone else besides you has feelings!”

The two of us stared at each other for a moment before Dean exhaled sharply. “You know what,” he started, his voice returning to a normal volume but still sounding antagonistic. “I came in here to go to bed and sleep this shit off. So do whatever you want. I don’t fucking care.” He dragged his feet past me and to the bed, where he stripped down to his plain shirt and underwear before pulling back the covers and climbing in, turning so his back was facing me. “Get the light on your way out.” 

Once in my own room, changed and exhausted, I plugged my phone in and turned out the lights before settling into my own bed for the first time in a while. I felt a bit colder lying there alone, so I pulled the blankets up over my nose and twisted onto my side, curling myself into a ball to keep warm.

The silence was deafening, keeping me awake and tossing and turning as I struggled against the lack of Dean’s heavy breathing and light snoring. I drummed my fingers against the mattress, trying to lift the weight of the quiet room, but my attempt was futile, as the silence had lent a hand to the copious amount of thinking I’d forgotten I could do so late at night.

I thought of Dean and how gut wrenching it was to see him harden his already tough exterior after Mary’s death. After everything he’d been through in his life, the stages of grief only consisted of anger for him. At the beginning, Sam and I exchanged worried glances every time the anger would rear its ugly head, but after all this time, it refused to let up, and we all became a bit impatient with each other as the hellish world kept spinning. Yet every night, Dean and I would still wrap up in each other and let it all go for a moment, and I looked forward to that every time the sun began to set.

Thoughts of missing Dean turned to thoughts of concern for Jack. What was I supposed to do next? I’d hardly seen him the last few days. I didn’t know if he was eating or if he’d left his room or if he was even alive. 

I was at a loss, and I sighed, feeling dejected and rolling back and forth a couple more times before hearing my door slowly open. The light flicked on and I whipped my head around, sitting up slightly to see who it was. Before my very eyes, the young tortured nephilim jumped when he saw me and began to wiggle his fingers down at his sides anxiously.

“I am sorry,” Jack said lowly, his voice gravelly and heavy.

I pulled myself up to sit against the headboard. “Jack,” I said, blinking to adjust to the light. He stood in place, not wanting to move further into the room, but not making the decision to walk back out. “Why are you still up?” I asked, looking at the time on my phone. 1:13 AM.

“I couldn’t sleep, so I came to get a snack. Sugar always makes me feel better.” The boy looked at my dresser out of the corner of his eye. “I thought you were with Dean. I didn’t mean to disturb you.”

“You didn’t, Jack.” He continued to stand still but relaxed his shoulders a bit at my reassurance. “Grab a couple things and come have a seat,” I said, patting the bed next to me.

I watched patiently as the slender kid slouched, curling into himself and staring at the floor as he found the knobs on my top drawer and pulled it open. His eyes widened a bit when he saw the new selection, and he rummaged for a few seconds before pulling out a king-size chocolate bar and an individually-wrapped cream-filled chocolate cake.

“Sorry I didn’t restock the nougat. I know that’s a favorite of yours.”

“That’s okay,” he reassured, sitting down next to me and swinging his feet up onto the bed. “I like chocolate.”

I smiled at him. “Nice socks,” I said, gesturing down at the many faces of Scooby-Doo on his feet.

“Thank you,” he responded without smiling back. “They are Dean’s. Sam gave them to me when I was born.” His eyes went wide. “But he said not to tell, so forget I said anything.”

I laughed quietly, reaching up and wiping Jack’s hair away from his face.

“I’m glad you have them.” I watched the corner of Jack’s mouth twitch up a little, but I could see in his eyes how troubled he was as he watched his feet wiggle back and forth, lost in his thoughts.

He finally breathed in, as if nervous to speak, but let his thoughts out anyway. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Of course.”

“Well,” he started, taking another breath. “I have a mother, but I don’t get to see her. And you take care of me, so you are kind of like a mother. And, well, my mother told me I was special and good and that I would change the world, but I don’t know what she would say now with everything I have done. And,” Jack paused as he fiddled with the chocolate bar wrapper. “Do you think I’m bad like Dean does?”

