#that girl gives no fucks and does what she wants

[bililyy]

Tiktok | Paige Bueckers

Summary: Paige wants to prank her girlfriend, but it leads to a cute moment.

Pairing: Paige X Brazilian!fem!Reader

Notes: Reader is Brazilian (just like me lol) she speaks Portuguese only once I think... just something cute and quick. Send me requests!

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"Okay guys, I know I don't use TikTok much, but I needed to do this with Y/n." Paige says, laughing softly at the camera.

"For those who don't know, my girlfriend was living in Brazil until last month, and now she's here with me in Dallas, and moving from one country to another isn't easy, so a lot of things are new to her." Paige explains with a sparkle in her eyes.

finally it wouldn't be a long-distance relationship anymore.

"So, I'm going to ask her to record this video, where I'll invent traditions and habits from here, and tell her that everyone does these things here." Paige puts her hand over her mouth to laugh softly.

"She's smart, so I hope she doesn't find out too quickly.

Paige sets the camera on the coffee table and smiles with her eyes closed, already imagining her girlfriend's face.

"Honey, come on in." As soon as she closes her mouth, Y/n enters the room with a sweet smile on her lips, almost making Paige give up on the game.

"Okay, I'm ready." She says, sitting on the couch next to her girlfriend.

"Ready? Okay, let's start, guys. Even though I'm not very active here, I brought Y/n so we can record a video together!" Y/n smiles at the camera and looks closely at Paige.

"What do I have to do?"

"Nothing, I'm just going to tell you some traditions and habits we have here. Maybe you know some of them," Piage says, trying to hold back her smile.

She wouldn't know any of them, They were all made up.

"Okay..."

"Okay, first thing is that now that we live together, we always have to match our underwear." Piage feels her body tremble when she sees her girlfriend's expression.

"...what?"

"All couples do this here." Y/n looks at Paige seriously.

"How did I not know that?"

"I don't know love" Paige says with her eyes down.

Holy shit, she wasn't going to last much longer

"Second thing is that you can never, under any circumstances! leave without kissing me." Y/n looks at Paige strangely.

"Paige, that's your law, not the country's."

"No no, we don't do that here, right?" Paige says extending her pinky and her girlfriend smiles intertwining their fingers.

"Right."

"Well, third, when we both get married... you'll have to kiss the oldest member of my family." This makes Y/n's mouth open in surprise.

"Okay, you're fucking lying right now." Paige can't control her laughter this time.

"You should have seen your face." Paige says holding her belly and Y/n looks at the camera shaking her head.

"You're lucky I love you so much." This makes Paige look at her girlfriend with a loving smile.

"My favorite girl." Paige says holding Y/n's face and covering her in kisses.

"Paige, porra para com isso!" She says laughing.

"You cursed at me in Portuguese?" Paige asks incredulously.

"No?" The blonde stares with narrowed eyes.

"Okay, lastly... you can never, ever, EVER stop loving me." This takes Y/n by surprise.

"Oh, is that a tradition or law maybe?" She asks jokingly.

"Of course."

"I guess I'm lucky, I didn't mean to stop loving you." Paige feels her cheeks heat up and intertwines her girlfriend's fingers with her hand looking at the camera.

"I think I'm jealous of this and I won't post it." Y/n smiles and rests her head on Paige's shoulder.

"I love you."

"I love you more."

"Thank you for changing countries for me."

"Whenever you need."

"...Honey?"

"Yes?"

"That old man thing was a lie, okay?"

"Yeah, I know that."

[puppiesareperfect]

🔁martysmusicalblenderthemusical🐰follow

Why tf is my therapist giving a presentation on a “town conspiracy” tonight what is my life

#gonna be liveblogging it #btw

🔁martysmusicalblenderthemusical🐰follow

Ok we’re here. Nothing to note so far since it hasn’t started but there is a girl next to me screaming to her mom about how she’s finally gonna “get the truth”

🔁martysmusicalblenderthemusical🐰follow

This is just about Phineas and Ferb? The popular kids in the neighborhood who build cool things? We all know about this why is he acting like it’s a secret

🔁canducky-momo🐥follow

Hey OP I know you mean no disrespect but he’s literally reporting about my sessions and my MOM never sees what they build. It’s. Kinda. Infuriating.

🔁scienceforthebadofhumanity🥼⚙️follow

Ok I mean this in the nicest possible way to be clear, don’t want to have any unpleasant misunderstandings, but this is a presentation about MY sessions.

🔁canducky-momo🐥follow

???

Sir they are talking about MY brothers at the presentation!

🔁scienceforthebadofhumanity🥼⚙️follow

ok well then why does he have me backstage and why did he tell me he was gonna talk about my sessions

#again I mean this in a POLITE way #genuinely confused here #also #do you guys ever wonder who started the talking in the tags thing? #don’t get me wrong I like it! #it’s just interesting because no other site does it #I’ll have to Google it someday hmm #that’s another funny thing when did Google become a verb as WELL AS a noun? #many interesting questions huh #well anyway

🔁martysmusicalblenderthemusical🐰follow

Oh my god this is so fucking funny it’s the patients in my notes. I feel like I’ve run into celebrities how are y’all

🔁canducky-momo🐥follow

Exhilarated that my brothers will be busted.

🔁scienceforthebadofhumanity🥼⚙️follow

Kind of hungry actually. I mean, what, there’s no food at this talk?!

🔁canducky-momo 🐥follow

Wait a minute

🔁canducky-momo🐥follow

Sessions. Like with an s. Like plural.

🔁canducky-momo 🐥follow

Holy shit he just started talking about how our lives are connected???

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Well yea @scienceforthebadofhumanity is my dad. So

🔁canducky-momo 🐥follow

Every time I remember your dad has a tumblr it’s a jump scare

🔁martysmusicalblenderthemusical🐰follow

Crazy things happening in these notes

🔁canducky-momo 🐥follow

Ok.

🔁inthedoctorzone🕦🐒follow

when did the disco ball happen what

🔁Buford🐟follow

nah the real question is where’s my metaphor cheese 🤨

🔁martysmusicalblenderthemusical 🐰follow

Hey uh. They just arrested my therapist. Anyone have advice for what to do?

🔁buford🐟follow

My advice? Find metaphor cheese.

[nhmkhnh]

PAIRINGS: D0M!VI X SUB!F!READER

PREFACE: hit me hard and soft.

WARNING(S): EXPLICIT C0NTENT (MINORS & MEN DNI)

TAGS: mean/soft dom!vi ;; strap-on sex (r.receiving) ;; overstimulation ;; degradation + praise (?) ;; strap sucking ;; strap referred to cock ;; edging ;; mirror play ;; rough handling ;; mention about bruises ;; riding ;; heavy grinding.

01. “if you’re gonna cry, cry on my strap.”

you knew you fucked up the moment you made that bratty comment under your breath. something about her hands being all talk.

vi heard it.

vi always hears it.

she doesn’t say a word at first. just smiles—tight, slow, dangerous.

that kind of smile that makes your stomach flip and your thighs press together.

she drags you to the bedroom with a grip tight around your wrist, her jaw clenched, steps silent. the only sound is the zip of her gear being stripped off, and the clink of her harness dropping onto the bed.

“you got one chance to apologize,” she growls, clicking the strap into place. “but since you like to run your mouth so much, maybe i should just fill it.”

you blink up at her, still playing dumb.

and then she bends you over the edge of the bed so fast your knees buckle. your clothes? gone. her hand? gripping the back of your neck. her strap? already pressing against your dripping cunt.

"you gonna behave now?" she murmurs against your ear, voice like sandpaper and smoke.

you whimper something incoherent, still squirming.

“oh no, sweetheart. you’re not squirming your way out of this. not after mouthing off.”

she slams in all at once.

you scream. fistfuls of sheets. eyes rolled back. vi doesn’t stop—she doesn’t let you adjust. just pounds into you relentlessly, one hand pushing between your shoulder blades, the other tangled in your hair to keep your face pressed into the mattress.

“you like this? huh?” she pants, hips slamming against you. “you like being used like a fuckin’ toy?”

"y-yes!"

"too bad. toys don’t get to choose when they come."

your legs are trembling. the room's a blur. you’re crying—actual tears. but she doesn’t slow down.

not until you break.

not until you sob, “i’m sorry, vi—p-please—i’ll be good—just please—”

and that’s when she softens.

“oh, baby...” she coos suddenly, slowing to a deep, grinding rhythm. one hand strokes your back. the other slides between your thighs to rub your clit slow and gentle.

“you should’ve just said so. my good girl wants to come, huh?”

and when you finally do—screaming her name, collapsing into the sheets—she doesn’t pull out.

she leans over, lips against your shoulder.

“we’re not done yet, baby. you’re gonna take it again. and this time? you’re gonna thank me.”

02. “sit. open. don’t use your hands.”

vi doesn’t need ropes to tie you up. she uses commands. her voice is the leash. her gaze is the knot.

she sits on the edge of the bed, legs spread, still fully clothed in that goddamn tight black tank top and gloves, watching you crawl toward her.

“sit between my thighs,” she says, soft but unshakable. “open your mouth. no hands.”

you obey. you always obey.

she cups your chin, slow, like she’s inspecting a toy she’s about to ruin. her thumb runs over your bottom lip.

“you look so pretty like this. my sweet little thing. gonna take what i give you, huh?”

then she lets her strap rest on your tongue. just the tip. heavy. warm. slick with lube. and you swear—you swear—vi’s smirking like the devil herself when your eyes roll up.

“good girl,” she praises. “but you don’t get to control the pace.”

she holds the back of your head, guides you down inch by inch, until your nose brushes her belly and you’re choking around her strap. she moans. quiet. controlled.

then pulls you back, lets you breathe, watches your spit glisten all over the silicone.

“aw, messy already?” she coos, fake sympathy in her tone. “you’re drooling on my cock, baby.”

she does it again. and again. until your jaw aches, your makeup's ruined, and your thighs are grinding against each other from how badly you need to be touched.

but vi? she leans down, mouth brushing your ear:

“no cumming tonight. not unless you earn it.”

and when you whimper? she kisses your forehead, like she didn’t just wreck your throat for fun.

“you’re such a good girl for me,” she murmurs, stroking your hair. “now sit pretty and let me use you a little longer. that mouth belongs to me tonight.”

04. “lie back and keep your legs open. don’t you dare run.”

vi doesn’t just go down on you.

she claims you with her mouth.

the moment she has you spread out on the bed—naked, flushed, your thighs already trembling just from her looking—vi’s whole demeanor shifts. that usual cocky smirk? gone. what replaces it is darker. hungrier. almost... feral.

she crawls between your legs with the slow precision of someone who’s about to ruin you. big hands slide under your thighs, pushing your knees back until you’re fully open to her. on display. bare and soaked.

“god, baby,” she murmurs, eyes locked on your pussy like it’s her personal religion. “you’re fuckin’ dripping.”

you try to squirm—just a little, from the intensity—but her grip tightens.

“nope. stay right there. i’m not even close to done lookin’.”

then she dives in.

tongue flat, broad, dragging a long stripe from your entrance to your clit. you scream. your hips buck. but her forearm slams across your stomach to keep you pinned.

“did i say you could run?” she growls, voice muffled by your cunt. “be a good girl and let me fuckin’ eat.”

and she does.

messy. no hesitation. like she’s starved and you’re the last drop of sweetness left in the world. tongue swirling, lips sucking, moaning into you as if getting drunk off your taste.

she latches onto your clit and sucks hard, and you shatter. crying, hips jerking, fingers scrambling for the sheets.

she doesn’t stop. not even when your thighs close around her head. not even when you scream that you’re too sensitive.

“that’s too bad,” she murmurs against you. “you don’t come once and get to quit, baby. you come until i say you’re done.”

and when you finally collapse, soaked and overstimulated, she pulls back—face glistening, lips swollen, eyes wild.

then leans over you, smirking again.

“yeah,” she whispers, dragging her tongue over her bottom lip. “mine tastes better than breakfast.”

05. “if you wanna ride me, you better work for it.”

vi lets you ride her—but only when she says so.

you're already aching when she sits back on the bed, legs spread wide, strap standing tall, lube slick on the silicone and that teasing smirk on her face. she’s got her arms behind her, resting casually like she’s not about to absolutely wreck you without lifting a damn finger.

she pats her thigh.

“well? you wanna sit on it? show me.”

you crawl into her lap, thighs shaking, eyes wide, needy, soaked. you line yourself up, whimpering as the strap presses in, stretching you so slowly it hurts.

vi groans under her breath, watching every second. “that’s it, baby. nice and slow. take all of it.”

you gasp—hips twitching, desperate to sink down faster—but her hands snap to your waist.

“don’t fuckin’ move yet.”

her grip is iron. you’re fully seated, stuffed full, clenching hard around the strap and shaking with the need to grind, to ride, to move—but vi just holds you still.

“feel that? how deep i am?” she whispers, lips brushing your ear. “now show me what that pretty pussy can do.”

she leans back.

lets go.

smirks.

"come on, baby. ride me like you mean it."

and fuck—you do. your hips start moving in tight, desperate circles, up and down, chasing friction. every bounce slaps skin to skin, your moans getting higher, breath coming faster.

vi watches you like you’re the most beautiful mess she's ever seen. one hand rests lazily on your waist, guiding your rhythm. the other slips down to rub slow, cruel circles on your clit.

“good girl,” she pants. “that’s it. fuck yourself on my cock. make me proud.”

you’re whining now—full-body trembling, thighs quaking, drool slipping from your lips as your pace falters.

vi grabs your hips and slams you down.

“not done. you don’t stop until i say. keep riding. keep fucking riding, sweetheart.”

and when you finally shatter, sobbing her name, collapsing into her chest?

vi holds you close. kisses your temple. and whispers—

“you did so good, baby. but i think you can give me one more.”

[agoraphobialt]

John Price and the sweet pet that sits in his office all day

You've been watching him: the way his fingers wrap around his too-expensive pen, the way his suits seem to fit him stupidly well in a way where you (and every other person who is lucky enough to see him) can appreciate his muscles flexing when he moves around the office, or the way his voice always gets softer when it comes to you.

He's been watching you—not because he's subtle about it (at least when it's just the two of you), but because he just appreciates a little too much the way the valley of your breasts plays peek-a-boo from inside your perfectly ironed blouse. He loves the way your eyes sparkle when he praises how perfect your work is, and he's not shy about giving you small trinkets when you do a perfect job.

Has he ever told you he loves the way that skirt looks on you? Or that he loves when you wear those pants that make your ass jiggle in a way that has him staring, almost counting how many small bounces they make from his desk to yours?

Of course not! That's not what a boss–employee relationship should be like. But he makes sure to make you walk around, doing some stupid assignments just so he can appreciate you.

Today is no exception; he has been keeping you busy with so many small and simple things that anyone could do, but he wants you to because "you're the only one who does a great job around here, sweetheart."

And it was fine... at least for the first couple of hours. But now? Now you're pissed because you'll have to stay in the office until late to finish a presentation for tomorrow's meeting.

And when he calls you to his office to get him a coffee because he'll also be staying late, you get a bit too mouthy—but you're just stressed! You didn't mean to be a bit of a brat.

Poor, sweet thing. You should've controlled yourself better—all he wanted you to do was make him a fucking coffee. And then, you could have gone back to sit pretty at your desk, with that little frown sitting between your brows as you try to finish your actual work.

So when you come back with his coffee in the mug that says "Boss #1," he doesn't even look at it, and instead walks up to you, looking you up and down before his hand makes contact with your chin, his thumb carving into the soft meat of your cheeks as he makes you look at him.

What are you going to do, go to HR? After he's been the best boss you could've ever asked for?

So now you're sitting down on his desk with your legs spread open and head thrown back, the coffee sitting there long forgotten. He is kneeling between your legs with both of his hands gripping your thighs to stop you from squirming away because "it's too much", and you can't keep still. Poor little sensitive thing. Should've thought better before acting like a spoilt brat who can't follow a simple order.

He's basically slurping every single drop of your wetness as your eyes roll back every time his beard brushes against your clit, and as the greedy man he is, he's definitely fucking you too with his fingers after he found that spot that automatically made you feel high.

And you're crying because he doesn't let you come; he stops every time you start clenching around his fingers, moving his face away from your cunt just to laugh at you, and if you try to move your hips to grind around something, anything really, he would slap your pussy a few times.

"She's a better girl than you, sweet thing."

He lets you go an hour later, saying "that presentation won't finish itself alone, darling".

But now you're motivated! he promised to finally help you cum if you did a good job as always!

[luveline]

Hi lovely!!

Could I request a KBD fic centred around Beth and her being a little different? 🩷 I can’t remember but I think you’ve said before that you’ve written her autistic coded so I was wondering if you could do a fic that touches on that please! Being a girl who was also different and ‘weird’ and struggled to make friends it wasn’t just hard for me but my parents too so I feel like the dynamic between the reader and Steve has been portrayed so well and the way you write Beth is so so good

No worries if not! But if you get around to this then thank you in advance 🩷🩷

thank you for requesting ♥︎ —you and steve struggle to help beth, but you lean on him and he leans on you and beth eats her dinner in the end. mom!reader, 4.5k

You weren’t the most normal kid. Beth has some of your strange behaviours, but she has a whole new gallery of her own, too, and it’s just… You had Avery, and you had Beth, and you didn’t assume that Beth was somehow abnormal because she was different to her sister —who would that be fair too? But then you have Dove, and you realise that the things that Beth can’t handle are things that most kids can. It’s not so cut and clean as to suggest that kids can even be normal, they all have their quirks, but Beth needs far, far more support for things that should… well, they should be easy. Or that’s what everyone says. 

