#tbh i was just fucking around and couldn't think of what text to put. and this song was stuck in my head.

[mrsbarnesblog]

Jersey

masterlist ko-fi ao3

College! Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Natasha’s idea of getting a jersey with Bucky’s name turned out to be much better than you expected.

Word count: 3.2K

Warnings: smut, established relationship, college, football player bucky is a biggest warning tbh, he's so in love, locker room sex, nat is good friend, unprotected sex, creampie, aftercare.

Author's note: honestly one of my favorite fics because college athlete bucky is my biggest weakness (I should probably write about him more often)💘

It’s been another game for the "Avengers", where your boyfriend Bucky Barnes was a quarterback. Today was one of the most important games against "Hydra" – their biggest enemy. Obviously, you couldn't miss the game, and Natasha, your best friend and roommate, will be with you as always. And right now, she has convinced you to do something that has been on your mind for a long time.

"C’mon, It’ll be fun. He’ll like it, I promise!" She said as you two stood near the place that made custom t-shirts with any prints. And at this moment, Natasha wanted you to order a jersey with Bucky’s number and his name on it.

"I don’t know, Nat. I mean, I want to do it, but what if he thinks that it’s too much?" You nervously played with the hem of your skirt.

"Now stop it." She stood before you and put her hand on her hips like a mother who was scolding her child. "You’ve been dating for more than a year, and his guy loves you so fucking much that he can’t even tear his eyes from you every time you two are in the same room. So when I tell you that he’ll love it, I mean it." You silently looked at her for a few minutes, but when she questionably raised her eyebrow, you finally gave up.

"Fine, you won. I hate you."

"I love you too, baby." Nat chuckled and dragged you to the store.

It seemed like there were thousands of people because everyone wanted to see one of the most important games of the season. People were already taking their seats, but you and Nat went straight to the locker room to wish the guys good luck. Trainer Fury was very strict about this, and it was forbidden for people not from the team to go there, but for some reason Nat always found a way to solve this problem.

"Guys!" Natasha loudly knocked at the door. "Are all of you already dressed up? I’m not in the mood to see somebody’s ass today!"

"Come in!" You heard Thor’s loud voice.

"Oh, I see our support group is here." As soon as you two walked in, Sam ended up between you and Nat and threw his hands over your shoulders, leading you deeper into the room. "Barnes will be here soon; don’t worry."

"Okay. Are you guys ready to beat their asses?" You smiled and looked at the almost entire team that had come to see you and Nat.

"Don’t worry, Sweets, we’ll win, as always." Tony answered you while he was cleaning his helmet. "But you should tell your boyfriend to stay away from Rumlow, or else he’ll be suspended again. By the way, is that jersey with his name?" You quietly nodded as the whole team made an impressive ‘woo’ together.

"You two are disgustingly sweet, you know that?" Sam rolled his eyes, and at the same time, the door slammed. "It’s him; go give him some kisses for luck."

"Shut up, Samuel." You laughed and left their little circle to find Bucky looking at his phone. "Don’t you want to say hi, James?" He moved his eyes to you, and his face immediately lit up with happiness.

"I just wanted to text you." He threw his phone on the bench and came closer to wrap his arms around you. "Hi, doll. I missed you so much today." He mumbled into your neck.

"I missed you too, Buck." You smiled when your heart filled with all the love you had for that man. "But wait, I have to show you something." You slipped out of his hands, excited and nervous at the same time. "Look what I’ve got!" You happily turned around to show Bucky your back and flipped your hair to the side so he could see everything better. "Do you like it?"

You had a big red jersey on you, to which Bucky didn't even pay attention at first. But when you turned around, his mouth went dry and his whole body became fuzzy. You had his number 17 and the word "Barnes" on your back. You were wearing his last name on your back.

For a few seconds, he was silent. He didn't answer your answer either, so with confusion written on your face, you faced him again, only to see a weird look on his face.

"What? You don't like it? Should I take this off? I'm sorry…" You started to apologize, only to be interrupted by his low voice.

"Don't you dare take this off, Y/N." He suddenly came closer to you again, and the next thing you knew, your back was slapped against the metal lockers when Bucky’s lips attacked you. He kissed you passionately and deeply, pressing his body against yours as if he was desperate to touch you and feel you closer. You couldn’t hold back the quiet moan that escaped your mouth when he tilted your head with his hand, helping his tongue slip into your mouth.

You thought that you heard the screams of the boys on the other side of the room, but they were really muffled when your head was filled with the thought of your boyfriend’s soft lips and warm skin. Bucky finally broke the kiss, leaving you two catching your breath while he put his forehead on yours and closed his eyes.

"You don’t understand what you’re doing to me. You look so fucking hot in this jersey, I want to fuck you right now." He whispered so only you could hear. "You made me hard, doll." To prove his words, he pushed his hips a little bit closer to you so you could feel the hardness.

"‘M sorry; I didn’t know that you would react like that."

"Hey, Buck, we should already go." Bucky’s grip on your waist became only tighter, when he heard Steve’s voice, and he nuzzled into your neck.

"Give me a minute."

"The game is gonna start soon."

"I said, give me a minute, Steve!" He said it louder. Bucky deeply inhaled, and it was obvious that he just needed some time to calm down.

"Shh, it’s okay, James." You put your hands through his hair because you knew that it would instantly relax him. "You're gonna win this game, right? And without fights." 

"I’ll do everything for you. I just love you so much, doll." He whispered into your neck when his body finally relaxed and he was able to move away from you.

"I love you too, James." He quickly kissed you again before turning around to face the team, who had knowing smirks on their faces.

"You two should get a room." Sam had an annoyed look on his face.

"Don’t worry, Birdbrain, we will. Are you ready for the game, or are you gonna stand here and complain all day?" Bucky winked at you and went out of the room without waiting for the answer from Sam.

"So…" Natasha suddenly appeared near you. "Did you make The White Wolf hard by just wearing a shirt with his name on it?" She grinned, as it was her original plan that worked.

"Oh, shut up!"

The game was tough. Hydra played dirty as always, and Bucky almost got into a fight with Rumlow during the intense moment. You almost jumped out of the seat during the last few minutes of the game, and when "Avengers" finally won, you and Natsha screamed at the top of your lungs.

As soon as the team was done cheering and hugging, Bucky looked at the seat where you were supposed to be but saw only Nat, who pointed at you already standing near the rim. He ran to you with the biggest smile on his face, and when he finally reached you, he crushed his lips into yours.

You didn’t care that many people looked at you, even though you knew that some particular groups of girls would gossip about it for the next week because… well, everyone wanted your boyfriend. You just wrapped your hands around his sweaty neck and pulled him closer to you as far as you could with a fence between you two.

"I’m so proud of you, baby." You whispered into his lips. "You were amazing as always."

"Thank you, doll. I'm happy that you’re here with me." He looked into your eyes as his right thumb rubbed your cheek.

"You know I couldn’t miss your game, especially if it’s that important."

"Mhm, can you… come to the locker room in like twenty minutes?" Bucky nervously licked his lips.

"To the locker room? I thought we were going to celebrate it with the team as always."

"Maybe later, but I’m thinking of something, so come, ‘kay?" He started to go back to the field, but not before giving you another sweet kiss on the lips.

***

You sat in the cafeteria for about twenty minutes, passionately waiting for the appropriate time to go to the locker room because you really didn’t want to see another naked man that wasn’t your boyfriend. One such experience was enough for you. You asked Nat to come with you, but when you repeated Bucky’s words to her, she just gave you a mysterious smirk and patted you on the shoulder, saying that you better go there alone.

When you finally got there and knocked on the door, you heard only Bucky’s voice, who told you to come in.

"James? What’s going on?" You asked as you came further into the room. It was empty except for Bucky, who came out of nowhere and locked the door. "What are you doing?"

He didn’t answer you; he just crossed the room, kissed you, and pushed your back into the metal lockers, just as he did it a few hours ago. He was greedy, passionate, and a little bit too rough, so you couldn’t keep the moan from escaping your mouth. Bucky’s hands squeezed your hips and then went higher under your jersey.

"Bucky…" You pulled away from the kiss, but he took advantage of it and started kissing your neck. Your eyes rolled back as you squeezed his shoulders and completely forgot everything you wanted to say. He sucked your soft skin into his mouth and even bit you. It was obvious that he desperately wanted to leave dark marks on your neck, but, honestly, you didn’t care. He smelled too good fresh out of the shower, with his bare chest and low-rise gray sweatpants, and his mouth… God, you knew what his mouth could do. "Baby, we can’t do it here."

"We can, and we will." He left your neck and looked at you, leaving only a few inches between your faces. "You can’t imagine how hard it was for me not to bend you over the closest surface when you showed me that fucking shirt. With my name on it? So everyone could see that you’re mine?" Bucky licked his already swollen lips. You pressed your thighs together, feeling how wet you were. He definitely felt that motion because his eyes became darker, and he looked like he was going to devour you at that same place.

"James…" You quietly whimpered, not being able to hold yourself anymore.

"Baby, fuck– doll, I love it when you call me that. You drive me insane." He decided not to lose any more time, so his hands went straight to the button of your jeans. He helped you get out of them, not losing a chance to touch your bare legs. "Now turn around, baby." You heard a deep moan, probably when he saw the back of the shirt again.

"Bucky, please." You whispered when you felt that more juices came out of you. You loved when your boyfriend became needy and possessive.

"Look at you, doll. You're already ready for me, and I haven’t even touched you yet." He said that when he put his hand over your pussy, he probably felt the heat and pulse. "I would’ve eaten you out, but I need you too fucking much, so I promise to do it when we get to my place."

"O-okay, just do something, please." You pushed your ass back and heard a loud, deep moan as soon as you touched Bucky’s hard cock through his pants. You put your hands behind your back to try to push down his clothes, and at the same time, Bucky removed your black thongs.

You felt his hard cock on the bare skin of your ass, the tip already leaking with pre-cum. Bucky squeezed your ass with his hands and moved his hips. His perfectly shaped cock grinded against your wet folds, and you couldn’t stop a whimper from escaping your throat.

"Please, don’t tease me–" You didn’t even finish the sentence when Bucky moved forward and buried himself deep inside of you. The mixture of pain and pleasure washed over you, and you didn’t even realize that you moaned too loudly. He was too perfect, filling you completely and stretching you around him in the most delicious way.

"Sh-h, sweetheart, you don’t want other people to hear you, right?" One of Bucky’s hands slipped under your shirt and laid on your stomach, and the other one covered your mouth, pulling you closer to his chest. "Good girl." He mumbled into your ear when you shook your head.

Bucky pulled away from you, still staying deep inside of your heat, letting you adjust to his size. He put one hand from your mouth on your back, which made you lean forward toward the lockers. The cold metal cooled your hot skin, but it still felt like you were burning inside.

Bucky finally started moving his hips, and the filling of his dick coming in and out of you made you almost faint. You two had sex a million times, but it still amazed you how full and satisfied he made you feel.

"That’s right, doll. You’re so greedy for my dick, huh?" He started to go faster, and you tried to move your body to his rhythm. "Was this your plan? Showing me that fucking jersey, so I could fuck you like a little slut you actually are?" His hand went over your back, tracing letters on your shirt with his fingers, and his motions became harder. In fact, it wasn’t your idea, but you should definitely thank Natasha because you really didn’t expect your boyfriend to become even more obsessed with you.

Your mouth opened in a silent scream, and you clenched around Bucky’s cock, making him moan. "I feel how you’re clenching ‘round me. I know that you like it when I call you my slut. Only mine." 

"Yes, Bucky– James, please." A sudden slap on your right cheek pulled another moan out of you, and Bucky just chuckled, knowing that you’re always loud with him.

"Please what, baby?"

"Let me cum, please– James! I’m so close." You felt too overwhelmed with pleasure, not even realizing that you started crying when his fingers moved to your clit, drawing little circles there.

"Fuck, one day I’m gonna make you Mrs. Barnes, so you will have a well-damn reason to wear this shirt." He deeply chuckled, moving harder and harder into you. More nasty sounds of skin slapping into skin and your not-so-quiet moans filled the room. "Can you imagine that, baby? Being my cute little wife, who likes when I fuck the shit out of her? Poor doll, crying. Can’t even handle my cock deep inside your pussy, can’t you?" He moved even deeper into you, and that was it.

"God– James!" You slammed your hands on the metal near your face, trying to find something to hold onto, as the wave of heat and extreme pleasure covered your whole body and mind. Your legs trembled, and the only thing that kept you straight was Bucky’s strong hands. He felt that you were over the edge, that you couldn’t stand on your legs, and he definitely felt more juices coming out of you. He looked down and saw how his shiny cock was coming in and out of your pussy that was particularly choking him, and that sight threw him over the edge. With the last movement, he pulled your body into him, wrapping his hands around you and releasing his hot seed deep inside of you.

You both moaned at the feeling of you being so full of his cum that it had already started dripping down your thighs.

"That’s it, baby." Bucky whispered into your ear. "You did so well. Are you okay?" He left light kisses on your cheek.

It was too intense; not a single thought came to your head, and for a few seconds you tried to put yourself together.

"Mhm." It was the only thing that you were able to answer because your body was still trembling with the leftovers of your intense orgasm.

You two stayed in that position for a few minutes until Bucky realized that you had become too sleepy. He tried to pull out, but you grabbed his hand.

"‘m too sensitive." You almost cried.

"I know, sweetheart, but now I have to clean you and take you home." Bucky gently came out of you, and your body got goosebumps at the feeling of his cum leaking out of you. It took him all the strength not to shove it back into you with his fingers, but you were obviously too tired, and he couldn’t properly take care of you since you weren’t at his or your bedroom.

Bucky fell on his knees, quickly took a towel from his bag on the floor, and carefully cleaned the mess between your thighs. He reached for your panties, helped you put them back, leaving a soft kiss on your leg, and then helped you sit on the bench.

He looked at your sleepy and tired face while putting on his clothes.

"Hey, doll? You’re too quiet. Is everything okay? Was I too rough?"

"I’m ‘kay, it was just as intense as when you make me come many times in one night. Just help me with my jeans; I can’t feel my legs."

"Of course, sweetheart." He helped you with your pants and then fixed your messy hair. You couldn’t imagine how you must’ve looked right now. "I love you so much. Thank you for being here today. You’re truly the best thing that ever happened to me." Bucky kissed your forehead and wrapped his hands around your body, standing up with you.

"I love you too, Buck. So so much." You happily buried your face into his neck, knowing that your boyfriend was going to take care of everything.

He picked up his bag and keys for the locker room and came out of there. Bucky didn’t even close the door when he heard a familiar voice.

"Do not tell me that you two did what I think you did!" Sam was standing there a few steps away with disgust and shock on his face. "I didn’t expect that from you, Y/N/N." He joked.

"Sorry, Sam." You moved away from Bucky’s neck and tried to give Sam your best apologetic smile.

"Well, I’m not. Since you’re here, close the door, Birdbrain; we hurry."

Sam stood there for a few more moments after Bucky left with you in his arms.

He decided that the headphones that he left in the room could wait until another time.