Jack’s words pierced my heart. I closed my eyes and swallowed, contemplating how afraid he was and how devastated he must be thinking I felt the same as Dean. My mind flashed back to Dean’s gun pointed at a kneeling Jack and the look on the boy’s face. He thought he deserved it.

I grabbed my pillow from behind me and set it down on my lap, patting the top of it as an invitation for Jack to lay down. He hesitated for a moment, but slid forward and rested his head on the pillow. I pulled the corner of my throw blanket out from underneath him and spread it over the top of him as he clung to the unopened chocolate sweets. While one hand rested on his shoulder, my other combed his hair back.

“Jack, I want you to listen to me very carefully,” I said, encouraging his attention. “There is not a single person in all of creation who knows you better than your mother did, including me. When she said you were good, she meant it. Before you were born, she knew she wouldn’t survive, but I’ve never met anyone with so much hope in the future, and that was because she knew the future would have you. You’ve got to believe that. You’ve got to cling to that. Okay?” He nodded in response.

“Now, you know I love Dean very much, but that doesn’t mean I always look the other way when he’s being a bonehead. He’s in a lot of pain, and he may blame you, but Jack, it is not your fault.” I looked down to see Jack squeeze his eyes shut, and a tear escaped over his nose and towards the pillow. The sight brought tears to my own eyes, and my voice wavered a bit as I continued speaking to him. “You and I, we’ve both unfairly lost out on things, but I’m glad we have each other. I’m always right here if you need me.”

“Thank you,” he whispered.

“I love you, kid,” I whispered back.

He kept his eyes closed, and I stroked his hair to sooth him as we both silently cried together. Soon, his breathing became heavier, and his grip on the sweets loosened. I propped the pillow up as I slid out from underneath it and gently laid it back down. He didn’t stir, so I took the chocolate bar and cake out of his grasp and moved them to the nightstand for him to see when he woke. Then, slowly and quietly, I walked to the door, looking back at Jack once more before turning out the light and leaving the door open a crack.

My mind racing, I wandered aimlessly through the bunker, passing bedroom after bedroom, jealous of the others for being able to sleep. I found myself first back in the kitchen, where some beer bottles still stood on the tabletop. I gathered them, emptying the remaining contents out, and tossed them in the trash. I grabbed a wash rag from a drawer and soaked it under warm water from the sink before wringing it out and using it to wipe down every surface in the room for good measure.

If only I could turn back the clock, maybe I could change something, and Jack wouldn’t be falling apart like this. Or maybe I’d know how to help. Or maybe, I could’ve stopped what happened to Mary to give Jack a fighting chance in this family.

I kept wandering, straightening things in a few of the rooms I entered, until finally, I dragged my way into the ‘Dean-cave.’ This room, too, was littered with beer bottles, and I noticed a couple of used plates stacked on top of each other leftover from the pie I had shared with Dean a few nights ago.

Dean.

The all-familiar feeling of fatigue washed over me as my mind reacted to the peaceful thoughts of the elder Winchester. Still slightly upset as I was, I knew the only way I’d get to sleep at a time like this was if I were next to him.

Without bothering to clean up the mess, I turned and found my way back into Dean’s room. He faced the wall and snored lightly, but the light from the hallway helped me see that his shoulders were tensed under his shirt. I sighed and tiptoed toward him, pulling back the covers and sliding into my side of the bed.

Dean’s light snoring halted, and I heard him swallow before taking a single deep breath.

“Sweetheart?” he inquired in a whisper.

“No, it’s Sam,” I joked sarcastically. “Duh it’s me.”

He rolled over and sighed, his hand finding my arm and running his lazy touch up to my shoulder. He moved his thumb back and forth and said, “Hey.”

“Hi,” I greeted in return, shifting closer to him. He wrapped me in a tight embrace and breathed a sigh of relief. 

“You alright, baby?” I asked.

“Better now.”

[1800naveen]

SJM fans gotta be quiet

Saw some chick on tik tok say some bullshit. "HBO should adapt Throne of Glass instead of giving us more got spinoffs and it could be better than game of thrones."

Delete the app now. Get rid of it. Pack your bags, you're getting sent off to delulu land.