“Come on, my sweet girl,” you murmur, in that same place as last night and the night before, Beth in your lap, wriggling unhappily every time the spoon so much as leaves her plate, “just a couple more bites.” 

“I don’t want it,” Beth says quietly. She’s already crying, her cheeks wet and hot to the touch, t-shirt rumpled by a squeezing hand. 

“Baby, you eat this every night,” you say. 

You aren’t necessarily an expert, but you’re good at getting Beth to eat, even on her worst days. But for the last week she’s been declining, taking smaller mouthfuls, or trying to skip meals altogether. “I’m too tired,” she says, sniffling as you scoop a little mound of cheesy broccoli onto her favourite spoon. “I want to go to bed.” 

“Beth, honey, what am I supposed to do?” you ask. Steve clears his throat, and you wince. “Sorry, baby. I’m sorry. But you didn’t eat your breakfast, or your lunch. It’s really important that you feed your body, isn’t it? What if you get sick?” 

Steve’s hovering nearby, his arms crossed against his chest. You try to give Beth as much privacy as possible when you do this, because you know she’s ashamed of herself when Avery asks her why she can’t eat her dinner, ’cos it’s so yum, Bethie, daddy makes it the best, but you know Steve can’t leave. 

“I’ll eat breakfast tomorrow,” Beth says, a fat tear rolling down her cheek.

Fuck, it’s such a big tear that you push her dinner plate away and let your sleeve fall over your thumb, wiping it as gently as you’re able to. “Shh,” you say quietly, rubbing at her little cheeks until they’re dry. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you. Did mom make you cry so much?” 

“I don’t want to eat it,” she sniffles. 

“Aw, baby, it’s okay. I won’t make you eat the broccoli and cheese.” 

Steve pulls the chair next to yours out slowly. He sits quietly. His hand is careful when he puts it on Beth’s small arm. “Hey, Bethie.” 

“Hi.” 

He smiles, but he's already super sorry. “You know what I’m gonna ask you, but you can say no, okay?” 

“Okay.” 

She sounds even sadder than he does. 

“Will you drink one of the milkshakes?” he asks, wiping at a new tear before it can reach her chin.  

Beth automatically hides against you. You tut under your breath, pity and love for her like a hand squeezing your heart as you wrap her into a proper hug. “It’s okay if you can’t, baby,” you say, though it isn’t, not really. You just can’t see her like this much longer. She’s boiling away in your lap, so overwhelmed that you’re lucky she hasn’t started scratching her neck —Steve hates it so much it brought tears to his eyes the last time she did it. 

“It’s alright, honey. Should we leave the kitchen?” You hold her face. “How about we go to mommy’s room? Would that make you feel better?” 

She sobs out a yes. 

“She’s not gonna be able to go to school tomorrow,” Steve murmurs as you gather her up. 

“I know,” you murmur back, pressing Beth’s shaking body to you. She’s getting tall like Avery, skinnier than you’d pictured, but she’s still super soft, plush cheeked, a weight in your arms as you push in your chair with your knee. “I’ll stay home too. I’ll…” 

“Call the doctor?” Steve mouths. 

“Yeah. Maybe.” You sigh, pressing your nose into Beth’s forehead tiredly. “Let’s go to bed, sweet girl.” 

“Thank you,” she says. 

“C’mon, Beth, it’s alright,” you say, half a lie. “Don’t worry about it. You tried your best tonight, didn’t you? You ate so much of your dinner even though you didn’t want to, ‘cos you’re my good girl.” 

Beth clings to your neck all the way to your bed. She refuses to be detached from you, even when Steve offers her a cuddle to give you a breather. It’s been hours of this, of her upset, and of you failing to convince her. She falls asleep between sobs, sniffling and shaky in your arms, and you don’t realise you’re crying until Steve’s wiping your cheeks with the same care he’d wiped at Beth’s. “It’s fine,” he murmurs.

“Sorry.” 

“It’s fine,” he says again. “She’s fine.” 

He climbs up onto a knee to kiss your forehead. 

—

The doctor doesn’t actually want to deal with it. “She won’t eat?” he asks you over the phone. 

“Nope.” 

“Nothing at all?” 

“Uh, she’ll eat fruit slices if we beg her too.” Your voice is scratchy with the admission. “A little of dinner, but only what she likes.” 

“So she can eat?” 

“It’s not–” You clear your throat. Steve rests an encouraging hand on your arm. “Not really that simple. She can eat, like, she can chew and swallow, but I can’t get her to finish anything. She just cries.” 

“Does she have a fever?” 

“No, she’s not sick. She gets like this sometimes, but I’ve always… we’ve always been able to wait it out.” 

“Right… is she lethargic at all?” 

“A little? She’s not eating enough.” 

“But she can get up? She can walk around?” 

“Yeah.” 

The doctor or assistant sighs long, slow, and it drives you up a wall. “Is she a picky eater?” 

“Extremely.” 

“The best thing to do is to tell her she eats what’s on her plate or she doesn’t get dinner.”

For a second, you’re so shocked at his answer that you can’t summon your own. 

“She’ll get hungry enough eventually,” he continues.

“I’m not going to let her starve.” Steve stiffens next to you. 

“It sounds like she is already. Kids do this, they test the boundaries because they’ve only now realised they have them. I guarantee you she’ll be eating normally by the end of the week, so long as you don’t bend to her every whim.” 

“That’s– that is not really helpful.” 

“Excuse me?” 

“Beth won’t eat. We make her her favourites every night and she won’t eat it. Why would she eat something she doesn’t like later on? She doesn’t care that she’s hungry, she can’t eat.” 

“Let me talk to him,” Steve says.

“I got it.” 

“Let me talk to him,” he says again, taking the phone from your hand. 

Steve doesn’t shout like you’re expecting, but it’s a good thing, really. “Sir, hi, it’s Bethie’s dad… Yeah, it doesn't matter what she’s offered, or how little she’s eating, she won’t eat more than a handful at a time, and not for hours.” He rests his other hand on your shoulder. “No, no, it’s– I’m not asking you to admit her, we don’t want her back on the kids ward again this year– We want an answer. No. No, because this isn’t normal.” 

Steve’s brow screws up. 

“What’s he saying?” you whisper.

He holds up a finger

“No. No, she’s never…” He stares at your cheek. “We’ve never looked at that. No. And that doesn’t really answer us for what we should do today. She won’t eat today. She’s gonna collapse and then…” 

He rolls his eyes and offers you the phone. “Hopeless.” 

The doctor sighs across the line as you press the phone back against your ear. “Normal kids don’t need to be coddled into eating dinner, is all I’m saying.” 

“And it’s not helping.” 

“Clearly, Mrs. Harrington, you don’t really want my help. I’ve given you the solutions.” 

“We want her to see a doctor.” 

“Take her by Eskenazi general.”

You slam the phone down on the receiver. “Fucking asshole,” you scathe under your breath. 

“What did he say?” 

“He said to do what he said or to take her to Eskenazi. What did he say to you?” 

“He said she…” 

You duck your head. “Steve?” 

“He said she could be disabled, like– like she’s ‘touched’, he said, and a bunch of other jargon. But what the fuck ever, right? Dude’s an asshole.” 

“What kind of disabled?” you ask. 

“I don’t know, I didn’t know the word. He said we can get her tested.” 

You shake your head vehemently. You’ve seen how people treat one another when they’re different; you have no inclination to expose Beth to the world's judgment. “She doesn’t need to get tested, she’s just Beth. And– and if they won’t help me look after her then I’ll do it myself.” 

“…Maybe it could help.” 

“With what, Steve? So we have a word for her? She’s my Beth.” 

“Maybe knowing she’s different might help her to understand. Maybe it’ll… I don’t know.” He scratches at his scalp. “I don’t know.” 

You get where he’s coming from, because you’ve known Bethie was different for a while now, for years. You just can’t see how this will help her through dinner tonight. She’s gonna starve herself if you aren’t careful.

“I’m gonna go out and get more stuff,” you say, closing a hand around his fingers to hold. 

“Like what?” 

“She has these phases, right? So– so maybe she hates broccoli and cheese now, but she hated it before when– when she liked those little quesadillas you make. So I’m gonna go and get some tortillas and cheese and stuff and you’re gonna make that for lunch.” 

Steve holds your eyes. His are brown, and gentle, and pinched at you hopefully. “Yeah, okay. What else can we do?” 

Beth did not want to eat or even smell a quesadilla the last time Steve made them, but you’re running out of choices. 

“I don’t know.” 

He holds your eyes, unspeaking. 

“She’s different,” you concede quietly, “I just never wanted her to know that.” 

“I think she knows, baby.” 

You think about letting yourself burst into tears. Steve would let you. He’d hold you and kiss you and tell you that it’s okay —everything will be okay, you know that already. But if you break down Steve will make sure it’s hammered home. He’ll stop all the worry and heartache for a bit, just like he always does. 

“I’ll go now, while she’s still asleep.” 

Steve gives you a sad smile, as though he knows what you almost did. “Sure, honey. Take my car, okay?”

—

You bring back cheese and candies and enough chocolate to have each of your girls kissing up all night to a house that’s only just begun to stir despite the hour. Nearly noon, Beth lays wrinkled with her head in Avery’s lap. Avery plays with her hair, their own bubble of love you’re not privy too whispered into Beth’s small ear, while Dove plays with Beth’s socks. Even Wren seems to have come to understand that Beth isn’t feeling like herself, your littlest baby standing unsurely at the base of the couch, holding on to the edge for dear life as she babbles hellos. 

Steve sits on the playmat, ready to catch Wren when she stumbles back. “Hey,” he says. 

“Hey.”

“Busy?” 

“Weirdly busy for a Thursday morning.” You smile at your girls gently. “Hey, sweethearts. Good morning, did everyone sleep okay?” 

“Mom, come hug,” Dove says immediately, her voice still scratched by sleep. 

“I gotta put this away!” you coo. “But you can help lighten the bag a bit.” 

You give Dove a white chocolate bunny. Avery gets a milky truffle the size of her palm. Wren gets a chocolate yoghurt, and Beth gets a pack of kisses. “No pressure, Bethie.” You give Avery the kisses, rather than make Beth hold them, vindicated when the quick flash of dread on her face is replaced with relief. “You can throw them all away if you want to, but I didn’t want to leave you out.” 

“Thanks, mom,” she says. 

“Yeah, of course. I don’t even want the thank you, Beth, I just like seeing you smiling.” 

“I got the day off school too,” Avery says. “To look after Beth.” 

“How do you feel, Beth? Well looked after?” 

Beth manages a real smile. “Yes.” 

You put the groceries away and appear with one of Beth’s old favourites: raspberry yoghurt drinks. You don’t offer her one, only sit on the floor by Steve with one in your hand. You give it a shake and peel off the foil. Steve glances at you from the corner of his eye. 

“What you got?” 

“Raspberry.” 

“Yum. Sharing?” 

You take a sip and pass it to your husband. He drinks a little. “Wait, they’re nicer than I remember.” 

“You think?” 

Wren slams onto her butt, but luckily her diaper saves her bones and she giggles as Steve goes, “Oopsy daisy, what a clutz you are.” 

She leans back and stares at Steve with wide, baby-pretty eyes. ”Wen?” she asks. 

“Wren wants some?” 

Wren babbles. “Yeah!” she says eventually. 

Steve helps her into his lap, four babies later and still the most gentle guy in the world. “Ready?” he asks, pressing the lip of the yogurt to her mouth. “Here you go, Wren. That’s it, honey, good job. How is that, is that yummy?” 

“Can I have some?” Dove asks. 

“I’ll get you your own one,” you say, scrabbling up. “Don’t want all Wren’s spit.” 

Dove drinks hers in a long pull. Avery nibbles her milky truffle. Beth, surrounded by food, looks a bit sickly, and she’s quiet for the next hour. You take them all upstairs for baths they should’ve had last night and outfit them in blue loungewear to match one another. Beth doesn’t look any better for it. She’s sweaty as you sit her back on the couch, but she manages to smile when you tickle the arch of her foot between socks. 

With Avery playing on her tummy in the toy corner (or, the toy half), and Dove following Steve around in the kitchen, you stick Wren next to you on the couch and try to relax. Beth will eat if she needs to. And if she doesn’t, you’ll take her to the ER and sob yourself sick when they tube her. 

“Oh, Beth,” you murmur. 

“Oh, mom,” she says. 

You side-eye her. She’d said it with a smile, and she’s still smiling as she lays her face against your shoulder. 

“What’s funny?” 

“You sounded funny.” 

You let Wren crawl on your knees. She curls up with her face to your stomach, gurgling until you pet her back. “You sound funnier.” 

“Are you angry at me?” 

You frown at her. “No, never.” 

“Even though I wasted dinner again?” 

“You didn’t waste dinner yesterday, you just didn’t like it. Not your fault.” You follow the slope of her nose with your eyes. “Do you understand what that means, that it isn’t your fault? Me and daddy know you can’t help it. So it’s okay. And everybody stops liking stuff sometimes. I used to like apple juice, but when I was pregnant with you I had a glass of it that made me feel so sick that I haven’t had it since. Sometimes, we just change our minds.” 

“But I thought I liked it,” she confesses. 

“That’s okay. Daddy thinks he likes lettuce, but he has to pull it out of every sandwich.” 

Beth giggles, rubbing her face in your arm. “That’s funny.” 

Your face never looked so lovely as it does on Beth. Even though her eyes are swollen from all her crying the day before and her lips are crusty with toothpaste, she’s sweet. You scratch the toothpaste away carefully and wrap her up for a one armed hug, Wren underneath it, Beth’s arms snaking around her to return your cuddle. 

“I know it’s not easy, Beth. I don’t expect you to feel good right now. But if you want to talk to mommy and tell me what you’re thinking about, I can listen. Even if the feeling feels silly.” 

“I don’t want to…” She fades off. 

“Don’t want to eat dinner?” you guess. 

She doesn’t answer. 

“Beth, you don’t have to eat dinner if you can’t. The important thing is that you eat something. For now, it can be anything. If there’s one single thing you think you can eat, then I can get it for you, and I won’t… Beth, I just want you to know that it doesn’t matter what you need me or daddy or even Avery or anyone to do so you can eat something. I’ll drive you to New York if you think you want a slice of pizza.” 

“Why to New York?” she asks, her nose wrinkling. 

“That’s where they make it the best.” 

“I… don’t want you to be sad with me,” she whispers. 

“I don’t mind. You don’t make me sad, you know. I just want you to eat.” 

“Even if…” She looks down at your tummy, where Wren wriggles and snuffs. 

“Anything.” 

“Can I have honey ham?” 

You feel your eyebrows rise of their own accord. “Honey ham? Like daddy makes at Christmas?” 

She nibbles her lip. “Yeah.” 

“Okay.” 

“Really?” 

“Yes.” You take a deep breath, pressing your nose into her hair. “It doesn’t have to be for Christmas. I like daddy’s honey ham. Thing is, he’ll have to go to the store and get the ham and the honey so it might take a while. Is that okay?” 

“Can I have bread too?” 

“With butter?” you ask, too casual. Luckily she doesn’t notice. 

“Yeah.” 

“Like, a ham sandwich?” 

“I don’t want the ham in the bread.” 

“Okay,” you say, failing to hide your relief. It comes out in a sigh. “Honey ham and bread and butter. How about we pretend it’s Christmas and daddy can make the whole feast?” 

“Like, the potato’s and the sweet mash?” she asks. 

“Sure, if you want that. Even if you don’t want to eat any of it, it won’t go to waste. I love dad’s Christmas cooking.” 

She lifts her head to stare at you. “Really?” she asks again. 

“Beth, I just want you to eat, bubby,” —you sound as tired as you feel— “I don’t mind what you’re craving. I know it’s hard to eat food you don’t want to eat. It’s hard for you, you’re just a kid. You don’t get to choose. But I promise I’ll try my best when you’re feeling like this, okay? So– so no more crying at dinner,” you say, though you’re really pleading with her in a way, “‘cos I can’t stand seeing my lovely girl crying.” 

She shrugs off your loving but changes her mind at the last second, curling under your arm. 

“Can the ham be cold?” she asks quietly. 

“Yes. That’s no problem.” 

“Okay.” 

“Beth?” 

Beth tips her head upwards. 

“I know you’re different,” you say, holding her gaze, those baby wide eyes, “and you know you’re different, too. But it doesn’t matter to me or your dad, okay? I won’t get angry with you for the things that you can’t change. And… maybe, if you feel different in a way that confuses you or…” I don’t know, you think, grasping for the right words. “If it sounds like a good idea, maybe we can go talk to somebody. A doctor.” 

Her lips part. “Like Dr. Scandi?” she asks under her breath. 

Dr. Scandi is the paediatrician that treated her when she had her horrible flu, who she liked, because he was very tall and very quiet. “I don’t know. I just want you to know that you’re not alone. That I’ll try to fix things if they need fixing.” 

Beth is perhaps a little too young to understand what you’re trying to say, but, like she has ever since she was a baby, she softens at your tone. “I like talking to you,” she whispers. 

“I like talking to you.” 

Beth nods. You offer her a kiss. 

