#jacob’s drunk again

[littlemisswrath9]

Made this after 3 glasses of wine but I can def see Jacob writing this shit lmaoo

[thebleedingeffect]

Thinking about Arno again and just how rarely he smiles or laughs once the plot of the game begins and it just makes me want to lay down and cry. He's still very much his sassy, attitude filled self, but there's a definite somberness that he carries with him at all times that seems to stop him from letting himself feel any sort of happiness or joy. In the game, besides the intro part, the only times he ever smiles is when he's with Elise, but afterward? After she dies? There's an even heavier veil of sorrow around him that's just so incredibly heartbreaking because he's so guilt and grief ridden :(((

It just makes me look at Arno like... I wanna help my guy... I wanna make him feel better .... can you please smile and laugh again please please please please-

[allbark-no-bite]

things friends do.

felix catton x reader (wc: 3.1k)

summary: things friends do include but are not limited to: sleeping in each other’s bed, kissing, sharing beer, fucking each other

warnings: 18+ smut, unprotected sex

author’s note: y’all i have refused to believe that jacob elordi was attractive but saltburn did me in

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You were not in love with Felix Catton.

And Felix Catton was not in love with you.

He was a lover boy, but he was not your lover boy.

The thing about Felix was that he had just about everyone at his disposal. Girls, guys, it didn't matter. Everything belonged to him so long as he wanted it. But it didn't feel that way. You never felt as though you were owned by him. It was just that he was Felix and who didn't want to belong to him?

Of course 'just friends' didn't constantly have their hands all over each other, didn't sleep in each other's bed or see each other inappropriately naked. And 'just friends' definitely didn't kiss each other on the mouth.

But this was Felix.

Not Oliver, or Farleigh, or Veneita. Felix.

—

The party is so electric that you're not sure if it's the music or your own erratic heartbeat thumping in your ears. The place is so packed that at some point the entire bar had become part of the main dance floor in order to accommodate for the dizzying array of overheated, intoxicated bodies moving this way and that. Blue light illuminates the otherwise dark room. Flashes of neon green splash across swaying bodies, highlighting dancers as they navigate the floor.

To no one's surprise, Felix is in the center of it all. He'd gravitated towards the pole in the middle of the room like a magnet and had taken to it to pay his dues, his slender body rolling to the music with all of his typical charisma.

After a few beers, you're pleasantly buzzed, but you'll probably be toeing the line once you finish the fourth in your hand. Felix is well on his way to a monster hangover, one that he'll sleep off on the floor of your dorm room. Farleigh is right behind him, likely just as intoxicated, but with him you could never tell. Farleigh was always the same catty bitch no matter how drunk or sober he was. You loved him, but he was a bitch.

A heavy weight suddenly staggers upon your shoulders, and you groan against the weight, both you and Felix swaying dangerously to the side as he throws his arm around you. Usually this wouldn't work because he's so ridiculously tall but the alcohol had made him a little less coordinated than usual and he's slouched down to closer to your height. Beer sloshes over the rim of his plastic cup and splashes onto the floor at your feet.

"Having fun, darling?" he asks, half shouting in your ear to be heard over the music.

"Always," you laugh, though it's mostly directed at him.

His skin is clammy with sweat and his breath is coated with the familiar, yeasty smell of beer. "Where's Farleigh?" Felix doesn't even wait for your response before he's shouting for him. "Ay! Farleigh!" There's a cigarette pinched between two fingers of the same hand that's holding onto his cup, and he raises it to get his friend's attention.

His arm still around you, you dodge the spilling liquid heading for your feet. "Felix! Felix, careful!" you scold him, still laughing, so the smile doesn't disappear from his face.

In an attempt to solve the problem, he leans forward and starts to swallow back the remainder of the beer in his cup. He must underestimate just how much he had left to go because it starts to escape past the sides of his mouth, dripping past his jaw and down the front of his open shirt.

You shriek again. "Felix!"

Laughing, he pulls the cup away and brings it towards you. Before you can protest, he's tipping it back into your mouth. He leaves you no choice but to swallow it or wear it across the front of your shirt so you do your best to drink the remaining beer, more nursing from the cup than gulping as Felix was.

It leaves your lips and chin wet, and before you can wipe the excess beer away, Felix does it himself, somewhat roughly dragging his thumb under your lip. He then sucks the digit into his mouth, hardly thinking twice about it. It would have been erotic with anyone else. But this was everyday with Felix. It would have been weird if you hadn't chugged the backwash of his beer.

His attention is just as quickly drug from you to Farleigh. You hadn't noticed the other boy approaching. He gives you a wicked smile, a look in his eyes like he wants to say something but refrains. You tilt your head, prepared to ask him what his mischievous look is all about but Felix interrupts you.

"Farleigh, mate," Felix begins still hugging you close. "The girls are looking a bit bored. What do ya think?"

Across the room, India and Annabel are sitting on a couch together. The piece of furniture itself has certainly seen better days, torn and stained with bodily fluids of varying levels of disgusting. There's a guy with his arm slung around India, but for all she's paying attention to him, he might as well not exist. She's drinking from a bottle of champagne and couldn't look less interested in him.

Farleigh's eyes track from you to Felix, as though making some sort of connection, then he smiles cheshire-like. "Oh yeah, mate. You know, I do think India was actually looking for you earlier." His sinister brown eyes lock with yours, as if waiting for you to object. "Why don't you go put her out of her misery. (Y/n) and I will go busy ourselves at the bar."

Felix grins crookedly, nothing but honest fun shining in his blown pupils. "I will see you two later."

He straightens but not before twisting his neck, body still plastered to yours, and he plants a sloppy kiss to the side of your mouth. His lips taste like beer and nicotine. It's not really even a kiss, just a lack of coordination on Felix's part that he didn't catch your cheek. If Farleigh hadn't been trying to start something in the first place, you wouldn't have even thought twice about it.

It's not the first time Felix has kissed you. Hell, he's probably even kissed Farleigh at some point. Maybe not on the mouth because they were cousins, but that's besides the point. Friends kissed each other all the time. This wasn't anything new.

As Felix removes himself from you, his tall figure walking over to grab India's hand and lead her from the couch, the guy who had been flirting with her for the past hour glaring after them, you level your stare with Farleigh's. "What's that look about?"

Farleigh crosses his arms, looking as full of himself as ever, and rolls his eyes. He really was a bitch sometimes. "Fuck the friend code and fuck him already. You know you want to."

It's your turn to roll your eyes. "I don't want to fuck him, Farleigh."

You don't. Things just weren't like that between you and Felix. Sure, maybe there had been a few occasions where you'd sucked him off and he'd done the same for you in return but that was all purely situational. There were no feelings attached. Just two friends who were close enough to do that kind of thing without it being weird.