That would be plagiarism if it got adapted. COPYRIGHT, HOE.

I would rather watch George RR Martin take a fat fucking shit in front of my eyes and destroy the damn toilet.

"Don't you like throne of glass?" Yes, I do and I don't care.

Are SJM fans not aware of the world of a song of ice and fire? It's not only game of thrones?? GOT comes from A song of ice and fire (the main series) and House of the Dragon comes from Fire and Blood (basically a history book).

George has written one of the best worldbuilding I've seen in books, Sarah wish she could come up with that. It's so damn beautiful, I could shed a tear. Sarah's worldbuilding got some plot holes, confusing magic systems, and other stuff that don't make sense if you think into it.

Both got weird things in their stories, I can't lie. But George somehow finds a way to mostly have a reason for it (Not all of it though, not all of it. Targs gonna Targ with the inbreeding.) In A Court of Wings and Ruin, there are twins named Dagdan and Brannagh which are incestuous for no reason at all. It says they're sexual partners on the wiki page. Knock off Jaime and Cersei? Wait, that goes to Mor and Cassian. She had no reason for them to be partners like what the hell??

The amount of stories that could be turned into shows (small edit because I fucked up and put stories again)from George's work? That's much more than SJM's. Like we got another show coming out about King Aegon V and Duncan the tall (A knight of the seven kingdoms), one about Aegon, Visenya, and Rhaenys and the conquest for Westeros, Corlys and his nine voyages (The sea snake). The entirety of Fire and Blood could get adapted on screen.

We could still get shows adapted to the big screen even after George leaves this earth (peepaw is old, I'm worried and hoping he's staying healthy.)

Examples are:

Robert's rebellion

Nymeria's war

Old Valyria and how it came to an end

The Blackfyre rebellions

The Golden Empire of Yi Ti (not much is known on the place so I really want this)

Snow (This was shelved because they didn't have anything to work with, not a shocker)

The Amethyst Empress and the Bloodstone Emperor (she was usurped by her younger brother and when she died, the long night came to the world. Sound familiar?)

The Long Night and Azor Ahai

Great Empire of the Dawn

Maegor's entire reign. It's so wild.

Jaehaerys, Alysanne, and their children. Would love to see that.

They need to stop acting like fools when they say this shit. YOU WOULDN'T HAVE THRONE OF GLASS IF A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE DIDN'T EXIST. REMEMBER WHAT CAME FIRST.

Here's a post I made about throne of glass and asoiaf.

Anyways, that's enough of my yapping. Till then when another Sarah J mASS fan makes me mad✌🏾✌🏾

[pink-princess-pussy-pop]

More Than 7 Minutes in Heaven - Rafe Cameron X Reader Smut

Req: rafe requests you say??👀 i saw a tiktok edit of him and the caption said “he definitely talks you through it” and now i just need a smut of rafe talking reader through an orgasm (maybe with some degrading AND praise🤤)

Part 2

Rafe x Reader Established Relationship

RAFE WAITS FOR THAT MOTHERFUCKIN' CONSENT! also he has hair here lol. no hate to the the buzzcut, tho

Warnings: fingering, oral f! receiving, language, not proof-read lol its 1:19am i ain't got time for that shit

Summary: Your boyfriend helps you experience your first orgasm.

"Truth or Dare?" Topper asked Rafe.

"Truth." The game had been pretty tame thus far. The small circle of Kooks consisted of you, Rafe, Kelce, Top, and a couple of girls that Kelce and Topper had brought over.

"What's the hottest thing Y/N has done?" You rolled your eyes at the crude question but couldn't lie. You were interested in your boyfriend's answer. You make eye contact with him as he gives you a devilish grin. He brakes eye contact to look you up and down.

"She's pretty hot when she yells at me, so sometimes I annoy her just so she’ll do it." The comment makes your cheeks burn in embarrassment and the boys snicker.

The game continues and you zone out until true guys get up to get drink refills and leave you and the touron girls alone.

"Y/N! Truth or dare?"

"Truth." You decide to keep it simple, way too tired to participate in whatever dare she had planned.

"Is Rafe the biggest guy you've been with?" The group quiets down, awaiting your response.