—

Steve makes his summer Christmas banquet and Beth, beautiful girl, eats three slices of bread with salted butter, and she eats every bit of honeyed ham that touches her plate. She even has a raspberry yoghurt after. 

Her empty stomach pangs at the sudden influx. Steve gathers her up and gives her one of his trademark post-dinner tummy rubs, her back to his front, the two of them in the bean bag. He rubs her stomach until she burbs, and laughs, and goes sleepy as a fieldmouse in a flower. 

Dove falls asleep before eight. Wren goes down at nine. And Avery, after a couple of minutes sitting with her legs swinging off of your thigh, asks to be put to bed as the sun’s going down behind the house. You turn off all the lights, lock the doors, and follow her to a still upstairs, Steve behind you with dozing Beth in his arms. 

“You okay, big girl?” you ask, pulling the sheets over Avery’s legs as she settles down. 

“I’m glad you’re feeling better,” she says. 

“Thank you, baby. I was just stressed out about Beth, that’s it. I’m happy long as you’re all happy.” You raise an eyebrow at her. “Are you happy?” 

“I had a good day,” she says decidedly. 

You cuddle her, her shoulders shifting under your hands. She’s gonna get big soon. She’s almost at that age where they shoot straight up into teenagedom the second you look away, so you refuse to look away. “I’m glad you did, Ave. Thanks for looking after Beth today. You did a great job.” 

“Thank you.” 

“Want me to put a movie in?”

She beams. You shove FernGully in and sit with her for a little while things are quiet, smiling indulgently against her forehead as her eyelids start to flutter. 

“Love you,” you whisper.

“Love you, mommy,” she whispers back, her ‘you’ nearly lost, a stutter of a sound as she falls asleep against your side. 

You wait five minutes before easing out from beneath her. Her hair brushes her pillow, nose sinking into her buttery pillow case, breath rustling out of her as you pull the sheets over her shoulders and crouch by her bedside. You smile at her. Give her cheek a quick stroke.

“You alright?” Steve asks. 

His uttering is so soft you don’t startle, though you hadn’t known he was waiting in the doorway. Your answer is a hum as you stand, and his is a hand on your arm as he pulls Avery’s door closed and leads you to bed. 

With Wren moved to the nursery with Dove, you and Steve find yourself alone for the first time since the early morning. Things are quiet while you undress, though he does his usual routine and helps you with the tie on your pajama bottoms before going back to his own clothes. You pull the end of his shirt from his pants and slide a hand underneath it, feeling at the small of his back for stretch marks. Your finger bumps along them and up, until you're massaging at the space between his shoulders and he’s laughing under his breath. “Stop, stop.” 

“You okay?” you ask. 

He relaxes under your ministrations. “I’m fine. You know, I heard you talking to Beth, earlier. Not all of it, but most of it. When you told her she’s not alone, that stuff, I don’t know. I was so proud of you, even though you didn’t need that from me.” He turns his face to see you over his shoulder. You rub at a notch with your thumb. “I mean, you got her to eat. You always do.” 

“She would’ve had to eventually. You’re the one that made dinner.” 

“I don’t think she could’ve told us what she wanted if you didn’t give her all that patience.” 

You don’t ignore him, but you have nothing to say. You could tell him you love him, but he knows. Could say thank you, but you’re not confident you won’t cry, and you don’t want the headache. So you draw a pattern over his back with your fingernails, resting your mouth on his shoulder. 

“I love you,” he says. 

“I love you, too.” 

“I get if you’re, like, tired, and this is too much for now, but… this has been a lot. I just want you to know that you’re there for them and I’m here for you, remember?” 

“I know.” 

You don’t wanna talk, but you know. 

Steve forces your hand down as he turns to you, rings of  purple under his eyes doing little to hide how handsome he is when he smiles at you like you’re hanging the moon up right in front of him. He’s all gentled almond eyes and his deeply kissable nose. You let yourself trace the wrinkles in the corners of his mouth. Smiling, you press a kiss to one of them. 

“I’m proud of you, too.” 

He kicks your shin. “Get to bed.” 

“I’m busy.” 

He kicks you again and pushes you into bed. 

“I’m sorry about all of this. I know it isn’t my fault, but I,” —Steve kisses your nose— “hate seeing you like that. Like this. Want you to smile.” 

“I’ll feel better tomorrow.” 

He climbs on top of you, putting his chin on top of your head and his leg hooked on top of your hips, pulling at your back until you curl into him nicely; he’ll have to move the sheets before he sleeps, just it’s comfy puzzled in like this. 

“We gotta find out what’s really happening with her,” he says. 

That’s more tentative. He’s hugging you to distract you, and it’s doing the job. You don’t feel as scared as you did this morning when he suggested the same thing. “I know. What was that word he said, the doctor?” 

“Autist.” 

You’ve read about it before. “I heard it was just a boy thing,” you mumble. 

Steve lets his hand slip beneath your ribs. “Maybe there’s a girl version…”

You lift your head away to see him better. “You know, no matter how different she is, we’re all gonna be fine.” 

“I know that, I told you that.” 

“Just wanted to make sure.” 

He noses along your jaw. “Guess what.” 

“What?” 

“We didn’t brush our teeth.” 

You let out a string of long-suffering sighs, agonised. Steve laughs and presses a kiss to your open mouth, promising you taste as good as you look, though he won’t claim the same in the morning. 

[danisstarkon]

gf!lara headcanons ⭑.ᐟ (2)

content warnings ᯓ★ smut mentioned !!!

gf!lara loves having you in her lap. just the warmth between you both makes her so happy. whenever you both are hanging out with the girls or friends, her lap is wordlessly your seat no matter what. if you go to sit beside her, she gently grabs your waist, guiding you into her lap. will playfully tighten her arms around your waist preventing you to get up, and occasionally tickle you.

gf!lara is SOO gentle with you. whether that be her words, her actions, she’s a gentle lover. especially whenever you both have intimate moments. she’s just so in love with you, sometimes she gets emotional randomly whenever she’s talking about it with you or anyone else. manon would too just because lara would start crying a little (lmao)

gf!lara wants you to feel good physically and will go above and beyond to do so. one of her favorite things to do is have you leaning back against her between her legs, fingering you as your legs are spread, whispering in your ear asking “does it feel good, baby?” knowing damn well it does from how wet you are. she loves to hear your little whines and moans. it lets her know she’s doing a good job. most definitely talks you through it >>>

gf!lara who’s obsessed with photos of you. takes a photo of you whether it’s intentional or off guard. she claims she has to capture every moment, but has a secret kink to it. she has a photo album specifically for your … nudity. from her stained kiss marks on your skin to fingering/fucking you on video. girly definitely has video of herself eating you out, moaning into your pussy. or using her strap to give you backshots. don’t be surprised that she giggles sometimes, she can’t even be serious during sex sometimes lol. she has photos/videos of you going down on her, and lord knows it turns her on so much seeing how your swollen lips glisten with her juices.

gf!lara calls you her passenger princess. she doesn’t mind driving all the time. by all means, she just wants you to be comfortable. she subconsciously places her hand on your thigh while driving, out of habit at this point. or just gives her an excuse to shove her hand down in your pants & panties to rub your clit.

gf!lara who’s unintentionally your lullaby machine. when she gets bored or just wants to, she’ll start singing to herself. meanwhile, it’s sending you into a deep sleep or nap. her vocals are just so angelic, what does she expect when she turns her head to see your head bobbing up and down dozing off?

© danisstarkon 2025

[sunflowerwinds]

girl, so confusing | v.a

summary: your relationships are a jumbled mess all thanks to you. you try to make amends with caitlyn but she isn’t so forgiving. vi makes an appearance that has you questioning if this was all worth it.

prev. part -> lick it, spit it

pairing: fem!cheerleader!reader x soccer player!vi

contains: modern!au, angst and so much of it, rocky friendships, tw: alcohol consumption and intoxication, and useless lesbians.

word count: 3.2K

a/n: i hope y’all don’t kill me this being my first post for pride month. i love you all. HAPPY PRIDE MONTH, ANGELS!! be safe & enjoy <333

Two weeks of absolute silence from Caitlyn is what you received from that incident.

During practice, she would purposefully ignore you and talk to pretty much every member of the squad except you. After the first few days, you figured that you deserved it.

It’s fresh, you told yourself as you watched her turn her back to you to talk to a fellow cheermate while you stared at her back; facing the indignity of your actions.

But nearing week two, you were tired of being iced out from the one girl you wanted to talk to more than anything right now. The problem with all of this was that when something like this would happen you would go to… well, Caitlyn.

Every bothersome event that happened throughout your day, you would bitch about it to Caitlyn. Now, you were stuck with no one to help you fix this.

And Vi.

Fucking Violet.

You couldn’t even start on how Vi has been treating you since the event. She didn’t text you for about a day or two, giving you the space that you had asked of her but by day five, she was spamming your phone with anxious texts.

A mixture of ‘how are you feeling today?’, ‘text me when you can please’, and the most gut-wrenching one; ‘i miss you.’

Like she was blatantly unaware that what you two had ruined everything.

At that two week mark, you had 35 unread texts from Violet and it was killing you to not answer them. Every single time you saw her name, your mind flashed the memory of Caitlyn’s infuriated and betrayed face when she realized what you had been hiding from her.

It’s not like you didn’t want to talk to Vi.

The guilt of it all was what you couldn’t handle; not while Caitlyn was shunning you out of her life.

It was the week before your first big cheerleading routine for the football team and you have had enough of it. The side-eyes when you dared to be inches near her, the huffs of annoyance when she realized you had arrived to practice, the near childish behavior when Caitlyn hadn’t even given you the time of day.

Whispers of the truth amongst your cheermates.

‘I heard she fucked Caitlyn’s ex.’

‘I think she walked in on them, like, oh my god. Talk about traumatizing.’

‘Can you believe she just did that and for so long? I would’ve beat her ass.’

That’s the thing. Even though they were talking shit about you, to your face, you were still another pretty and sweet cheerleader, just like them.

Yeah, fucking right.

So, you decided that the morning before practice, you would approach her and attempt to finally explain yourself.

Coach Medarda dismisses your squad with a not-at-all disencouraging statement: “Ladies remember, this is our first routine of the football season. We cannot mess this up. You are one unit. Without one of you, it does not work. So be present. And complicit.”

You suck in a deep breath as you watch Caitlyn chugging her water bottle on the metal bleachers, alone. Her blue strands are stuck to her forehead as her head tilts up to the cloudy blue sky, eyes shut as she attempts to calm her heart rate from flying.

You’re in a similar position but, exhaustion aside, you’re focused entirely on something else. You take a few seconds to muster up the courage and open your mouth.

You speak softly, going to sit down next to her.

“Cait?”

Her eyes peek open to see you, and they roll like they have been for the past two weeks; a familiar scene. She sits up and attempts to stand and walk away, but you reach for her wrist as a silent beg for her to stay.

Her head whips towards you with an uninterested expression, but her shoulders tense, giving away how irritated she is.

“Please, Cait. Let me explain.”

Caitlyn blinks at you, eyes flickering down to yours, which causes you to release her with a muttered apology. She sucks in a long deep breath before situating herself next to you once again, but staring straight ahead.

“Okay.” She huffs.

“Okay?” You double-check to make sure you aren’t making it up.

Her head turns to you with a sharp glare, but you nod in understanding.

Don’t push it.

You suck in a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself for any reaction.

“Cait, I need you to understand I never ever meant to hurt you,” Caitlyn makes a sound similar to a scoff and a chuckle mixed into one. You ignore it for a moment as you continue. “I-I didn’t even know I was into girls until Vi and I got assigned to be partners in English Lit. It happened so quickly and one thing led to another and we were seeing each other every other day. I wanted to tell you that night about everything and come clean. It was killing me keeping that a secret from you.”

The navy haired woman turns her body to you as she questions: “Is that supposed to make me feel better? Knowing that you were doing that behind my back for weeks knowing what she did to me? That you felt guilty?”

“No. No, that’s not–” You shake your head rapidly. “That’s not what I meant–”

Caitlyn presses a palm to her damp forehead with a long sigh.

“Then what do you mean? What is the point of this… explanation?”

Your lips twitch into a frown at that, looking down at your cheer shoes.

“To try to let you know that I never wanted to keep it a secret from you. I thought it was nothing; that she wouldn’t mean anything to me but…” You trail off as you shove your face into your hand, shielding your eyes. “She does. That’s what I was going to tell you that night. That I stupidly caught feelings for her.”

Caitlyn snorts at that. “Yeah. That’s very stupid of you.”

You nod in agreement as you lean forward to look at her.

“Are we… okay?” You test.

Caitlyn sucks in a deep breath. “Why? So that you can feel better about what you did to me? Or so you can talk to me again?”

Your heart sinks at her words, and you shut your eyes, knowing you’re still not in the clear.

And your silence causes Caitlyn to shake her head with a low scoff.

“Cait—”

“I have to go so I’ll-” she stands to her feet, adjusting her ponytail. “I’ll see you around.”

Not a ‘fuck off’ or a ‘never talk to me again’, so you took that as a plus. She’s tolerating you now.

You watch her step down the metal bleachers, with that unsatisfied, hollow feeling still twisting in your chest.

Later that night, you decided to attempt to write your paper for Social Psych class but the only thing clouding your mind was a red haired figment that has been haunting you. You adjust your back, straightening it to release some tension, when you hear your phone vibrate from across the room.

You still haven’t opened your messages from Vi, refraining from giving in. But you know how easy it is for you to fold for her.

Headphones blasting the most depressing music you’ve ever heard, you type away at your keyboard with determination for any sort of distraction. You’re about halfway through when you swear you hear a thump.

Removing one headphone, you pause your movements to search for another sound. And before you put the headphone back in your ear, another thump echoes throughout the dorm.

You think for a moment that it could be Sky, so you remove both headphones and set them on the counter top. You push back on your swivel chair to leave your bedroom and make your way to the front door.

Then it hits you.

Sky’s been home for over an hour now.

You remember as she peeked into your room to ask if you wanted the leftover food from her lunch.

You're standing in front of the door when you hear another louder thump and then a groan. Curious, you lean forward to peer through the peephole.

In the warped view, you see Vi slumped against the door. One of her hands is pinching the bridge of her nose as she releases long and slow breaths.

What the fuck is she doing here?

“Vi?” You call out carefully, as you didn’t want to open the door and have her come in.

Her eyes widen as she pushes herself off of the door with a grunt.

“Hey, uh, can I come in?” Her voice is slow and has a slight slur to it.

You silently curse to yourself as it’s obvious now that Vi is intoxicated.

“How did you get here?” You ask.

Vi sighs as she shakes her head to herself. “I walked here. Got back from a party with the team.”

You blink. “It’s Monday.”

“Yeah, well, what do I have left to lose, y’know?” A weak laugh leaves her lips as she sniffles.

You shut your eyes with a long inhale before unlocking the door. You twist the knob and hesitantly tug the door open, eyes already glazed over threatening tears.

Vi stands upright to appear as sober as possible, but you aren’t blind. She’s sporting a replica of her jersey in a t-shirt form and a pair of baggy jeans.

You both just stare at each other for a moment; neither one of you is brave enough to make a move.

“Can I come in? Please?” Vi’s voice is low and a little raspy, thick with the alcohol she’s been drinking.

A beat passes. Contemplating on whether or not your choice is going to be a good idea or not.

“Yeah.”

You open the door wider and step aside, avoiding her eyes as she steps in. Her movements are lazy and careless as she looks around the space like she hasn’t been here a thousand times. Her cheeks are flushed, eyes glazed over with tears due to her intoxication.

At least, that’s what you tell yourself.

She points around the room with a soft hum. “Did you do something new with the decor or—”

“Vi, what are you doing here?” You cut off her joking manner.

You shut the door with a soft click and stare at her from a distance. Vi sucks in a sharp breath at your question, rubbing her heavy eyes with her thumb and middle finger.

“We ‘ave a project to do still, you know? You can’t-” she slurs slightly, raising her hand to your body that is keeping distance. “You can’t just ignore me out of nowhere for no reason. Ice me out and shit.”

You shut your eyes as you try to compose yourself, shaking your head.

“You know the reason, Violet.”

Vi takes a few steps forward, her pupils blown so wide you swear there’s only the thinnest ring left of that blue, that shade you would drown yourself willingly. Your arms stay wrapped around yourself, not for warmth, but to keep you from reaching out, from giving in to her touch.

“I wish I met you first.” Her voice is laced with misery, as one of her hands reaches for your face.

Your eyes prick with hot tears as you lean into her palm, giving in for a split second. You retract from her touch as if it's scorching, stepping away and walking around her, holding your hands up in defense. Vi sighs as you do so, turning her body to watch you.

“No. No. You can’t just show up to my place drunk and say that shit to me. I fucked up a friendship because of this, Vi.” You express, out of frustration.

Vi blinks and runs a hand over her face. “Because of this? W-What is this?”

You shake your head. She’s drunk and her knees are wobbling just standing in place, you tell yourself. You need to save this conversation for tomorrow.

“I can’t do this when you’re like this, Vi. Just– C’mon, let’s go to bed. You need to sleep.”

Vi takes a heavy step forward.

“I mean, you don’t miss me? Not even a little?” She questions, voice tight and vulnerable.

Your chest hasn’t felt this heavy in your entire life: facing a contradicting narrative over your life.