Farleigh just scoffs at your ignorance, pushing past you with his shoulder to head over to the bar. "Just like sweet little Ollie doesn't want to fuck him? Please, neither of you look at him all that different."

"Everyone looks at him like that," you argue. "He's Felix."

"No, everyone looks at him like they want his dick in their mouth. You look at him like you'd let him do absolutely anything he fucking wants to you. And honestly, (Y/n), it's kinda sad." He says the last part with faux pity, his voice demeaning.

You scowl at him as he turns back around and walks over to the bar.

Fuck Farleigh. You did not want to fuck Felix.

And fuck him for putting the thought in your head.

—

It's nearing two am by the time you remove yourself from the bar. You're no more intoxicated than you were earlier, having cut yourself off after chugging the last of Felix's drink, but you weren't particularly keen on walking in on Felix and India after tonight so you'd resigned yourself to sitting on a barstool for the remainder of the night.

You keep telling yourself that you weren't bothered by him having sex with her, but Farleigh had put the thought in your head and it wouldn't leave.

Of course you liked Felix. Who didn't like Felix? But did you want to sleep with him? No.

Maybe.

It wasn't like he wouldn't do it if you asked. But Felix would have sex with anything that walked. And you weren't India. You were his best friend. And no matter now many times you two had pushed the line of being just friends, having sex with him would completely ruin the line all together. And then what? There nowhere to go after you start dating your best friend. If it crashes and burns it's game over. And with Felix, that was a guarantee.

You pass India going opposite of you down the hall. One of the straps of her dress is hanging off her shoulder, bedazzled high heels in her hands as she struggles to slip them back on. There's a dark purple hickey at the junction of her throat and collarbone and another lighter one above her breast. You don't say anything to her, just push past her into Felix's dorm.

He's sprawled out across the top of the bed that he never makes, shirtless and only a pair of flimsy boxers to cover his bareness. His head rolls towards you, cigarette between his lips.

"Hey," he greets, smoke spilling from his mouth. "You have a good time with Farleigh?"

You pick your way through the disaster of his room, stepping around empty boxes of pizza and abandoned articles of clothing until you find something that looks wearable. You unzip your dress, only half turned away from him as you pull on one of his shirts. He's seen you naked before and so your ass and the side of your boobs is hardly scandalous to him.

"Farleigh is an ass," you retort, crawling onto his mattress to settle into the empty space at his side. It's without a doubt the same space that India had been just a few minutes before.

Felix frowns, the piercing his brow moving downwards with the expression. "What's he said to you?" His tone is concerned because he knows how his cousin can be.

You just sigh in response, shifting into a more comfortable position at his side. Felix takes another drag of his cigarette while he waits for your response. Farleighs words run through your head again.

"Why haven't we had sex?"

He actually laughs at that one, sitting up on one of his elbows so that he can see you better. The shag of his dark brunette hair hangs over his forehead as he looks down at you. "Do you want to have sex?"

While his tone is amused and humorous, you know he's genuinely asking. Felix would never make fun of you for that kind of thing.

You shrug, looking up into his bemused brown eyes. "I don't know. Maybe?"

This conversation shouldn't be as casual as you're making it out to be, and maybe it wouldn't have been with anyone else, but this is Felix. He's your best friend.

Slowly, he leans down and places a kiss on your lips. It's fairly brief, hardly even long enough for you to kiss him back before he's pulling away. "Then let's have sex," he says, and it's as simple as that.

Felix leans down again, connecting your mouths. Without breaking the kiss, he shifts from where he'd been laying beside you to bracket your hips with his knees. His long fingers find the buttons of his shirt that you just put on and begin to unbutton them, his hands sliding down your sides until you're squirming.

"Felix," you whine, already short of breath from his touch.

"Relax, baby. I've got you," he murmurs into your mouth, sliding one of his hands into your hair, the blunt of his nails scraping against your scalp. It gives him enough purchase to tip your head back and expose your neck to his unrelenting mouth. The hot heat of his mouth pants against the underside of your jaw, the wet muscle of his tongue laving along your throat.

His other hand slides down your hip, then your thigh before coming to your panties. You have to force yourself not to squirm away in anticipation. Thankfully, Felix isn't a tease and he uses two of his fingers to pull your panties to the side. You do, however, jump when he slides them into your slick hole without any hesitation.

The bastard snickers against your throat. "Sorry," he apologizes, kissing apologetically at your jaw. "I guess I should have warned you."

All you can do is huff, your fingers tugging at his tangle of brown hair. He grins at your inability to respond before kissing your mouth again. He swallows the noise that escapes you when he curls his fingers and your back arches off of the bed. He does it again, this time scissoring them to stretch your hole. The burn is more pleasurable than uncomfortable, but it leaves you gasping into his open mouth.

Just when you think that's all he has to offer with his fingers, they somehow slip even further, hitting some part deep inside of you that you didn't even know existed. He curls them and you actually cry out, your knees knocking at his hips to push him away.

"I know, I know," he soothes, using the broadness of his shoulders to keep your legs in place. Felix curls his fingers into your smooth walls a few more times, his thumb circling your clit until you swear you can't take anymore. It's torture, the length of his two fingers inside of you.

Finally, he pulls them away before you can actually start crying. Your arousal coats his long fingers and drips down his wrist, glistening in the darkness of his room. Felix's brown eyes hold yours as he sticks them into his mouth, refusing to look away even as his tongue dips between them. You can barley swallow the spit in your mouth.

Felix grins, leaning down to kiss you. Even if you hadn't wanted to taste yourself on his lips, he doesn't give you much of a choice, his tongue dipping into your mouth. He moans, and it's quite possibly the hottest thing you've ever heard.

Then he's disconnecting your mouths to slide down his boxers. His hard cock bobs free, brushing against the lean planes of his stomach. You've seen Felix's dick before. It's no surprise to you how large he is— incredibly long with a perfectly mushroomed tip— but you've never had to think about it actually going inside of you.

His hand catches your jaw, forcing you to look at his face. There must have been flash of fear in your eyes because he murmurs sweetly, "Look at my face, okay? I want to see you."

You nod as best you can in his hold.

You're not sure if it's on purpose or not but he misses the first try, his cock sliding through your slick and nudging at your clit. Your whole body jolts but his hand at your throat holds you in place.

The second time, his mushroomed head catches at your hole and he slips in, meeting little resistance. He slides in only another inch or so before stopping, his cock already snug inside of you. You whine when he tries to push in further.

Felix kind of laughs, his hand reaching down to circle his thumb at your clit. "M'sorry, baby. You're so tight. Just give me a second."

You swallow, willing back tears. It's not that it hurts, not really, just the fact that he feels so good and you want him inside of you.