"What do you mean?" The girls giggle.

"Like sexually." Your eyes widen.

"Uh..." You didn't know what to say since you and Rafe hadn't had sex... yet. "I don't really-"

"Wait." The blonde interrupted you. "You haven't had sex with him? And you've been dating for four months?" You didn't know how to respond, as you hadn't had sex with anyone. Ever.

You remain silent, far too embarrassed to even offer a reply. The girls take this as an answer.

"Holy shit." The girls laugh and the brunette one can't fathom the idea that Rafe has "held out" as long as he has.

The boys return amidst the chaos and Rafe slings his arm around you, pulling you to his side.

The game goes on for a few more rounds until your name is called again. And this time, the brunette is the source.

You are scared of what would happen by choosing truth, and so you say,

"Dare." The girl rolls her eyes.

"I dare you to pick truth." Your eyes narrow.

Topper butts in,

"That's cheating! You can't force her to pick truth." The girl rolls her eyes.

"Fine. I dare you to go play seven minutes in heaven with Rafe." Your heart stops and Rafe stands, extending his hand out for you.

"C'mon, princess." You take his hand, no longer wanting to be near the two touron girls.

Rafe leads you to a bathroom and shuts and locks the door. You are frozen in place, back to the counter of the sink. You keep your gaze on the floor, not wanting to meet Rafe's gaze.

He steps toward you, his shoes kissing yours and his hands reach out to touch your arms.

"Baby..." He's practically begging you to look at him. "Are you ok?" His right-hand reaches up to brush your cheek and you finally look at him. "You know we don't have to do anything. Whenever you're ready."

How had you gotten so lucky? Rafe Cameron, from the wealthiest family in all of the Outerbanks, someone who is known not to date, has waited for the green light from you for months. He was perfect. Standing in front of you, his concerned eyes boring into yours, ensuring his girl is ok.

All you have wanted to do these past few months has been to have sex with your boyfriend but you were terrified. The constant thoughts swimming in your head...

What if he doesn't like it?

What if I'm not good enough?

What if Rafe doesn't want me anymore?

You decided it was time to push those thoughts away. You knew, deep down, that Rafe loved you, as he had said it many times already, and that he was willing to go as slow as you needed to. He would be ready whenever you wanted to do it. And those bitchy touron girls gave you the perfect green light.

"Rafe." It's a whisper. "I wanna..." You trail off, the ending of the sentence dying in your throat, watching as he registers your words.

"Hold on..." His hand drops back to your waist and he licks his lips. Suddenly, all you can think about is kissing Rafe. And how you aren't kissing him now. "Baby, don't think you have to do this because some shitty girls think you should."

"Rafe that's not why. They just helped e realize that I've been ready for a while. I've just been scared but you've given me no reason to be. I'm ready." You take his face into your hands. "I promise."

He doesn't budge.

"Baby, this is taking all of my self-control." His grip on your waist tightens. "Are you sure?"

You pull his face down to meet yours.

"Yes."

He kisses you, finally, and all of your blood rushes down. Rafe's hands slide down your torso, picking you up and placing you on the counter. He breaks the kiss, pulling back, chuckling a bit when you attempt to follow him.

"Hold on. I wanna make this good for you." He removes his hands from your body, placing them on the surface next to you. He swallows. "I need you to be honest with me right now, princess." You flush at the nickname. "Have you ever mast-"

"Yes." The sides of his mouth quirk up. "But I've never," His eyes catch yours again. "I've never, uh, finished." He looks confused for a moment, and then...

"You've never orgasmed?" You shake your head no.

Rafe looks stunned. He breathes a sigh of shock and pushes his hands through his hair.

"Fuck, babe." There is something about the way he's speaking that sends a funny feeling to your core.

He steps back between your legs, setting his hands on your thighs. You disregard the fact that your dress has ridden up and if he looked down...

"We're gonna take it slow, ok princess?" It isn't a question, and you find it incredibly sweet, and hot, that he is taking it slow for you. "I wanna make this good for you." His hands start moving up your thighs, sending goosebumps in their wake. His eyes never leave yours as his fingers slide around the sides of your underwear. "Is this ok?" He whispers.