[junkissed]

can't get you out of my head

member — fwb!vernon x f reader genre — smut, like a little tiny bit of angst? with a happy ending word count — 2.4k synopsis — so what if calling your fuck buddy every other day is a little excessive? maybe you're just in love with him. smut warnings — descriptions of female anatomy, lots and lots of kissing, some dacryphilia, multiple orgasms, begging, creampie warnings — vernon is called hansol - i don't usually do that but just go with it; vernon is kind of a sweetheart tbh this ended up being pretty soft notes — june is back !! i've really been struggling to write these past few months so i'm actually super proud that i was able to sit down and write this as fast as i did. i can't promise another fic anytime soon or any kind of consistent uploads, but i hope you enjoy this meager offering! thanks for the support even while i've been gone :) also this is based on a dream i had about vernon the other day and i could not stop thinking about it it was driving me crazy, so everyone say thank you to my brain or the sandman or whoever put that idea in my dreams because this fic is a result of it. if there are mistakes pls ignore i wrote this at 2am

the thing you remember most about hansol is his lips.

the first time you kissed him was like opening a door to a world you'd never known existed. your past hookups had been terrible kissers, or even worse—hadn't even tried to kiss you at all. you were sick of the boring, underwhelming sex with men who couldn't care less if you got off or not. but some god or being in the universe must've been looking out for you, because finding hansol was nothing short of a miracle.

it was so good, you weren't even that embarrassed when you'd desperately texted him a couple of nights later, practically begging him to come over and fuck you again. he was burned into your brain, the feeling of his mouth locked with yours seared so deep in your memory you couldn't erase him if you tried, but it wasn't exactly like you wanted to. 

he hadn't explicitly said you would only be a one night stand, but you usually didn't hang around the same guy for too long, and he didn't really seem like the commitment type anyway. but when you find something this good, you don't let it go, and somehow you both knew that whatever this was, it was too good to pass up on.

so it wasn't really a surprise when you found yourself on his couch, straddling his lap in the late hours of the night for the third time this week. 

like you remembered, his lips were warm and soft, his cheek brushing against yours as you melted into him. you could kiss him for hours and not notice the time passing at all, so focused on the rhythm of his mouth working you up more than anything you'd done with any man you'd slept with before.

the heat of his hands resting on your hips sends shivers up and down your spine, unconsciously arching towards him as his tongue pushes into your mouth.

one gentle hand travels carefully up beneath your shirt, tracing the skin of your stomach before stopping at your breast, your heartbeat racing beneath his palm.

your breath is hot on his cheek as you readjust your position, slipping your knees onto either side of his hips and sinking down to straddle his lap. your clothed cunt throbs as he presses his bulge against the inside of your thigh, and you don't hold back the open-mouthed moan that escapes you as his other hand quickly reaches up to angle your jaw and guide your lips back to his.

you push your hips down a little harder on him and his nails dig into your breast. his grip tightens a little as his hips cant up against you, desperate for more pressure against his strained cock.

your eyelids flutter as his other hand tilts your chin upwards, finally breaking away from your mouth only to reattach his lips at the base of your jaw. his tongue laves over your skin before he starts to suck, and you shiver when he pulls back and cold air hits the wet patch of spit on your neck.

you have to focus hard not to drool when you open your eyes and catch a glimpse of his face, lust-glazed eyes staring up at you through his long, thick lashes, his intense gaze fixed on you.

if you ever get past this weird in-between stage of talking but not talking, maybe you'll tell him how jealous you are of his beautiful, natural eyelashes. if you ever actually get to have a conversation with him outside of calling to hook up, maybe you'll tell him how nice his lips are. you'll tell him how soft his hands are and how he's by far the best person you've ever slept with, leaps and bounds better than all the rest, and—

before you fully realize what's happening, you feel your shirt being pulled over your head and hansol's lips have made their way down to your chest. without a sound his hands roam your body, fingers drawing invisible lines over your bare skin and leaving trails of goosebumps with every touch.

he doesn't talk much during sex, or maybe you just don't know each other well enough yet for him to have much to say. aside from the way he occasionally murmurs about how perfect you are — an oddly intimate thing to say to someone who's just a friend with benefits, but coming from him it sounds so casual — the only words you ever get out of him are curses and whimpered pleas.

the only words he ever gets out of you are shamelessly begging him, please kiss me again, please, hansol; and you're always too far gone to care about how whiny you sound, because you need his lips on you so fucking bad you think you might just die without them. but he always obliges, quickening the speed of his thrusts and wrapping his arms around you tighter so he can kiss you deeper, until your lips are numb and you can still feel the weight of him holding you even hours after he's gone.

so maybe you do have a teeny tiny crush on hansol. anyone in their right mind would, and when he's finished with you tonight you're sure you won't have much mind left to even think about it. certainly this is a problem for another day, a day when you'll inevitably call him again so he can make you lose your mind all over again and you won't have to think about how much you like him, and you'll continue like that for who knows how long. 

maybe he'll get bored of you, or find someone else, or move to another city too far for you to justify travelling for a relationship that isn't even a relationship…

… but then he lets out a little groan and you fall back into reality, the reality where you've been making out with him for the past half hour and he quietly but confidently lets you know if he doesn't get his dick out soon he's definitely going to cum in his pants and not only will it make him look like a loser but he also won't get to fuck you, which is the whole reason you asked him to meet up tonight, right?

well, yeah, you guess, but a part of you knows there's more to it than that. but that's not really a conversation for right now.

you lean down to press another chaste kiss against those lips that you can't stop thinking about, and your fingers pull his t-shirt over his head before finding their way down to the button at the top of his jeans.

you've had his cock inside you more times than you think you deserve, but still your stomach bubbles with excitement as he lifts his hips and shimmies out of his pants, the outline against his briefs more than enough to make your mouth water before he slips those off, too.

for tonight, you're the recipient of his undivided attention. you alone get to have him and his perfect cock all to yourself; maybe not forever, but for right now, and that's all you really need.

he presses his hand against his bulge, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure as you stand up from his lap to kick off your pants and underwear.

you must have been taking too long for his liking, though, because as soon as you're fully nude his hands tug impatiently at your waist and pull you back down onto him. 

he lets out a heavy sigh, the head of his cock pressed deliciously against your clit as you start to rock your hips back and forth.

but before long his hands bring you to a stop and he lets out his usual string of pleas to let him fuck you, and now it's your turn to sigh in relief as he pushes into you, the stretch so natural like he was the only one who was made to sit you on his lap.

he doesn't move right away. he never moves right away, whether to give you a chance to adjust or maybe because he himself can't handle the feeling. either way, you always struggle to take in a shaky breath as your walls flutter around him, perfectly thick and long that you could probably cum untouched like this if you sat there for long enough.

but as badly as you want to never move and let him cockwarm you for hours, he always eventually moves. 

he starts out slow, just a few inches at a time, a gentle in and out that's almost romantic until you feel like you can breathe normally again— right before he knocks the breath out of you, increasing his pace until the room is filled with the loud sounds of skin against skin.

he always fucks you like it's been months since he's came, even though you know for a fact it was last thursday and all over your stomach. all you can do now is hang onto his broad shoulders for dear life, nails scratching helplessly at his muscles as he carries you up and over the edge, pushing you into the first of many orgasms tonight.

sometimes he'll make a comment about how wet you get when he fucks you like this, rough and fast as he pounds into you like there's no tomorrow. and that's when you'll agree, yes you love it so much, yes he's so good, yes you need more and please, please keep going.

if it were anyone else they'd probably smirk at that, satisfied with the momentary boost to their ego. but that's what you love about hansol, is that he's not anyone else: he'll take those words and use them to somehow fuck you even rougher and even faster, so rough and so fast that sometimes tears will start to roll down your cheeks, and that's usually about when you start begging him to kiss you.

you can't help it. the way he bounces you so effortlessly on his cock, his lips parted and beads of sweat trickling down his neck, you need him bad. you want to be closer to him, closer than you know is physically possible but damn if you won't try anyway.

throwing your hands around his neck and falling against his chest, tears still streaming from your eyes as you plead with him, repeating his name over and over and over like you've lost your mind and he's the only thing left. in all honesty, maybe he is.

he quietly shushes you and tilts his chin up to capture your lips in the kiss you so badly crave, and it's everything you need and more and somehow still not enough but you can't think straight anymore when his cock is hitting you just right and his mouth is also just right and each vein, each curve, each ridge, drags perfectly along your walls and he's splitting you open and goddamn you are ruined for anybody else.

you feel like you're skirting in and out of consciousness when you cum again, squeezing around his cock so tight that even his powerful thrusts can't continue at their current pace.

it isn't long before he lets go too, holding you flush against his body as he fills you up, painting your insides white with a breathy moan, and in a weird way it makes you feel kind of proud.

you both sit there for a moment, panting as you start to come down.

without even standing up you already know your legs are jell-o, but you don't really have time to think about that as hansol lifts you off his lap and sets you carefully on the couch, leaving you with another kiss before he stands up and disappears down the hall, returning seconds later with a towel that looks suspiciously new.

you'd asked him about his bathroom towels last time you'd been over at his place. a mismatched collection of white and brown and aquamarine that he'd taken with him when he'd moved out of his parent's house, he said, he'd never really had a reason to buy a set of his own. 

the grey cloth in his hand now that he uses to gently wipe between your legs is one you don't remember seeing.

he finishes and you want him to kiss you again, but you're too shy to ask now so he leaves you again with just a kind smile this time.

you've put most of your wrinkled clothes back on by the time he comes back. he offers to drive you home every time afterwards, but you always insisted you were fine, already feeling like you'd overstayed your welcome.

this time he doesn't offer, though, just quietly sits down next to you to pull on his own clothes until you're both fully dressed.

he speaks before the awkward silence has time to set in.

"have you been seeing anybody else?" he asks, and it's probably the longest sentence he's spoken to you outside of when he's fucking you.

it takes you a couple seconds to say no. god, you sound like a loser, but you couldn't lie to him. since the very first time with hansol the thought of seeing anyone besides him hadn't even crossed your mind. just like you thought; ruined.

it takes him a couple seconds to reply, too. 

"good," he says, and you could almost swear his cheeks are pinker than usual as he admits that he hasn't been with anyone, either. "could we keep it that way?"

your breath catches a little. "yeah?"

"yeah," he answers. "whatever… this is, i like it. and i like you."

and just like that, things make sense. 

"maybe, would you, y'know, wanna stay this time?" he asks, and you can't hide the grin on your face as you lean over and kiss him again, your answer evident in the way your hand falls against his warm chest and your fingers weave gently through his hair.

everything is so simple with hansol.

i hope you enjoyed this!! if you did, consider reblogging or leaving a comment or an ask :) it shows me this is something people want to see more of, and knowing people like this makes me want to write more of it! thanks for reading!!

> taglist | @wonderfulshinee @noniestars @onlymingyus @just-here-to-read-01 @wonuziex @enhacolor @yourfavoritefreakyhan @dkakapizzaboy @zozojella @rainyjeno @jwnghyuns @uwuheeseungie @miriamxsworld @synthetickitsune @simeonswhore @junhour @foxdaisy @limesorbets @98-0603 @fairybinie @anthropologymajorkpopmultistan @mingminghao @ifuckcheol @jeanjacketjesus @luvwonyy @tinkerbell460 @novalpha @ronnie97b @ohmygodwhyareallusernamestaken @usari @hyneyedfiz @honestlydooetree @oscarcantread @ktackore @k-drama-adict

> strikethrough means your blog cannot be tagged, please check your visibility settings and make sure they are off so i can tag you properly!

> if you want to be notified when i post a new fic, you can join my taglist here!

[365granitegirlx]

so I can have you to myself...for once

summary: new boyfriend!virgin!vessel thinks the world of you and can't think of a better way to show it than giving himself to you completely

vessel x fem!reader 𐙚

head's up/tags: switchy desperate lovesick vessel, sweet gone feral, smut with feelings, loss of virginity (lots of checking in and sensitivity), new established relationship, vessel is touch starved and simping, pet names (craziest one is puppy-girl tbh), p in v, dirty talk

Something Vessel didn’t tell you when you first matched on Tinder was that he was…well…how would he have even put it? Touch starved? Desperate? Needy? But you seemed to understand that. You were always holding hands while walking, or in a tight embrace if you were waiting at a crosswalk, or your legs and feet were touching while you sat. You get the idea. As much as he enjoyed the affection, he needed more. While he didn’t out himself as being, well, completely desperate for any kind of physical affection, he was upfront about being a virgin. Sure, he’d fooled around. He’d been blown plenty of times backstage and at parties…and yes he knows where the clitiros AND g-spot are, thank you for asking. But it never led to intercourse. In fact, it didn’t always lead to a relationship or a text back. A lot of times the timing was just off or the person was wrong for him or neither party wanted to. Which was completely understandable, but he had started to wonder if something was wrong with him. That was until he met you.

You were witty, kind, fun. Easy to talk to. And deeply into him. Vessel understood the allure of him. His aura and what came with it physically but otherwise he couldn't understand why you would want to stick around for more. Yeah sure he put himself out there on Tinder during a break from tour and he wanted the attention, but you…you were an angel. You made him take a step back and really consider what he’d been doing all this time. The drive to feel someone and something from others was strong for him. The sex he’d had wasn’t “consummating” by the wider society’s standards, and he was at peace with that, but he finally saw some truth in “saving yourself for the right person.” And it all came from a very sweet genuine place. He thought the world of you! But the other drive... To taste. To ravish. To fuck. That was very much running in the background.

When you two started having serious conversations about your histories and preferences, he was nervous. When he admitted that he’d never actually fucked someone, you chuckled just the tiniest bit, making him blush. 

 “What’s so funny?”

You just shook your head and looked past him, trying to keep a level head.  “I’m not laughing at you. Just myself.”

“Oh. Why…at you?”

“Because I could have really fucked things up. Do you know how hard it is to be good around you? To not just…rip your clothes off every time you come over? To not immediately drop to my knees with my tongue out like a greedy little puppy-girl?” You paused and met his gaze. Poor guy was blushing and breathing like he’d been out in the heat. “I don’t want to scare you. It’s not like I would push you or anything, but I’m glad I know. If you’d ever like to…you know…do something with me. Just let me know. I think we could have a lot of fun together.”

And that’s when Vessel started loving you and simultaneously cursing you. Loving you because you were so sweet, and patient, and gorgeous, and fun, and thoughtful and and and(at this point whoever was listening would pat his shoulder and say, “we get it, mate, you’re whipped”). But he cursed the day he mentioned being a virgin to you because he couldn’t get that image out of his head: you on your knees, begging for his cock. You saw all his scars and flaws and still wanted him in the rawest, most basic way. That blew his mind.

…

On the night you two finally slept together, you stayed out later than usual. Probably past midnight. But you don’t care. He clung to you all night at that stupid party and tried to make out with you in the Uber like a horny teenager. It was adorable. He was adorable. Back at your place, you fiddle for your keys on the darkened porch, which was quite difficult with a giggly man clinging to you. 

“Use your phone light,” Vessel says as he holds your waist and kisses your neck.

You let out a playful, exasperated sigh. “You use your phone light! My hands are full!” Finally the front door opens, and you both clamber in. Vessel’s hands find your waist again and pull you in for a frantic kiss. His hands can’t stay still as he clutches your plush ass but then trails all the way back up to grasp your hair. With a moan he pulls away.

“I think… I want to try it tonight.”

The giddiness and giggliness doesn’t stop once you fall onto your bed, making out and attempting to undress each other. Vessel kicks off his shoes and hesitantly moves away from you so he can take off his jeans. You lean back on your elbows, shaking your head softly. “So eager for me,” you chuckle.

He stands before you in his boxer briefs after he’s taken his shirt off, just taking in the sight of you. His fingers twitch by his side…and so does his cock. You like what you see and feel yourself propelled forward. Onto your knees. “Gonna take care of me, babe?” he asks with a shaky breath. He whimpers softly and bites his lip as you smirk up at him with a little smirk as your fingers lightly trace the waistband of his underwear and his happy trail. On the inside, he’s a mess. He feels the need to claim you as his. He doesn’t even really care about losing his virginity. Vessel just wants to know he’s been with you. The thought of screwing up tonight and not fucking you makes him cringe. He can’t take another night of fucking his stupid little fleshlight and sucking his own fingers pretending both holes are yours. When you ask if you can take his boxers off, he nods dumbly and bites his lip. He thinks he must have blacked out because suddenly your tongue glides from base to tip. Such a pretty smile on your face, too.

“Take your dress off. Please. Please, baby,” he pleads.You shake your head “no” with a little wink as you take his cock deeper into your mouth, nose almost touching him. “Fuck. My girl is talented,” he says as his chest starts to heave a little, “mmm please I…I want to see you.” He can barely get the words out as you let your tongue drag up the underside of his cock. As your lips pass over the head, Vessel’s panting turns into little whimpery moans. “Please.” You gaze up at him through half lidded eyes and see that he’s chewing on his lip and shaking…he wants to manhandle you. He needs to act out. “Fuck it.” Vessel takes your jaw in his hand and holds you so that you’re looking up at him.

“I am done begging. This is me telling you. Take your fucking dress off for me.”

His voice is firm. Dark. Lustful. 

“Yes sir,” is all you can manage before pulling the straps down. You stand up and let the satin-y material pool around your tummy. Vessel curses and growls under his breath as his eyes trail down your bare chest, his hands then pulling your dress further down your plush waist and hips. The feeling of his thumbs hooking the waistband of your panties makes you gasp a little. Vessel just shakes his head and chuckles as he undresses you. 

“You’ve already sucked my cock like it was nothing and yet me undressing you embarrasses you? And here…I thought you would be bossing me around tonight. You’ve folded, hm?”

“I uhm…heh.” You can’t even finish your thought as he pulls your hair back so you look straight up at him. “Got…got too excited I guess.”

“Hm,” he hums with amusement, “like a greedy puppy-girl. All bark…but you have any bite for me? Hmm?”

You stammer as he pushes you back on the bed. There’s something in how he maneuvers you that feels calculated. Practiced. “Ves…babe…? Are you sure you’ve never done this?”

He laughs as he lays atop you, his cock rubbing against your tummy. You can feel him quivering as your nude bodies touch for the first time. Vessel steadies his breath and whispers into your neck, “baby, if you had kept sucking me any longer I was going to lose it…but just because I’ve never been fucked doesn’t mean I don’t think about it.” His cock twitches between you both. “I know what I’m doing. And…dammit I know I’m going to just absolutely…” he pauses as his fingers mash against your clit “…drain myself so fast once I’m inside you. My pretty girl.” He trails wet, sucking kisses down your shoulder, breathing heavily as he poses a question. “I know you think about this. Has it made you cum?” You grit your teeth and whimper as his middle finger enters you and starts to fuck you. 

“Veeeeessssss fuck, baby…s’not nice to ask me something…while you…fuck.” He’s relishing in you trying to answer as he adds a second finger. Your hips buck against his fingers as he kisses your forehead and coos about what a sexy little thing you are. You can’t help the whines coming from you as he pulls his fingers from your needy pussy. All sense in your head flies out the window when he sucks his fingers clean and tastes you for the very first time. “What happened to my sweet, timid boyfriend?” you ask breathlessly.