Without warning, his hand splays across your stomach and he uses the leverage to push further inside of you. This time your muscles relax enough around him and he slides all the way in.

You moan at the feel of him entirely inside of you.

“There we go,” he groans, the muscles of his abdomen contracting as he holds himself up. Now fully inside of you, he begins rocking his hips, his dick hitting that spongey spot inside of you with every thrust. Felix is breathing heavily into your ear, the squelching of him sliding in and out of you the only other sound in the room.

Soon Felix hits a spot inside of you that makes your toes curl and almost immediately you’re coming, clenching around him as you do so.

“Fuck,” he whispers. Felix thrusts into you a few more times before pulling out just before he can come inside of you. He spills partially onto the bed and partially onto your stomach. When he’s finished, he holds himself up over you avoiding his own release leaking onto you stomach.

When his eyes find yours, he grins, that signature crooked smile appearing onto his face. You can’t help but laugh, your head falling back into the pillow. Felix laughs too. Not because he particularly knows what’s so funny but because you’re laughing.

You’re laughing and he loves you.

He leans over grabbing a tissue from the box beside his bed and wipes you off as best as he can before tossing it onto the floor and laying back down beside you, an arm behind his head You rest your head on his other arm, scooting in closer to his side.

“Are we going to talk about this?” he asks, looking down at you.

You smile to yourself, watching his toes nudge yours instead of looking back at him. “About what?”

“(Y/n), we’ve been friends since grade school and probably kissed a million times.”

Eventually you look up at him, doing your best to not look so sheepish. “Farleigh told me I was worse than Oliver. Can you believe that?”

Felix scoff, his fingers scratching through your hair. “I wouldn’t fuck Oliver.”

You scoff, rolling your eyes playfully at him. “Yeah you would.”

Felix barks out a laugh. “Yeah, I would,” he agrees.

[rafecameronssl4t]

Frat president || Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

Summary: Unlike Rafe, you managed to balance your responsibilities as Sorority President with your personal life and relationships, something he just couldn’t seem to get right.

Warnings: angst!!!

Word count: 1,973

A/n: first time writing frat boy!rafe lmk if you wanna see more

MASTERLIST (frat boy!rafe x reader au masterlist)

divider by @h-aewo

The room was dimly lit, the golden glow from the bedside lamp casting soft shadows across the bed. You and Rafe lay tangled together under the sheets, the air thick with the heat of the moment. His hand slid across your bare skin, leaving a trail of warmth wherever he touched. His lips found yours again, hungry and urgent, as though he had been waiting for this all day—between the calls, the meetings, the endless chaos that came with being the frat president.

"Missed you," he muttered against your mouth, his breath hot and heavy, his body pressing into yours. You smiled into the kiss, knowing he meant it. Rafe was always busy, always handling something, but when he was with you, it was like the world faded away. His hands cupped your face, his thumb brushing your cheek tenderly, a stark contrast to the heat of the moment.

You arched your body against his, feeling that familiar warmth between you, the kind of intimacy that only you two shared. But just as things were getting more intense, the worst sound shattered the mood—the loud buzzing of his phone vibrating against the nightstand. Rafe paused, pulling away just enough to glance at the screen. His eyes flickered with annoyance but also duty, and you knew what was coming.

"Don't," you whispered, your voice soft but pleading, fingers on his jaw to keep him focused on you. "Just a second," Rafe muttered, "it’s the guys." You groaned and sat up, wrapping the sheet around your body. "Of course it is." Rafe pressed the phone to his ear, ignoring your frustration as he answered, his tone switching from soft and intimate to authoritative. "Yeah, what's up?" His voice was commanding, the kind of tone that always came out when he dealt with frat business.

You leaned back against the pillows, pulling the sheets over your chest, watching as he got up from the bed, pacing the room like he was in some kind of frat office rather than your bedroom. You watched Rafe’s broad back as he paced across the floor, the low murmur of his voice carrying on a conversation that had nothing to do with you. Every word, every command he gave over the phone to one of his frat brothers only added to the frustration bubbling inside you.

His hand ran through his messy hair as he listened to whoever was on the other end, barking orders and sounding like a leader—like the Rafe everyone else knew. But that wasn’t the Rafe you wanted right now. "Seriously?" Rafe’s voice cut through the air, frustration dripping from his words as he dealt with yet another frat-related crisis. "No, tell him if he doesn't fix it, I'm pulling him from the party this weekend."

You sighed, rolling your eyes as you tugged the blanket tighter around you. This wasn’t how the night was supposed to go. You knew he had responsibilities, but this was supposed to be your time. His phone calls could’ve waited, just this once. But no, everything else always seemed to come first—the frat boys, the parties, the constant drama. It was like you were sharing him with the entire fraternity.

"I said, handle it. No—no, Jacob. I was clear about what you needed to do. Get it fixed, or both of you are looking at probation." Rafe’s voice was cold, sharp as a blade. He paused for a second, then scoffed bitterly. "I don’t care if he was drunk. I don’t give a damn about excuses—just get it done." Rafe snapped into the phone, his voice hard and distant, like he wasn’t the same guy who had just whispered how much he missed you.

You had felt so close to him just minutes ago, tangled in the sheets, his hands on your skin, making you forget everything. You thought tonight would be different, that for once, you could have him all to yourself. The warmth of his touch and the closeness you’d shared felt like a cruel joke now, as you sat alone on the bed, waiting while he dealt with something that wasn’t you.

You stated at the ceiling as his voice grated on your nerves. The anger was bubbling up faster now, impossible to ignore. The thought of being second to his frat boys made your heart ache, but it was more than that. It was the growing realisation that maybe, you’d always be second. Always waiting for him to put you first.

After a few more minutes of listening to Rafe handle the situation, you had enough. "Rafe," you said, your voice sharp as you interrupted him mid-sentence. He glanced over at you, his expression apologetic but still distracted. "Hang on, babe." That set you off. "No, you hang on. You’ve been on that phone for ten minutes. This was supposed to be our time. Remember?" Rafe sighed, covering the phone's speaker with his hand as he turned toward you. "I know, I’m sorry. This is important."

"And I’m not?" you shot back, feeling the sting of his divided attention. Rafe blinked, clearly caught off guard by your words. "That’s not what I’m saying." "Sure feels like it," you muttered, turning away from him as you pulled the blanket over your shoulders. You felt the weight of your words settle between you both, a heavy tension replacing the heat from earlier.

Rafe exhaled loudly, covering the phone with his hand. "Babe, I’m handling it. Just give me a second." "That’s the problem, Rafe," you snapped, the anger flaring as you sat up, the blanket falling away from you. "It’s always 'just a second' with you. Always something more important than me. I thought this time would be different."