You nod.

Rafe's hands pull your underwear down and you watch his every move while he keeps his eyes on you, taking in every movement you make. He gently pushes your thighs apart, more so than they already are, and his forehead drops to yours.

"Tell me to stop at any fuckin' time, and I will." You nod, unable to form words, only looking at his fingers dancing across your bare skin.

The two of you watch his hand disappear under the fabric of your dress in silence.

His finger brushes you, ever-so-slightly.

"Rafe." He pulls away, eyes wide but you are quick to pull him back. "Do it again, please." You are breathless by his simple actions.

Rafe takes a deep breath before continuing. Your hands grip his arms for stabilization as he does.

“Fuck. This all for me?” You nod.

“Yes.” He laughs and his fingers slide against you. Your head falls onto his shoulder, hips rolling into his hand.

“Jeez babe, calm down, I’ve barely started.” It’s then that the asshole’s thumb brushes against your clit, sending a shockwave through you.

“Fuck, Rafe!”

He pinches your clit between his thumb and pointer finger, coaxing a moan out of you.

“Shhhhh. Don’t wanna let everyone outside know what we are doing in here do we?” You nod into his shoulder. “That’s right baby. All for me. Doing so well.”

Though you aren’t looking at him, Rafe is grinning at you. He’s noticing everything - your racing pulse from your wrist, the little breaths you take, the sounds he’s pulling out of you, and it’s driving him crazy.

Since you are so wet, for him, he reminds himself, he lowers himself to the floor below you.

“Our seven minutes are up, but I’m down to continue if you are.”

“Please.”

That’s all Rafe needs.

You watch with glossy eyes as his large hands push your dress up further. You watch as he looks at you for the first time. You watch as he grins at you like the devil.

“I lied before.”

“What?” His gaze travels down, landing on where you are waiting for him.

“This is the hottest thing you’ve ever done.”

“What is?” He grins again.

“Letting me do this.” Your response is lost in your throat as Rafe’s mouth connects with your lower body.

It’s the single best thing you’ve ever experienced. And he’s so good at it.

Your hands absentmindedly tangle into his hair, pushing his head into you more which Rafe thoroughly enjoys. His hands pull you closer to him, clearly having a good time below you.

His tongue slides into you and he groans.

“Fuck!”

The vibrations make you even wetter, which adds greatly to Rafe’s ego.

He pulls away and you whine like a kid.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” The cheeky comment, along with his shiny lips and chin, makes your heart soar and your core throb.

“Rafe if you don’t continue I-“ He doesn’t wait for you to finish the sentence, diving back into your cunt, intent on bringing you your high and getting every last drop from it.

Your mouth betrays you when Rafe’s lips wrap around your clit, and you let out the loudest moan Rafe’s ever heard.

“Baby, you gotta keep it down. Save those pretty sounds for me.”

The sight below you is unholy. Rafe between your legs, feasting on you, telling you to shut up.

He’s back to it before you respond and when he slips a finger into you, you’re done for.

Rafe can feel it to. He manages to fit another finger into your tight cunt, the new sensation making you see stars.

“Fuck, fuck! Rafe! I’m gonna-“

Your first orgasm covers all of your senses with a feeling of euphoria. It’s a high you’ve never experienced before.

But Rafe doesn’t stop. He’s intent on giving you the best of the best, and one just won’t cut it for him.

“Rafe, God I can’t-“ He brakes away, just for a second.

“Yes, you can.” His mouth returns an instant later. You’ve read about this before, even watched it, but nothing could prepare you for the real deal. Rafe’s tongue was talented, slipping into you one second and then circling your clit the next. Every little thing he did set you on edge.

Your second orgasm hit faster than the first and Rafe was there to catch every ounce of it.

He let you recuperate, grinning at you as he stood up.

Rafe watched you as you caught your breath. He brought his fingers to his mouth, wanting to savor every bit of you.

“D’ya wanna leave?” He takes in how “fucked out” you look. Your cheeks rosy and flushed, sweaty, all while attempting to calm your breathing.

“Hell yeah.”

PART 2? ANYONE??

??? Did you enjoy ???