Vessel plants a soft, deep kiss on your lips as he nudges the head of his cock against your entrance. You find yourself giggling breathlessly as he peppers your face with kisses before he rubs his nose against yours and whispers. “Still him. Just taking what you’ve so very kindly offered me…fuck…you gonna let me in, love?”

You nod softly and whimper as he pushes in. A pathetic, throaty moan ripples through him as he bottoms out. You’d never been someone’s first. It was a bit surprising but very endearing to see him go from feral and touch starved to blushy and pussy-drunk. Vessel wants to move. To feel your hot body against his…to hear you…to kiss you…to have any simultaneous feedback. His lust reciprocated. 

The instinct to care for him kicks in. You hold his face and whisper. “You feel so good inside me…you do baby…I want you so bad… Do you feel good?” His eyebrows knit together and he whimpers softly, wincing like he’s in pain. But he nods. “Do you want me to take care of you?” He nods again and buries his face in your neck. God his cock is throbbing hard inside you. Your hips buck sensually against him, riding from beneath. 

“Oh…fuck…you’re actually…you’re fucking me…you’re fucking me…” he whimpers pathetically. He winces and bites his lip. “Stop, baby.” 

“Are you ok?”

Vessel looks down at you with hazy, dreamy eyes and nods. “This is heaven. You are heaven.” His mouth goes to your nipple while he maneuvers one of your legs over his arm. “What did I do to deserve this…hm? Smart, beautiful girl with a perfect pussy…you shouldn’t have been single,” he whispers as he moves to kiss your lips. You both moan into the kiss, which makes his hips twitch. You feel the first tentative little thrusts and make sure to nod and “mhm” throughout the kiss to encourage him. He breaks the kiss, panting and quivering. You’re about to ask if he wants a break but he looks you dead in the eyes and gulps. “I love you, but I’m feeling a little overwhelmed. You’re driving me crazy. I’ve…I’ve wanted this for so long…and doing it with you I just…darling….” He trails off, thrusting slowly, making your eyes roll back from the stretch and feeling of his pubic bone meeting yours. You can tell he’s holding back. Holding his breath.

“Ves…Ves, babe…breathe with me. You’re ok…you feel so fucking good.”

“I can’t stand it…I have to…I need to…”

The look in his eyes betrays the sweet pout of his lips. He wants to claim you. Shape your insides to him. “Do it. I can take it.” 

He growls in your ear with a little chuckle, “you’re not one of my toys. I don’t want to hurt you…” He takes a shaky breath and cups your breast with his free hand, his other resting above your head.

“I trust you. And love you. You look sexy up there, ya know?” You say with a smile, trying to lighten the mood. He responds with another chuckle and kisses you deeply. You both get lost in each other and then he finds his rhythm again. You have no concept of how long he actually lasts. And you don’t care. When he cums he keeps fucking it into you, his face buried in the crook of your neck as he cries out your name…little curses…broken moans. 

The next morning, he spoons you. Pressing his morning wood against you and whining about how you didn’t cum last night. “I know I don’t know everything yet, babes, but maybe I could just poke around…play a little? Please?” 

[wonuwrites]

ot13’s reaction to “would you love me if I was a worm?” 🪱

Tbh idk what this is either but i got inspired after eating a cheesy gordita crunch and watched a bird look for food a few days ago so here ya go LMFAOOO

Warning: nothing really. blame taco bell.

also randomly putting songs on that came on for the people in case yall wanted new music to listen to <3

🪱 S. Coups: (Song Note: this song is so Seungcheol coded and I can't even tell you why lmaoooo)

"A worm?" "A worm," you said before taking a sip of your beverage. One of your favorite past times was asking Seungcheol stupid questions you'd see on tiktok and see his reaction. He always entertained them and you were thankful because both of you knew the answers meant NOTHING and that your relationship was solid. Or so you thought. "Well, if you were a worm I guess I would be a bird." "Excuse me!?" "Yeah, I'd be a bird." "Baby, birds eat worms though..." "Yeah and? Don't I do that every night anyway?" He asked while raising a cheeky eyebrow before taking a sip of his drink. You couldn't help but blush at his crude joke and hit his chest softly which caused him to laugh before pulling you close.

🪱 Jeonghan: (Song Note: im feeling nostalgic today~~ lmfaooooo)

To say you caught Jeonghan off guard is an understatement. You would be in the car with him listening to the radio in a comfortable silence when you just sprung the question on him. He half tempted to pull over and give you a genuine "what the fuck" face but instead he just scoffed and started to laugh. "Where did this question come from, (Y/N)?" He would question you. "Just answer, baby. Would you, Yoon Jeonghan, love me if I was a worm?" The use of his full name made him laugh before he just rubbed your thigh and glanced over at you. "Baby, I love you even when you act like a clown. I would love you no matter what."

🪱 Joshua: (Song Note: I got nothing but like yeehaw lmfaoooo. sorry Shua.)

Sometimes, Jisoo and you would give each other "silent treatments" when you were both play fighting and today, it was Jisoo's time to give you the treatment. Why? Well, you ate some leftovers he was thinking about for the last two hours and it killed his pride lolol. While he wasn't mad because truth be told, he was happy you remembered to eat, but still you should've known he was thinking about it because y'all were 'soulmates' or whatever. You rolled your eyes when you realized he was giving you the silent treatment as he started to make Ramen. You started to just playfully annoy him while wrapping your arms around him and just doing the yapping for both of you. He was close to cracking once you started but he finally lost it when you asked him "would you love me if I was a worm." When he didn't say yes right away, you then gave him the "silent treatment" and then it would be his turn to try to annoy you into talking to him.

🪱 Jun: (Song Note: ooo should I do a "sour" version of this? Someone tell me yes pls)

You honestly caught Jun off guard when you asked him. He would just stare at you confused before slowly nodding at you. When you laughed at his reaction it would make him even more confused. You would drop it shortly after you asked but he would think about it for awhile. Shoot, he might text some of the members for advice because well, you really stumped him hahaha. Before you both went to bed, he would roll over and whisper, "So... would you love me if I was a worm?" You would just roll your eyes before kissing him and telling him of course you would.

🪱 Hoshi: (Song Note: Stan BamBam for clear skin. This shoulda been the title imo.)

Soonyoung and you had a really goofy love life for the most part. Sure, you both had your "serious" moments but there was no questioning that you both knew how to be unserious. Today was one of those days. You both were laying on the couch together watching Spongebob. Soonyoung was mindlessly playing with your hair before you decided to hit him with such an important question for him. "Soonyoung?" "hmmm?" "Would you love me if I was a worm?" His hand would stop massaging your head for a minute while he thought about it. You fake gawked at him because he didn't answer as quick as you thought he should. Before you could scold him he would give you a smirk before wrapping his arms around you tight, "why be a worm when you can be a tigress, (y/n)? Let's be tigers forever and ever and ever." You would groan at the 'tiger agenda' but would laugh as he started kissing you all over your face.

🪱 Wonwoo: (Song Note: literally one of the most underrated songs to EVER exist.)

Wonwoo thought he would be safe from this question when it came to you. You see he had already been hit with this question from several members of the maknae line. *cough cough* Mingyu, Hansol, Seokmin, and Chan. *cough cough* so when y'all where getting ready for bed and you asked him he couldn't help but laugh which would make you so confused. He would just smile at you and find you so precious, "of course I would love you if you were a worm you lil cutie." He would give you a soft kiss before pulling you into his chest while you smiled stupidly and contently at his answer.

🪱 Woozi: (Song Note/Rant: If you are still sleeping on Ian you need to reevaluate your life because OMG.)

To be completely honest, I can see Jihoon just giving you a blank stare because his brain just went ???? he didn't know the trend and the question would break his brain. He didn't know what to say so he would just go "uhh sure?" You would fake sulk at his answer and he probably would text one of the younger members to ask for help. I can see Hansol being like "the answer is always yes!!! omg." LOL

🪱 DK: (Song Note: why do I want Seokmin to sing this to me to help me sleep at night? omg)

You would be sitting next to Seokmin on a park bench watching birds just be birds. You were both waiting for Soonyoung and his partner to meet you for a double date and were currently in a comfortable silence. That was until you asked him, "Seokminnie, would you still love me if I was a worm?" As you asked that, a bird had grabbed a worm from the ground and flew away. You both were flabbergasted at the timing and just broke down laughing together. Once you both calmed down he reminded you he'd always love you no matter the life time but for the rest of the day he would lovingly call you "bird food" as if it were a pet name which left Soonyoung and his partner hella confused lmaoooo.

🪱 Mingyu: (Song Note: Nelly will always be that girly for me <3)

One of MIngyu favorite errands to run with you was going grocery shopping. Just spending time with you while planning meals to eat with each other or grabbing snacks with his favorite snack just fueled him with so much happiness. You loved it too because when you were with him, you could turn your brain off and just be yourself. That's why Mingyu wasn't too surprised when you looked at gummy worms and deadpanned asked him, "Baby, if I was a worm would you still love me?" You couldn't see the loving smile he had on his face before he wrapped his arms around you from behind. "Of course, baby. You would be the prettiest and nicest worm to exist."

🪱 Minghao: (Song Note: ngl this might be a future song reaction thingy for my ot13 series I do.)

When you asked Minghao if he would "still love you if you were a worm" he would giggle at your question because duh. He's in this for life baby. He would tell you he would find the BESTEST dirt for you live in and would fight any birds that would try to eat you. It would honestly be just a giggle fest between the both of you.

🪱 Seungkwan: (Song Note: CLC deserved better.)

Seungkwan and you were staying in for the night and were both just hanging out while mindlessly scrolling on your phones. You then crossed a meme that reminded you of the "would you still love me if I was a worm" question. You decided now was the perfect time to make your lovable stud muffin to answer your question. Once you asked him he gave you a stank judgemental side eye before *respectfully* ignoring you. You kept scooting closer and asking him before he couldn't help but laugh and just saying "yes."

🪱 Vernon: (Song Note: When the remix is better than the original... Red Velvet wins always.)

To be real, Hansol was READY for this question. He had seen it on his fyp and knew it was only a matter of time before you would waddle over and ask him if you would still love him if you were a worm. He would be doing whatever Hansol does and just say "yes, I would love you if you were a worm." and also "yes I promise." He would find it very funny when you were pleased by his answer.

🪱 Dino: (Song Note: this song has no business being as much of a bop as it is.)

Chan could go two different ways lmao. He would either laugh at the question before saying "of course I would, but would you love ME?" Or, he would overthink it. Were you an Earthworm? A gummy worm? A pinworm that would be a pain in the ass? He just had to know. Soon you both would be ranking worms and would forget about the question hahaha.

btw just wanted yall to know how committed to writing Chan's part I was:

I forgot what they were called LMFAOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Anyways, which one was your favorite? Mine personally was Seokmin's. I feel like I've been writing so many sad things for him lately so it's been nice to write something super cute like that. <3

Hope yall enjoyed <3 if yall were worms, I would love you all :)

[algea]

Ghoul School (pt 2)

prompt: when you get out of the hospital, Lars has put it onto himself to take care of you until you're healed. I can confirm that there is a big chuck of text where you're really pissed off at him before he gets his shit together!

warnings: tbh i literally dont even know. umm yeah your shin is broken and you're concussed so. things may or may not get a little steamy...cussing duh

a/n: im super mega surprised all my Lars stuff has gotten popular; i think it’s very insanely unhealthy how much i love James Acaster.

~ there are a LOT of little secret references to James in here, comment what you picked out ;)

~ also this is probably longer than the first part idk, but its officially the longest post ive written @jesssuperwholock03

~requested by @thestralluvr

Lars visited you everyday. Every morning, every evening after work, sometimes even over his lunch breaks, like clockwork. You were beginning to think it was seriously unhealthy. You were lying in the hospital bed, 4 days after the incident, with your eyes closed. You heard a soft click of the door and you cracked your eyes slightly. You, being oh-so-surprised, were met with the tired face of your crush colleague and work partner. He wore his jumper tied around his waist, a dark colored button up adorning his body. His hair looked disheveled, which could only mean he had just finished a job. He looked so tired, more tired than you've ever seen him be. It was annoying, honestly. Annoying how attractive he was without even trying. 'Why can't I look like that' you thought to yourself, mentally frowning. You decided to acknowledge his presence, seeing how he took time, again, out of his day to come and visit you.

"Lars." You stated, turning your head look over at him. Lars froze, gazing down at your solemn face. You started to reach out to him, but thought otherwise and rested your hand back on the crisp sheets. You watched as he pushed his glasses up and pulled a chair to sit beside you. Lars rested his forearms on the edge of the bed, his hands clasped.

"I was told that you'll be able to get out of here today." He whispered, his tired eyes searching your face. He was desperate for you to come back, back to how things used to be, where he would tease you, and you would always find witty comeback. But he knew you couldn't, not for a while at least. Lars was so scared you weren't going to be able to work for Ghost Corps anymore, especially since the concussion you got really fucked up your head. Not to mention your shin, which was a huge impact on you.

Lars let out a shaky breath. He unclasped his hands and ran one through his hair. You reached out, more confidently this time, and rested your hand on his. He didn't move his hand; he was scared if you let go, you'd disappear.

"Lars." You said again, your face flashing with worry. Your other hand softly touched his chin, holding his face so delicately.

"I'm scared that you're not going to come back." Lars stated, grimacing at the words that flew out of his mouth.

"Why wouldn't I come back? What made you think this?" You asked, your eyebrows drawing together in a sad furrow.

"I want things to be the same, I don't want things to change." He whispered quietly, his eyes cast down.

"I think you and I both know that it won't be the same, neither of us want to admit it. Normally, you don't go around kissing people and pretend like you hate each other for the rest of your life." You explained, searching his eyes for an answer. His eyes glanced back at you as his cheeks burned with pink. You tipped his head to the side ever so slightly, your thumb brushing over his cheekbone.

"That's unfair, Lars. You can't expect me to leave you alone after that." You pleaded.

"Can we just drop it? It really doesn't fucking matter right now.” Lars snapped. You drew your hand away from his face, hurt flashing across your face.

“What I meant was that we should focus on getting you out of here.” He frantically explained. He reached for your hand, but you pulled away again. Lars had never felt an emotion like this. His ears were ringing and his brain was hazy. It could’ve only been described as embarrassment. He wouldn't cry, no, that's not what he wanted to do. He wanted to apologize over and over again until you'd forget he ever did anything or said anything.

“I think it's maybe time for you to go. When I get out, do me a favor and send Lucky and Pheebs to get me.” You muttered, looking down at your hands. Lars sat there for a few moments, his jaw clenched. He wanted to say something, anything, to make you understand how he felt. Instead, he got up and, with a longing gaze down at you, left.

You felt hot tears sting your eyes, which you allowed to fall down your cheeks. If he wanted to play that dumbass game again, you could do it, just not like you used to. You didn't realize that you were holding your breath until he walked out of the door, not looking back. You slammed your hand down on the bed in a fit of rage, which turned into a soft cry. You wished that you could make better sense of it all, but your wishes never came true.

It was only 2 hours after that you were discharged. Lucky and Phoebe, just as you had requested, rushed in to see you as soon as they could.

"Y/N!" Phoebe exclaimed, running to you and giving you a big hug. You smiled and hugged her back, or at least as much as you could with your crutches. Lucky joined in on the hug before you parted and started making your way to the car.

"Everyone is so happy you're coming home! We've all been super worried." Phoebe smiled, giving you a big smile.

"I'm so happy I get to see you guys again, Pheebs." You grinned back, ruffling her hair. Your mind wandered to Lars as you crutched your way to the car.

"Has um..." You started, realizing that the words were harder to get out of your mouth than you thought.

"He's not here. I haven't seen him since we went out this morning." Lucky explained, catching on to what you were about to ask. You looked down and nodded. 'Of course, how could I be so goddamn stupid.' You thought. Phoebe helped you into the car while Lucky set your crutches next to you. Trevor was driving, which was a whole other risk to be taking.

"Since when did they let you drive?" You asked, grinning at Trevor.

"Since Lars bailed at the last minute. I'm a great driver, so I have no idea what you're even talking about." Trevor bragged. 'He bailed at last minute? He never does that...' You thought sadly. He could've just been working really hard on whatever science thing he was studying. You really didn't know, but it did cut a little.

You didn't know you were carsick until you let Trevor drive you home. You thought Lars was a bad driver, but you quickly realized that Trevor was on the list of 'Never-Ever Drive Me Again,' along with Gary and Ray. You made a mental note of that as you struggled to stand to get out of the car. Trevor quickly rushed to your side to help you, easily pulling you up. You casted your gaze up, which fell on the Firehouse. 'Oh good, he won't be here.' You thought, as a feeling of relief washed over you. You hobbled in next to Phoebe and Trevor with Lucky trailing in not far behind. Callie and Gary stood right after the door, waiting for your arrival. As soon as you entered the Firehouse they were by your side, giving you warm 'hello's' and 'I'm so happy you're back and ok.' You were quick to hug them, hoping to talk to them about your situation with Lars.