Rafe ran a hand through his hair, clearly irritated now. "It’s not like I want to deal with this shit right now, alright? But I’m the president. If I don’t fix these fucking problems, who will?" You shook your head, hurt and anger swirling in your chest. “I get it, Rafe. I know how much responsibility comes with being a president. Believe me, I have my own duties as sorority president. But I’ve learned to separate those responsibilities from my personal life, from us. Something you clearly can’t seem to get a grip on.”

Rafe’s face flushed with frustration. “You think I don’t care about us? You think I’m choosing the frat over you?” Rafe turned fully toward you now, his phone still in his hand but on mute, his voice was a strained mix of anger and desperation. "Of course I care about you. But this is my responsibility. You knew what you were getting into when we got together." "Did I?" you shot back, your voice shaking. "Because I don’t remember signing up to be treated like an afterthought every time someone screws up at a party!"

He rolled his eyes, frustration mounting. "Okay, now you're just overreacting." "Overreacting?" you repeated, the word hanging between you like an accusation. "No, Rafe. I’m tired. Tired of always competing with your frat, tired of feeling like I’m just here when it’s convenient for you. What kind of shitty relationship is this?" He looked at you, and for a second, something flickered in his eyes. Guilt, maybe.

But just as quickly, it was gone, replaced with the same stone-cold exterior he always put up when things got too real. "What the fuck do you want me to do then?" he asked, his voice strained. "I can’t just drop everything for you every time you feel insecure about this." His words hit you like a punch to the gut, and you felt the sting behind your eyes, but you refused to let him see you cry.

"Insecure?" you repeated, your voice barely above a whisper. "That’s what you think this is? That I’m just… insecure?" "That’s not what I meant," Rafe said quickly, but the damage was done. You stared at him, your heart aching in a way that felt all too familiar now. It was always the same with him. Every time you tried to open up, to let him know how much this was hurting you, he brushed it off, made it seem like you were the problem.

You stood from the bed, grabbing your clothes from the floor and quickly pulling them on. Rafe’s eyes widened in confusion as you started dressing. "What are you doing?" he asked, stepping closer. "I’m leaving," you replied coldly, buttoning up your shirt. "I'm not doing this tonight." Rafe stood by the bed, his expression torn between irritation and confusion as he watched you. “Are you seriously leaving because of one phone call?” he asked, his voice low and almost pleading.

“Of course not, Rafe,” you said, your voice trembling with everything you’d held back for so long. “I’m leaving because I can’t keep feeling like I don’t matter to you. Not anymore.” Rafe's jaw tightened as he crossed the room, his frustration bubbling to the surface. “You know how this is, you’re a sorority president. You of all people should know how much responsibility comes with it. You can’t just walk away every time something comes up."

You paused at the door, turning to face him, anger flashing in your eyes. “Yeah, I do know. I know exactly what it’s like to balance responsibilities, Rafe. But I also know how to separate my personal life from it, something you can't ever seem to learn." Rafe stared at you, his hands clenched at his sides as he tried to find the right words. “That’s not fair,” he muttered. “You’re acting like I’m choosing this over you.”

“Aren’t you?” you shot back, your voice cold. “Every time we’re together, it’s like you’re half here, half thinking about what the guys are doing, what crisis you have to fix next. I get it, you have responsibilities, but that shouldn’t mean I have to come second all the time." His mouth opened to respond, but nothing came out. He looked at you, the guilt flickering in his eyes, but still, no words that would make a difference.

The air between you both felt thick, heavy with all the things left unsaid for far too long. "Do you even realise how many times I’ve put everything on hold for you?" Your voice cracked, the hurt finally breaking through. “How many times I’ve chosen us over my responsibilities, over everything else? I’ve never made you feel like you were second, Rafe. Not once.”

“I’m trying,” he said, his voice quieter now, like he was pleading with you to understand. “You know I am.” “Trying isn’t enough anymore.” Your heart ached as you said it, but you knew it was true. “I shouldn’t have to fight this hard just to feel like I matter to you.” Rafe’s face hardened, the guilt shifting into frustration. “So what, you just give up? Because I can’t drop everything for you in a second?”

Your laugh was bitter as you shook your head. “No, Rafe. I’m not asking you to drop everything. I’m asking you to care enough to make me feel like I’m part of your life, not just something you fit in when it’s convenient. But I guess that’s too much for you.” You turned toward the door again, your hand on the knob. This was it—the breaking point.

The moment where everything you’d been holding onto finally slipped through your fingers. “Wait.” His voice was softer now, almost desperate. You paused, just for a moment, waiting to see if he’d finally say what you needed to hear. But all you heard was the faint buzz of his phone vibrating again on in his hand. And just like that, the hope faded. Without another word, you walked out the door, not looking back.

[beeing1alive]

𐙚𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦, 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳...

ft. Sam Uley, Paul Lahote, Embry Call, Jacob Black

summary: your first sleepover together

warnings: none, fluffy

-Sam

I feel like it was definitely at your place, cause he didn't want you to see his dad coming home drunk out of his mind (this scenario is before he had his own cabin in the woods) So at first he tried to keep himself busy. Cooking dinner? Already on the stove. Cleaning up the kitchen afterwards? Done immediately. Making the couch more comfy for himself to sleep on it? He's already done before you could tell him that he's not gonna be sleeping on the couch. He gladly followed you like a puppy to your room and your bed. He'll hold you close all night, as if holding onto one of those dreams where you know you're dreaming but you really don't want to return to reality yet. That's what this had felt like to him. A dream too pleasant to be true.

-Paul

It was at his place after a study session where you tried to explain him some historical stuff for a history essay he had to write. Anyway, his parents were out that night, otherwise he wouldn't have invited you to his house in the first place. So eventually it got late and he insisted on having you staying for the night, cause it was "too dangerous" out there for someone as pretty as you. So, it wasn't even a scheduled sleepover but much more just you both falling asleep on eachother on the couch from exhaustion. It was a bit awkward in the morning, he desperately tried to keep his though guy exterior up but really he was genuinely happy. Happy that you stayed, happy that you feel safe around him.

-Embry

After a bonfire with the pack you both went to his place, it was still too early to leave eachother. So, you made yourself a nice snack and went to upstairs to his room. Time flew by and you ended up talking until way past after midnight. It was already clear that you're staying overnight, for both of you. And so you did. He gave you one of his hoodies (a fresh one, please give him plus points for that-) and even waited patiently until you were done showering off the smell of cold smoke from the fire earlier. The two of you fell asleep safe and soundly in each others embrace on his bed. But of course it's impossible that everything goes right for once, so his mom returned early from nightshift and found you both. She was delighted to see you both Embry rather less.