You sigh and shake your head. “Vi—“

“Because I do miss you. All the time.” She cuts you off, her voice cracking, exposing herself even more.

A deep cry settles in your throat, itching at the base, but you push it down. You can’t let yourself crumble from a few drunken words.

“Vi.”

She sniffles and breaths out a soft sigh, wiping over her dry mouth with one hand. Her eyes find yours as her bottom lip trembles for a second, before sucking in another deep breath.

You’re not sure what to make of the sight in front of you.

Is it real? Is it pathetic or an act of cowardice?

Maybe it’s both.

“Right. Sleep,” she smacks her lips. “I’ll jus’ sleep on the couch,” she waves you off as she attempts to stumble to the couch.

“Vi, please, just take my bed.”

“But where will you sleep?” She questions, blinking slowly at you.

The only thing you respond with is: “It’s a queen.”

Vi hums at that, before shrugging her shoulders, making her way to your bedroom and mumbling nonsense to herself. You follow behind her as you wipe the fallen tear that escaped from your tired eyes. Your eye catches Sky’s bedroom door slightly open and her head peeking out when Vi accidentally hits her hip on your door frame.

“Is that–” She begins to question.

“Yeah. She’s… drunk. I don’t want her going back home like that.”

Sky’s nods simply, seeming to hold back her true feelings about this situation.

“Okay. Just be careful.” Her curls fall a bit in front of her face as she shakes her head, sucking in a deep breath. “Night.”

You frown but nod back. “Night, Sky.”

Her bedroom door shuts with a soft click, making you sit with a bit of silence before walking over to your own bedroom. Stepping into the room, the first thing you see is Vi laying face first into your mattress.

In her outside scented clothes and shoes. Right in the middle.

You huff as you shut your door and lock it, walking over to Vi’s figure.

“Violet. I need to give you a change of clothes.” You tap her rising and falling back, ignoring the way she groans in frustration.

“Why?” She says into the mattress.

You sigh, rubbing your temple. “Because you’re getting your dirty clothes all over my comforter and I don’t want you sleeping in those.”

Vi rolls over on her back with a long grunt, smacking her lips and looking up at you.

“Like dirtier things haven’t been done on this comforter.” She snorts.

You feel your lips twitch into a smile because yeah, she got you there.

“Even so, come on. Stand up.”

Vi reaches for your arms to sit up and hoist off the bed onto her feet. You stare at her as you adjust your grip on her forearms to keep her upright.

“You okay?” You ask as you stare at her to try.

“Yeah, just… wanna lay back down.”

You blow out a laugh at that and shake your head. “Just give me a second and you can lay back down.”

You let go of her gently, turning toward your dresser to dig through the drawer where she used to leave her clothes, back when your routine was all fucking and studying, one bleeding into the other. You ignore the flashing of memories of you two clawing at each other the second you touch the clothes. You pull out one of her old band tees and a pair of joggers, clear your throat, and hold them out.

Her eyes are lazily blinking at you, in a daze like she’s trapped in her mind.

“I’ll turn around. Tell me if you need any help, okay?” You tell her softly.

Vi nods, eyes never leaving yours.

You tear yourself away from her and stand a few feet away with your back to her, wrapping your arms around yourself. A few seconds pass before the rustle of clothing being removed fills the still silence. That time period felt eerily long, Vi makes grunts of struggle but doesn’t ask for your help.

“‘M good.” Vi tells you after five minutes.

You turn to see her in the changed attire, her shoes now placed under your desk. She yawns and rubs a hand over her face.

“Okay, just give me a second. You can… go ahead and sleep, Vi.” You wave for her to lay back down.

Vi stares at you, eyes flickering over every inch of you. You suck in a deep breath at the intensity.

“You’re always beautiful, y’know?” She mutters before laying down with a grunt.

Jesus.

You refuse to acknowledge it for both of your sakes and watch her shut her eyes, relaxing into the mattress. You leave the bedroom for a second to enter the bathroom, shutting the door with a shuddering breath.

You need to recollect yourself before you face her again. You’re hoping she’ll be dead asleep by the time you come out.

Grabbing painkillers and nausea relievers, you tug the bathroom door open again to go to your bedroom again. Your eyes find Vi’s snuggled up body underneath the comforter now, her eyes shut and soft sighs leaving her lips.

A breath of relief leaves your mouth as you set the bottles on your bedside table, looking at her now relaxed figure.

Careful not to wake her, you shut off your lamp and lift the comforter and sheet to lay down next to her, your back to her. You believe she’s asleep until you hear her whisper in the dark.

“I promise ‘m not gonna throw up on you.”

You release a light chuckle at that.

“Violet, go to sleep.” You hum. “And you better not.”

Another minute of silence.

“Can I tell you somethin��? Before we go to bed?”

You hold back your irritated sigh, needing this sleep for you now.

“Yeah?”

Vi’s silent again, and you think she’s knocked out before she can get other words out. A trembling sigh leaves her lips before she mutters.

“I never liked Caitlyn,” she mutters with a long exhale. “But I like you so much… and I hate that I can’t fuckin’ say it when I’m sober.”

Neither of you move a muscle. A heavy silence falls over the moonlit room.

You open your mouth for a second before shutting it, knowing nothing you could say would make this situation any better. You purse your lips as you hear Vi shift from behind you, eyes prickling with emotional tears.

She’s quiet. She’s asleep.

You fall asleep next to her at last, your pillow damp with quiet tears. Hers is no different. Stained with guilt, softened by the weight of what neither of you can say.

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[sabxynsweet]

sweetheart!reader is tipsy at a party... mattheo comes to the rescue

content warning: underage drinking, mentions of reader being drunk

thank you to the anon who gave me this idea <3 here's a look into situationship!mattheo !! also gilmore girls/jess mariano reference because i love him

You're chatting and giggling away at Theo in a secluded corner of the loud Slytherin party, you're two drinks in and much more than a little tipsy.

"It's, like, you don't even understand how sad it is," your hands are moving around wildly, matching your wide, impassioned eyes as you continued to ramble, "Jess was literally perfect for her when he got older 'cause he, like, totally matured! You know? He convinced her to go back to Yale and he read books!"

Theo nods along from his place on the couch, his eyes following your movements as you pace in front of him, he's only half following what you're slurring together, before he catches the eye of his friend.

Mattheo walks over until he's only a few inches behind you.

"Sweetheart." Mattheo calls, you turn around to see him standing behind you with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Matty!" She giggles, practically jumping into his, now open, arms.

"Your girlfriend's a lightweight." Theo muses.

"M'not his girlfriend." She pouts.

"Not yet." He corrects, making her beam. He didn't like to give false hope but he knew she most likely wouldn't remember this by tomorrow morning.

As he watched her sway, balancing in her chunky high heels, he wasn't sure she would remember most of this in five minutes.

He turns his attention to Theo. "How much has she had to drink?"

"Not too much, like I said, lightweight." Theo laughs, "I was watching her 'till you came, figured you'd be worried."

You were too enamoured by the hem of Mattheo's shirt to hear what Theo was saying.

"Thanks, man." He says, there's a beat of silence filled only by your quiet giggles at nothing, "Well, I'm here now."

"And! That's my cue to leave." He stands from the couch.

"Bye Sweetheart!" He waves goodbye to you like a kindergarten teacher would to a child, bending a little to the height of your slightly slumped over form. Mattheo nods as a sort of farewell and you wave your fingers absentmindedly, still focused on Mattheo's clothes.

Mattheo turns to you, again, and gently guides you to the couch.

"Your eyes are so sparkly." She murmurs, bringing a hand up to his face clumsily.

"Sparkly?" He asks, amused.

"Yeah, it's like there's glitter in it." She says, giggling more, "I love glitter."

He laughs, she attempts to scowl.

"Don't laugh." She whines, "M'trying to flirt."

At least some things never change.

"Well, then, thank you, Sweetheart." Mattheo said, "I think your eyes are sparkly as well."

She squealed at the compliment, too drunk to keep her reactions inside where they were usually kept.

"Matty, Matty, Matty." She calls suddenly, tugging on his arm.

"Yes, Sweetheart." He says patiently, putting one hand on top of hers to settle her down.

"I love y-" her words muffle when he puts a finger on top of her lips, she makes a sound of protest.

"Shh, you can't say it yet."

"Why not?"

"Because I want you to remember the first time you say it." He says, "I want you to mean it."

You’re too tipsy to understand what he means by that so you simply look up at him with your wide heart eyes.

“You’re so fucking cute.” He says, squinting his eyes at you.

You smile at the compliment, it reminds him of sunshine and sugar.

Your head lolls and Mattheo reaches out, like an instinct, to stabilise it.

"Careful." He murmurs, "You're gonna have to keep that head steady there, Pretty Girl."

"Can't." You mumble, eyes fluttering close, "too heavy."

You lean closer him, at least, you try to. You lay all your body weight on him and almost fall before he catches you with one arm wrapped around you and a laugh.

You gaze up at him, doe eyes all glassy, before pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek.

“You’re really nice to me.”

"Well, you're very lovable, you make it easy." He boops your nose once prompting you to giggle again.

"No, m'serious, you're always playing all tough guy around everyone else but you're very, very nice to me."

“You think so?” He asks, with an eyebrow raised.

“Yeah, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you liked me.” You giggle, flirting shamelessly.

Oh, you have no idea.

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[stonedtaemin]

up with your turret / aren't we just terrified?

summary 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶཐི༏ཋྀڠ mc throws a cup at caleb. caleb gets horny.

tags ⋆₊ ♱ riding, creampie, angry sex, dirty talk, face slapping

word count ✮⋆˙ 4.3k

also on ao3 ⟢

“Does it hurt?”

Like hell.

“Are you mad at me?”

Furious. 

She shook her head no slowly, eyes trained on Caleb like a hawk. 

They both knew that she was, in fact, mad at him. The tension made the room close in around them. Unsaid words lingered like a bad stench. It was only just a few days ago that they had been on stellar terms. Her mind flashed back to her first night in Skyhaven. They couldn't keep their hands to themselves that whole night. 

She gripped the hem of her gown tightly, playing with a loose thread. She couldn't think about that.

What else could be done? After her not-so-secret tag along while tracking Caleb, she got hurt and exposed herself. It felt like every time she was getting hot on the trail, something just had to go wrong. She was getting hurt a lot lately, physically and mentally. It was like doing mental gymnastics with herself while trying to figure out Caleb's true intentions with everything that had been going on since Mia's funeral. And Kevi, poor Kevi...

Her eyebrows furrowed in anger. She wanted to cry more than anything but it wouldn't do any good. Best to just stay angry and not have a total meltdown. Being angry was easier.

She just needed sleep.

Her eyes flickered between Caleb and the monitor that read all of her vital signs. Even though the numbers show slight improvement, she still felt like shit.

I’m so fucking mad. 

Caleb put his hand over her eyes to insert the shot into her leg. The needle doesn’t even feel like anything with her mind on how irritated she was with him.

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

“Morning.” Caleb returned to the room the next day, already dressed in his uniform and ready for whatever may be thrown at him. 

Still, his favorite girl in the world said absolutely nothing. Silent treatment. A-fucking-gain. He didn’t know if he wanted to pin her down and kiss her or play into her petty game. Either way, he was getting agitated too. 

He peered at her from the corner of his eye to watch how hard she was studying the ground. He fiddled around with the med kit once again and read through her night files. She seemed to have slept the whole night, vital signs stable and only needing pain medicine once. 

“How are you feeling?” He chimed.

Still no response.

He took a deep breath in through his nose. He turned to face her. Still no eye contact. 

“We’re in a bit of a stalemate, huh?” 

He resumed messing with more data holograms after being met with more agonizing silence.

It’s almost as if he could read her mind. He knew she wanted nothing more than to escape. To break free of this room. She was always on the run, always trying to be one step ahead. She was such a restless creature. 

Beautiful, restless girl. 

“Caleb.”

Her words cut through the quiet atmosphere of the hospital suite. The windows were built to be sound-proof from the outside world of Skyhaven and the room was sealed shut from the rest of the workers and residents of the hospital. They were two souls trapped in a box together. A really awkward box. 

Caleb would give anything for them to be back to the way they were when she first arrived, kissing sloppily on his couch while on their cloud of bliss. He just wanted to be on good terms again. It was hard to hide anything from her.

“I need to leave, Caleb.” 

Typical.

He tried not to give too much thought to it, still scrolling through useless data. He wouldn't play into her incessant whining. He was tired of her not taking care herself first. It was always mission first, herself last. Not anymore. Not under his watch. 

Clearing his throat, he managed a curt “You’ll be out of here soon enough”.

He didn’t have to look at her to know she was pissed off. She probably had one of her eyebrows cocked up as if to say “screw you”. 

She scoffed.

“When?” 

“Well… it depends on when your vital signs return to normal.” He answered tightly. They both knew her vital signs were pretty much at baseline level now. 

“Caleb.” She said his name once more. This time with more warning behind her tone.

Incessant indeed. 

He turned to look at her finally, both of their eyes locking in together. He crossed his arms, eyebrows knit together. God, she was just so breathtaking. Especially when she was mad at him. It made him want to roll his eyes at her. 

“When you made me take cold medicine that night… It wasn’t just because you were concerned about my health, right?”

He honestly was surprised it took her this long to nag onto him about it. She usually was never one to beat around the bush, but something really must have been getting under her skin. He felt guilty. His cheeks warmed ever so slightly. He couldn't let his guard down about this. He had his reasons.

He scratched the back of his head with his hand.

“You already figured out everything, right?”

She always did.

Always.

“...Aren’t I pathetic?” He shyly smiled. Play stupid games, win stupid prizes. 

She stood on her two feet, fists balled up. He backed up a little bit. 

“And this is all just an excuse. You never planned to let me go since the fucking beginning.” 

Caleb didn’t even have time to react to her turning around to grab her glass of water off of the side table, which was then thrown smack onto his chest. It hit so hard that it broke on impact.

That was his stupid prize, by the way.

She stood there, breath heavy and her left fist still balled up. Her cheeks were hot with blush and eyes sharp. She may have really resented him at that moment. It was also in that same moment Caleb realized that it had begun to rain outside, lighting flashes illuminating the room. No thunder followed due to the sound being blocked out, but that didn’t stop him from feeling the building shake around them. Everything had been lit up inside of him.

He felt the water start to soak through his jacket, then through his shirt. It made his heart race. He looked down onto his chest, brushing off his lapel. Finally, he looked back up at her, eyes narrowing.

Deep breaths, Caleb.

“Did that help you calm down?” His voice was level.

She kept her spiteful gaze locked onto him, unwavering. 

“Not at all.” She challenged. 

That’s all it took for him to snap and walk forward. He took her by the throat, leather gloves tightening around her like a snake with it's food. Immediately she sat back down on the bed, Caleb prying her legs open with his knee. He loomed over her like a tower of authority, thumb stroking her cheek. 

A moan rippled through her like the thunder that loomed over Skyhaven. She melted like butter under his touch.

Some things never changed.  

“How about now? Still feel like throwing another cup at me?” He asked, lips looming over hers. 

Her gaze trailed from his eyes down to his lips, batting her eyelashes. She could use a nice hatefuck.

“Caleb…” She whined. 

He yanked her back with force, more pressure being applied to her throat. It sent waves straight to her crotch. She could feel herself growing more and more wet. 

“You think you can just do whatever you fucking want all of the time?” He asked, thumb sliding onto her bottom lip, pushing down hard to expose her bottom teeth. 

“Nngh— n-no…”

“I can’t hear you.” 

“No.” 

His hand released all at once from her neck. Instant relief came rushing back to her windpipes but she missed the feeling immediately. He had gripped her so hard that she still felt a phantom of his touch after the fact. 

“Caleb... I'm s—”

His lips crashed onto hers before she could even finish getting out whatever she was going to say. He didn’t really care, to be honest. He was so fucking turned on from her little stunt she just pulled. He didn’t even know why. She just so happened to be incredibly mad at him, more than usual. And it just so happened that he liked it when his girlfriend was a little feisty. It was like electricity.

Maybe it was the fact that he hadn’t seen her in so long since everything that had happened between then and now. Seeing her fully grown into the woman she was today, so sure of herself and her morals. Everything was so black and white to her. She was dedicated to her hunter role. In a way she reminded him of himself, such a soldier and committed to the cause. But reckless and oftentimes too curious. It pissed him off. It made him horny. He had to fuck the brains out of her right now, dammit. 

She was the first to bite onto his bottom lip, pulling on it and opening her eyes to look at him. They stayed like that for a minute, staring at each other before diving back in. He sucked onto her tongue, wet, sloppy kissing sounds filling up the room. He loved it. She loved it too. 

When they pulled away to breathe, she practically drooled. She was already pulling her gown off, exposing her naked body immediately. 

Jesus christ.

“Please fuck me. Please, I swear to god if you don’t fuck me right now Caleb, I’m going to hate you forever.” 

He scoffed loudly, fingers immediately going to pinch her nipples. 

She yelped, leaning into his touch as if she couldn’t breathe without it. 

“You think you deserve that, princess?” He tilted his head, watching as her nipples hardened under his touch. 

She let her head fall back in ecstasy, long black hair cascading down her back and around her shoulders. 

“I want you to show me how mad you are.” She moaned as his lips kissed sloppily down her neck.

His fingers went straight to her scalp and he pulled so hard she thought he might have pulled a handful out. Tears brimmed her eyes. 