"Alright kiddos, time to let the adults talk." Gary clapped, shooing away the smaller kids.

"Hey but I'm not-!" Trevor started, but was dragged away by Lucky. You three sat down around a table. It was silent for a moment as you tried to say what was on your mind.

"Did he come see you?" Callie asked, leaning in close.

"He came and saw me everyday. Sometimes up to three times." You whispered, your hands clasped together. Callie and Gary looked at each other.

"But when he came and saw me this morning, he was different. He was super moody, and got upset when I tried to confront him about kissing me like you said for me to do. I don't know if he doesn't like confrontation or if he, yknow, might be seeing someone else." You went on, nervously biting your nails.

"Y/N, I seriously doubt that there's many women who actually like Lars, much less want to even date him." Gary said, using his left hand to talk. 'Is he right? But I'm sure women think Lars is attractive.' You thought, scrunching your eyebrows together.

"I'm pretty certain that you're like the only woman he's ever talked to in a romantic way, probably even the only woman he’s ever even talked to." Callie confirmed.

"Either way, he likes you. We all know that." Gary finished. You were really hoping he was right, otherwise you were a fool being played.

You chatted for a little while longer, mostly about anything and everything that came to mind. After a while, you told them that you were ready to head home.

"I'll drive you home." Callie said, standing up and grabbing the keys. The ride home was filled with you and Callie singing awful 80's songs, the vast majority of them by Tears for Fears. That was something that cleaned your soul and freed your mind a while. Callie helped you into your apartment before she left with a hug and a warm 'see you soon.' You were seriously hoping that your torture would end.

After a day, you got restless. So restless that you decided to go back to the lab and start working again. Yes, it was idiotically stupid. No, you weren't going to listen to anyone and take a break. Honestly it was going to happen anyways. You walked into the lab the first day, partially hoping that Lars was going to be there, but alas he wasn't. You felt disappointment but you were hopeful that you'd see him tomorrow. Except you didn't. More days past by and you hadn't seen any sign of Lars in the lab at all. You were starting to get more and more worried.

It had been more than a week and you hadn’t seen Lars since. Concern was growing and you were growing weary waiting for him to return. It was extremely hard taking care of yourself, especially since you had to trek a long ways to get yourself to your car outside of your apartment. Finally, you decided it was time to go see Lars. It pissed you off so much that you were running to him, instead of him coming to you. You knew his place, mostly because you, Phoebe, Trevor, and Lucky would sometimes prank him by doing something so absurd he would tremble with anger. That was back when you had your little schoolgirl crush on him, before you realized that you loved him.

You decided to walk, opting for the fact that he knows your car all too well. You weren’t even sure if he was there, you really didn’t even bother checking to see in your group FindMy. You didn’t even bother use your crutches because they were stupid anyways, you could walk just find even though you had a little limp. God you just wanted to fucking punch his stupidly handsome face. He made your blood boil so much.

You were only a few blocks from from his house when it started to rain. Not just a light rain, but a pour. You grew a little worried for your cast, but continued on. You were completely drenched by the time you were on his doorstep. Even worse, it was cold out. You stood on his doorstep for a minute before you started to knock on his door. You breathed out, seeing your own breath in the air. You were so cold. No one answered, which was pretty typical for Lars. He was probably standing in the kitchen, not going to open the door.

"Lars!!" You yelled, knocking on the door some more. Water dripped from your face and you shivered again. The door still didn't open. You sighed and started walking away, the pouring rain drenching you again. You started to tread back to your apartment when you heard a loud bang and turned your head. There Lars was, standing in the doorway, eyes wide as he stared at you.

"Y/N!" Lars yelled back, meeting you in the rain. He craned his head to look down at you, his hands flying to meet your face.

"What are you doing here?" He said, his thumb swiping at your cheek.

"I came to see you. Where the fuck have you been, Lars Pinfield?!" You boomed, your right hand gripping the front of his shirt. His head dropped and he closed his eyes.

"I...I couldn't face you after that dumb shit I pulled. I wanted to apologize, really I did, but I couldn't bring myself to face you." Lars explained, his breath creating a misty cloud. All that either of you could do was stare at each other incredulously.

“Are you fucking stupid? I’ve wanted to see you all week, but your dumbass wouldn’t show up. Jesus Christ Lars, do you have any clue how much I’ve missed you? You’re so goddamn unfair you know that?!” You screamed, pounding on his chest. Lars’ hands moved from your face to your waist, holding you steady while you angrily punched him. He could only see you through his hair, which now stuck to his forehead, and his rain covered glasses which were fogging up. He was freezing, but all he could ever think about was you. How cold were you? Why would you sacrifice your time, hell, your health to come see him. He really couldn’t understand it. He couldn’t comprehend why someone would ever do that for someone. You would think with him being such a genius he would figure it out, however some people can be dense. But he realized that you were giving up all your time to invest in him. So, he decided that he needed to do the same.

"Do you think, maybe, that you'd want to spend the rest of your life, with me, maybe not just hating each other. And maybe not while hating each other, you'd like to be with me, y'know, for a long while?" Lars whispered, causing you to stop throwing punches. You looked up at him, in all his rain drenched glory. God, he looked so beautiful. You began to tremble, your hands lifting to capture his face with them. Lars breath quickened, his large hands gripping your waist. His hazy blue eyes captured yours, holding you in his everlasting gaze.

"Lars..." You murmured, swiping your thumb across his bottom lip. It was soft, softer than you thought it would've been. You found yourself daydreaming again about kissing him, though you'd never let him know how many times you've done it. You realized how close you were after you felt his breath against your cheek. You leaned in closer, pressing your chest against his. It was like something out of a movie, the way time stopped then. When your lips pressed against his, your body shuddered. It was like fireworks went off inside of you, making you all jittery and excited. Lars' hands slipped from your waist to your ass, softly gripping the flesh there. You slipped your fingers into his blond locks, tugging lightly. You heard a light groan rumble from his chest as he pressed into you further.

You weren't sure if the rain mixed with the cold had made you delirious, but after Lars had pulled away, it made him look even hotter. His tousled, wet hair, his lips that were red after the kiss, the ruby flush that adorned his cheeks and ears, and his half-lidded eyes made him even more beautiful. You found yourself feeling heat creep up through your neck to your cheeks as he stared down at you.

“Shit, right, you need to get inside, now.” Lars commanded, dragging you towards the door.

“Lars—!” You exclaimed, eyes widening as he basically picked you up. Your hands fly to grip the shirt on his back as you hoists you over his shoulder. He muttered a few things under his breath as he strolled to the door, obviously not caring that the rain was coming down harder. Lars opened the door, set you down, and shut the door with the heel of his shoe.

“Give me a second.” He commanded, leaving you standing in the foyer. You shivered and looked around, noticing some things that seemed quite out of place. Lars had multiple different band posters framed and hung up around the house, most of them signed. You could pick out a few like Pindrop, Temps, and the Timewasters. You also found multiple different movie titles like Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind and other things. ‘Interesting’ You thought as you took in your surroundings. Lars appeared again with a towel and some sort of clothes he had found for you to wear.

“If you fuck up my good clothes, I’m kicking your ass to the curb again.” Lars sighed, throwing the towel at you.

“Whatever, brainiac.” You bit back, trying to hold back your grin as you shoved past him. That earned a scoff and an eye roll from Lars.

“Washroom is down the right hall, second door to the left.” He called, peaking down at you as you went to change.

Lars had never had a girl in his house before. Other than the times his mother and sister had come over from Britain, obviously. His “outside” friends insisted that he bring a girl home, but he couldn’t ever bring himself to when he could only think of you. It made him a little giddy knowing that you were here with him. It was like a fever dream, if he woke up it all would be gone. He wanted to pinch himself to make sure that there was a way to prove that this was real. Lars found himself wondering if you liked how his house was decorated, the clothes he brought you, even the way the house smelt. At the thought of these, he began to worry that you didn’t like it here. Those thoughts were denied when you waddled back from the bathroom, furiously rubbing at your hair to dry it. It was silly, really. Lars thought you looked a little too good in his clothes. His Temps T-shirt was too big for you, and his plaid pj pants were rolled a few times to even try and fit you.

“You look stupid in that.” Lars scoffed once more, looking anywhere but your face.

“Hey man, you picked this out. Don’t blame me for your shit style.” You tried back. A hint of a smile could be found dawning his face. You smirked and poked his cheek.

“Is that a smile I see? Is the Lars Pinfield smiling in my presence?” You giggled, covering your mouth with your hand to fake gasp.

“No, it isn’t.” He replied, the smile growing wider on his face.

“It so totally is!!! Lars Pinfield is literally smiling right in front of me!” You exclaimed. He shook his head.

“Shut up. Anyways, I’m getting changed, don’t fucking break anything.” Lars sighed, sliding past you.

“You can put on anything, just as long as it’s not some stupid BritCom.” He added, shutting the door to his room.

“Who even watches BritComs…” You muttered to yourself. Walking back into the main foyer, you sat down on the sofa, which was surprisingly nice compared to how you thought your scientist boyfriend colleague lived. You sat down and flicked through the channels, stopping on whatever stupid romcom movie was on. You sighed and put your chin in your hand, anticipating the snappy response of ‘this is the shittiest movie I’ve ever seen.’

“Hey.” You heard from above you. Looking up, you saw Lars resting his elbows on the top of the sofa next to you.

“Hi.” You peeped back. Secretly, you were gawking at him. Lars wore a pair of white sweatpants and a black shirt. You’ve never seen him in casual wear, but you were absolutely loving it right now. His glasses weren’t pushed up, loosely sitting below the bridge of his nose, and his hair was still damp. If this wasn’t heaven, you didn’t know what was.

“What’re we watching?” He asked, glancing down at you. You shivered when his eyes locked on to yours.

“Some stupid romcom, you probably won’t like it anyways.” You answered.

“You’re right, I’ll probably think it’s super shitty, but I’ll watch it anyways.” He sighed, tipping his head towards you. You reached up and placed a kiss on his lips. Lars scrunched his eyebrows and sighed. After you pulled away, you patted the seat beside you, beckoning him to sit down. He all but scrambled to get next to you, plopping down with another big sigh.

“How’s your leg?” Lars asked once more, motioning to it with his eyes.

“It has definitely seen better days.” You replied earnestly. He nodded in sincerity, then turned his attention back to whatever you were watching. You looked over at him again before reaching over and slipping your hand into his. He didn't move, so you considered it a win. Taking matters into your hands again, you slid closer to him and rested your head on his shoulder. Lars' head rested on top of yours immediately and you smiled as he snuggled in closer. You could smell whatever cologne he was wearing, a citrusy, vanilla smell.

"You smell good." You muttered, looking up at him through your lashes. Lars didn't reply, but you could definitely imagine the look on his face. That little embarrassed smile with a scarlet blush dusting his cheeks. You found yourself becoming a little sleepy as you settled in. Blinking a few times, you tried to wake yourself up, but that only made you even more sleepy. Unintentionally, you started to fall asleep. As you drifted off to sleep, you could hear Lars mutter something to you, but you didn't respond.

Somehow, in the middle of the night, you had moved from the sofa, to Lars' bed. Now you only had 2 options as to how you got there. 1. You sleep walked to the bed and magically laid down, or 2. Lars had carried you there. You groaned and opened your eyes, lifting a hand to rub them. You blinked a couple times and sat up. No, Lars wasn't in here. So then, where was he? You slipped out of bed and stumbled to the kitchen, finding that he wasn't there either. A cup of coffee and some breakfast was left on the counter, along with a note saying,

'I'll be back later, got a couple things I need to work on at the lab. I left you some breakfast and I'm sure you can fend for yourself for lunch. Please don't burn the house down. - Lars' You smiled and picked up the coffee, finding that it was still steaming. You noticed that Lars had made the coffee the way you liked it, which meant he definitely paid attention whenever you ordered it.

After basically spending the whole day exploring Lars' house, you settled into the sofa once more with a random book you had picked out of his bookcase. Hearing keys jingle, you lifted your head from the book and saw Lars venture in. You slowly got up, minding both your head and leg, and made your way over to him.

"Hi handsome, how did work go?" You smiled at him, leaning against the doorway.

"It was...eventful. I got thrown up on by pukey." Lars sighed. You laughed and patted his shoulder.

"That was probably hilarious. I'll make dinner while you take a shower." You said, pushing him along to the bathroom.

"Mmmm, fine. But..." He started before he swooped down and kissed you. Your hand flew to his hair, giving it a nice tug. With that came a loud groan. Lars' gripped your waist and pushed you against the wall. His tongue swiped at your lips, which you gladly accepted. You snatched his glasses and tossed them away, squirming slightly as his nails dug your waist. When he pulled away he grinned,

"Looks like I'm not getting my shower in tonight."

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for insisting on an apology?

☆I'M SO SORRY THIS GOT WAY TOO LONG☆

(Ok tbh I feel like I already know the answer, but I'd like some other opinions just in case. Also, I kinda need to vent, sorry)

(ALSO- I tried to post this on reddit AITA and holy shit are they picky about submissions- this story got deleted because "no interpersonal relationship problems allowed". WHAT possible conflict situation would not be interpersonal? Can you even have a AITA submission that isn't interpersonal?)

My mom is a premium member of a casino and she found out that the casino was having a BBQ for the premium members and their guests. So she wanted us to go.

Except she didn't find out about this BBQ until the day before it would happen and I had work that day and since my shift had long ended, I would not get a chance to talk to anyone at work about switching shifts and I don't have anyone's number to ask. So my mom decided for me that I should just call out.

Now here's where I might be TA (but I feel like what happened after could earn me back some points)

I was pissed off at the fact that she didn't even ask if I wanted to go or if I was ok with calling out or if I even COULD get someone to cover. She just automatically told me to call out, like I have to listen to her. (I'm over 18. I am an adult) I didn't appreciate that she just decided this for me like I was a child and told her so. This lead to a big fight where I cussed at her and called her a bitch and told her to go fuck herself (not my best moment) and told her to go to this stupid BBQ alone. (I genuinely meant that part about going alone- at least somebody should enjoy it. Also, she's my ride, so I was willing to be stranded with no way of getting anywhere if it would enable her to enjoy her party.)

After I calmed down, I told her I'd be willing to call out if she absolutely insisted. She said no, it was fine and I ended up going to work as usual.

Almost.

About an hour before my shift ends, she shows up AT MY JOB and tells me to ask my manager if I could leave.

No! It doesn't work that way! I work retail. As far as I know, no retail job will let you leave early unless it's an emergency. She worked retail, she knows the drill. So I tell her to think of a legitimate reason why I'd have to leave and I'd tell my lead that. (Luckily I had a lead I was pretty chill with that day and she was like why is your mom here? And when I explained the situation, she was like "yeah I don't really care if you leave, but I need you to make up a legitimate excuse for when [our boss] asks why you left.")

She couldn't think of a reason, and after humiliating me at my job, she left without me noticing and I finished my shift. (It was a very busy and stressful day, even without my mom pulling that shit)

She surprisingly picked me up when my shift was over and we went to the dinner and were able to make it in time and had a nice dinner, so all of her stunts were wholly unnecessary.

She had sent me several long and vicious texts while I was at work that I didn't see until much later in the night. I will quote some of the more vicious ones (text message will have 《》 around them my personal thoughts on the text will be after with *) omitting personal info:

《You are a 26 year old loser [my name] stuck at a dead-end job that you've been doing for almost 5 years. A little bit of a rush shouldn't phase you like it does and you should be able to ask to leave a few minutes early- why can't you?》

*Name-calling is unnecessary and rude. She is constantly putting me down and calling me a loser and insulting my job, like she doesn't also work retail. So it's no wonder why I hesitate to jeopardize my job to please her.

[Context- one of the reasons I couldn't leave, other than the fact that retail Doesn't Work That Way is that I had a huge rush of customers and had to straighten up my department that I was working alone. I was closing and it would be extremely obvious who had left the department a mess and I would get in trouble for it.]

《Who left you with that mess? I overheard them [my leads] talking and they didn't sound like they thought you were being left with anything. They thought you should've handled it and can't do your job if that was a problem.》

*This one really got me and I was VERY glad I didn't see this text while at work, because I probably would've had some kind of meltdown. I honestly do not know how long she's been doing this (probably my whole life) but recently I've been noticing that she keeps trying to plant seeds of doubt and paranoia in me. Mostly by telling me that people are talking about me behind my back and/or judging me. Or telling me that my friends don't actually like me. Another example that I caught recently was her telling me that when I go to retail stores as a customer, she notices other customers and the employees staring at me, judging my hair/outfit/whatever. I immediately thought this was total bullshit, but just in case I was wrong, I paid extra, EXTRA attention to everyone around me when I was out in public to see if anyone was pointing, whispering, looking at me, doing anything to suggest judgement and I honestly did not see a single person even glance at me. I have unnaturally colored hair, so I expected at least one glance, but I got nothing. Side note rant over.*

I'm not going to quote the last text, as it doesn't have any specific quotes that provide any context. She just demanded that if I am not out of work by 5:01 (exactly 1 minute after my shift ends) then she is leaving me stranded and that I need to get my friend to pick me up.