-Jacob

You were hanging out with him at his provisional garage behind Billy's house, watching him tinker around on his brand new investigation, an old car that his goal was to fix. Thankfully there was an old couch in the back of the garage so you lounged there, joking around with Jake while listening to a crappy old CD player playing the same three country songs over and over again. After a while you dozed off to the calming sound of the rain and the now rather familiar songs. The next thing you knew was your eyes struggling to adjust to the bright light that now floods the small room. At first you thought Jacob would've turned on the lights you didn't know existed in here, but he was nowhere to be seen. It took you a minute to realise the warmth behind you was coming from Jacobs muscular chest. He seemed to have curled up around you last night. After what felt like a thousand apologies from his side, it was finally clear that you both enjoyed it.

[cassiesc0rner]

Impurities VII

Synopsis: You're the new girl at East Highland High, your only goal is to get through school. Until you come across Nate Jacobs

Genre: smut, slight fluff, slight angst

Pairing: Nate x fem!reader

Warnings: manipulation, jealousy, consumption of alcohol,

(semi) drunk sex, p in v, choking, begging, edging, degradation, sexual frustration, multiple orgasm, Nate considering non-con impregnation, lmk if I missed anything!

Song rec: Slut me out - NLE Choppa | Get it sexyy - Sexyy Red | Gimme more - Britney Spears | Haunted - Beyonce

WC: +9,8k

Other parts: previous part, next part

A/N: Shout out to Montell Fish’s music for once again helping me write smut, and shout out again to 💿 anon <3. Guess what, I still can’t add links to my posts but you can still find my previous posts on my pinned post. :3

Needless to say, Nate succeeded in getting you drunk, and you clearly had the time of your life.

He was on his way to get you a new drink, when some girls from the cheer squad decided to talk to him. And once he got your drink and returned, you weren't sitting on the couch anymore.

Fuck.

He cursed under his breath, well aware that nothing awful could've happened to you in the span of two minutes. But the thought of you not being under his watch right now, made him feel uneasy.

Nate walked through the crowd, and due to him being taller than most of the guests he could look around with ease. Once he spotted you in one of the corners of the living room he took a deep breath.

It surprised him at first, when he caught you talking to a student you've never even dared to look at— Rachel, the school's top cheerleader and one of the    popular girls.

He wasn't sure how to feel about it.

Sure, he thought it was cute that you socialized way easier, and it was nice that you were hanging out with people he actually knew, but he didn't get you drunk just so you’d leave him to talk to other girls.

He got you drunk because he wanted to have you all to himself, and to have even more power over you than he already had.

Once Nate had seen enough of you and Rachel talking, he decided to join you two. He was tipsy as well, not drunk however since he had to keep his head clear in order to watch out for you.

Which he felt like didn't really work, since he had lost you for a moment.

After he reached the two of you, he slung his arm around your waist, startling you a little since you were so focused on talking to Rachel.

He locked eyes with you, as he stared you down. "Having fun?" his tone was laced with an undertone only Rachel and her friends seemed to pick up on.

"Yeah.. Rachel's really cool," you slurred, as you smiled up at him, to which he simply nodded "did you know–" Nate cut you off, not even paying attention to Rachel "Why don't you come with me for a sec?"

Rachel glanced between the two of you, as she stayed quiet. You sighed and rolled your eyes– something you didn't do a lot around Nate, but it annoyed him nonetheless.

"It was nice meeting you, I'll be back soon." you assured her, still smiling as you wandered off to the hallway with your boyfriend.

Once you two entered the dimly lit hallway, he sighed as he shoved you just slightly, before removing his grip from your arm "What were you doing?" he asked as he leaned down, eyeing you intensely.

You chuckled in confusion "Huh..? What do you mean?" you asked, still too far gone to realize he was being serious "I was just talking to Rachel, you never told me she's so nice. I wouldn't have been so scared of this whole party if I knew everyone's so chill."

Nate placed his hands on your waist as you smiled, blinking up at him. But despite loving it when you admired him, Nate's tone remained stern. "I don't like it when you wander off like that," he said, his eyes boring into yours "especially when you're drunk."

You giggled softly "I'm not drunk, Nate.. maybe a little tipsy. But I was just having fun, isn't that what parties are for?" you pouted. Nate sighs, before putting on a small smile "Yeah of course, but.. I'm just looking out for you. I was confused when you weren't sitting there anymore." he explained.

The alcohol in your system made everything feel way lighter and less serious, resulting in you also not taking Nate serious. "Nate, relax," You laughed, playfully patting his solid chest "I was just having fun it's not that serious." you brushed him off, unaware of the way his jaw clenched as he stared you down.

He clearly didn't find the situation 'funny' or 'not that serious’.

"Not that serious?" he repeated, his grip tightening slightly. "C'mon Nate, I was just talking to her, no need to get so possessive." You didn't realize how your lighthearted comments angered him more and more.

He closed his eyes, and took a deep breath in an attempt to calm down. You just smiled at him as your hand wandered from his chest to his cheek, which caused Nate to flinch just slightly "You're cute when you're jealous." you teased.

You stood on your tip toes, and pressed a kiss onto his other cheek "But seriously, I'm not going anywhere so relax a little." you added.

Nate was conflicted: on one side he loved how you tried to reassure him, but he was also angry, because you were too drunk to understand how serious this was for him.

Even though it was his fault you were drunk in the first place.

Suddenly, one of your favourite songs started blasting through the speakers, causing your eyes to widen as you looked at Nate. "We should totally dance I love that song!"

You quickly took his hand, almost dragging him after you, as you made your way back to the living room. Once you started dancing, Nate made sure to stay as close to you as physically possible.

He didn't really dance, he preferred watching you as you closed your eyes and got lost in the music. Your moves were slightly uncoordinated, but Nate still thought you looked incredibly sexy.

Your laughter filled the room as you continued to sway to the song. Nate’s hands were placed on your hips as he looked around from time to time, checking if anyone dared to look your way.

He definitely didn’t miss the way some guys looked at you, even if it was just for a split second. He couldn’t blame them of course, not when you looked so pretty, your energy seemed to captivate everyone else.

At some point you smiled up at him, oblivious to the darkness in his eyes “Come on, Nate!” you whined loudly, over the blasting music “Loosen up a little.”

“I am loose.” he grumbled, but the way his fingers dug into your skin told a different story. You playfully swung your arms around his neck, to pull him closer. “This is your party, you should enjoy it.” you pouted, as you thought back to all the things you did to make this day special.

“I am enjoying it, I enjoy watching you.” He reassured you, as he pulled you against him. You leaned back against his arms as you smirked up at him. “Really?” you asked, as your eyes wandered down to his lips. “I enjoy watching you, too..” you admitted.