I sure did ;)

please i just started rereading and already found a typo

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[bringbacktim]

Fearless -O.P⁸¹

Not edited or proofread

This took forever and I apologise

Warnings: overuse of words cause I cba to find synonyms , I took lyrics out so its choppy at some parts

I want to thank @rinna0017 for telling me Oscar is fearless by Taylor swift coded because yes he is

Wc:1.5k

There's something about the way

The street looks when it's just rained

Oscar and Y/n were enjoying day three of seven in Portugal , the weather had been great the whole time they'd been there . Well that was until they planned to actually go somewhere and then it rained cats and dogs , but when you're a young couple in love nothing can put you in a bad mood

The pair couldn't stop giggling as they tried to either find some tree to hide under or a hideaway to duck under until the rain stopped

There's a glow off the pavement

Any oil that had leaked onto the pavements before the northern downpour were displaying all the colours of the rainbow as it mixed with the rain water , which made for a pretty sight

You walk me to the car

Oscar was in more of a rush to get to the rental car , probably due to his expensive clothing, practically dragging her

"C'mon baby we're gonna get soaked if you don't hurry up" he basically pleaded as he turned to look back at her

"It's only rain oscar, it's not going to kill you" she said with a laugh

As they approached the quaint Mini Cooper they had rented opting for a car that wouldn't stand out unlike the McLaren's he was used to

And you know I wanna ask you to dance right there

In the middle of the parking lot, yeah

Oscar was confused at first when he opened the passenger door for his girlfriend to get in , but she just put her stuff on the seat and closed the door . As he caught her eyes to question her he saw her stood like the confused emoji(🤷🏻‍♀️) hands up and a head tilt, of course he knew what this meant as he'd been in this situation before

"We're not dancing in the rain again"

"It was fun last time don't lie , you just want to go back to the hotel and watch Ozark" she accused

"Okay maybe I do , but don't act like Jason Bateman isn't your celebrity crush" he retorted as she laughed knowing it was true

We're drivin' down the road, I wonder if you know

I'm trying so hard not to get caught up now

Y/n will admit that she was one hundred percent ogling/admiring her boyfriend from the passenger seat , but who wouldn't that white shirt was doing wonders for him

"It's a good thing I don't ever let you drive , you'd crash 'cause you're too busy looking at me" he laughed feeling her eyes bore a hole in the side of his head

"Some people take it as a compliment y'know having their girlfriend think they're hot" she tried to sound serious/annoyed, but couldn't help but crack a smile

"You think I'm hot?" He questioned turning to her with a classic "I hate you" with a shake of the head and a grin

But you're just so cool, run your hands through your hair

Absentmindedly makin' me want you

Everyone knows that one of the hottest things a guy can do is run his hand through his hair subconsciously, so when he did it before putting his hand on the back of her headrest her heart nearly stopped due to how hot those two actions were together

Truth be told if she was in that drivers seat they would be parked far enough away from anyone walking by and if anyone from the authorities questioned them they'd claim they didn't know the laws in Portugal

And I don't know how it gets better than this

How could life possibly get any better than driving down some country road wind in her hair , sun shining , her boyfriend beside her , and some Taylor Swift love song playing on the radio as they sang along

"Are you sure we can't just stay here forever?" She asked looking over at him

"I wish, but we both know you'd get bored in a week" he said with a smile and a playful shove in her direction

"Depends if you talk to me about cricket or not "

That statement earned her a scoff and a " don't lie you love it " from the man next to her as she laughed along . She didn't mean it in a mean way , everyone has one subject that they can and will talk about with someone even if they don't care or like it

You take my hand and drag me

headfirst, fearless

The car came to an abrupt stop and

Y/n was confused as to why he'd stopped and where they were , well that was until she looked around and out of the window as he was getting out that she realised they were at a beach that they'd seen what they assumed were other tourists on the first day who looked like they were having the times of their lives dancing a long to music and chatting or sunbathing and taking it all in

"When you said we were going to come back to this beach, I'd assumed it was going to be when the weather was nice"

"Don't act like you don't want to have a fearless moment right now" he beamed at her as he lead her out of the car and down the boardwalk