*which....I live in her car. If I hadn't been out on time, I would've been completely stranded at night, with nowhere to go and no way to get there, which as a female, is unbelievably dangerous. It is also incredibly rude to demand that my friend, who doesn't work with me and has his own life, should drop everything and come pick me up and....what? Take me where? I'd probably end up having to stay at his house, which is very rude to basically guilt him into letting me stay at his house for the night*

SO after the dinner, I read all these texts and I was furious and insisted that she apologize to me for 1. Causing a scene at my work 2. All of that nasty shit she said to me in the texts and 3. For blaming me for ruining her plans when even after I went to my shift, we were still able to go to the dinner, so all of the stunts she pulled were entirely unnecessary.

She literally laughed in my face and called me delusional (for...wanting a verbal apology....) and when I doubled down on demanding an apology, she called me a delusional cunt and I still have never received an apology to this day.

What are these acronyms?

[applbottmjeens]

WEST COAST YOUTH

tags: toxic and jealous phillip graves as usual, MW2!Era, Peak Gremlin Anna, This mf is sexist and kind of a douche, hates this girl but also wants 2 smooch her so bad just date a man tbh, Phillip Marshall Graves you're too old to be acting like this, Anna has 0 self preservation skills, This man does not treat her good

summary: The beginning of something addicting- Phillip doesn't want Anna talking to other men and deals with it like a man. (The worst way.)

Goddamn Californian girls.

West coast, liberal, chatty, young things. Usually hated their guts, but goddamn this one was just persistent.

Being annoying was her love language. And like a child or a nest of wasps, the more you reacted, the more she acted up. Somehow, against all odds, she made this into a charming trait.

She's a pretty girl in a job full of men. He hates how hyper aware of it he is now. Of how many other guys she spends her time with other than him.

He wasn't special was he? This was how she was with every guy..Right?

She calls Ghost, “Spooky” and punches his arm as thanks. She randomly sings club songs with Soap and asks him for piggyback rides. She pesters her Captain with questions over call like she pesters him. And for a girl who claims to hate this Sergeant Garrick, they sure do text a lot.

He wished she chose to stay in the Shadow Company. He could watch over her more then- keep a closer eye. Have the authority to tell these other goons to stay away from her.

But when Laswell called- she couldn't say no. She “owed her too much” she said.

They weren’t anything. Not officially. There was no labels, nothing telling them that they couldn’t fuck other people or anything. But dang it- if he didn't hate it when she gave another man those fuck me eyes. When they were together, they belonged to each other. What happened when they were apart for work was none of the others business. That was the rule.

She didn't seem to mind. Free spirited, California girl like her was just someone to occupy his time, right?

This wasn't love. He was too old for shit like that. He had his chance and blew it in a bitter, bitter divorce and his firstborn son being raised by some Governor chump. He didn't love her. And while he was certain she was pretty head over heels for him, she wasn't pushing for much.

He didn't think too much of it till he saw how much she and MacTavish got along. Messing up eachother's hair. Constantly talking to one another-

It's driving him nuts. Seeing how she laughs at his jokes as if the man she actually wants to be around isn't right there.

She walks into the room after talking to Soap, and smiles when she sees Phillip pouring himself some coffee.

"You two sure talk alot." He mentions.

"Same MOS kinda. We talk all the time." She answers, leaning on the counter by him, arms crossed.

Phillip can't take it. He bites the bullet and asks her directly. “Is there anything going on between you and MacTavish?”

Anna makes a face and snorts. “...Ew. No. Also if there was, it wouldn't be any of your business-”

“Annie.”

“Stop calling me that. I'm not a child.” She sneered. She never got around to that nickname. But he's not kidding around.

"Then stop actin' like one and listen t'me." He says firmly. He puts his coffee mug down and moves towards the smaller woman, forcing her to turn and face him.

“I don't. Want you. Flirting with other men. You understand?” Graves’ grip on her arms tightened. “...Just me.”

Anna doesn't speak for a moment. “You askin' me for a commitment?” She blinks in disbelief.

“I'm asking you not to make a fool outta me.”

She scoffs and shakes her head.“...I'm not gonna roll my stops for a guy who ain't even my man. Don't play with me, Phillip.”

She rolls her eyes like the goddamn brat she is. Does he really have to spell it out for her?

Phillip speaks low, his hands moving to her waist. “Well I am your man.”

“Wait-”

“We're together now.” He states firmly. Her usually mischievous eyes are wide and surprised. Gosh, that was cute. He'd caught her off guard.

“Wait-...Don't I get a say in this?” He cuts her off with a kiss. She melts into his arms, breathless when he finally pulls away, eyes blinking in dizzy disbelief.

“...Any more stupid questions?”

Her cheeks are still flushed. “...N-no?...I think?”

He loved shutting her up. And now he had her all to himself, and nobody could take that from him.

Well except maybe HR. But he had his way around that too.

He was keeping her. Consequences be damned...

[fireflyghoul]

Sending Nudes

SwissxDewdrop fic

So I had this picture in my head of Dew sending a hot nude to Swiss (I've even made a sketch, but I haven't been drawing in years and it looks terrible so I probably won't post it) and I had to write it!

Dewdrop was bored.

And horny.

He was laying on his bed, only in Boxers, and stared at the ceiling. He really wished Swiss was here right now. But he didn't want to get up to look for him.

Also, he thought he said something about a meeting earlier he had to go to.

So probably he was there now anyway.

But maybe he could text anyway?

Dew could use that and tease him a bit.

And he loved to tease Swiss.

So he took out his phone and texted the other ghoul.

Hey Swiss, what r u doing?

It took a few minutes until he got an answer from the Multi ghoul.

In a meeting with Copia and some others right now.

So you're busy?

Obviously

Dewdrop sighed. Okay, so he was right with that.

But it's boring tbh

Was the next text he got from Swiss a few seconds later which made him smile.

Need some encouragement?

Dew smiled at the thought of what he had in mind to do next. And when Swiss sent a simple 'yes' back, he got up with a smile and took off his Boxers.

Then he placed himself on the floor in front of his whole body mirror and took a picture.

He kneeled, his legs spread, but leaned on his hand, which was placed perfectly between his legs, to cover his dick. He had to move a bit around, so it was completely hidden behind his forearm and you couldn't see anything, but in the end, he worked a way out somehow.

His long hair fell over his shoulder, beautifully smooth and untangled,

covering one of his nipples. You could see a bit of the nipple piercing through it, but only if you really concentrated on it, but really just if you focused on it a lot. Thanks to the amazing camera quality on those new phones.

The other nipple was completely exposed and you could even see his nipple ring in all his beauty. A bit of light reflected on it and made the picture as a whole look even more beautiful.

On his lips was a grin, exposing his sharp teeth and he stuck his tongue out between them too, looking straight into the camera while doing so. You could see the teasing look in them even through the camera.

He really liked this picture. And send it to Swiss immediately.

Oh, how much he would love to sit in this meeting room right now, seeing Swiss' reaction. Probably looking at his phone below the table, so nobody notices him doing it. His cheeks get hot and blush. He looks up again, staring at whoever speaks right now, which doesn't make it really inconspicuous that he was doing something he wasn't supposed to do.

Dewdrop imagines him swallowing, trying to hide how hot he finds this picture and that he even looked at it. He lets his eyes travel through the room to make sure nobody noticed his doings.

Dewdrop looks at himself in the mirror another time and smiles complacently. Then he gets up again, but doesn't put his boxers back on and just falls on his back back on the bed. He stares up at the ceiling again, then starts to scroll through his phone until he gets an answer from Swiss.

Dew

Fuck

Could you please warn me next time?

What the heck was your plan with that?

Dammit, I hate you

Dew grins. That's what he wanted to get from him. And he loves it. 

Hmm. dunno, but I don't think I'll warn you next time. And I know you don't hate me, love

He texts back, still with a grin on his face. 

But since you're not here, I think I have to take care of myself on my own

Again, he has to wait for an answer from the Multi ghoul.  This shitty meeting. Why can't he just stare down at his phone the whole time, texting him back and looking at this picture the whole time..? He sighs.

It takes a while again until he gets another message.

Don't you dare to touch yourself without me.

Dew bites his lips and his thoughts revolve around touching himself and sending Swiss another picture of it. But he stops himself from it. He will wait for Swiss. Even though this will be very hard. But he can tease him anyway. He can text him that he doing it and he won't know. 

Not sure if I'll be able to do so. Maybe I'll have a solo round before you join

Even though Swiss wasn't there, Dewdrop thought he could hear his grumble through his phone. But he <em>knew</em> Swiss would do it if he could, but he couldn't, because he was in a meeting. And Dewdrop liked the thought. He could tease Swiss as much as he wanted and the poor Multi Ghoul couldn't do a thing. He had to sit there, be silent, behave, and watch Dewdrop sending him those naughty messages. 

Don't you dare, you little naughty shit.

I'll be out here soon, and then I'll be in your room within seconds.

Mhh.. I like it more when you take longer and don't come too fast. It's more fun then

Dew, shut up.

Why? Scared you will get caught staring at your phone? Or that you have a boner?

Sad that you can't touch yourself right now, not like me.

But you're not going to touch yourself now, I know that

That confused Dewdrop kinda. What was that supposed to mean now?

Of course, he would wait even if Swiss wouldn't have said that, but what was his thought behind this now?

But before Dewdrop could ask, he got his answer already.

You can make yourself come, but we both know that I can make you come better. And I know how much you prefer having my hands touching you, feeling them all over your body. And especially on your beautiful dick, instead of your own beautiful hands.

Dewdrop swallows and feels his cheeks heating up. He's lucky nobody can see him right now. Probably the color of his face is the same as a tomato. Because Swiss was so damn right, and he hated it. But at the same time, only the thought of Swiss' hands made him get a little hard. Fuck, he can not let him get control now.

But right when he starts tipping he gets another message.

And with my dick inside you, you not only make such beautiful noises, but also come even better and harder.

Dewdrop bites his lip. Only the thought, oh damn.

Thanks for the pictures in my head, now I can do it myself even better

Swiss doesn't have to know his impact on Dewdrop right now. And that he will wait, even if it will take hours for Swiss until he will be here and even if it will be the worst time ever for him.

Oh, since you're talking about pictures...

Dewdrop grins.

Liked the view? You want another one? Can take plenty more if you need.

No, it's fine. This is more than enough already. I'm pretty sure at least one person in this room caught me staring at my phone already anyway. This Picture is forbidden hot and attractive. But that's not my point right now.

What's it then?

I think you like this Picture too. I know you and I'm sure you think it looks hot.

Maybe... So?

You can be sure that you'll look at yourself in that mirror. Exactly in that position, with my dick shoved deep inside you and one of my hands will be around your neck, having you choking for air and letting out choked-off moans because my other hand will be around your dick

Dewdrop lets out a pathetic sound. Swiss won and he can't deny it. He could try to turn this around again, but he knew he was inferior to him, he couldn't win anymore. He had started this with a complete other intention and now Swiss was the one making him get hard and whimper. He hates this damn multi ghoul. Why was he able to do this so easily?

Oh, and Dew?

He bites his lip. Not more, please. It was so hard not to touch himself already. If Swiss is sending him and other text now he can't wait for him anymore. He has to touch himself. No matter how hard he would like to try and not do it. He was so hard already. One more text and he couldn't resist anymore.

I'm standing at your door right now

[hers1ut]

Best Friends Mommy - Natasha Lyonne Chapter 1

-

READER IS 19 AND NATASHA IS 43

-

Pairings: fem reader X milf Natasha Lyonne

Warnings: smut, mommy k!nk, heavy praise k!nk, alcohol, Cigarettes, use of pet names a lot

Words: 2851

-

Nobody's POV:

When you end up having a sleepover at your best friends house. Who you haven't seen in years. And meet her mom again after few years too, she looked hotter than ever and you just couldn't help yourself.

Y/N’s POV:

I was just chilling in my bed getting cosy under the warm fluffy blankets. When Talia had texted me.

T ❤️: “heyy girl you wanna come round for a sleepover tonight?”

Talia was my best friend we have been besties for years. However we haven’t seen each other in ages since she left. Everytime I went round her house tho I’d always see her parents arguing. I mean It was none of my business but they probably got a divorce. However tho Talia’s mom Natasha was pretty hot tbh she was the first woman that made me realise I liked girls and not boys.

Me: “hey T oh my god yes I’d love to come for a sleepover. What time?”

T ❤️: “you can come now if you want”

Me: “alright I’ll get ready, cya in a few x”

Instantly throwing my phone onto my bed I got up out of my fluffy, warm blankets and headed to my closet. I picked out a white loose tank top which was slightly see through. I didn’t want to wear a bra so I didn’t, because they are just honestly kinda uncomfortable. I paired this with black ripped jeans and my black high top converse all stars. I threw my toothbrush/toothpaste and other essentials in my back pack and headed downstairs.

Leaving a note on the fridge for my parents letting them know I’ve gone to Talias. They were out so I also texted them too. I headed out the door to my car, yes I’m 19 and already driving but honestly tho I love it. Before setting off I texted T telling her I’m on my way there.

Me: “Hey T I’m on my way”

Talia: “yass. Put your phone away tho now I don’t want you dying on me”

Me: “yeah yeah I will”

It had been a few minutes and you had arrived at her house. Getting out of the car grabbing your things you headed to the front door and knocked. But Talia didn’t answer it was Natasha.

My breath hitches in my throat when I see her. She looked hotter than before, the red silky robe she was wearing wrapped so delicate around her “fuck” I muttered to myself. No y/n you shouldn’t be thinking like this about your best friends mom but god she was sexy. I saw a smirk on Natasha’s face when she realised how I was looking at her. A blush started to plaster on my cheeks at the embarrassment of her catching me. Instantly she bent down to give me a hug. But I couldn’t help but notice the lack of fabric covering her cleavage.

Natasha: “Y/N oh my god it’s so good to see you, Talia said you were coming round for a sleepover she’s just upstairs talking to her boyfriend at the moment sweetheart”

Sweetheart? She never calls me that. Hmm weird I thought to myself .

Me: “thank you Mrs Lyonne” I say sending her a sweet smile.

Natasha: “call me Natasha darling no need to call me Mrs Lyonne” she says while putting a hair behind my ear with a slight smirk “I’ve known you since you were 9 so no need for formalities sweetie” she says in an almost whisper so only I hear it

Me: “okay Natasha”

Natasha: “good girl” a shiver spreads down my spine after she said that I could already feel my panties being to soak. She smirked knowing what she did to me.

Natasha: “would you like anything to drink lovely?”

What’s with the pet names Natasha. You’re killing me fuckkkk.

Me: “just some apple juice will do”

Natasha: “come on y/n you’re 19 and you want apple juice? I’m not judging but let loose a little” she says while getting out a bottle of wine pouring some into a glass and 2 beers assuming the beers are for me and Talia.

Me: “I’m just not a big drinker Natasha, I’ve changed since the last time you saw me well I still love apple juice but I’m different”

Natasha: “ yeah and how so different, huh?” She says bending over the counter drinking from her wine glass with a smirk plastered on her face. Her full cleavage was now directly In front of my eyes on show. My cheeks quickly covered in a pinky red colour swallowing deeply I couldn’t contain myself until she spoke again.

Natasha: “y/n you okay”

NO NATASHA IM NOT FUCKING OKAY

Me: “y-yeah sorry Um as I was saying”

Natasha: “go on dove”

Me: “well I am 19 now so I’m not so sweet and innocent like I was when I was 9”

Natasha: “not so innocent? Hmm so are you a naughty girl miss y/l/n” she says lighting a cigarette. I all most choked on the beer I was drinking after she said that. OMG WHY IS SHE DOING THIS TO ME

Me: “for a matter of fact that’s none of your business Mrs Lyonne” I say turning around grabbing the other beer to walk up to Talia’s bedroom. But she stopped me pushing me to the wall. She just chuckles seeing the effect she has on me.

Natasha: “why are you so nervous around me y/n, I won’t bite” “but I will if I need to” she says whispering into my ear and taking my earlobe slightly between her pearl teeth.

I bite my lip to stop the noises that could come from my mouth. She pulls away and smirks looking at me.

Me: “Na-Natasha w-why are you doing this too me?”

Natasha: “I’ve seen the way you look at me y/n I’ve known since you were 15 you had a crush on me. But I couldn’t do anything about it” she says putting a hair behind my ear “however you’re older now so it’s not illegal baby. so now what do you say, let me fuck that pretty kitty of yours huh? Can I sweetpea? Can mommy do that for you?”

I nod quickly earning a smirk from Natasha.

Natasha: “use your words princess”

Me: “yes yes tasha”

Natasha: “no no wrong name”

Me: “sorry, yes mommy please”

Natasha: “please what”

Me: “FUCK ME PLEASE OH MY GOD PLEASE”

Natasha: “patience sweet one”

Before Natasha could do anything Talia called for me upstairs. Me and Tasha just look at each other before she whispered. “We’ll carry this on later ok darling don’t say anything to my daughter or do anything to yourself or I’ll have to punish you got that dove” She says putting her thumb over my bottom lip. I just nod but she didn’t like that so I spoke so I don’t get more of a punishment.