Before Nate had the chance to respond, someone bumped into you, completely throwing you out of the moment. Nate shot a glare at the person, ready to snap at the guy, but you quickly reached up to cup his cheek, in an attempt to redirect his attention back to you.

“Hey, it’s okay,” You whispered, your thumb brushing over his warm cheek “I’m sure he didn’t do it on purpose..” He took a deep breath, nodding as his gaze slowly shifted back to you.

He was holding himself back so well in front of you, and you didn’t even notice it. You tried to pull him back into the moment, continuing to dance, but Nate had other plans. “I think you’re done dancing. Let’s get some more drinks.”

It sounded like a suggestion, like you had a choice, but Nate already dragged you back into the kitchen. He didn’t plan on staying much longer since he felt like a ticking time bomb, ready to explode if anyone else would piss him off in the slightest.

When you two reached the kitchen, Nate instantly retrieved two new cups from the counter as you leaned against it, your head leaned back as you closed your eyes.

He looked at you, wanting nothing more than to carry you to his car right away and take you home. But he controlled himself once again, despite his patience being almost non-existent.

He mixed you another drink, making sure to mask the amount of vodka with the juice you liked so much. Then he mixed himself another drink as well, before handing you your cup.

When he grabbed his own cup, he saw you what drinking large sips of your cup. “I love this juice soo much..” you mumbled before finishing your cup, causing Nate to look at you in awe. “Can I have one more?” you chuckled.

Nate nodded, taking a sip of his own drink before placing it back on the counter and mixing you a new one. He tried to hide his smirk as he handed you the cup again.

And just like before you took a few large sips, not emptying the cup this time. After Nate emptied his cup, you two started chatting about some of the guests, and it really only took you a few minutes before you closed your eyes and sighed.

“Jesus.. I feel funny.” you exhaled, feeling the room spin even more than before. You felt so light but so heavy at the same time. Nate frowned as you breathed heavily. “Are you alright?” he asked, as he placed a hand on your cheek.

You nodded before smiling again. “Everything’s fine..” you said, your speech even more slurred than before. “We should probably go home.” Nate offered, hoping you’d agree, but you just whined. “No, no, no… ‘s fine ‘m just… I jus’ need a moment.. Fuck.” you laughed.

Nate sighed, before he noticed someone entering the kitchen. It was Max, and he looked more than concerned when he noticed your current state: Your hair slightly disheveled, your body slumped against the counter and your eyes closed.

You were too far gone to even notice him coming in, despite the door being opened, causing the music to be louder for a moment. It surprised him that you were this drunk, since Nate was around you the entire night.

He probably knew you never got drunk in your life, so why wasn’t he paying more attention? “Woah, Y/n are you okay?” he asked, as he approached you two. You slowly opened your eyes blinking slowly “Max?” You asked as you tilted your head slightly.

He nodded, but before he could say something Nate stepped in “She’s fine, she just drank a bit too much.” Nate responded casually. “I think we’re gonna head home now.” He continued.

Max intervened, “I think you should drink some water first, and see if you need anything else.” Max was well aware that Nate wasn’t pleased with him being worried for his girlfriend, but with your current state he couldn’t really pay attention to what Nate wants.

He quickly prepared you a cup with water, handing it to you “Here you go.” he said, his voice gentle. Max also drank of course, but he never went overboard with it. Especially now since it was his place, he had to take care of the other guests.

“Thanks, Maxie.” you giggled before taking the cup and sipping from it, some of the water running down your chin since your moves were still uncoordinated.

Nate shot you a dangerous look, more than glad that you were about to leave soon.

‘Thanks, Maxie.’

‘Maxie’

He wanted to bash Max’s head in, and he didn’t even do anything. “Do you need anything else? Maybe something to eat? I think there’s still some pizza left from earlier–” Nate quickly interjected “She’s fine, don’t worry..” he said harshly “I’ve got it under control.”

Max ignored Nate’s glare and kept his focus on you. “Are you sure you’re okay, Y/n?” he asked softly, his brows furrowed. “If you’re not feeling well, you shouldn’t be moving around too much.”

You nodded lazily but Nate was done “I told you, she’s fine!” he snapped “We’re just gonna leave, she needs to calm down somewhere quiet, right baby?”

You nodded slowly, as if you needed to process every word. Max nodded too, knowing he won’t be able to convince him. “I can call you guys a cab if you want to.” he offered, but Nate immediately shook his head.

��That’s not necessary, I’ll drive us home.” he declared, his tone dangerous. Max swallowed harshly, unable to believe he’d put you in danger like this. He knew that Nate smoked and drank earlier, so why was he doing this?

Sure, he knew that Nate was reckless and drive even when he drank. But with you in the passenger seat?

He glanced back at you, still worried but also well aware that if he pushed any further, he’d have Nate’s fist printed onto his face. Your hand gripped Nate’s forearm for balance as you looked at Max “I’ll be fine, don’t worry..” you said as you smiled lazily at him.

“Thank you for everything, and the.. the water.” You said as you stumbled past him. “Sure, no problem. Get home safe.” he said before watching you two exit the kitchen.

Once you two were back in the living room, Nate leaned down before sternly saying “We’re leaving. And you’re not gonna talk to him again, you understand?”

You clearly didn't process the possessive edge to his voice, and you were too tired to argue with him, so you just nodded "Yes, sir." you giggled, as you leaned against him.

Nate’s grip on you tightened as he sighed in relief “Good girl.”

When you two left Max's house, the cool air hit you like a truck, which was a good think because you seemed to come to your senses again. Nate led you to his car, roughly opening the passenger door before helping you sit down.

You leaned back, breathing evenly as you waited for Nate to get in, completely forgetting to buckle up. Once he was inside, he shot you a glare "buckle up." he ordered, his voice so low that it took you a moment to process what he said.

You nervously fumbled with the seatbelt, and after a moment of struggling, Nate leaned over, his faces inches away from yours as he snapped it into place. You couldn't help but admire his face, the way his long lashes made him look so innocent from your current position.

"There, all set." he mumbled before pulling out of the driveway and onto the street. The world outside was blurry, the streetlights flashing by as Nate drove much faster than was safe.

But it excited you in a way.

Your head snapped towards him as he started speaking. "Do you have any idea how crazy it drives me, seeing other guys talk to you like that?" He admited, his jaw clenched.

He wanted to yell his frustration out, show you how angry he was at Max for not minding his own business, and at you for just letting him intervene. But he couldn't explode in front of you, not now, not when he still had plans for the night.

You shook your head in response. "I meant it earlier, when I said that you're mine. You're my everything, and it pisses me off, when people like Max make me feel like you're not.."