“Move.” He pushed her way back onto the headboard of the bed. He wouldn’t ask her to get on her knees since she was just injured. He may be willing to fuck the shit out of her but he was still her chivalrous boyfriend. No matter how annoyed they were with each other. 

She got the memo. 

He stared at her as he undressed himself. First shrugging off his soaked coat, then throwing his hat onto the bed. Gloves too. As he started to take his belt off, she started to sneak her hand between her legs. Her fingers dipped down to her crotch, beginning to make a swirling motion that Caleb was all too familiar with. Naughty girl.  

“Stop.” He barked. 

He swiftly pulled his pants off, then peeled his boxers off. His hard cock bounced heavily with the motion, leaking with arousal and red with heat. She was still going, biting her free hand and circling her hips to her own rhythm. He crawled onto the bed and yanked her hand away from her clit. 

“I said stop.” He said slowly. His evol snapped her hands still as a rock to keep from going back to touching herself. She groaned in objection. 

Her eyes were dark and eyelids heavy. 

“Don’t tell me what to do. I’m tired of it.” She whined. Caleb knew she was just trying to get a reaction. So he was going to give it to her. 

“Yeah?” He asked, looking deep into her eyes for approval for what he wanted to do. 

She nodded. 

A hard and loud slap sounded as he smacked her hard across her face. She moaned, eyes rolling back to her head. 

“Still don’t want to listen to me?” His voice boomed with authority. He was so hard right now he could barely keep the charade up. He knew this was working for her just as much as it was working for him right now. She had already expressed how she liked to be slapped before. They had tried it a few times previously but never like this.

His hand gripped her face harshly, pulling her face to the side with a yank. He gave her another harsh hit on her face, another cry of pleasure escaping her mouth.

“Please, please, please, baby…” she whined. Her hips grinded against his, her wetness spreading to his cock. He shivered against her. 

He landed a kiss onto her mouth softly before getting up onto his feet in front of her. His cock was standing up straight, so unbelievably hard. She looked up at him, curious for his next move. He gripped the base of his cock, wiggling it a bit in front of her face. 

“Be a good girl and suck.” He said sharply. 

Her cheeks had never been so red before, one side more puffy than the other from the harsh slap. She never really was great at giving head and it wasn’t exactly her favorite. But every now and then she loved to try. 

He put his hand on her cheek, softly stroking it to remind her it was ultimately her choice. 

“It’s okay. I love you.” He whispered.

She nodded and a small smile took over her swollen lips. She opened her mouth, tongue sticking out for him beautifully. He positioned his tip onto the middle of it, smacking it a few times. The pre-cum fell onto it, and she swallowed to taste it. 

“See how much I want you, baby girl?” His dick smacked against her cheek a few times while she swallowed his taste. He let the tip drag a little more pre-cum onto her cheek, leaving small streaks. Her face looked so good next to his cock. He should do this more often. 

“Yes, baby.” She responded with urgency. 

She opened her mouth again, allowing his length to enter more. He grabbed her by her hair again, pulling her back and forth. His thrusts were sharp but not to intense. He didn’t want to overstep her comfort zone with how much she could fit. He was already making her start to gag as is. 

The sinful sounds filled the room and almost made him unravel right then and there. The sopping wet sound of his dick filling her throat was too much to handle. His head fell back as he let out a drawn out growl, eyes closed. He felt her hands twist and jerk near his shaft as he pushed in and out of her mouth.

"Shit, you're gonna make me cum."

He looked back down at her as she peered up through her bangs. Her eyes were telling him to do it, cheeks stained with tears.

His hips bucked up hard, cock hitting the back of her throat. She gagged so hard, spit came spilling out around the corners of her lips.

"Not yet." Caleb smirked.

He pulled out immediately to stop from cutting it too short. Her eyes were gazing at him the whole time, saliva mixed with pre-cum dripping down her chin. She was so fucking filthy. 

“You’re so perfect.” He praised her, getting back down onto the bed and positioning himself between her again. 

They kissed once more, Caleb tasting himself on her tongue. Their mouths clinged to each other for what seemed like hours. Like they were velcro.

He lifted her on top of his lap, lips trailing down to her neck. She had bruises painted all across it now, just how she liked it. His hands roamed around her body, finding her breasts and squeezing onto them tightly. She let out a satisfied sigh with a low moan as she rubbed her folds onto his dick. 

She needed him so badly. 

“Can I ride you? Please, baby…” She begged softly into his ear. She nipped at his earlobe and he hissed in response. 

“Go ahead princess. Show me.” He cooed as he laid back onto his elbows to watch her. 

She leaned forward to pinch her breasts tightly together and shook them a bit for him. She felt pretty and wanted to put a show on for him. She rubbed her palms down the sides of her torso and down to her crotch. She was putting herself on display for him. 

“Tell me I look good, Caleb.” 

“You look so fucking good.” He responded lightning fast. If he wasn’t so jaded by his arousal maybe he would have been embarrassed. 

She chuckled, eyes narrowing like a predator looking at its prey. 

"Tell me you want me to sit on your cock, please, Caleb." Her voice was so whiny it came out like a song.

He gripped her cheeks hard, her eyelids heavy with lust. 

"I want you to sit on my cock and ride me like the perfect little slut you are." He hissed. He pulled her face around with force, trying to drive the point home.

She lifted herself up to position his cock perfectly. She tried to sit on it the first time but it missed. She began to get frustrated and grunted. He took his hand and wrapped it around her waist to help out. 

“There you go, baby. That’s it.” He praised as he felt the tip hit the entrance. 

He sucked in a breath as his cock was immediately enveloped inside of her, the motion quick and jolting. They both shuddered, her hips faltering. 

“Jesus… Caleb. So f-fucking... big…” She muttered. He moaned in response. 

Her palms splayed onto his abdomen as she tried to get the rhythm right. Her hair trickled down around her, ticking his stomach. He was so overstimulated right now in the best possible way. The lightning outside that flashed onto her made it feel like he was in a dream. 

“Bounce on it.” He commanded. 

“Yes...” She managed to groan out as her hips began to circle.

His eyes went to the back of his head as he felt his dick inside her tight walls. This was the fucking dream. 

“Fuck…” He drew out the word slowly and deeply. She was taking him like an absolute fucking champ. She was everything and more. He began to meet his hips with hers as she bounced up and down on him fervently. 

“Yes, yes, yes right there— a-ah!” She was loud as shit. Thank god for high security clearance and these windows. She was an absolute mess. 

“Such a good little whore.” He growled. 

Her eyes were shut close and her hips were stuttering with each thrust. Her constant whining flooded his ears like water. He could watch her like this forever, body slick with sweat and breasts red with heat and bouncing up and down with each motion. He ran his hand up her body, up her neck, and then stuck his thumb into her mouth. She sucked hard, eyes opening to look into his. He pulled her down to meet her lips with his. The kiss felt like an eternity in the best way possible. 

“Get up.” 

Caleb lifted her up off of his cock and the absence made her hiss. The move was sudden and unexpected but it was quickly replaced by him flipping her over facing the headboard. 

“Face down and ass up.” He gripped her by the hips harshly.

She wiggled her ass cutely for him while giggling. 

He struck his hand down onto her right cheek, the crack echoing in the room. 

She bucked up forward, a cry escaping her lips. 

Smack. 

Another smack. 

Each slap was harder than the last. At this point a tear was streaming down her face. 

Her moans got louder with each crack. 

“Are you ever gonna throw another cup at me again?” He gritted out. 

“No.” 

“No, what?” He smacked her again.

“No sir…!” She yelped out in pure bliss. 

“Good girl.” He rammed his cock back inside of her again, thrusting in and out quickly. 

He collected all of her hair into his fist and wrapped it around a few times, pulling her head back abruptly. Each thrust sounded off in the thick air around them, balls smacking hard against her skin. It was lewd and disgusting in the best possible way. His hands released her hair and went back to the handles of her hips. He was going as deep as he could. 

“Please, please, please…” She begged, each word stringing into the next incoherently. 

“God you take this dick so well. Take that shit. Just like that, baby.” He whimpered. 

He let go of her hips to let her take control of the pace. She looked back at him and locked eyes with him as she grinded up on him. She put her arm up to her back so he could lace his fingers with hers. It was a little awkward and contorted but they both didn’t care. They just needed to hold each other's hand. It was too good. They had to ground each other.

“A-ah! Caleb. I’m so fucking close… Shit.” She gritted out. Her head fell onto the pillow in defeat, arm falling back down to her side. 

Each thrust made a whine come out of her, a string of moans falling out of her mouth like a ritual. Caleb couldn’t hold back his moans either, whimpers falling out in broken stutters. He loved how loud she was every time he was inside of her. No one could make her feel as good as him. He wanted the whole world to hear how good he made her feel. He didn’t care even if they didn’t have the luxury of this privacy. Nothing was going to stop him from fucking the daylights out of her.

“Do it.” 

Caleb stuck his thumb in his mouth to slick it up before bending over to rub her clit as he thrust inside her. She yelped out in pleasure, whole body turning into jelly. She had completely surrendered to him. 

“Oh my god, yes, fuck!” She cried out. Her hips were meeting his touch with no rhyme or reason, just driving off pure instinct. 

Her hips swiveled fast as he drew out her impending orgasm. That familiar warm, fuzzy feeling bubbled up into her stomach.

”Please don’t stop, yes, yes, yes…”

“Good girl. Good fucking girl. Cum for me.”

“I’m cumming, oh, fuck I’m cumming!” She drew out each word as her orgasm washed over her like a tidal wave. Her moan came out in a long drawn out whine as her hips stuttered from overstimulation. 

Caleb couldn’t handle it any longer either. 

“Where do you want me, princess?” He whispered. She knew he was about to come too. 

She whined as his hand finally stopped and pulled back. 

“Want you to fill me up. Caleb.” She begged, lips pouting ever so slightly. She looked a complete fucking wreck and Caleb thought she looked so gorgeous. She didn’t have to tell him twice. A minute later he was cumming, dick pulsing inside of her. His thrusts were sharp and deep as he rode out his orgasm. 

“Jesus, baby. F-fuck me.” He whimpered. He didn’t care how pathetic he sounded. He had completely surrendered himself to her. She was his goddess.

He groaned with each final thrust, feeling himself fill her up so well. Nothing could ever feel better than this. He was made for this. For her.

“You take me so well, baby girl. Letting me fill you up so good.” His eyebrows furrowed together in pleasure. With a final thrust he buried himself deep inside her, plugging her up with his seed. She wiggled her ass with content. He landed a soft slap on her cheek, chuckling darkly. 

“Bad bitch.” 

“Just for you.” She hummed. 

“Sweet girl, too.” He cooed as he reached to caress her cheek. It was still swollen. 

She kissed his palm. He started to pull out slowly, letting her brace for impact. 

Once he pulled out, he watched as the cum dripped out of her cunt. He dragged the tip of his cock in it, slapping it a few times. He chuckled with amusement when she let out a moan of arousal.

“Gonna clean that up for me?” She asked. She started to get up to grab the towel off the bedside table. Before she could, he used his evol to freeze her in her place, leaning forward and placing his mouth on her folds. He lapped it up, already feeling his cock grow hard again. She let out the shakiest moan, gripping the sheets around her. 

“Careful. I’m gonna get horny again.” She warned.

When he finished, he lifted her up to sit back on his lap, finally face to face again. They kissed deeply, teeth clashing together every now and then. 

“Sit on my face.” He whispered onto her lips. 

She pulled away, eyes staring into his. Her eyes had a look of pure lust and shock in them. Never had they gone at it twice in one go (surprisingly). She knew he had the sex drive of an animal, but usually he had duties to attend to. She looked down at his wrist to see if he had turned his comms off. Caleb caught her gaze and smirked. He unclasped the watch and threw it to the end of the bed. 

“Just you and me.” He smirked, hand grazing her cheek then using his fingers to pull her chin up. They locked eyes again. 

“I love you.” She whispered before grabbing his face with both hands and pulling him into a deep kiss. He tasted like them and it made her wet all over again. Maybe being mad at him wasn’t so bad after all.

“I love you more,” he kissed her softly before retracting “now sit on my face.”

She would definitely listen to him tell her what to do. At least for now. 

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next mistake #8. jaehyun

synposis; synposis: sungho a star volleyball player, who is close to being benched for bad grades. and then you! yn. the top student, who he’s resented since high school, is assigned to tutor him. he makes her life chaotic—she makes him fall in love.

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the team dinner wraps late — coach pays, everyone full and tired but buzzing from the win.

outside the restaurant, the group starts to scatter. laughter, car doors slamming, goodbyes called across the lot, laughs.

jaehyun’s halfway to his car when—

“jaehyun.”

he turns. sungho stands a few feet away, shoulders tense, hands shoved deep in his pockets.

“hm?” jaehyun raises a brow, casual.

sungho’s jaw tightens. “leave yn alone.”

the words come out sharp, almost biting.

jaehyun scoffs, folding his arms. “why?”

“because i said so!” sungho snaps, voice harsh and louder than he means it to, it echoes a few lingering teammates glance over, but quickly look away.

jaehyun shakes his head, a dry laugh escaping. “i don’t see why i need to though.”

for a moment, it looks like sungho’s about to argue again — chest rising fast, glare hard.

and then—his voice drops. the ‘fight’ cracks.

“jaehyun… please.”

softer. desperate.

that single word hangs heavy between them. jaehyun freezes, the cocky edge draining from his face.

“…why do you care so much?” he asks, quieter now.

but sungho just clenches his fists, says nothing — turning on his heel and stalking off into the night.

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blah blah blah — whatever words jaehyun said last night don’t even matter anymore.

“i never liked you like that. i’m sorry.”

sorry?

sorry doesn’t fix the way he looked at you.

doesn’t fix the late-night texts.

doesn’t fix the way he made you feel like there was something there.

and now? he’s just done. just like that.

cut off. gone.

THE NEXT DAY

you’re upset. so fucking upset.

the kind of upset that makes your throat ache. the kind that won’t let you sleep, that sits in your stomach like lead.

who does that?

who treats someone like their girlfriend, then acts like it meant nothing?? A HUNDRED BUCKS SPENT AT THE ARCADE FOR A GIRL HE DIDNT CARE ABOUT? IS HE INSANE??!

you drag yourself to the library because you promised sungho you’ll be there early.

but your head isn’t in it.

you’re not in it.

sungho notices the second you sit down.

halfway through the session, he slams his pen down harder than necessary.

you flinch.

he hesitates. looks annoyed with himself — but finally asks:

“are you okay?”

your eyes snap up, voice sharp before you can stop it, “why do you care…?”

he exhales hard through his nose. “well i don’t,” he says flatly. “but when my tutor is moping around while i’m trying to learn, it’s getting pretty fucking annoying. so do you want to talk about it, or not?”

the words hit, harsh — but not cruel.

he’s giving you an out. and for some reason, that’s what breaks you.

your voice wobbles, eyes stinging.

“…yes.”

you exhale hard, trying to steady your voice.

“he told me…”

you swallow, fingers tightening around your pen.

“he said—” your throat catches. you force the words out anyway.

“‘i never actually really liked you like that, and i’m so sorry if i was… like giving, mixed signals. and i’m sorry if i was overly friendly with you.’”

you glance up, eyes stinging again — and freeze.

sungho looks furious.

you blink.

“…sungho?”

he exhales sharply, nostrils flaring. doesn’t meet your eyes.

he knows.

he knows it’s partially his fault. he told jaehyun to leave you alone, but for jaehyun to say that? to say it like it was nothing? like you were the one who had it wrong all along?

he can’t even admit it — can’t bring himself to tell you what he did.

he just shakes his head slowly, voice low and tight, “…he shouldn’t have said that.”

his face is unreadable. but the tension in his jaw, the way his knee bounces under the table — pure anger.

not at you, at him.

the air between you stays heavy after that, you try to get back to the textbook — flipping a page, pushing the words out.

but sungho’s not following anymore.

he’s sitting back now, gaze hard on the floor like he’s somewhere else entirely.

you glance at him once. twice.

finally, softly

“…sungho?”

he blinks, jaw flexing.

then

“we’re done for today.”

you blink, confused. “but we still have—”

“i said we’re done.”

his voice is clipped, not angry at you, but barely keeping it together.

he shuts his notebook with a sharp snap, shoving it into his bag.

stands too fast.

you just watch him

he pauses halfway to the door, fists clenched at his sides.

without turning around:

“it’s not your fault.”, then he’s gone.

you’re left alone at the table — the last words ringing in your head.

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Dreams (Pope Cody)

Description: Y/N wants to fuck her best friend’s uncle even though he’s 20 years older than her.

Warning: Smut, Blow Job, Pussy Eating, Shower sex, Age Gap

Word Count:3,202

Author’s Note: I’ve been waiting for Animal Kingdom to blow up so I’m prepared with fics.

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“Fuck Pope Cody” She whined out his entire name as his hips banged her against the shower wall. Both of them soaked in water and sweat as they’ve been fucking for hours at this point. She clung to him, holding him close as her whines echoed in the shower. Pope, who was one to never really make a lot of noise during sex, was groaning in her ear. Her head fell back against the shower wall as she tried to hold off her orgasm, just to keep him inside a little longer. She’s dreamed of this moment…literally. 