Me: “yes Natasha I- I mean mommy”

Natasha: “good girl now go on run upstairs so Talia doesn’t suspect anything, but before you do I’ll give you something to look forward to” she says before capturing my lips into a passionate kiss. Her soft plump lips against mine felt so right. They fit together like a puzzle piece as if we were made for each other. I moan into her mouth as the kiss gets more heated.

Quickly we pull away for a breath. I smile looking at her only now noticing her beautiful brown eyes. Kissing her one last time I rush upstairs to Talia.

Talia: “hey what the fuck was taking you so long” she says chuckling

Me: “oh your mom said you were talking to your boyfriend so I stayed down to talk to her for a bit since I haven’t been here in 4 years”

Talia: “oh alright”

Me: “your mom has changed a lot tbh wait where’s your dad”

Talia: “oh he’s away for 2 days on a business trip thing”

Me: “oh okay” hmm I wonder why Natasha is making a move on me when she’s still married. Why Tasha why me and why not your husband I thought to myself.

Natasha’s POV:

Why did I do that god. I’m so stupid she’s my daughters BEST FRIEND this isn’t right. But she is of age and the tension between us. The way her lips fitted perfectly against mine as if we were made for each other. My husband can’t know about this but why would he care anyways. He’s always away from home and never gives me any pleasure or attention when he’s here.

The attention I want from y/n is more exciting the thought of being caught with her between my legs. Just makes the arousal grow more. The need and crave I have for her grows more when I’m around her.

I was so excited when Talia said she was coming round for a sleepover. I almost wished she was coming to see me and not my daughter. Why am I so attracted to my daughters best friend why does she have this hold on me.

-time skip-

Y/N’s POV:

It was now 11 pm surprisingly Talia fell asleep early, the whole night we just catched up she introduced me to her boyfriend. Liam he seemed like a nice guy. I had tip toed to what I assumed was Natashas room.

Natasha: “come in y/n”

Me: “h-hi”

Natasha: “hey baby, come sit” she says patting her lap

I don’t say anything or move I just stay standing near her door.

Natasha: “y/n what’s wrong”

Natasha walks over to me and lifts up my chin so I’m looking at her.

Natasha: “y/n please speak to me”

Me: “it’s just, why me? Why are you into me when you have a family Natasha. A husband and a daughter, I’m so confused I feel like a homewrecker”

Natasha: “y/n it’s just, my husband well he’s been away for a while and he just won’t give me the attention when he’s here that I crave and want or pleasure. And when I saw you today I couldn’t help myself and I know you couldn’t either” “I understand if you think this is weird or wrong since I’m your best friends mom bu-”

I cut her off before she could say anything else with a heated kiss. After she pulls away and walks to sit down on her bed.

Me: “Natasha I’m gonna be honest here. I’ve always thought you were the hottest, sexiest woman alive and to be honest I still think that. But fuck you turn me on so much I’ve always wanted you and craved you. You might’ve known me since I was a kid but god I just want you to fuck the shit outta me please. But let me pleasure you first. You’ve been touched starved for too long let me help”

Natasha: “is T asleep?”

Me: “yes mommy she is” I say walking closer to her with a smirk.

As I get closer to the bed I start taking off the tank top revealing my uncovered breasts. That Natasha’s deep brown eyes couldn’t take their gaze off. Crawling onto the bed I trail my fingertips along her bare thighs sending shivers up her spine.

Natasha moaned wanting more and to stop teasing her. So I gave her what she wanted. What she craved most.

Y/N: “we gotta be quiet remember Talia is next door. So shh while I give you the pleasure you deserve mommy let me please you”

Natasha couldn’t say anything so she just nodded, I didn’t want to tell her to use her words incase a moan came out. So I began removing the red silky fabric from her body.

Me: “you’re so beautiful Natasha” I say admiring her gorgeous curves and natural beauty.

I look up at her with a seductive look with my finger wrapped inside the hem of her matching red lace panties. “Can I?” She gives me a reassuring nod while biting her bottom lip. Slowly I bite the hem of her panties slowly pulling them down between my teeth while looking up at her. I smirk taking them off and throwing them into the corner of her bedroom, instantly planting small kisses up her thighs reaching closer to her clit. Natasha bucks her hips up wanting friction. “Patience mommy. I’ll touch you soon okay be patient” Natasha couldn’t hold back her moans no more. I began kissing up closer to her core when I reached it I plastered feather like kisses on her clit just teasingly. Making her begin to rock her hips slightly.

Gripping her thighs I slid my tongue through her slick folds moaning at the taste of her in my mouth and squeezing her beautiful breasts, they fitted perfectly into my hand.

Natasha: “mmm y/n fuck faster please” she moans. I got faster with each thrust of my tongue on her clit. Her hips became more sloppy which I knew was because she was getting close. I quickened up the paste to help her out a bit. “You can do it. Tasha cum on my tongue, let me taste you even more” “cum for me baby” I mumbled against her clit and after that

she released on tongue. Her taste was devine. I licked up all her juices and began to put more feather like kisses up her body until I reached her lips. I captured her plump lips into a heated kiss. Natasha flips us over so she’s on top of me.

Natasha: “now sweetheart let me pleasure you okay please. Let mommy fuck you so good you’ll see stars like I said I would” I just nodded knowing she’ll hate that.

“Use your words baby”

Me: “yes mommy please I- I need you just as much as you needed me please” I say bucking my hips upwards to get any sort of friction.

Natasha began to pepper kisses on my face then kissing my lips leading to a make out. She then started to kiss my neck slowly moving down my body. But before she could, she whispered seductively into my ear. “I own you now, okay got that sweetie. Mommy owns you” which sent a shiver down my spine. She trailed her lips over every inch of my body peppering feather like kisses. Until she reached my core. Her lips hovered over my thighs biting and sucking at the sensitive skin. Leaving marks so only I know I’m hers. Her property. I couldn’t take the teasing no more, as I whined and bucked my hips up more. “Please Natasha please” I said in a moan.

Natasha: “wrong name kitten”

Me: “mommy please”

Natasha: “tell mommy what you want princess”

Me: “fuck me please I- I need you so bad please mommy”

Before she could say anything she slid her tongue into my slick folds slowly admiring my taste. I moaned in pleasure as she hit my g spot making me grip a hold of the sheets. Natasha got faster as my movements got sloppier. She knew I was close so she decided to slide in two fingers into my clit as she still licked my folds. “Cum for mommy baby, let me taste you let me devour your goodness” and with that I let go and released on her fingers and tongue. She let me ride out my high before pulling out and kissing up my body and squeezing my breasts. I captured her lips into a loving kiss before she fell beside me. “Wait” I said grabbing her fingers and sucking off my juices into my mouth Natasha looked at me with a smirk. “If you do that I’ll want a round 2” i chuckled at her saying that and just stared at her beautiful face admiring her beauty.

-time skip-

Me and Natasha had a round 2 before I hurried off back to Talia’s room. She gave me her number so we could talk more and maybe see each other in secret.

This was the best night I’ve had in awhile. SHIT am I falling in love with Natasha. I mean yes I had a crush on her and yes she’s hot as hell and yeah we fucked but she’s my bff’s mom. I can’t date her, this was just a one night thing right just because she was touch starved. That’s all it was, I mean nothing to her. She didn’t say she was in love with me, she only thought I was attractive. She has a husband after all. I’m just the best friend of the daughter.

-

A/N: Hii I hope you enjoyed this, I was thinking about maybe turning it into a series. Let me know if I should do more chapters about this. :)

[sociallyawkwardseal]

Had a dream that I got an email about a comment on a fic; whenever I get emails, it shows me the little title that they have, so from AO3, they're like... "Comment on (ao3 title)". The one in this Dream Email was on a specific SBG fic I have.

Gonna put the rest under a cut because, initially I wasn't going to type out the full dream because I figured it would be kind of boring, but considering the reaction the people I already told was "What the fuck? What the fuck", well.

I noticed that the text for the preview was... Wrong and it weirded me out. I was just kind of like "...? That doesn't look right...? Did they change how these are sent out?"

And I opened my phone to see what the comment was. Very quickly, I started losing the ability to read; the letters of the AO3 email became jumbled, they would "dance" around and jitter, and eventually just fully glitch out until my phone went dark with the weird little restarting circle that it's been doing on and off for the past year or so at... Pretty much random. I swore and tapped at the back of my phone (as if that would do anything; it doesn't irl, why would it do anything in a dream?), and when I looked up, it was pitch black inside my house. My phone turned back on and I was greeted with the BSD layout I have--which was reassuring; it meant everything was normal. I checked my email, and the email itself was still there, but now it didn't have a title line to it, it was just the sender information, "Archive of Our Own".

I didn't reopen the email out of fear that it would cause my phone to crash again--I kind of desperately needed the light. Despite living next to a highway, everything outside was perfectly quiet. Both in my house and outside of it.

Which is weird. Because when you have the pets that I do, there isn't usually a quiet moment. Someone is always making some kind of sound. Even right now, one of my cats is just crunching on some food. Very audibly. Anyways. Yeah, so. Pure quiet? Incorrect. Uncomfortable.

And that's when I realized two things in my dream; 1) This is a dream 2) I was dreaming about the Otherside from Otherside Picnic (I assumed this because of the weird circumstances+the text on my phone getting messed up, though tbh lore-wise I shouldn't have even been able to read "Archive of Our Own" once my phone got back but what does that matter, it was a dream, I don't make the rules, my brain gets to do what it wants, and since most of my dreams are pretty lucid, I usually get to make decisions based on whatever environment it crafts for me), which I was reading right before bed. I was at a part where Sorawo had gotten back to the Mayoiga alone after one hell of a bus ride, and couldn't find any sign of anyone else--then she woke up and saw an Incorrect Toriko in her bed, and then it jumped to Runa.

Remembering the part I had been reading before going to sleep, I was like "Okay, then... Surely I'm at the Mayoiga? But like, the Mayoiga is where I live? What the hell. Would be a little funny if the Mayoiga in the thing were an American trailer park." and I kind of just sat there in the light of my phone. Thinking about what to do, how the Otherside in the series is implied to be impacted by the culture of those experiencing it, how it's impacted by the urban legends and stories that the person there had, and what this meant for my brain and the dream that it's conjured up. I mean. If I was going to just dream about Otherside Picnic, what could I do? I could encounter horrors beyond my comprehension, that'd be cool--but would they be like, the scary stories I grew up hearing, the ones I researched for fun, the creepypasta I read as a teenager (admittedly, I think it would have been a little funny to encounter Certain Creepypasta Entities in my dreams as an adult--I don't think that I would be able to stop myself from being like "Dude, you have No idea what happened. Do you know how excited I was as a kid for a movie about you? Yeah, that went to shit. Repeatedly. Sorry. Sucks for you."), would my brain just pull the experiences straight out of the novels (I haven't seen the anime or manga)...? Regardless, my thoughts would keep going back to one fact: I just couldn't look at the owner of the place. Which is a complex rule that I had to think over for god knows how long.

But I moved on from it and tried to figure out what percent my phone was at. I couldn't make out the numbers at the top of my screen, but thankfully it looked like it was pretty decently charged. So, I turned on my light and crawled out of my bed and set out to look around the place. I debated going outside to explore the full trailer park, but I kind of felt the dream "slipping", if that makes any sense? And reasoned that I would wake up before I had time to do that. Just the trailer itself would be enough.

I didn't even get that far, though. I just... Woke up. Before I could even leave the bedroom. Saaad. I wanted the Appalachian Otherside Picnic experience. It would've been fun!!! (<- Loves to experience The Horrors and has Little To No Fear involving them)

Anyways, the only reason I'm sharing this dream here is because it involved a fanfiction of mine/a comment (that doesn't exist and didn't exist in the dream either) being left on it.

[nathank77]

9/10/24

11:33 a.m

Mike canceled go figure. I mean at least this time he didn't leave me sitting there for 30 minutes ignoring my text. I mean, he said he is sick. I'd believe him. I mean I know he has a chronic condition but I'm pretty sure he is trying to get rid of me. Its rather annoying tbh cause like I'll just talk and you get paid for it. I'm a talker. You don't have to talk much. Day dream for all I care cause I mean I don't expect therapists to care about me or any of their clients at this point.

I look at Elise as a human and Erin as a human. Things were weird between me and Elise bc there was something there and maybe one day she will personally be involved. And maybe one day she won't. As for Erin I have a long standing relationship with her and she's a good person and there isn't anything else there. So I believe that some therapist can be good people and care but generally I think it's about income and nothing more. So idk why Mike won't collect his income and just put up with me.

I guess now I have all day to decide if I should go to the E.R or wait until tomorrow. Idk.

I'm annoyed that it's been 3 weeks since I've had therapy and it's not my fault every new provider I try out dips out on me. I mean I know insurnace doesn't pay them much but if you're willing to see clients with my insurnace than why not see me? When I first told him about Erin losing her license the way he reacted was, "well then what are you going to do rely entirely on me? I mean", I don't remember the rest but it was very I don't want to see you more than once a week and I prob don't want to see you at all.

I'm trying to find another but it's hard, all the faces look familiar.... and most are young and at that younger than me. I know personality plays a role in attraction which is why dating apps are sucky cause it's just about looks. I bring this up bc 3 of my last therapists were attracted to me..... I don't see Elise as a therapist but she is a therapist and she was attracted to me it was obv.

Kristen eye fucked me that one session when she made deep eye contact for over 2 minutes until I broke it. We were both awkward around eachother in person and the elephant was in the room. She brought up mutual attraction like 3 times....

And then there is Danielle who admitted to transference and cut me loose.......

So yea that makes some therapists not want to work with me... no doubt. Danielle was single. Kristen was poly but she did work with me until I left. But she couldn't stand when I talked about not being attractive. It was obv from the moment she laid her head on the table over telehealth when I started talking about women not finding me attractive bc of my bald head. And the magical vacation she took right after that bringing it up after I complained about women not finding me attractive.

Anyways..... this is my issue. No one wants to work with me. I have something step up with an intake person but we all know she will fit me someone they will leave me and if Mike won't see me I'm fucked. Its frustrating. Very frustrating. Incredibly frustrating. They either find me attractive and won't work me with me..... Danielle is a prime example of that. The other two people are not they did work with me and didn't dip out bc of mutual attraction...

Or they idk are younger and don't feel experienced enough to work with me. Or they think I'm too complicated to get paid 50$ a hour to talk to me. It's frustrating.

[skinni-girls-eat-books]

Tuesday, March 5th, 2024!

1:07am: Just going to keep journaling so I don't go insane. My ex keeps jerking me around and I can't continue to care. He's so wrapped up in his own emotion, he will never be capable of actually being a good friend. He never asks if I'm ok or tries to make casual conversation, it's just all about him and his constant state of drama. I just can't relate to him anymore and I can't continue on the way I've been trying to. There's literally not much I can control or change about this situation, I can only be responsible for how I react to it I guess.

On another note, I finished my laundry! Tomorrow I will get up, take a shower, shaving is not necessary I just need to clean myself so literally no pressure. Drink some water, take my vitamin, hang out with my cats. Probably take a tums bc my farts are DEADLY rn and I don't know why RIP. If I do shave it would probably just be my coochie tbh. Some light weed whacking lmao. If I keep farting like rotten eggs I'm definitely not making any man plans tomorrow 🤣 I cantttttt haha

I think tomorrow I might clean out my closet now that it's clean?? There's so many items I never wear tbh. Maybe shave up to my knees and get a pedicure?? Maybe go on FB marketplace or thrift for some nightstand things or some dollar tree cubbies for this stuff I've had on the floor forever. I just randomly remembered my coats are in my trunk and I feel like I'm gonna forget where they are. Maybe return those things to the library omg and go to bath n body works and get real deodorant and laundry detergent

So many thoughts going through my mind omg I just had diarrhea while writing this 😭 please go away tummy problems. I wonder if it was me pounding tajin with my margarita I literally don't know.

I need to figure out where I wanna take myself out to before the show tomorrow! Aaaaa so many possibilities!! This week has already been so perfect and it's not over yet! I love my life! It's so crazy to love my life after going through so much trauma but here I am, stronger than ever!! :) I'm so proud of myself ❤️

8:57am: Nah tell me why I got on tinder this morning (early bird 🤣) and damn these guys are just ehh. Idk how tf I'm ever gonna take any of them seriously again. I'm just pretty hardened after everything, not really in a bad way, but in a needed way if you ask me. I feel like I don't know what I'm looking for lol I feel like if you know what you're looking for, you go out and pursue it?? But idk so it's more challenging. Tbh I just want to have fun like I'm in my fboi era fr. Curving dudes when they get serious n shit 💀

9:40am: ok time to get up lmao. I'll find a guy eventually so actually no rush 🤣 I got my two little furry boys and that's what really matters. I want to get all gussied up today just bc I can. Lil man bawling his eyes out not being able to speak to me anymore bc he knows he fucked up is a crazy way to live. Having to live with the guilt of cheating on someone.... Couldn't be me 🙄😂

I get to continue my life knowing that I'm a bomb af gf and anyone would be damn lucky to have me (once they get to know me!) if I don't meet people then they'll never know! I got ppl who don't even speak English wanting another date fr.