"You know me so well" she said basically running behind as he dragged her

And I don't know why but with you I'd dance

In a storm in my best dress, fearless

As they swayed in the heavy rain and powerful wind Y/n realised that she wouldn't want to dance in her best most favourite dress with anyone else , he is also the only person she'd run through an airport for but that's a different conversation

It was a stupid thing to do and both parties knew it would probably lead to a cold in the following days , but they couldn't have cared less in the moment , cause when life starts to feel like a Taylor Swift song suddenly nothing else matters , and even if they did get sick Oscar had been meaning to catch up on some Netflix show anyway so it was a win win situation

After about 2 and a half minutes when the giggles and adrenaline had wore off and the cold and wind were starting to affect them , they made a run for the rental as they tried not to slip and tumble over curbs on the way

So baby drive slow 'til we run out of road

In this one-horse town, I wanna stay right here

Back roads had quickly became on of their favourite places and today was no different , they had to drive slower than usual due to the rain (top tips) but they didn't have anywhere to be so they could easily spend all day driving in circles round and round just basking in each others company

"Are you sure they can't just let you race exclusively in Portugal forever?" Y/n said looking out the window at the beautiful scenery

"You say this to every place we visit" he chuckled " we can always come back for summer break" he tried to bargain

"I will be holding you to that Piastri"

She said pointing an accusing finger at him

In this passenger seat, you put your eyes on me

In this moment, now capture it, remember it

The sight of him looking at her with the utmost adoration, as they made their way back to the hotel because it was getting late , she knew she had to capture it and probably post it on her Instagram account later or just keep it to herself until his birthday or he did something worth celebrating either way she knew she needed to have a photograph of it

"No paparazzi" he said covering the lenses with his palm with the biggest grin on his face knowing it was such a bad joke but he said it everytime his girlfriend would try to take a video or photo of him

Well, you stood there with me in the doorway

My hands shake, I'm not usually this way

After a long day of being fools in love they arrived back at the hotel they had called home for the last few days . Y/n couldn't help but stare at the button up he was wearing and how he had the sleeves rolled up and the top couple buttons undone (an almost deathly combination to any woman)

"You know you don't have to stare at me until I make the first move ? You can just kiss me whenever" he half joked

But you pull me in and I'm a little more brave

Despite him saying that he was the first to make a move , but she was definitely the more eager of the two and desperately wanted out of those wet clothes one way or another

It's the first kiss, it's flawless, really somethin'

It wasn't the first kiss they shared or even the first of the day, probably the first in half an hour , but that didn't make it any less special and exciting as they stepped into the elevator and headed to their room

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Replaying Demonheart: The Cursed Trial, Chapter 1

Today I disguised myself as a player and tried to imagine I was playing the Cursed Trial for the first time.

Sharing screenshots and some comments...

Strong woman Aeryn. I can see why after this introduction, some players were expecting Aeryn to be stronger. But the plot has to plot, at least until the ending gets closer 😶

"Operate." Vita not being suspicious at all.

Why did I take so many screenshots of Vita? 🧐

Added a choice - "No, I haven't." Why were the only choices like "Yes, I have" and being unpleasant? 😅

Vita roasted by Leona.

Ah, the irresistible rat daddy finally gets to shine 😂

Somehow, I found the choices here lacking. The first option was supposed to be the non-rude one. He didn't deserve any better, considering he just tried to punch Ran for no reason, but...

I still added a "yes, daddy" type of answer. For no reason, other than I know the rat man has his fans. 🥲 Why would we say this? IDK, but we can.

Ran trying to be dangerous. He's not JUST a puppy!

One of my weird favorite moments.

(Inside info: Leona teasing Ran about his crush on Aeryn means she's not in love with him. Also, she's not surprised by his crush, like she already knew.)

She was so needlessly rude, where did that come from? But it appears Kaisar is totally used to it.

"Didn't speak much, so that was good." 😭

The whole game was supposed to be based on this. Seven "companions" + a traitor. Of course, it's just a song, and it's not about them. But it's a nice way to get them paranoid. 😇

One of the saddest moments in the game 😂🥲😭

Another one of my favorite weird lines. (I just edited it, it used to say "Let *the* dead dogs lie." I can't seem to decide.)