Her eyes opened to the sound of her best friend J Cody calling her name. “What?” She groaned and pulled the blanket over her head, hoping he would go away. “Are you coming with me?” He asked her and she threw the blanket off her and looked at him. She always was with J when he did his errands and every single time he’d tease her about his uncle.

Pope was 20 years older than her and didn’t show any interest. She, on the other hand, made it noticeable that she wanted him, without realizing it. “You dreaming about my uncle again, you creep?” He jokingly asked as he waited for her to get up. She groaned and rolled her eyes, “ Shut up.” She said and got out of bed, despite the bed calling her name so she can have more dreams of Pope Cody.

“You need to get over him. There’s no way he’s into you.” J got serious for a second as she grabbed her clothes. She glared at her friend, who was only looking out for her.  She wanted to punch him, it wasn’t that simple. J wouldn’t get that, having a different girl to fuck every night.  She got dressed in the bathroom, repeating his words. In a sense he was right but it wasn’t easy to just forget about Pope like that. Not when she sees him everyday. “You wanna join a job that we are doing?” J asked as she exited the bathroom with her dirty clothes. 

Deran gives her a beer as they all stood in the back of the bar, Pope talking about the plan. It was a simple plan and Y/N was excited, she was getting to work with Pope. J watched her face lit up as he talked and he couldn’t wait to make fun of her.  “You think you can handle it?” Craig asked her and even if she couldn’t, she wasn’t turning down a chance to be near Pope.

“Yep.” She nodded and J couldn’t hide his smirk. The others left the room, leaving the best friends alone. J couldn’t help but laugh making Y/N turn to him. “What’s so funny?” She asked him. “The excitement in your face dude.” He said and she rolled her eyes. “You really wanna fuck Pope.” He said and she shrugged, “Doesn’t matter now does it?” She asked, taking in his words from earlier.

“You definitely took this job to be near him.” He smirked. “Sounds like jealousy.” She points out and he chuckles, “Oh please if I wanted to fuck you I could.” He sounded so cocky. “If I remember correctly it was me who turned you down.” She pointed out.  “Yeah for my uncle who doesn’t wanna fuck you.” He points out. Both of them didn’t realize that Pope was listening to them talk. J’s best friend wanted to fuck him? He thought as he listened to them talk. He was 20 years older than her and didn’t know how to feel about it. 

It stayed on Pope’s mind, the thought that J’s best friend wanted him and that she turned J down for him.  Pope didn’t know how to approach this and now thinking back on it, it was so obvious that she wanted him. She would wear revealing clothes in front of him and always make sure she was near him. And right now she was tanning by the pool as Pope watched from inside. Her body was amazing and she looked so good, something he’s never thought of before.

She had on a white bikini that showed off her assets nicely. She had a pair of sunglasses on but felt the presence of eyes staring at her. She opened them and nearly smirked at the sight. Pope Cody was staring at her like he wanted to devour her.  She waved at him and he stepped outside, “Where’s J?” He asked and she shrugged, not caring. “You tell me, I’ve been waiting for him.” She lied. “You guys are pretty close.” He points out and she shrugs, “We’re best friends, nothing more. Don’t know what you mean by that.” He studies her face for a moment, “You sure?” She pushed her glasses up, “I like older men.” She winked at him.

“I’m too old for you, Y/N.” She looked at him confused, “Excuse me? What makes you think I’m talking about you?” She seemed offended. “I heard you and J talking at the bar.” She sat up and turned to him, “You were spying on us?” She asked and he shook his head. “J’s laugh was pretty loud.” He pointed out and she remembered him bursting out laughing but didn’t think anyone else was near them.

Her face went red with embarrassment, “I’m 22 years old, I’m not a child.” She mumbled. “I’m 44.” He tells her as if she didn’t already know. She stood up from the chair and got closer to him, “You don’t think I see the way you look at me?” She asked with a smirk on her face. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He lies and she chuckles, “You were just staring at me through the window like you wanted to eat me.” His eyes bored into hers, he didn’t show any emotions at her words and couldn’t let her know she was right. “You’re delusional.” He stated and walked away from her before anything else was said. 

“He was staring at me, J. Like he wanted to ruin me.” She exclaimed while they were drinking. “But he told you what I’ve been telling you this whole time.” He states and she rolls her eyes, “Besides the point.” He turned to her, “I told you Y/N/N he isn’t the one.” She knew what he was doing and it was something he did all the time. He felt bad for her and didn’t want her to be sad over his uncle. “Y/N, he’s an idiot.” He said and she stood up, “Don’t.” She said and walked away from him. 

Everything that’s happened hasn’t left his mind, the mere thought of her was torture to him. He could fuck her but what if she regretted it after and thought he was creepy? These questions ran through his head while he laid in bed, tempted to see her.  He cursed to himself as he got out of bed and went to the house. He silently cursed as he saw her car in the driveway, of course she was here. When he walked into the house, he saw the last person that he wanted to see, her.

She was on her phone, drinking a glass of orange juice when she sensed a presence and looked up to see him, “Thought you were avoiding me.” She said and looked back down at her phone. “Yeah well I’m not here for you.” He told her and walked past her. “Wish you’d stop acting like you don’t wanna fuck me.” She mumbled and he rolled his eyes. He chose to ignore her comment and went to look for the others when he realized that she was the only one here.

He cursed and walked back into the kitchen, “Where’s the others?” He asked but she ignored him. “Hey don’t ignore me. Where’s the others at?” He asked and she stood up. They were almost face to face if not for her height, “I don’t need to answer you.” She smirks. “Hold the grudge for a second and just tell me where they are.” She shrugged and answered like a child, “Well I won’t.” He rolls his eyes and pulled out his wallet about to offer her money, “What do you want?” He asked grabbing some money.

“I want you to fuck me.” He glares at her, hard before answering, “Yeah not happening.” “I’m 20 years younger than you, so what? I’m an adult. You can try to keep up the act but it won’t work forever.” She says and he gets annoyed. “Jesus I don’t wanna-�� but she interrupts him before he could finish, “Bullshit.” He sighs as she keeps talking, “You want me and you know it. You constantly think about it whether you want to or not. Ever since you heard the conversation between J and I.”

He laughs at her words even though she was spot on. “You’re delusional.” She shook her head, “No, I’m right. And you hate that. You want me and you know-“ “I don’t want you okay?” He yells at her and she steps back. “You’re a kid to me. I don’t want to have sex with you!” She didn’t say anything as she felt tears in her eyes. She just walked away from him. 

It was best that she avoided him at all costs even if that meant staying at her own house for once. She texted J and told him that if he wanted to hang out it couldn’t be at Smurfs. Pope’s mind was going crazy since then and it was only a day later. He couldn’t sleep, not with all the thoughts that were on his mind. He couldn’t accept the fact that she was right and that he wanted to fuck her.

He looked over at the time and saw it was 1 am. It was late but he bet she was still up so he got up and went to her house. He walked up to the door and knocked on it. 5 seconds later she opened the door and her face fell at the sight. She didn’t wanna see him at all. “Leave.” She told him and went to shut the door but he stopped her. “Can I kiss you?” He asked and her hand fell from the door, shock written all over her face.

“What?” She asked, not even sure she heard him correctly. “I want to kiss you. Can I?” He asked. “What makes you think I still want you?” She asked him with a smirk. He shook his head with a laugh and pulled her to him so he could kiss her. Once their lips touch it was like a fire had started between them. He pushes her inside the house, without breaking the kiss. He closes the door and takes off his jacket causing her to pull away from the kiss to see his muscular arms. 

She pulls off her tank top revealing her tits to him. He stares for a second before pining her to the wall with a kiss. She kisses back with just as much passion and lust that he had. Her hands moved up his black shirt he had on that fit in all the right places. His hands were on the wall by her head. She pulled on the shirt, begging him to take it off. He broke the kiss and removed it, throwing it somewhere in the room.

He leaned down and began kissing her neck, barely giving her a second to breathe. She let out a gasp and her hands were on his neck and moved down until they were over his torso. He was so built and strong, so sexy.  His hands moved from the wall to her shorts as he he stuck on of his hands in them and felt her panties. They were soaked and just the slightest touch had her moaning his name.

He smirked against her neck and moved her panties aside to touch her bare clit, “Pope.” She moaned. He gathered her juices on his finger before pushing a finger inside of her. She gasped and gripped his shoulders, head falling back against the wall. “You’re right, I couldn’t get you out of my mind.” He whispered in her ear as he began thrusting his finger.

She let out a whimper at his words. His finger was thrusting in and out of her as her hips stuttered against him, daring to move. Her hands moved to his muscular back and gripped, her nails digging in his skin causing him to curse. He loved the feeling of her leaving scratches on his back and the way her pussy squeezes his finger. He decided to add another one causing her to cry out.

Her hips began meeting his thrust, each time she moaned. It was like music to his ears as he pulled back to watch her. She looked so beautiful and so focused on getting her orgasm. One of her hands moved down to her clit and she began rubbing, “No.” Pope said and moved her hand off of her, causing her to whine. Pope replaced her fingers with his, “Does that feel better?” He asked and she nodded.

It really did, better than anything she could ever imagine. Her breathing was hard and her hips were stuttering, her pussy was going crazy around his finger and he could tell that she was close, “You close baby?” He asked and she nodded, eager to cum. He removed his fingers before she could cum which made her whine. He took his fingers and licked them, tasting her pussy. Her jaw dropped at the dirty sight in front of her.

She truly couldn’t believe that he was doing this. He dropped to the floor, face to face with her cunt that was still throbbing. He grabbed her legs and threw them over her shoulder. He looked up at her as she looked down with need, “Pope.” She whispered. He wasn’t sure if it was a beg but he leaned forward and licked her clit, never looking away. She squeaked at the feeling and that made him repeat his actions. Her hand moved to his hair, “Please.” She whispered and begged him to do something.

He dove into her pussy causing her to nearly scream, he chuckled against her, the vibrations feeling amazing. She arched her back, trying to move her hips but his hands kept them pinned to the wall. She hated this but was too weak in pleasure to fight it. Her pussy was clenching around nothing as his perfect lips sucked on her clit. She starts whimpering and sobbing as her orgasm crawls back up from before. She needed it, she needed it so bad.

He does something unexpected before she could fall over the edge. He stands up with her legs still over his shoulders. She gasps and throws her head back with a sob, cumming all over his face. Her eyes roll as Pope runs his nose over her clit, helping her ride out her orgasm. She opens her eyes after a minute and looks down to see Pope’s lips and nose covered in her cum.

She laughs and he helps her down before she kisses him, moaning at the taste of herself over his tongue. She pulled away and licked the rest of it off his face. If he wasn’t hard before, he was now. Y/N drops to her knees to repay the favor, unzipping his jeans and pulling them down. Her eyes widened at the sight of the bulge in his boxers, he looked huge and she hasn’t even seen it yet. She pulled down his boxers and gasped, he was huge. His eyes stared down at her, waiting for her next move.

She looked up at him and smirked before running her thumb over the tip. He bit back a groan that threatened to leave his mouth. Her soft hand wrapped around his dick, slowly moving it to jerk him off. He closed his eyes for a moment, breaking the eye contact as he tried not to make any noise. She smirked and licked the tip, watching his eyes open. He could’ve came at the sight. Her eyes never leave his as her mouth takes him whole. He struggled to keep still as she started bobbing her head.

Curse words and her name leave his mouth in a whisper as she moaned against him. His hips bucked nearly causing her to gag. Drool was all over her chin and his cock as he fucked her mouth, trying not to hurt her. She felt herself get wet again at the sight of him trying to hold back. She didn’t want him to so she started swallowing and his hips bucked and thrusting forward hard. Her hands were placed on his thighs as she gripped them.

He started twitching in her mouth and she heard a deep moan from his chest as he came down her throat. He threw his head back as she swallowed all of it and pulls off him. He looks down at her as she wipes her mouth, her lips were swollen and her throat hurt a little but it was so worth it. She stood up and gave him a smirk, “I’ve dreamt of this moment.” She tells him and he cups her face. “How do these dreams end?” He asked her. “With you fucking me up the shower wall, fast and hard while I scream your name and hold on for dear life.” She whispered against his lips. “Where’s the shower?” He asked.

The hot water was hitting both of their bodies, steaming up the room as the water ran over both of them. The room was hot, hotter than it’s ever been as his hips snapped into her. The noises she made echoed in the bathroom and her arms wrapped around Pope as he grunted softly in her ear. She felt like she could barely breathe from how hot it was but it was so worth it.

Her legs wrapped around his waist as one arm was wrapped around her and the other placed on the shower wall. “Was this how your dream went?” He asked her, breathing hard in her ear. “This is so much better.” She whined and clenched around him. “Fuck.” He growled and lost his rhythm getting close to the edge. 

Breathy moans leave his lips as he twitches inside of her, “Fuck Pope.” She cries out and holds his head to her neck. “Cum for me.” He says as his hips lose all rhythm he had. Her eyes roll and she lets out the most pornographic moan he’s ever heard as she cums all over him.  He thrusts a few more times before he lets out a grunt and cums, filling her up. 

Pope and Y/N walk into Smurfs house with his arm around her. Everyone turns to look at them and J looks shocked. His jaw is dropped and Y/N winks at him. Pope walks over to him, “You can’t fuck her if you really wanted to.” He says to his nephew, causing her to laugh.  

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do i wanna know (if this feeling goes both ways)

Explicit | 3.5k | Female Steve Harrington, Creep Eddie Munson, Hate sex | Full tags on Ao3 Inspired by this art and this art, both by the incredible @2jihiir0.

Eddie Munson is the bane of Stephanie Harrington’s existence. 

The man is a menace. He's constantly making a scene, always stomping around on tables, hurling insults at jocks and shouting about something. Not to mention he's a fucking creep. Stevie has caught him hanging around during the girl's swim practice more than once, and he seems completely shameless when someone calls him out for leering at the cheerleaders.

What pisses Stevie off more than anything is that she's been hooking up with him on a semi-regular basis for the last four months, ever since she traded him a blowjob for a couple of joints at Beth Johnson’s birthday party. Not her best moment, she knows, but she was desperate for something to take her mind off the fact that she walked in on her boyfriend at the time fucking the birthday girl herself.

It devolved from there, with Eddie practically seducing her after swim practice a few days later, which ended with Stevie in the back of his van, better fucked than she had been in a while. It pained her to admit that Eddie the Freak is actually a good fucking lay, but their different social standing hadn't stopped her from seeking him out, or from accepting whenever he offered.

It's another normal Monday morning, and Stevie is swapping books in her locker when the smell of cigarettes and leather hits her just before a body presses up against her back. She knows who it is without even turning around and bites back an annoyed groan.

“What do you want, Munson?” she asks as she pulls out another book.

An arm drapes over her shoulder and Eddie leans in close as he says “Heard you went out with Jackson Greene on Friday. How’d that go for you, princess?”

Stevie rolls her eyes and makes a half-hearted attempt to shrug Eddie off that he ignores. “Why do you care?” 

Eddie hums and slips a finger under her sweater to snap her bra strap. A shudder runs down Stevie's spine and she hates how the simple action makes her stomach clench with desire. She jerks her arm back and digs her elbow into Eddie’s ribs in retaliation, but the man just chuckles. 

“Just curious. I wanted to hear your side of the story, since he was going around in gym earlier telling all the guys that he had you crying and begging for his dick.” He leans in, flooding the little space with his scent. “And that doesn’t really sound like the Ice Queen I know.”

That asshole. Stevie scoffs and reaches into her locker again. “Maybe he’s just better than you.” 

He wasn’t. Jackson was a clumsy fuck who couldn't even be bothered to warm Stevie up before he put his dick in her, and she definitely was neither crying nor begging for the few minutes he managed to last. But Eddie doesn’t need to know that.

Eddie hums and slides his hand down, slipping his fingers into the top of her shirt, resting against the swell of her breast. She doesn’t move a muscle, knowing that the slightest shift would mean anyone having a view of Eddie practically groping her.

“That’s what you said last time, too, about Andrew. But remind me whose dick you came running back to less than a week later, hm?”

Stevie’s face floods with heat and she knows he’s right, knows that four days after her date with Andrew Fisher found her in the back of Eddie’s van again, the man’s cock drilling into her in a way that no one else seems to be able to replicate.  She hates how much she craves it, and she’s gained a bit of a reputation with how much she’s been sleeping around, trying to find someone that can make her feel better than Eddie Munson does. No one’s been able to even compare, though, and she always finds her way back to his smug fucking face.

“Stevie, are you coming?”

The call from Carol snaps the tension that had been stretched so tight between them, and Eddie gives a parting “Maybe later, sweetheart,” before stepping away and heading down the hall.

He's so goddamn annoying.

Stevie slams her locker shut and ignores the wet spot she can already feel growing on her panties. She walks with Carol to their next class but barely takes anything in because she's too busy seething over Munson's audacity. She goes through the rest of the day thinking about him; watches another one of Eddie's tabletop sermons and hates him. Hates his voice, hates his clothes, hates his ostentatious attitude.

Most importantly, she hates that she can't stop coming back to him.

Sometimes in the moments after, when Stevie is coming down from her orgasmic high and Eddie's touch has shifted from a rough grab to a tender caress, she wishes things were different. She wishes that they were actually something other than fuck buddies, wishes that Eddie actually cared about her and not just about getting his dick wet. Stevie sees the way he cares for the people that are his, and sometimes she wishes she were one of them.

(When she's feeling particularly lonely, she tries not to think about all of the other girls who probably get Eddie's discount price, and usually fails.)