11:02pm: I'm just gonna keep shooting my shot until something sticks I think. I really do believe it's a numbers game anymore, if you talk to 0 ppl or put all your eggs into 1 basket likeeee you're not going to get far and it's gonna take 500 years, 100 years to even get a date at that rate. I wanna be like that girl who went on what 50 dates in a year?? Like go off queen 💅 at least you'll have 50 stories to tell if nothing else haha, plus I need the practice ong.

I like the journaling instead of trying to text him, it's so much better. N+T were right, he just needs to learn his lesson, that's so sad your friend literally had to say that about his best man like if my MOH turned out to be a flaming bag of shit like how embarrassing (for the POS) and seriously sad and fucked up :( .

[female-eren]

I need some advice. I recently was broken up with and I'm reeling from it. We met when i was 19 and he was 32 and we ended up hooking up 6 years ago. He didn't tell me until after we hooked up that he had a wife which started a crazy feud, but he eventually divorced his wife and convinced me to be in a relationship with him. The relationship was pretty rocky at first because he was very emotionally abusive. Like he would constantly reprimand me for doing the wrong thing and saying the wrong thing and would lecture me for hours and not let me sleep until I agreed with him. I used to live with him sometimes because my mom got evicted and i couldn't hold down a stable job because I had an untreated learning disability and he would pick fights with me every day when I would say/ do the wrong thing and sometimes he would even kick me out.

While he did all this its v confusing bc he was also very good to me at the same time?? He helped me out when I was evicted and let me live rent free with him. He helped me get my diagnosis and helped me look for a job. He helped me get over some of my insecurities and would urge me to go to therapy and helped me get my driver's license. The last 2 years he started becoming more spiritual and became a lot nicer to me (He would still reprimand me but not as often) and urged me to do yoga and meditation. He started getting serious and during that time he was throwing ideas around of leaving everything behind and going to a yoga center etc. I was so drained atp from the constant mistreatment and feeling like I wasn't a priority so I went outside the relationship to explore my options. i met a guy that I was going to meet for dinner and just talk to, but I was drugged and assaulted. I felt so guilty that I told my boyfriend and he broke up with me. This was a year ago. Since then, we've been on and off because he would come back but couldn't commit because he couldnt trust me. Early this year he moved to a different state and he reached out to me to ask if I wanted to visit him out there in the summer. I was cautious but I agreed because I missed him. We started calling and texting every day and he started hinting that he wanted a relationship with me again. I started catching feelings again and was grateful for the opportunity to make things right because I fucked up. I bought the plane tickets and two days after I bought them he told me that he was getting women flirting with him out there and that he wanted to explore his options. I was so upset and I asked him why we couldnt work things out, he told me he still couldnt trust me after what happened. He told me it's best if I get a refund on the tix and just stay home. I felt so crushed, I felt like I was lead on and I feel so ashamed and guilty over what I did. The worst part is I felt like I ruined everything and it's my fault that the relationship ended the way it did. What do I do???? I have no friends and no one to talk to.

Oh girl. He's abusive and leaving him is the right thing to do. Don't fall for it again. He seems really mentally unstable to me also tbh. I don't really know what to say, I think your biggest hurdle is going to be loneliness. And perhaps the reason you haven't left yet and are in this really messy situationship is because you seem to only have him. I know what it's like to feel you only have a partner in your life and no other friends, and feel like it's impossible to make new ones. But this man is not good and not worth it - a grown, married man pursuing a teenager is a nail in the coffin on its own. Then add all the rest. You need to put yourself first, and probably get some therapy if you can. The feeling of guilt and shame and disgust over being assaulted, even over just feeling used and dirtied, is something I know all too well and I haven't quite healed, not sure if I ever will. What I do know is we need to prioritise our future well-being, and this guy will not contribute to your happiness and health.

[jimmynovac]

BOTH MAKE ME AFRAID.

[greta-van-chaos]

Could I request a twin situation where there is slight jealously, kinky sex, ect, smut please…. You can do whatever you want with it.

Rocket Queen

Josh and Jake Kiszka x Reader - NOT TWINCEST CMON

Warnings | Explicit sexual content, cursing, mentions of sex under the influence, toxic behavior tbh, jealousy, humiliation, edging, hairpulling, use of a belt, choking, degradation, slapping, oral (m & f receiving), f/m dom, f/m sub, audio recording of a sexual encounter (consensually!!!), spitting!!!, i literally went all out

Word Count | 5.5k words

Authors Note | THIS IS TOTALLY UNEDITED MY APOLOGIES IN ADVANCE (SPOILERS) I love this request so much! I've been wanting to go all out with a fic and this is the perfect opportunity to do so! The title and overall fic inspiration is from the song Rocket Queen by Guns 'n' Roses. In the song there's a girl moaning and it's the drummers girlfriend sleeping with the singing after he cheated on her. They literally put her moaning in the song!!! Figured I'd do something similar :) YES i sorta stole a little something for abaddon so full credit goes to garbagevanfleet <3

~

You knew it wasn't a good idea. Hell, it shouldn't have even been an idea in the first place but after a drink too many Sam was just looking too good in that cable knit sweater. After another shot for confidence, you made your move, pressing up against him when he helped you line up your cue for a game of pool. Without you even trying he was already getting hard, probably from how drunk you all were and your purposeful choice of skimpy clothing. It didn't take long after that for him to be muttering the cliché phrase lets get out of here into your ear and then fucking you senseless when you made it back to his house.

Now you're stuck with Sam's arm firmly holding you against him. You hadn't meant to fall asleep but he was so warm and you were so drunk. Upon realizing that the twins could come in to get Sam to go into the studio at literally any moment you shoot up in bed and scramble to find your clothes. You've stayed over at the guys house before but never like this... it was sort of an unspoken agreement that your relationships were all strictly platonic. It's not like you felt romantically for Sam, you were just sexually frustrated and he was willing to help you out, surely the twins could understand that if they found out, which was almost certain considering Sam couldn't keep his mouth shut.

"Woah, woah, woah, what's wrong y/n?" Clearly you had woken Sam in your flurry of anxiety. He stares down at your from your kneeling position on the hardwood floor as you gather your clothes.

"If Jake and Josh know I'm in here for the reason i'm in here, who knows what could happen." You tug on your shirt as quickly as you can but get your head stuck and groan impatiently as you untangle yourself.

"They won't care!" You can hear it in his voice that he doesn't believe that for one second.

"Sure, whatever you need to tell yourself to sleep at night, Sammy. Either way, I'm not sticking around."

"Aren't you coming to the studio with us?" He's now getting up and dressed himself as well and you can help but look over his naked form as he stands.

"I was but i don't think that's such a good idea anymore."

"Oh yeah, make us look even more sus-"

A loud knock on the door cuts off the bassist and you both share a look of horror when it swings open and both Jake and Josh are standing behind it.

"Oh, sorry, are we interrupting?" Jake chides "We're going to the studio but plans have changed a bit. We don't need you to record your bass today."

Sam looks perplexed but also slightly relieved. "Text me if you change your mind."

"You, on the other hand, we need you to come with us." Josh's voice holds more malice than you're used to and both of the twins eyes have a shine that lets you know they're planning something.

"Why? I'm not even in the band."

"We just need you for some background vocals."

It wasn't uncommon for you to occasionally step in and sing a bit but by the way that Jake is looking at you, you can tell it's not going to be a regular day at the studio.

"Meet us in the car when you're decent." Josh's voice is slightly cutting and when he motions to your bare legs your cheeks flame with embarrassment, you hadn't even noticed your lack of bottoms.

After getting properly dressed you give Sam a weary look and head downstairs to the car. Josh is sitting in the passenger seat and Jake is in the driver's which leaves you to sit in the back. The air in the car is thick with tension and you gulp when the car doors lock and Jake starts driving.

Jake is first to break the silence, "What the fuck was that about, y/n?"

You play coy, hoping it'll help you in the long run, "What do you mean?"

"Don't fucking do that shit, it's pathetic. Why the fuck were you in our brothers bed this morning?"

You want to bite back with some comment about how he never actually saw you in the bed but think better of it as you notice his hands gripping the steering wheel impossibly tight. "We were just having some fun, we got stupid drunk last night and made a bad decision, so what?"

"So what?" Josh echoes with a bitter laugh.

"Is this you choosing a side? Do you like Sam better than us, do you think we couldn't make you feel just as good, angel?" The way Jake says angel makes your stomach flip but you try your best to hide how he's effecting you.

You want to laugh at his inclusion of Josh, as if the two of them are unit but once again think better of such an action when they both look so serious. "You two must be on something, it was obviously a mistake! It's not like i'm in love with him or something."

"We just feel left out, is all." Josh chimes in.

"Everything has to be a fucking competition with you three." You cross your arms over your chest a turn your head to look our the window. The rest of the drive is spent in complete silence which couldn't unsettle you more. When Jake finally pulls into the lot of the studio you jump at the opportunity to get out a stretch your legs, finding yourself very sore from the previous nights affair.

"Looks like Sammy fucked you good." Jake groans as he watches you bend to touch your toes and wince. You can feel him running his hand over the swell of your ass and so you stand abruptly, following behind Josh into the studio.

Once in the small, red carpeted room you turn on your heel and face the twins. "What is it that you need me to record? I wanna get this over with so I can get the fuck out of here."

"Well, we have sort of an obscure idea." They both look at you expectantly and so you nod for Josh to continue. "We heard you last night and well, we wanted to record some of that for ourselves to put in Lover, Leaver."

You're so taken aback that you actually take a step away from the boys and laugh, defensively crossing your arms over your chest. "Are you fucking insane?"

"Well, we also have a little bet you see. I think I can get prettier moans out of you than Joshy boy here can."

Once again you laugh in disbelief, brining your fingers up to massage your temples "Oh my god, you're serious."

"Come on angel, you sounded so pretty, give us a little taste for the new record." Jake steps towards you, pulling you by your wrist and placing a kiss to it.

"We think it's only fair that we get to hear it too, since you went behind our backs and fucked our little brother." Josh is now advancing on you too, tilting your head towards him by your chin and running his thumb over your bottom lip.

Jake now has a hold on your waist and brings his lips to your neck, running his tongue over your pulse point. You thread your fingers into his hair and do the same to Josh with your other hand. When dips to actually kiss your lips you arch your back into him. All possible frustrations have melted on your tongue and all you can imagine now is getting absolutely destroyed by these two in the recording booth.

"Guys--" You breathe out but a paralyzing wave of lust rushes over you and you succumb to their subtle touches. "Fine, I'll do it."

"Good girl. Now get in the booth and take your clothes off." Jake practically growls.

Your body is tingling with electricity and every step you take makes you shiver with excitement, who knew it would be so easy to get you to say yes? When you step into the booth you close the door carefully behind you and begin to strip. There's a worn leather couch and a table inside, along with a bunch of amps that aren't plugged into anything. You don't bother making a show of taking your clothes off, you just hurriedly pull them from your body until you're down to your bra and underwear.

You watch from the glass as the boys have some sort of conversation that quite obviously involves you as they continue to motion to your almost naked form. Finally they both nod and Jake comes in.

"Are you familiar with the light system?" You're not expecting him to ask that so you stand like a deer in headlights, nodding aggressively. "Use your words and don't make me ask again."

"Yes, I am."

"Okay, if i were to ask you what colour you are right now what would you say?"

You bow your head, not necessarily out of embarrassment but just to let the contents of the situation really sink in "Green."

"Good." Jake takes a minute to walk around you, regarding your body and the way it trembles under his gaze. The air crackles with anticipation of what's to come and you know he can feel it just as much as you can. "Do you want me to touch you?"

You don't even have to think, letting the word slip out so effortlessly one would think you've done this with him before "Yes."

He steps towards you and you now become aware of Josh sitting on the other side of the glass, watching you with a hungry expression. Jake stands behind you and slides his hands along your stomach and up to cup your breasts. You push against him, arching into his touch. A moan leaves your lips when he brings his mouth to your necks and sucks a hickey into the delicate skin, all the while kneading your breasts through your lacey bra.

"Jake--" You whine and he snakes his hand up to your throat, effectively trapping you against him.

"Such a pretty mouth, saying such pretty things, did you sound like that when you were fucking Sam last night? I bet you sounded like a whiny little slut, begging for him to fuck you."

The odd tinge of jealousy in his voice is very uncharacteristic. You've all had your moments flirting with each other but it's never ended like this before. Jake starts to step backwards and you have no other option but to follow, your feet practically dragging on the floor as he walks you over to a waist high stack of amps.

"Bend over, pretty angel." He speaks into your hair and then releases you. You fall forward and he does nothing to help you as you scramble to place yourself against the amp. Without warning Jake grabs your panties and all but rips them off, throwing the fabric aside. "Jesus Christ, look at your pretty cunt all pink and wet for me."

"Jakey, please--"

A harsh slap lands on the swell of your ass and you jolt forwards, letting out a loud whine. Against your better judgement you cast your hand behind you, searching for Jake's hair, skin, anything that can anchor you to the moment.

"So fucking desperate, I wish you could see how pathetic you look right now." He lands another smack on your ass, this time harder and a sound short of a scream escapes your throat. You're shaking violently, lust drunk and touch starved. You can feel the ache between your legs growing and you have to squeeze your thighs together to get as much friction as you can.

"Touch me Jake, please" Your stumbling over your words, still reaching around behind you until your hand lands on something. When you look back you've grabbed Josh's arm and sigh, you hadn't seen him come in.

"Look at that, she's dripping all over her thighs." Josh laughs. He then bends down into a squat and drags his fingers through your folds, collecting your slick on his fingers and standing back up. "Open up." You obey and part your lips just enough for Josh to slide his fingers against your tongue. You suck desperately at the digits, trying to get as much as you can out of the simple gesture. His eyes are dark, pupils blown so wide you can barely see the chocolatey brown colour his irises typically hold.

"I brought you this" Josh says, now turning his attention to Jake. He's holding something in his hand but you can't crane your neck far enough to see it. Your body jolts when the feeling of leather being dragged across your reddened ass alerts you to the item Josh retrieved.

"Would you like to do the honors or shall I?" Jake soothes the skin of your ass with his palm, gently sweeping it over your burning flesh.

"You can, I'll hold her." Josh then directs his attention to you "What's your colour angel?"

"G-green" You stutter out, so incredibly turned on that your tongue will barely form words.

Jake runs the belt against your skin again before drawing back and cracking it against you. You yelp in surprise and moan when Josh's mouth goes to soothe over you with his tongue. Once he's pleased with himself he takes your wrists and moves to hold them against the small of your back. Jake kicks your legs open even more and now you're completely at their disposal, unable to move and completely spread out.

"Count to four for me angel, does that sound alright?"

You nod but he doesn't take that, instead he grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls you up so he can growl in your ear "Words, don't make me make it nine."

"Yes--" You let out a shuddering breath "--fuck, yes. That sounds fine."

Jake releases you and pets your head "You're sure you're green?" His whisper is so quiet that you barely catch it.

"Yes, keep going."

"Dirty girl." Josh jeers.

Finally you feel Jake draw back again and when the belt makes contact with the swollen skin of your ass you choke out "One."

Josh continues with his method of soothing, dragging his mouth over you and then allowing Jake to spank you again. The process is repeated until finally the last hit radiates through the room and you cry out, "Four!"

Giving you absolutely no time to recover Josh spins you around to face them. Your legs can barely hold you up and there's drool coating your chin. "Who do you want first?"

"You. I want you first, Josh." You don't even have to think about your choice, you already know Josh will be the kinder of the two and you'd much rather have an explosive grand finale with Jake.

"I'll go make sure we record this." The younger of the twins exits the booth and leaves you to stand shaking under Josh's gaze. His eyes are soft and he reaches out to caress your face, brushing some hair away from your eyes and wiping your chin.

"Where do you want me?" You whimper out, voice faltering to such a great extent that you wince.

"Awh, angel, you sound so fucked out already." His tone is teasing as he motions to the couch "I'll take it easy on you mama, go lay down over there."

You walk on wobbly legs over to the couch and do as he asked, laying back across the couch. Your bra is still perfectly in tact and you go to remove but Josh gives you a warning look. "What are you going to do to me?"

"I'm going to fuck you so hard the only name you'll remember is mine."

You throat goes dry and your tongue feels heavy and inflated in your mouth. "Please, Josh." The boys had barely touched you yet and you were already a shaking mess.

The singer sheds his shirt and starts to unbutton his jeans as he walks towards you. Your eyes are glued to his hands as he pulls down his pants but then they find the outline of his dick in his boxers and your eyes go wide. He was a god, his soft tummy and chest all tan and beautiful, you wanted to run your hands over his skin, drag your tongue down his chest.

You pull yourself up onto your knees and give him your best puppy dog eyes, "Can I please touch you?"