If you got this line, you're on the right track 🤣🐀

Kaisar roasted by Elos. 🔥

Hush.

Elos calls Janiya a fury.

She had to appear with her red feathers to say that.

I get why he's a bit like Brash 🥲

It's a wonder someone didn't beat this jerk up sooner. 😳

Vita, that freak was invited!

Vita wanting to make me cry. 🥺

Raze giving a dramatic villain speech be like, "Just so you know, I'm in this game as well!" 😳😳😳

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Seven by Taylor Swift

I always interpreted this song as someone looking back at their childhood nostalgic memories and remembering that one troubled friend who left a deep mark in their psyche but for whatever circumstances they lost touch with one another.  This edit kind of depicts the time during the “between years" where they thought of one another but never reached out. This one’s especially from Ian’s POV and all those flashback of memories that compelled him to finally reach out and arrange the meet up with Anthony after a nudge from Dianne.  Ian wonders if Anthony still thinks of him, if he still reminisces about their past as fondly as Ian does. 

Below are the lyrics with explanation/interpretation in Ian and Anthony's context:

[POV IAN] :

Please picture me In the trees I hit my peak at seven feet In the swing Over the creek I was too scared to jump in

Ian wants his friend to remember him by the fun escapades they shared together. He reminisces about their first 6th grade science project, all their sleepovers, the trips, their first experience with alcohol near the riverside in Sacramento. In their big group of friends how these two became closer due to the fact that he didn’t know how to drive and Anthony was the one who drove him home after school, how after graduation when everyone left for college, these two remained in the suburbs, unsure about their future.

But I, I was high in the sky With Pennsylvania under me Are there still beautiful things?

Ian once said "I'm not exactly the poster child for following your dreams, because I never had any”. He never had exact dreams about career or whatever the future had in store for him. Smosh became a place where Ian and Anthony expressed themselves, an outlet to make each other laugh and with smosh blowing up he finally found his dream: to keep making fun stuff with his best friend which for some reason random strangers over the internet connected with. They were riding the high that came with smosh’s success unaware of the fact that this newfound business relationship would tower over their years of close friendship.

Sweet tea in the summer Cross your heart, won't tell no other And though I can't recall your face I still got love for you Your braids like a pattern Love you to the moon and to Saturn Passed down like folk songs The love lasts so long

Their genuine love and adoration for one another, how they shared every secret with each other, how Ian lied to Anthony about his first kiss in hopes to impress his new friend in 7th grade and in later years opening up about the lie as he finally got his actual first kiss…. in his friend’s bedroom. Slowly these tender moments fizzled out as they grew up, as their channel grew, and so did their stress and workload. Though, they aren't the people they once were, but their mutual love and respect for each other remained deeply ingrained in their hearts.

And I've been meaning to tell you I think your house is haunted Your dad is always mad and that must be why And I think you should come live with Me and we can be pirates Then you won't have to cry Or hide in the closet And just like a folk song Our love will be passed on

Ian knew that Anthony came from a broken home, and how he lost an authoritative figure, his step dad, who abandoned Anthony’s mother and his step-brothers when he was merely a 12 year old, and due to his tumultuous situation at home, Anthony got this heavy responsibility on his shoulders of his family. Anthony feared that his mothers agoraphobia would somehow find a way towards him too and he would stay stuck in this haunted situation which he desperately wanted to break away from. When Anthony fell sick due to his autoimmune disease, Ian’s mom urged his son to visit his friend. The get well soon card he got signed by everyone in their class and gave to Anthony. After their graduation Ian’s parents invited Anthony for a trip to Hawaii and that was the first time when Anthony got to experience something away from his haunted house back in Sacramento. He got to experience what a complete family felt like vicariously through Ian. 

Passed down like folk songs Our love lasts so long

No matter how many obstacles there were, the power of friendship conquered it all. They not only got their company back but also rekindled their friendship. They said everything had to happen the way it happened for them to eventually reunite. They might be complete opposites but there is this red string of fate that lingers between them. Their creative partnership is too strong and in the end they proved that “Friendship always wins”.