It's all dumb, wishful thinking from a girl who can't keep any boy around for more than a handful of dates. All thing's considered, Eddie is probably the longest "relationship" Stevie's had so far, even though they've never done anything that could be considered romantic. No, Eddie clearly only sees Stevie as a no strings attached way to get his rocks off, an easy lay whenever he needs to scratch the itch.

It's that thought that makes Stevie's bubbling frustration settle into a low simmer. Because if all Eddie sees her as is a cheap slut, then what's stopping her from treating him the same way? If she wants a good fuck without having to jump through hoops, then what's stopping her from using Eddie to get just that?

Hellfire usually meets on Fridays, but for the last few weeks they've had to switch to Mondays because of the upcoming school play. Today, Stevie is thankful for it because that means she knows exactly where to find Eddie. She makes her way through the emptying halls until she's at the door to the drama room.

Stevie doesn't bother knocking, just walks in like she owns the place and multiple sets of eyes instantly snap over to her. Eddie leans back in his chair, seemingly amused as he says “Well, if it isn't Hawkins’ beloved Ice Queen, here to grace us with her frigid presence. What can we do for you, highness?”

Stevie glances over the few other people in the room before her gaze locks back on Eddie. She straightens up a bit and puts on her most bitchy expression before replying with a curt “Club's canceled. We have business to take care of, Munson.”

Stevie knows how much this club means to Eddie. She's seen the passion and care he has for his so-called little sheepies, and she fully expects him to turn her away, to tell her to wait until after, or even until tomorrow. Stevie braces herself, ready to argue against any rebuff, so color her surprised when Eddie grins, all teeth and victory.

“You heard the queen, boys. Pack it up.”

There's a bit of protest that Eddie quickly shuts down - something that Stevie should not find as hot as she does, watching him command the room with ease - and shortly after her entrance, the members of the club are filing out of the room. "You caved pretty quick this time, princess. Jackson must have been a pretty shitty fuck for you to be claiming defeat so soon," he says as he leans forward in his seat, smug as fucking anything. It makes her so angry.

Stevie locks the door and goes over to Eddie, fists her hand in that dumb fucking t-shirt and pushes until the man is forced back into the chair behind him. Eddie's grin doesn't even twitch as he slouches back against the throne, and Stevie wants to slap him.

“Open your pants,” she snaps as she rucks up her skirt, and is pleased when Eddie scrambles to open his belt and shove his jeans and underwear down. She slips off her panties and climbs onto the chair, straddling Eddie’s lap as she takes his dick in hand. He’s already half-hard, and she gives it a few strokes to help him along as she says “Jesus, it’s always so easy to get you worked up. Fucking pathetic.”

Eddie barks a laugh that grates on Stevie's nerves. “You say that like your pussy’s not dripping onto my leg right now.”

"It's fucking not," Stevie objects, because it isn't. Her panties might have been damp for most of the day, but she's not worked up enough to be leaking like that.

"You sure?" Eddie snarks as he reaches down, surely intending to shove a finger or two into her wet cunt. Usually Stevie doesn't mind, welcomes it even - Eddie is too fucking clever with his hands, has made her go boneless with just his fingers more than once - but this time she slaps the hand away.

"Shut up, Munson," Stevie snaps. Eddie just grins and grabs her waist as she lines up and sinks down onto Eddie's cock. She bites back a whimper because, god, it really does just fill her so fucking perfectly. Not that she'd ever admit that to his face - it would only inflate his already massive ego, and that's the last thing she wants.

Eddie makes a punched out noise as Stevie drops the rest of the way. She gasps at the sudden stretch and doesn't move, taking a second to adjust. Eddie’s hands slide up into her top, pushing both it and her bra out of the way as he grabs at her tits.

“Hello girls,” he says, and Stevie barely has a chance to roll her eyes at the antics before Eddie is leaning in and sinking his teeth into her right nipple. She yelps a "Fuck!" and her hips jerk, causing them both to moan at the stimulation.

"Don't- Don't talk to my boobs," Stevie gets out after a second, and Eddie just grins.

"But they're so pretty," he says as he leans in and licks a wide stripe over the aching nub. He grabs at her other breast, sucking and groping until Stevie is squirming from the stimulation.

"Okay, okay, stop it," she snaps as she pushes Eddie back, wanting to get this show on the road already. She braces her hands on Eddie's shoulders as she starts to ride him properly, lifting up and dropping back down onto his dick with a soft groan. Eddie moans low and moves his hands down to her hips, holding but not controlling as he lets her figure out her pace.

"Such a fucking dream, baby, bouncing in my lap like a needy little slut."

"God, do you evenknow how to be quiet?" Stevie asks as her nails sink into Eddie's shoulders. The man just laughs and digs his thumbs into the dip of her hips, causing her pace to falter slightly.

"What, princess? You don't like it when I tell you how pretty you look on my dick?"

She does. Stevie loves the praise, will take it in any form Eddie gives it to her. Will take the slut as long as she gets the pretty along with it.

Eddie doesn't need to know that though.

"Stop fucking talking and fuck me already,"

Eddie gives her another shit-eating grin. "Your wish is my command, highness."

He tightens his grip on Stevie's hips, holding her in place as he fucks up into her fast and hard, making Stevie squeal in a way that she'll absolutely deny later. The sound seems to encourage Eddie, spurring him on as he pulls her down to meet every snap of his hips.

It only takes a minute of that before the hair-trigger she's been on for hours snaps, and Stevie gasps and shakes as she comes, hands slipping and dropping her forward as Eddie fucks her through it. She's trembling as he finally slows to a stop, but she doesn't get a chance to catch her breath before he's biting into her tit again, hard.

Stevie snaps up with a "Fucking ow!" and slaps him across the face, the first time she's ever laid a hand on him like that. Eddie doesn't even seem mad about it. He just gives her a wicked grin and a "My turn," as he hooks his hands under her thighs and stands suddenly, bringing Stevie up with him.

She yelps as Eddie drops her back onto the table, knocking the stuff he hadn't bothered to clean onto the floor, and pulls until her ass is hanging off the edge. Stevie barely has a chance to brace herself before he’s fucking into her properly, hitting deeper than before.

"Oh, fuck! Eddie!"

Eddie grabs her waist to hold her in place, thumbs digging into the soft give of her stomach as he fucks her just the way she loves. It’s so goddamn good, every snap forcing a noise from Stevie’s mouth even as she tries to bite them back, and Eddie grins.

“Yeah, this is what you really wanted, isn't it princess? Just needed a good dick to make you happy, huh?”

Stevie keens in response and reaches out, trying to find something that she can grab on to, needing to ground herself. She sends more stuff scattering to the floor, but if Eddie doesn't care, she certainly doesn't. Her hand catches the edge of the table and it's all she can do at this point to hang on, to just take what Eddie is giving her.

It's so much so soon, but Eddie doesn't seem to give a fuck as he drills into her, chasing his own orgasm. His eyes are dark as he stares down at her, nearly black in the low light of the room. Stevie feels caught in his gaze, held in place like a butterfly laid out and pinned down for display.

No one ever looks at her the way Eddie does, like he wants to put her up on a shelf and keep her. Like he wants to dissect her, cut her open and feel the warmth of her insides. Stevie thinks she would let him, at this point. Would do anything to keep his attention for longer than five fucking minutes.

"Fuuuck, I'm gonna come," Eddie groans as his hips snap into her. "Gonna fill your pretty cunt, baby, mark you from the inside out. Leave you fucking dripping with it." Stevie nods dumbly and begs a "Yes, please, fuck!" far past worrying about her image at this point.

Eddie brings a hand down to rub at her clit in small, quick movements that send electric shocks up the length of her spine. Stevie jerks against the touch and gasps a "Fuckfuckfuck!" as she comes again, her back arching off the table with the force of it. Her ears start ringing almost immediately, but underneath it she can hear the way Eddie growls as he slams into her a few more times before he comes, fucking them both through it.

Stevie twitches with overstimulation as Eddie's hips slow, then stop. He drops down, forearms braced on the table as they both catch their breath, as Stevie enjoys the aftershocks that zip through to her fingers and toes.

And then, Eddie does something unexpected.

He kisses her.

In their four months of hooking up, they've never once kissed. It's been a near thing a few times, with their faces pressed close and breath mingling, but neither has crossed that final line. For Stevie, she didn't think it would be welcome. For Eddie, Stevie just assumed that he didn't want to kiss her.

It's a welcome surprise, honestly.

Stevie kisses back, opening her mouth when his tongue presses to the seam of her lips. Eddie tastes like cigarettes and cinnamon gum, but it's not off-putting, and she sucks on his tongue as he pushes deeper. He's good at this, Stevie has to admit, persistent and messy in a way that makes her toes curl.

Eddie breaks it after a moment and moves down, pressing kisses to Stevie's chin and the underside of her jaw. "You don't know how mad it makes me, baby, seeing you go off with all those other guys when you know I'm better than all of them."

Stevie shivers and tips her head back, offering more of her neck to the man. "I want a boyfriend, Eddie. I want someone who actually cares about me, not someone who just cares about getting laid."

That makes Eddie pause before he sits up, taking his warmth with him as he looks down at Stevie. "Is that what's been happening, sweetheart? You've been playing hard to get because you think I don't wanna be your boyfriend?"

Stevie bites back a pout and turns her head to the side, avoiding eye contact. "You've never asked me out, so why would I think otherwise?"

There's a beat of silence before Eddie steps back, his soft dick slipping free, and Stevie winces as her pussy clenches around nothing. She's not empty for long, Eddie filling her again with two fingers as he pushes his cum back inside her.

"Do you remember the first time we fucked?" Eddie asks, his eyes trained on where his fingers are held in the warmth of her body. "It was in my van, after your swim practice. You didn't get the chance to shower so you still smelled like chlorine, but I didn't mind it because it was on your skin. After, I asked if you wanted to go to Benny's and you turned me down, said you just wanted to get home."

Stevie frowns and looks down at him, because— "You never asked that."

"I did, though," he says, gaze dark as he slowly begins to finger fuck her, a lazy pace that makes her shiver. "I thought I just lucked out, convinced you to sleep with me once and that was all I was gonna get. So color me surprised when you found me a few days later, practically begging for my dick again."

"I didn't beg— Oh!" Stevie gasps as he thrusts into her hard, just the one time before he resumes that careful pace.

"You can deny it all you want, angel, but I've never seen a girl beg as pretty as you do. So I figured if this is all I was gonna get from you, then so be it. I'd be your fuck buddy if that's what you wanted."

Eddie twists his fingers and Stevie squirms at the stimulation, can feel the steady build of pleasure once again as he speeds up. "Then you started going out with other boys, and I thought you were done with me, except you just kept coming back. And now you're telling me that this whole time you've been pissy because you wanted me to ask you out, when you're the one that turned me down first."

Stevie shakes her head as she arches into his touch. "I don't remember— I didn't—"

Eddie tuts and starts to fuck her properly, his fingers driving into her sweet-spot with every thrust. "Maybe it's my fault, though. Maybe you were too cum-drunk to realize I was asking you out. Is that what it was, princess? You just couldn't think straight after getting fucked so good?"

Stevie can't take any more. Her body is overstimulated, overwhelmed by the pleasure Eddie is practically forcing on her. It should be painful, but it only adds to the experience as Stevie shakes apart on her third orgasm, her entire body twitching as Eddie fucks her through it. He stops after a moment and pulls his fingers out, and Stevie is embarrassed to see that his hand is drenched down to his wrist.

Stevie feels like she's in a daze as she watches Eddie suck his fingers clean before wiping the rest of his hand on his jeans. She feels sated, loose in a way she can't ever find with anyone else.

"Ask me again," Stevie says, her voice soft, still breathless after all of that. Eddie looks at her and his face softens with a smile she's never seen before, something small and kind that makes her heart clench.

"Stevie Harrington, can I take you to Benny's?"

Stevie sits up and winces when she feels a mix if Eddie's cum and her own slick leaking from her pussy. "Only if you clean me up, first. I'm not gonna walk into Benny's place with your jizz running down my leg."

Eddie laughs, bright and loud. "Of course. Your wish is my command, princess."

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could i request a jj x pogue! reader fic where the reader and jj are dating or maybe bffs to lovers where they’re both pogues and have to work midsummers and the reader has been off that whole day working but turns out shes just a little bummed about the fact she’ll never experience a midsummers or a day where she can dress up and eat food and not have to work

jj feels bad and wants to make it up to her or tried to make her feel better because she’s always very chill and doesn’t complain about anything. she loves being a pogue but it does suck to see all her girlfriends like kie and sarah get to experience this

midsummer blues

warnings: sad-ish!reader, smitten!jj, cheesy but idc it’s cute.

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Every year was the same. Summer would come along, and with that came the biggest event on the island. Midsummer’s was somewhere all the Kook’s could show off their wealth, their families and themselves. You’d always hated it; because you could never go.

Kiara’s been going since she was a kid, she always complains about it, but you can’t think of one real reason why. She gets to wear a pretty dress, be served free champagne, eat good food and spend the night like royalty. Over the last year John B started dating Sarah, so that’s another one of your friends who gets to experience Midsummer’s as a guest; her family usually being the guests of honour.

This year you’re working Midsummer’s, you needed the money and it paid better than anything else was at the moment. When you told JJ about it, he also signed up and surprisingly got the job. He was a waiter whilst you were behind the bar. Pope would be there, working with his dad like every year. John B was Sarah’s date, for a split second you actually thought of dating a Kook just so you could go as a guest.

“What’s with the face?” JJ leant against the bar, stealing an olive from the counter top to pop in his mouth.

“Shouldn’t you be working?” You asked, letting out a tired sigh. It had only been an hour and your mood was already deflating. Watching the girls wear pretty dresses and dance with their dates, they’d never have to worry about where their next meal was coming from.

“I am, I’m comin’ to grab some more champagne,” he smirked, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

“Have you been drinking it?” You couldn’t help the small smile that made its way onto your face as you started to fill up glasses and place them on his empty tray.

“Maybe I had one,” he shrugged. “Had to get through this shit-show. These people are so far up their own asses it’s crazy. What kind of person would actually enjoy this?”

Your smile faltered, replaced with a grimace as you filled up the last glass. You hadn’t told JJ about how you were feeling, because why would he understand? Your best friend hated the Kooks, hated anything to do with them. If you told him how you were feeling envious he’d just make fun of you, he wouldn’t understand.

“Better get back out there.” The longer he stood near you the closer you were to cracking; he had always been able to read you like a book.

“I guess,” he sighed. He reached out for the tray, but then his eyes landed on your pout. “You alright?”

“Fine,” you shrugged, picking at your flaky nail polish.

“What’s wrong, babe?” He asked softly. “Did one of these assholes say somethin’? ‘Cause I’ll go deal with it right now—”

“No one said anything, JJ. I just want to get this night over with,” you interrupted, giving him a weak smile to try and reassure him.

He furrowed his eyebrows, leaning forward to stroke your cheek briefly. “If you need me just come find me. We’ll leave, fuck the money.”

Fuck the money. Something those Kooks would never have to say.

“Yeah, okay,” you said softly.

He blew you a kiss as he left the room, making you smile slightly; but then another snobby Kook was coming up to the bar and you wanted to scream.

Just a few more hours.

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“I’m exhausted, JJ. I just want to go home,” you sighed as he began to drive in the opposite direction from your house. Midsummer’s had finally ended and you were feeling worse than ever, all you wanted to do was crawl into bed and cry into your pillow.

“I know, baby, but just trust me, a’ight?” He smirked, reaching over the console to pat your thigh.

You rolled your eyes grumpily, crossing your arms over your chest. He probably just wanted to go for a smoke, and that was the last thing you wanted; you loved JJ, but right now you just wanted to be alone.

“Stop poutin’,” he teased, reaching over to wobble your lip with his finger.

“Get off, weirdo,” you giggle, swatting at his arm.

He pulled up by the sidelines of the woods, making you look over to him in wonder. He just smirked to himself, getting out the car and moving around to the other side to let you out.

“Before we go anywhere, I got you a present.” He opened the back door and pulled out a dress. You blinked at it, eyes flickering between the pink fabric and his face.

“What?”

“C’mon, no one’s around just get changed. Give me a show,” he teased, shoving the dress into your arms.

“Perv,” you muttered. “Why do I have to put a dress on? Is this some sort of sick fantasy for you?”

“You gettin’ dolled up for me? Fuck yeah that’s my fantasy. But, no, just put it on, you’ll understand in a minute,” he pleaded.

There was no point arguing with JJ. With a huff, you climbed in the back of the van and stripped out from your work clothes into the dress. You weren’t sure when JJ had gotten taste, but the thing was beautiful. You climbed out, blinking at him as he looked you up and down.

“You look gorgeous,” he murmured, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead.

“Are we eloping? What’s going on?” You asked softly, looking up at him.

He reached behind you and undid the clip that was holding your hair up, swishing it with his hands. He pressed a kiss to your cheek before taking your hand, leading you through the trees in silence. A few minutes later you froze, taking in the scene in front of you.

There was a blanket set up on the floor, some fairy lights hanging from the tree branches and a picnic basket set out on the blanket; a bottle of champagne resting next to it.

“Jayj?” You murmured in confusion, looking to him. He was grinning from ear to ear.

“Damn, Sarah’s good,” he whistled.