He moves to stand in front of you and forces you to meet his eyes by grabbing your chin. He first removes the confines of your bra and then with a curt nod lets you know that you can finally place your hands on him. You start slow, rubbing your hands from his thighs, to his hips, to his stomach, to his chest. Placing your finger tips on his shoulder which is as far as you can stretch your arms, you lean forward and press a kiss to his stomach. He sighs and tilts his head back as you continue, kissing down each side of his abdomen, dragging your tongue along his soft skin. Josh's hands are deep in your hair, scratching over your scalp as encouragement. When you reach his happy trail you cant help but drag your tongue over it. A shiver wracks through him and whiney moan leaves his lips.

"Do you want me to touch you somewhere else, Josh?"

He relinquishes the power he previously had, clearly too caught up in the idea of having your mouth on him. Josh was never a dominant person and you knew he'd break eventually. He nods his head frantically, pulling your mouth against him again but you move back, looking up at him through your lashes.

"Words, baby." You rake your nails over his hip bones and his hips jut forwards. "And here I thought I was the one about to get fucked until I can't speak, oh how the tables have turned."

"Please mama, don't make me wait."

Slowly, while still keeping eye contact you peel down his boxers and then watch as his cock springs free and slaps his stomach. He's so painfully hard that you hesitate in putting your mouth on him, taking him as far as you can without gagging. His moans are echoing through the booth and when you cast your gaze through the glass to Jake he's mindless scrolling on his phone, clearly waiting for you to be the one moaning, it almost makes you laugh.

You're sure when but at some point Josh's hold on your hair tightened. Now he's thrusting into your mouth at his own pace, not caring for whatever rhythm you had set. He's clearly pressing towards an end goal and you let him use you, relishing in the pretty whines floating past his lips as he fucks your mouth.

"I'm so close." He whimpers and you runs your hands up his thighs as encouragement. He's going impossibly fast now, thrusting sloppy into your mouth and tipping his head back his eyes squeezed shut. Without a second thought he lets go, releasing into your mouth and down your throat. He pulls out with a bit of a sheepish smile.

"Sorry, I got carried away, lay down, it's your turn." His switch in demeanor is laughable as he takes on his serious voice from before. You see Jake perk up from the other side of the glass and shoot him a little smirk. Laying on your back you spread you legs for Josh and watch his mouth hang agape at your eagerness.

"I need you so bad Josh, please." You make sure to really play it up that you have an active audience.

Josh licks his lips and kneels between your legs, pulling you to his mouth by your hips. His tongue is warm and soft against you and immediately you grab his curls, holding him to you as hard as you can manage. You tip your head back when he slides two fingers inside of you, allowing a deep moan to leave you. Locking eyes with Jake you purposefully moan again, this time louder and with more conviction.

"Josh-- Your mouth feels so fucking good, oh my god." You back arches up off the couch and he lays his tongue flat against your clit so you can grind onto him and build up your pleasure by yourself. Upon locking eyes with Jake again you continue to mutter Josh's name "No one's ever made me feel this good-- fuck--"

What once was a smirk painted on the guitarists mouth has turned into a bit of a scowl. Clearly he's a lot easier to make jealous than you had expected and that was a game you'd love to play if he'd keep treating you like he was earlier.

Frantically bucking your hips into Josh's mouth you let out you most obscene moan yet, sounding as though it was straight from a porno. Jake better be recording this cause if your moans are going into a song they need to be extravagant.

"God, I can feel your pretty cunt clenching around my fingers, are you gonna cum, angel?" His eyes are wide and with the way that he's looking at you you can't help but buck your hips against him harder.

"Yes-- fuck-- i'm so close Josh, please let me cum!" You don't know why you've begun to beg but it feels right and you can tell his likes it by the way his fingers pick up speed.

Unfortunately, right at the last second, right as you're about to come undone under him he pulls his fingers out of you and stops moving his tongue against you. You shoot up into a sitting position and uncomfortably shift your hips.

"Josh, please--"

He cuts you off, pressing a finger to your lips, "If you're gonna cum, you're gonna cum while i'm fucking you."

Shifting so he's sitting on the couch, legs spread, cock already hard again, he moves you into his lap. Your back is to the glass so you can't see Jake anymore which is slightly unsettling. Josh stalls a bit, sliding his cock between your folds and toying with your clit.

"Could you just get on with it?" You sound slightly more aggressive than you intended and he smacks your jaw a little bit harder than an innocent swat.

"The only thing I wanna hear from you is how good my cock is making you feel, understand?"

"Yes, sir--" You jest but his sinks you down onto him with as much force as he can muster. Your attitude is caught in your throat and the only thing you can focus on his how big he feels inside of you.

"Can't be mouthy with me now, can you? Barely done anything and I've already fucked you stupid, look at your face."

He's referencing how your mouth is hung agape and your eyes are squeezed shut. You're still trying adjust to his size so when he starts moving a scream-like moan tears through your chest. He's fast and harsh, your pelvises meeting at a bruising pace. Every time he shoves you down he completely bottoms out and the fullness is like nothing you've ever felt before. Your tits are bouncing in his face and he' completely transfixed by the sight.

"Fuck--" You head is tipped back and your fucking yourself on him relentlessly, following the pace he's created and intensifying it by moving in sync. You wrap your arms around his neck and press your face into the crook of his neck, crying out at the newer angle now that your bodies are flush against one another. You moans are slightly muffled by Josh's neck and just as you consider pulling yourself away a harsh tug at you hair pulls your head back. When you open your eyes are locked with Jake's. Why are these two so good at silently entering rooms?

"Open your mouth. Right now." Jake's voice is commanding and your lips immediately part. You watch him almost like it's an out of body experience as he harshly spits into your mouth and then presses your bottom jaw up to close your mouth. Josh's pace has grown a little sporadic while all of this unfolded, probably because you're clenching around him with fierceness you didn't know was inside of you.

"Do it again, Jake." You rasp, still locked in Jake's eyeline.

"Such a slut, begging for me to spit in her mouth." He speaking to Josh and you can feel the twins curly hair tickling your breasts when he nods. "Go on then, beg for it, angel."

"Please, Jakey, I want you to spit in my mouth. I need it."

A smirk paints his face and he nods, not needing more than that to persuade him. "Open up then, angel."

You hurriedly open you mouth, a little bit more than before and when he spits this time he dips his fingers into your mouth and spreads the mix of both of your saliva over your lips as an act of degradation.

Josh is slowly coming apart under you and you're not that far behind. Snaking your hand down between the two of your sweaty bodies you circle your clit, bucking your hips forward. Josh's head falls into the crook of your neck as he cums deep inside of you and after one particular jut of his hip you're sent spiraling into your own high. Jake presses his lips to yours from above you, Spiderman style and although you thought such a kiss would be awkward he somehow makes it that much more sensual. You're uncontrollably moaning and huffing deep breaths into his mouth as you come down and he swallows them all, now gripping your throat and kissing you with a newfound passion.

"It's my turn now." The slightly possessive edge to his voice makes you clench around Josh and he lets out a groan that Jake tries to ignore. "You think you can cum again, for me, angel?"

"Anything for you Jake."

The guttural moan that escapes you when Jake removes you from Josh's lap is slightly embarrassing and your cheeks actually flush red. Once on your feet Jake properly presses his lips to yours hungrily. He's gripping at your hips hard enough to bruise but you couldn't care, you're too focused on how good his lips feel against yours. Jake walks you backwards towards the glass wall and holds you against it by your neck.

"You need to clean yourself up." He growls and you don't really know what he's talking about until you become all too aware of Josh's cum creeping down your thighs. You dip your hand between your legs and gather as much of it as you can onto your fingertips and then put the cum-slicked digits into your mouth, making sure that Jake is holding the eye contact and that Josh is watching too.

"That's so much better." You sigh and give him a cute little smile.

"So fucking mouthy." Jake tsks and shoves his fingers into your mouth to silence any further sass. With his hand occupied he only has one to unbuckle his belt so you help him, gripping the leather and pulling closer. He makes a hmph noise that sends you reeling back into a state of pure lust, although you're not sure why. Your hands work feverishly at the belt and then you're pulling down his pants and releasing his cock from its confines. Jake lets out a strained groan when you start to pump him but he swats your hand away.

You try to form a sentence around his fingers but it comes out muffled, so he draws his hand back, wiping the spit across your lips as he did previously before letting you speak.

"Are you gonna fuck me Jake?" You bat your eyelashes and try to feign innocence but he sees right through it.

"I will but first, we're going to play a little game. Close your eyes." You don't even question him, you just let your eyes flutter shut and await his next words with baited breath. "If you can keep your eyes closed AND keep yourself from touching me, I'll fuck you however you want me to... but if you can't--" He pauses and you can now feel Josh at your side, brushing some stray hairs behind your ear "--Josh and I will edge until you're crying for us to stop."

"Does that sound good, angel?" Josh whispers against your neck.

You keep it short and simple, whimpering out a yes and then moving to hold your arms against the wall. You're expecting them to touch you but nothing happens instead you hear the door close and Jake's voice right in your ear.

"I can't wait to fucking ruin you."

His words make you want to reach out, thread your fingers through his hair and attack his mouth with your own but you hold fast and keep as still as you can. You squeeze your eyes shut until you see a vibrant array of colors swirling around your eyelids. Jake doesn't say anything else but you can still hear and feel him breathing heavily against your neck. Eventually he rests his head on your shoulder and that's when you can feel it. Every couple of seconds his fist lightly nudges your stomach and its so rhythmic that you can see what he's doing crystal clear in your mind.

"What are you doing, Jakey?" You breathe out, voice at least an octave higher than usual.

"I think you know the answer to that, angel." He hums, breathing growing heavier. He starts to press sloppy kisses to your neck, open mouthed and even just biting you on an offbeat. You start to notice his pace picking up and you long to drop to your knees and help him or even just to look upon his face as he finishes. As soon as the thought passes your mind you feel him pull away.

"Turn around, I can't wait any longer, I need to be inside of you."

You obey and press your face against the glass, probably giving Josh a great view of your tits if he's sitting in the chair that Jake had occupied before. Struggling to keep your eyes closed you let out a grunt of annoyance but it's quickly spun into a moan when Jake pushes into you.

"God, you're making such a fucking mess, you're so wet."

Jake curls his body over yours and starts thrusting into you. You place your palms against the glass and he puts his hands over yours, interlocking your fingers. He's driving into you with such force that in your semi-overstimulated state you already feel close to cumming. You wish you could see that way that Jake looked right now because his moans are deep and filling your ears so pleasantly.

"Please, Jake--" You're not even sure of what you're asking for but he seems to understand your body better than you, snaking his hand down to rub tight circles on your clit. You shake against him, unable to properly hold yourself up.

"Is my pretty angel gonna cum?"

"Mmm, Jake-- Please--" You can barely form a coherent sentence and when Jake withdraws the hand rubbing your clit and when you hear him spit on his fingers before toying with it again you cum around him, right then and there.

"Holy shit, you're gonna--" Jake is promptly cut off by his own orgasm taking hold of him. You can feel him filling you up so deliciously that you squeeze your eyes shut even harder. He keeps pounding into you, riding out his high until he's satisfied. "You can open your eyes now. Are you okay?"

You let yourself acclimatize once you can see again and then when he pulls out you turn around to face him. His cheeks are flushed red from exertion but maybe something else too as he has a sheepish grin on his face.

"I'm great, although I may need some help walking out of here." You both laugh and Josh reenters the room, gathering your clothes for you. "Did you get some good audio?" You ask it innocently but even thinking about putting any of what happened in this room into a song makes your stomach churn with something akin to excitement.

"I'd say so." Jake murmurs into your neck, kissing below your ear.

Josh hands you your little bundle of clothes and Jake steps away from you after placing one final kiss to your cheek. Once redressed you all decide to call it a day and head back. The car ride is quiet this time but the tension is gone, now replaced with a shared tiredness between the three of you.

When the car pulls into the driveway you become greatly aware of your state, you can barely walk and you have lovebites all over your neck. "I think we should have a talk with Sam."

Thank you so much for this request! I had a lot of fun with it! Do we want a part 2???

If you want to be tagged in upcoming posts you can join my taglist!

Taglist | @sarakay-gvf @eeeloraaa @celestialfauna @gretavanfleas @gretavanlace @koifishkoifish @age-of-nyahh @gvfrry @doodle417 @fleetsonfire @joshkiszkas @brokenbellz @thefleetofdreams @angelbabyivy @weightofdreams-gvf @eearevee @dakotadovato @sam-gvf-97 @letswalktogether @alisonwonderland29 @llightmyllovee @hayley1623

[wheelcr]

hi flora! i loveeee your new theme! it's so so pretty and u did so well on the icon ^ anyways i wanted to ask for like, more info of finn in ur actress dr?? im so smitten for finn ajsnsa and i just wanted to know more abt him

- 🏩 nonnie

ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐍 𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐑. ✧ ˚ ༘ ゛

hiii there my pretty pretty nonie! tysm i'm so so happy you like it darl <3 and ofc!! i love talking about finn obv i'm smitten for him too [ dreamy sigh ] i think i also received an ask about finn from @timotheesl0ve but accidentally deleted it and forgot about it so :/ this post might be a lil diff from my other ones ^^ includes some text msgs and scenarios from my dr

♡. okay, jesus, where do i even begin?? finn is a tall, lanky, chaotic, super loud, force of nature

when i first met him, he was kinda awkward— like fidgeting and stuff, stuttered out a "hey, i'm finn" "oh i know" "oh.. well then" was not really how i wanted to kick off our friendship

♡. once he warms up enough, he's super goofy and playful. also really sweet!! :c he told me i looked pretty and that he was a huge fan of my show, and i never blushed as hard as i did that afternoon i swear

and the thing about him, he knows damn well what he's doing. the tiny smirk that crept up on his face when he saw my cheeks redden definitely told me so

♡. whatever confidence and charm he has in real life is totally amplified at work! i wouldn't say that finn is a perfectionist, because there are definitely a shit ton of moments where he's lazy and chill, but when he does something, he puts his whole finn - ussy into it yk what i mean?? you can tell that he really enjoys what he does and works hard for it, and it pays off bc the shit he makes turns out so so so good!!

♡. one thing i like about finn is that he's honest, makes it so much easier to communicate tbh ^^ he's straight up about everything, doesn't like to beat around the bush he's super genuine and sincere and i find it so akaioqjdjwfujd he's so perfect :ccc

♡. adding to the last one, he's also sometimes too honest.. like in a spontaneous oversharing kinda way...

bambi 😼💤 [ 11 : 25 ] — flor flora florie floorwax

🥓 sunshine. [ 11 : 28 ] — what do you wajt its 11pm finn

bambi 😼💤 [ 11 : 29 ] — bird outside my window c:

bambi 😼💤 [ 11 : 29 ] — also i really need to pee

🥓 sunshine. [ 11 : 32 ] — good for oyu wolfhard

🥓 sunshine. [ 11 : 32 ] — goodnight.

♡. love love loves!! vintage aesthetics! when discussing movie night in our gc he has to suggest at least one old chick flick. has tons and tons of playlists just filled with 80s music. also loves taking polaroids and low quality videos with like the grain that makes it look super old

^^ which is why finn was super hyped about the take on me cover he did with calpurnia. wouldn't stop talking my ear off about it for weeks and i honestly didn't mind. the dreamy look in his doe eyes when he talks about something he's passionate about is to die for

♡. super touch starved. doesn't initiate anything super touchy - feely at first but trust me, he enjoys it very much. he loves having his hand held. says it makes him feel grounded and safe. also loves when people play with his hair!! isn't afraid to ask for affection but will bite me if i question it

"lili can you play with my hair?" he mumbled once, face smushed into one of my velvet cushions

me being me, i just couldn't pass the opportunity for at least a little bit of teasing over my friend's little request "awww, puppy wants pets? you need me to play with your hair hmmm?"

"..." "..haha, do you still want—" "good fucking bye >:c" i almost died from laughter watching his tall figure retreating to my kitchen to eat all my banana bread as payback

♡. moody moody boy. one moment he's bouncing off the walls and joking around and having the time of his life, then he reads one hate comment or remembers something that he didn't want to remember and his mood goes super duper sour :c

like if he's upset he won't be rude or snappy but he'll definitely be super quiet and really really dry. ( his annoyed voice is kinda h— ) if he's upset by something someone did, he's not one for confrontation at first, but he's gonna make so many jabs and sarcastic remarks

♡. super sentimental lil man. he loves to take pictures and short clips, and basically document everything going on 'just for the sake of it'. i think this mainly comes from the fact that our friend group consists of a lot of vloggers. finn likes keeping memories stored in a safe place where he can edit them and make them look all pretty just for him and his friends to look back on and laugh, and i find it so so endearing

♡. okay but like despite the whole mysterious, almost like untouchable kinda aura he emits because of his thick lashes and half - lidded eyes, he's just a boy. a boy who still makes 'your mom' jokes and finds farting funny. a boy who completely bursts my eardrums with a rickroll everytime he joins discord vc. a boy who went skating with me down the street while yelling "THEY SEE ME ROLLING—" and i love him so much. he's my best friend <3