He clenched his jaw as he gripped the steering wheel. "I want to beat the shit out of him whenever he just fucking looks at you." He continued, before you interrupted him "Nate.. you're driving so fast.." you pointed out, which caused Nate to scoff "Are you scared?"

You slowly shook your head, not sure if you were telling the truth and neither was Nate, so he stepped on the gas pedal, causing you to gasp.

Nate however was having the time of his life, smiling as he raced through the streets. "Nate, s-slow down.." you pleaded.

"That's the first time I've ever heard you say that.." he teased, causing you to hide your face behind your hands. "Aw, Y/n come on," Nate cooed "I just wanna get you home fast." he added, as he slowed down a little bit.

You sighed in relief, before you nodded. His hand made its way to your cold thigh, squeezing it as his eyes were glued to the road.

He tried to ignore it, but he had problems focusing. Not only because you were next to him and he was impatient, but also because of the alcohol in his system.

Every once in a while when he'd mix you a new drink, he'd also pour himself a cup. Sure, he was nowhere near as drunk as you were, but he was definitely tipsy.

And the way you looked at him didn't make it any easier for him. When the car came to a stop at a red light, he glared at you, as his grip on the steering wheel tightened "Keep looking at me like that, and we won't make it home."

You blinked at him, before furrowing your brows in confusion—which was so cute it made him want you even more. "Why?" You asked as your tilted your head in confusion.

Nate let out a low chuckle at your innocent question. "Why?" He echoed, as he smiled "Because I'll pull over right now and take you in my car, even if we're not far away from home." he promised, his hand wandering higher up your thigh.

Your breath hitched as you looked at him once more "Noo.. 's not comfortable in a car." You pouted, despite involuntarily spreading your thighs apart for his hand.

Nate chuckled once he noticed, slowly retrieving his hand in a testing way. "Good thing we're almost there." he murmured, retrieving his hand teasingly slow as he watched your reaction. 

Once the traffic lights turned green again, Nate wasted no time, stepping on the gas pedal to make a sharp turn into his street. The car roared forward, tires screeching as he pulled into his driveway at an insane speed.

Before you could fully process it the engine turned off, leaving you both in deafening silence. Nate quickly turned towards you to unbuckle you.

Just as your hand reached for the door handle, his fingers wrapped around your arm—tight, almost bruising. He yanked you back toward him, his eyes burning into yours, and the intensity of his gaze both feared and excited to you.

The silence between you was heavy, you could hear nothing but the pounding of your own heart, each beat echoing in your ears.

But then, just as quickly as the storm in his eyes had flared, it disappeared. Nate exhaled slowly, his grip loosening before he let go entirely. He shoved his door open and stepped out, slamming it shut behind him with enough force to make the car shudder.

You sat there, stunned, your arm tingling where his fingers had been. What just happened? You barely had a moment to catch your breath before your door was ripped open.

Nate stood there, his eyes dark and unreadable. Without a word, he reached down, hands firm but careful this time, and lifted you effortlessly out of the car.

You gasped as he lifted you up and hoisted you over his shoulder like you weighed nothing, your legs dangling in front of his chest. "N-Nate–" you yelped, as you tried to hold onto anything.

Nate just chuckled darkly before lightly slapping your thigh just enough to make you gasp. "What?" he asked obliviously, as he took several steps toward his front door.

They way he was able to simply swing you over his shoulder, with no effort whatsoever sent a wave of heat through you. "Let me down.." you said, but your voice was more breathless than demanding.

"I will, don't worry." he assured you, and despite not being able to see his face, you could hear the smirk in his voice.

He reached his front door, unlocking it with one hand before finally entering. You still whined, the position you were in and the motion of him walking making you dizzy "Nate..." You complained, but Nate was quick to shut you up with a harsh slap on your butt.

You gasped, involuntarily rubbing your thighs together—which of course didn't go unnoticed by Nate. "Hey.. what was that for?" You pouted as your cheeks heated up.

"For whining so damn much." he retorted before finally lifting you off his shoulder and onto the ground. Once you stood in front of him, in the dark hallway, he glanced down at you with the same intensity he had in the car. He was quick to kick his shoes off, waiting for you to do the same, but you only stared at him with that look.

You just opened your mouth to talk, when Nate grabbed your face and leaned down to kiss you. The kiss was messy due to you being drunk, and caught off guard, but Nate didn't care. He pushed both of you against the nearest wall, a small thud following as you knocked something over on the small cabinet that stood there.

But Nate didn't really pay it any mind, too hellbent on feeling you, to care. His lips were back on you in a split second, his teeth grazing your bottom lip before tugging it gently.

You whimpered into his mouth when his hands roughly bunched your dress up, his movements becoming more desperate and urgent. He was just about to bunch it up far enough to catch a glimpse of your panties when—

click

Both of you froze, as you looked at the source of the sound, the hallway suddenly way brighter than before.

Standing just a few feet away was Nate's mom, looking both tired and surprised as she took in the scene in front of her: You pinned against the wall, hair disheveled and by the look of your face, definitively not sober.

Nate quickly let go of you before he ran a hand through his hair. You stumbled slightly at the loss of stability, but Nate was quick to steady you again. "Jesus, Nate," She sighed, somehow still relieved that it was just you two and not an intruder.

The tone of her voice seemed to wake you up from the state you were in. You scrambled to push your dress down again

"I-I.. Um.. we're so sorry." you nervously rambled, "Mom," Nate interrupted, his tone stern as he slowly looked towards her. "why are you up?"

Great, just what he needed.

Of course he wasn't embarrassed, he couldn't care less about his mom seeing you two like this. But he was mad at himself, for not taking you upstairs right away.

His mom scoffed "I woke up because of the noise. I thought someone broke into our house, Nate." You looked to the ground, you were so ashamed that you started to sober up a little bit.

"Sorry, didn't think we'd wake you up." He replied, almost too nonchalant. "Of course you didn't." She muttered, as she narrowed her eyes at him before glancing at you "Y/n, honey, are you okay? You look like you've had a little too much.."

You nodded slowly, trying to stammer out a response, but Nate was quick to speak for you "She's fine, I was just about to get her to bed." His mom nodded, but her face gave away that she didn't believe it. "Yeah, sure."

Nate rolled his eyes, before pulling you away from the wall "Good night, mom." he said, before walking you towards the stairs "Good Night, Marsha." you called out, before walking upstairs with Nate.

Once you two made your way into Nate's room, he was quick to close the door behind him. "Fucking finally.." He groaned, as he quickly locked his door. Then he turned towards you, taking in the sight of your flushed face.

He approached you with deliberate steps, and that alone got you more excited of what was to come. Without saying another word he closed the distance between you two, as his lips found yours in a heated kiss.