“What? JJ, can you explain what the hell is going on?” You exclaimed.

He snorted, stepping forward and placing his hands on your hips. “I knew somethin’ was bothering you, but you’re a stubborn little thing and you wouldn’t tell me. So, I asked Sarah. She said you’d mentioned feelin’ a little down ‘bout not being able to go to Midsummer’s, ‘bout not feeling good enough. Couldn’t have my girl feeling like that, could I?”

“So, what? You set up a picnic in the woods?” A blush coated your cheeks, but you tried to keep your tone unbothered.

“I set us up a Midsummer’s, a better one,” he shrugged. “Sarah put the dress in the van and her and John B left early to come set this up. And before you feel bad, that was her idea.”

“Why would you do that?” You asked softly, looking up at him with teary eyes.

He smiled, a real, loving smile as he leant down so his forehead leant against yours. “Because you deserve to feel like a princess sometimes. Just ‘cause you’re a Pogue doesn’t mean you don’t deserve some fancy shit like this, means you deserve it more actually.”

“You’re an idiot,” you whispered, a tear rolling down your cheek as you grinned up at him.

“Yeah, your idiot,” he said back, just as softly.

“Shut up,” you grumbled, cheeks heating up as you pushed at his chest. “Are we gonna sit down then?”

“I didn’t even ask you yet, little miss impatient,” he chuckled, hands still resting on your hips.

“Ask me what?”

“If you’d be my date to Midsummer’s, duh,” he replied, beaming from ear to ear. Before you could reply with some sort of loving insult, he was down on one knee. You burst into giggles as he smirked up at you, reaching for your hand. “Would you, the princess of the Pogues, do me the honour of being my date?”

“Get up, you loser,” you laughed, pulling him back up to his feet.

“Is that a yes?” He chuckled.

“I’d love to be your date, Maybank,” you murmured back. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Thankyou.”

“Anything for you, baby. Anything.”

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“She’s my neighbor. And no,” he states pointedly, shedding light on the artistic craftsmanship of his pastime, “she doesn’t have anything to do with my tastefully curated blog.” Beside him, Art slips something under his breath into his own respective alcoholic beverage, something that vaguely sounds like “Does tastefully curated apply to every glorified Only Fans?” just as Seth starts to say, “The one who thought you were strangling someone?” “Wait,” Niall blinks, “The fire alarm girl?” His eyes flicker to his freshly empty glass, and the curly-haired brunette purses his mouth and he chews over the answer. “Something like that. We’re…” once more, Harry’s jade gaze travels to that back corner of the room (though, only settling there for a heartbeat’s length of a pause, this time) before returning to his investigative friends, “on good terms now.”

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“We’ve been over this,” Niall groans, rolling his eyes, as if his coordination (or lack thereof) is solely dependent on lighting (or lack thereof), “we had the lights off.”

Seth shakes his head, a loose, weary sort of amusement gracing his features, “I think you’re just disgusting.”

“And the pot meets the kettle,” Niall challenges, eyebrows pinching as his eyes narrow at his considerably swarthier counterpart, “You had that weird toe thing with… what’s-her-name. The one with the teeth?”

At the errant dig towards his ex-fling, (admittedly a nice person, as Harry remembers) hooking into the discussion strictly as collateral, Seth blinks blankly, deadpanning, “Her name was Bianca, and she had perfectly normal teeth.”

Art picks up his drink, muzzling a string of snickers at his own quip by tucking his straw between his teeth, “Sure, sure. She also had a canine sharp enough to open packages.”

As Seth rolls his eyes up to the wooden beams detailing overhead, Niall directs his attention onto Harry, who sits across from him. “What’s your take on it, then?”

Halting the soft, steady drum the face of his ring had taken against the body of the glass, Harry gears his gaze onto the other brunette. A half-lidded, nonchalant glaze coats his expression as he clarifies, “Spitting?” He shrugs, pursing his lips to bottle his mirth, “Well, it’s context-dependent, isn’t it? I’ll wait for her ask for it before giving her a fucking hurricane.”

Art, with the straw still slotted between his lips, snorts and nearly chokes on his drink. 

“It was a bit!” Niall defends hotly, exasperation worming into his tone at the ridicule. He lays his palms flat onto the sticky tabletop, then picks one up to motion with it, pinky parallel to the surface, as if chronologically walking the rest of his friends through a particularly uncomfortable series of unfortunate events, “She texted me a link to one of those Bang casting roleplay and said ‘I want this.’ I. Want. This,” Niall repeats, emphasizing each word with another, firm tap against the table, eventually resorting to gesture out with the same palm, “And I was spitballing.”

At the unintended softball, Harry nudges with his chin, feigning understanding, “Right.”

For a moment, Niall bristles. The dewy (courtesy of the shots the cohort had kicked off the night with) noctilucence of his gaze sharpens to a dagger point as it narrows. Finally, he sits back against the chair, correcting himself flatly, “Improvising.”

“Why do all your bits end in trauma?” Seth notes, a crinkle forming between his brows almost pensively.

“It’s almost impressive,” Art tacks in. When the redhead finally sets his drink onto the table, it’s half-nursed. He snorts, luring a scowl from the Irishman diagonal to him, “You’ve got the bedside prowess of a drunk magician.”’

“Pick a card, any card,” Harry drawls dramatically, stretching his arm out in a display of theatrical mystique, only able to stifle the full extent of his dimples with the drink he takes after the deadpan punchline, “Now, open your mouth.” 

Unlike the rest of the table, Niall doesn’t seem to bask in the same mirth. A ruddy smear inches over the bridge of his nose, speckling his cheeks, and dusts the tips of his ears as his friends cackle. 

“Where would you have done it, then?” the Irishman counters irately, once more focusing his inquiry onto the curly-haired brunette across from him, who seems to have taken the lead role in the ribbing. 

Harry muscles down his laughter, schooling his expression into something more sober and casual, “Where would I have done it?”

Niall bobs his head firmly, the edges of his lips downturned in lingering childish offense, “You get a link to an aggressive porno with a text tied to it that says ‘I want this.’ Where are you spitting?”

Although the answer (common sense, in Harry’s opinion) rests on the tip of his tongue like a ready swimmer on a diving board, he bats his lashes at his friend in mocking innocence, “I wouldn’t degrade a woman like that. I’m a good boy.”

“Oh, cut the shit,” Niall scoffs, his face screwing, “You basically degrade women as a hobby and document it. You’re a sick freak.”

“Consensually,” Harry stresses over the breathless wheeze of laughter that surfaces from the stool beside him, pausing for effect, “Which is the key here, young Niall. And I’ve already, basically given you the answer, haven’t I? If she asks for it, as in, she says ‘I’d like you to spit on me,’ well then, …mouth’s nice.” He shrugs nonchalantly, and a slow-seeping, seedy kind of grin trickles over his lips at the thought, “I’ve got a soft spot for the lower back, too, though. Feels a bit like writing your name in the snow.” With all-seriousness, now (interlaced, of course, with pitying concern that’s meant to condescend), he blinks, shaking his head slowly, “But, mate, I think she just wanted you to pull her hair a bit.”

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☘︎ HE WAS A SKATER BOY, SHE SAID 'SEE YOU LATER, BOY!' ୧ featuring : multiple characters

୧ ׅ 𝙳ear readers ⊹ ۫ . 🕯️ ♡ ׂ  ۪ ੭ lololol. this was acc what me & my ex situationship did once. yes. i wrote it in my diary( lol it's like exposing my diary ). yes i was stupid. yes i don't wanna talk about it. yes it was casual. oo, putangina. oh &&&& thanking @yintous for helping me with the characters !! sending you thousands of xoxo & more !! mwa mwa. + idk if the list is accurate,, but if the characters r accurate,, it's yin. kasi it's YIN. vi ur filo side is showing

"never stepping on that little shit ever again."

he snorts at your attempt to grab his arm before he finally holds yours, his other hand slipping around your waist.

"you didn’t even move yet."

so what if you were still in the same spot you were five minutes ago? you definitely felt something shift.

"shut up. it was like the world was rotating." you reply, holding onto his shirt like you're on a plane about to crash, and he's your favorite celebrity, making you think hey, i might be dying━━but at least i got to hold the love of my life. ( he is the love of your life. but it's different. )

"last time i checked, my science teacher said the world does spin." he says, amused by this dramatic situation you two are in.

you look at him, deadpan. the ‘i’m-about-to-die-here-and-you’re-trying-to-be-the-nerd-meme?’ look. the ‘im-gonna-die-a-virgin-noooo’ look.

and after months of dating you, he knows exactly what your eyes are saying. deadass knows. he sighs, "you're not gonna die. even if you did━━which you won’t━━the angels and jesus himself would meet me at the gates and beg them to bring you back because i still need to marry you."

"you're cringe." but it does make you feel a little less terrified... still terrified, but less. but terrified nonetheless. still less. and still terrified. "and stupid."

"yeah, very stupid. which is why i can't let you die. what if i cry over an ai video because it’s that superman cat cheating on the other cat?" he asks, moving his hand off your waist to place it on your back.

"yeah, the elsa one. i’m glad i grew up watching those jelsa or hiccup x elsa or the love triangle between elsa, jack frost, and hiccup animations. that was worth crying over━━" he gives you a small push, making the skateboard wobble slightly. god, if you weren't scared out of your mind, you'd have slapped the fuck out of his face. but no. instead, both your arms instantly wrap around his neck.

why his neck? because if anyone’s breaking something, it’s gonna be him. sacrifices must be made.

"you━━don’t push me!"

"you're not gonna get hurt. and you’re definitely not gonna die," he reassures, adding, "and if you do fall, your mitsuki koga inspired outfit will get ruined."

yeah, and we( you ) definitely don't want that.

you let out a fake cry, "let’s just get this stupid shit over with already."

he laughs, "atta girl." and honestly, that makes your stomach do flips.

you nod, your arms shifting as you go from holding onto him to holding his hand. slow, tiny, kind of dangerous and terrifying. the skateboard starts moving, and you can feel the wheels spin. you hear them, too. his hands are warm. soft.

"you think you can do it on your own?" he asks, looking at you like he’s afraid you’ll fall. please don’t let go.

"...yeah."

he lets go, and suddenly, the skateboard speeds up, no longer being balanced by him. you don’t panic. you just focus on balancing, praying you don’t eat shit. after what feels like forever, you reach a bump, and the skateboard stops.

"holy shit, did you see that? i made it super far this time!"

"that was good!" he replies, walking over with a proud grin, kneeling to grab the skateboard.

once he has it, he looks at you for a second before grabbing your arm and leading you to the nearest bench, making you sit down.

"does your feet hurt?" he asks, setting the skateboard aside, his eyes scanning you for any signs of discomfort.

"no."

"okay, good." then he sits down next to you and hands you a water bottle, knowing you look like you need it after all that stress.

you take it, opening the cap and gulping it down. honestly, it was kinda fun by the end. you put the bottle down ( after sealing the cap ) and look him dead in the eyes.

"how’d you know my outfit was inspired by mitsuki koga?" of course, you had to ask.

"you talk about the manga every day. i’m just praying no one else with a koga or aya vibe will steal you away from me.”

like you said. cringe.

skater au! bachira meguru, bllk tsukishima kei, nishinoya yu, tanaka ryunosuke, kuroo tetsuro, hinata shoyo, hq kojiro nanjo, reki kyan, sk8 hanta sero, kaminari denki, hawks, bnha / mha itadori yuuji, jjk writh madl, mashle death the kid, soul eater suo hayato, togame jo, wbk michael townsend, the naturals tim drake, dc + ur fav characters / anyone who fits the scenario ! ( translate : idk who else to add lol )

p.s ━━ ❪ all rights reserved to cherrycrvsh. these works cannot be reposted, translated, or modified. mwah ! ❫

[greenwitchfromthewoods]

"I fucking love you, okay?! I don't want to, but I do." Javier Peña

Angry Confessions ❤️‍😠

bio : this story is part of the Angry Confessions series (you can still be a part of it)

requested by : @lover-of-books-and-tea thank you!

warnings: angst, fuck buddies, jealousy, alcohol, one girl, fight, tears

He wasn't husband material, barely boyfriend material. But as a sex buddy - Javier Peña was perfect. However, things didn't go your way and fate decided to laugh at you.

The first time you felt this strange feeling was when he complimented the nails of the new girl who started working a few desks away. Nothing special, you gritted your teeth and simply decided to ignore it.

The second time he didn't show up at your place, even though he promised. You drank a bottle of wine by yourself, honestly hating yourself for how disappointed you were and how much you wanted Javier to show up.

It was just sex, nothing more. He didn't promise you anything and you never expected it. However, being in Colombia, working and being alone made people stick to each other, and you came across Peña. Did he take advantage of that? Maybe. But you were also an adult and you decided on such an arrangement.

Quick sex, when adrenaline was pumping through your veins and you had to stop thinking, or when the day was really hard. A sweet and lazy morning in bed, when he woke up next to you. Sometimes in the car, or in some closed office.

"You're just perfect, hermosa..." he whispered, pounding into you with all his might, and you tightened your fingers around his broad shoulders.

And there you were. In one of the bars, with a drink in your hand and your gaze fixed on the girl on the other side. Peña was standing right next to her, wrapping her long locks of hair around his finger and smiling like he did many times in your direction. God! You hated him so much.

He must have sensed you, because he looked your way. He kissed the girl's hand, then walked over to you with lazy steps.

“Well, hello hermosa.” he greeted, leaning against the bar next to you. “I didn’t expect you here.”

“I noticed you already had company. I didn’t want to intrude.” You replied, taking a sip of your drink.

“You could always intrude.” His dark eyes slowly raked over your body. Shivers ran down your spine at the sight, it was sickening. “Maybe I should keep you company, huh? Or maybe you’d prefer I get a bottle and we could…”

“No.”

Your response was a shot, and Peña stopped mid-sentence. The smile disappeared from his face. He glanced around the bar.

“You didn’t come with anyone, did you?” he asked, leaning slightly toward you.

“Would you care? I think you were busy with someone.”

Javier glanced at the girl who was still standing where he left her, but his gaze quickly returned to you. “You’re the brightest diamond here, hermosa.”

You rolled your eyes. The alcohol only made your frustration, which had been building up in you for a dozen or so days, grow to enormous proportions. At that moment, you hated everything about him, from his raven hair to the tips of his shoes. Javier Peña was the sin you committed most often and for your own good, you should have stopped.

You didn’t answer. You grabbed your bag and quickly headed for the exit. But you should have known that Peña didn’t give up that easily. He was like a wolf hunting a lamb, and just outside the door you felt, in addition to the fresh air, his hand tighten on your shoulder.

“What’s that supposed to mean, hermosa?” he whispered in your ear. “You’re not jealous, are you?”

You looked at him defiantly. “I don’t have anyone I could be jealous of.” you replied.

“I think otherwise.” he smiled slyly. “You’re always so mad when you see me with someone else, and then we have amazing sex. That’s where this is going, right? You need me. Does she need me too?”

You wanted to punch him in the face. But at the same time, you felt like his words were hitting exactly where they were supposed to. You were dependent on him, he knew that perfectly well.

“You know, baby, you’re my favorite. I love teasing you, because then you turn into such a furious kitten.” His hand ran down your back, a shiver running through it. “I can feel it. You smell of desire... I can smell her all the way here.”

But then he saw it, the change in your eyes that made his heart stop for a moment. Tears were glistening, and you were looking at him in a way that made Javier feel like a fool.

“Fuck, I can’t believe I let you into my bed, Peña.” you hissed quietly. “I was so stupid…”

“What are you talking about?” he wondered. “We both wanted this, right? I didn’t force you to do anything.”

“I was just... stupid and naive.” you mumbled. You pulled away and Javier let go of you, watching you closely.

He didn't understand much. You were one of the closest people to him in the office. Yes, you had slept together. No, you hadn't talked about a relationship or feelings, but he thought that wasn't really what you expected. You knew what he was like. The office gossip was loud enough to get through to you, and you weren't stupid. Besides... You were out of his league. He was already lucky to have gotten to this point with you.

"What's gotten into you?" he asked a little louder, since you were already a few steps away from him, clearly heading home.

You stopped and turned to him. "Excuse me?"

"You've been walking around like crazy for the past few days. And when I get close, you're ready to sting me." He put his hands on his hips, watching you carefully. “What got into you, hermosa? I thought we were-”

“Fuck, I love you, okay?! I don’t want to, but I do.” You blurted out, blushing. “And I hate myself for how I feel when I look at you and those… those girls… Because I know I’m one of them.”

Javier’s eyes widened in understanding. He quickly rubbed his hand over his mouth, feeling his heart speed up. “This is a really bad idea, hermosa…” he finally said, “You know that-”

“I know.” You cut him off, “That’s why I’m mad.”

Javier looked around and slowly walked over to you. You felt so bad you just wanted to disappear. But when he spoke, God, you wanted to die.

“I’m not the guy who’s going to give you what you deserve, hermosa.” he said, “I’m sorry, but… You deserve better.”

You quickly wiped away a tear that rolled down your cheek. Your ears were ringing. "I know that perfectly well, Peña." You snorted. "That's why I'm not even asking you for anything. Just... foranget I said all that."

He knew he wouldn't forget, but he nodded. A moment later, he was watching your silhouette as you disappeared into the crowd of people, and he was still standing like an idiot where you left him.

This wasn't supposed to happen like this. He had screwed up.