You whined in response, which enabled him to finally lead you over to his bed. He kissed you one last time, before pushing you onto his bed, your heel clad feet still outside.

He slowly went down on his knees, something you didn't expect to ever happen. His gaze was fixated on your feet as his hands slowly removed one of your heels "You know that I'd do anything for you, right?" he asked, his tone calmer than before.

You nodded, as you kept your gaze locked on his hands "And you know that I'm never gonna let anyone come between us, right?" you nodded again, slightly confused.

Nate placed one shoe onto the floor, before tending towards your other foot "Not even my parents?" You asked quietly, as you remembered their off putting behaviour earlier.

Nate looked up at you "Not even your parents." he assured you, wondering why you suddenly thought of them, and not the countless guys that can't help but stare at you every day. "Why do you ask?" He finally asked.

You shrugged "I don't know.. They were acting weird earlier. I feel like they're plotting something to break us up.." you admitted. "I didn't want to tell you earlier, because I wanted you to enjoy your party.”

Nate clenched his jaw, not because he was angry at you for telling him now, he was angry at your parents for constantly making you worry.

They're bad for you, no doubt. And he couldn't wait for the day you'd be free from them.

"Don't worry, princess," he cooed, as his hand wandered towards your knee, rubbing it comfortingly "You'll always be mine, they're not gonna stop me. Never." he assured you, before finally removing your other shoe and placing it next to the other one.

Then he stood up again, before disposing his shirt and tossing it onto the floor. Your eyes immediately moved from his face to his chest, still in awe at how muscular he was at his age.

When your hand reached out to touch him, he reached for it, before guiding it over his abs, down to the waistband of his jeans. He presses your palm against the growing bulge there.

"Fuck, you have no idea what you do to me," he rasps, his eyes closed as he enjoys your touch. Your eyes widen as you feel him in your hands. "Is that why you wanted to get home so fast?" You grinned, still bold because of the alcohol in your system.

Nate nodded, chuckling darkly "I wanted to leave with you the moment I saw you in that dress." he admitted, before opening his eyes, the sight of your face so close to his crotch almost ripped a moan from him.

What if he'd just use your mouth until you begged him to let you breathe again? Was all he could think about. It was your fault for looking up at him so innocently.

But once again he stayed strong. He didn't want your first blowjob to be while you're shitfaced, he wanted you to be fully aware while you do it.

When you felt him twitch in your hand, you removed your hand, blinking quickly "Is everything okay?" you asked concerned "Yeah, I just got lost in thoughts." he explained.

When your hand moved back to his jeans, and fumbled with his belt, he chuckled "Are you that impatient, baby?" he asked, his tone teasing. But you smirked in response "I think you're the one who's impatient." You retorted, a smirk etched onto your face that set something off in Nate.

You were so.. bold.

But it didn't bother him. In fact, it made him want to use you in every way possible, because he knew the moment he'd be inside you, that bratty attitude would disappear.

He always was so gentle with you, because he had no reason to be rough. But if you kept that act up, he might have to change his ways for the night. "Careful baby, you don't wanna make me mad." He warned, but his tone was still playful.

You pressed your thighs together at the subtle warning, god you needed him so bad. "Maybe I do." You smiled, before you realized what just slipped out of your mouth.

Nate scoffed, looking down at you as if you were the most prized possession ever. "Yeah? You think you could handle me getting mad?" Nate's voice was calm, as if he was testing the waters. His hands moved down to grip your thighs tightly as he bent down. "Because baby, I don't think you can."

"Try me." you challenged him playfully, clearly unaware of what you'd get yourself into. He chuckled drily as he shook his head. Then his gaze moved back to your face "I mean," you started as you shyly looked down "maybe you'll actually enjoy it that way.."

Nate's brows furrowed, as he tried to understand what you're implying "What do you mean?" he finally asked. You were fidgeting with your fingers as you pouted.

"I don't know.. I just feel like you're not fully enjoying it. At first I thought it's because I'm not attractive enough or anything," you stated, which resulted in Nate furrowing his brows even further because he couldn't believe you actually still thought that way. "but now I just think.. you're hiding something from me."

Why did you have to be so cute?

He searched your eyes, looking for a sign that he could tell you the truth without you being weirded out. Of course he enjoyed having sex with you, even when he wasn't his usual rough self. But even he couldn't deny the fact that he was holding back all the time.

He sighed before trying to find a way to explain it to you "I'm not hiding anything from you, it's just... I don't want to hurt you, or make you feel uncomfortable.." he explained.

You tilted your head, as you looked at him in confusion. "But I am comfortable with you. And.. if I'm uncomfortable with whatever it is you'd do, I'd tell you and we can just.. do something else." You assured him with a smile. He knew you wouldn't tell him you're uncomfortable.

You never did.

You didn't when Nate made you change your style, You didn't when Nate asked you to try on the lingerie and you sure as hell didn't, when he drove like a lunatic earlier.

Did he use that to his advantage? Definitely, but at the end of the day you can't be mad at him for crossing the line when you're too scared to tell him, right?

Nate sighed in response before shaking his head. You pouted as you looked up at him "What is it Nate.. tell me what you like." you pushed, to which Nate shook his head again "What is so bad that you can't even tell me?"

His jaw tensed, and for a moment it was so quiet, you thought he might ignore the question and get mad "I like control." he responded to which you furrowed your brows "But.. you are in control already.." you trailed off, confused by what he meant.

"Not like that, princess." he chuckled darkly, his patience wearing thin "Then how?" you pressed, your tone soft but insistent.

He ran his hand through his hair, sighing as he tried to find the right words "I don't just want control. I want all of you, completely." you blinked up at him, still as confused as before "But you have me, Nate." you whispered sincerely.

He shook his head, "Not the way I want." he finally admitted. "Then show me, or tell me how you want me." you whined as you looked up at him.

Nate searched your eyes for any sign of fear or doubt, but when he found none, he decided to tell you. He knew you still weren't sober, which meant that you'd react to it more casually.

And who knows, maybe you'd even forget about all of this once you'd wake up tomorrow. "I wanna make you beg for me, cry for me, fuck I just.." He groaned as he closed his eyes in an attempt to calm down.

But you still sat there, not even scared, like he feared. "Nate, I already told you that you can be yourself with me, and that I understand you. That also applies to this." You reminded him, as you took his hand in yours, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

You didn't want to admit it, the fact that you were excited, and that the thought of him being a little rougher ignited something within you. But you feared you might have to, in order to convince him to fully let go.

"And who knows.." you started, your tone playful, "maybe I'll like it better that way, too." you smirked, knowing that you probably would. "Let's just try it out, yeah?" you pressed, hoping to coax him in somehow.

He didn't respond, and the room filled with silence as he contemplated your words once more. With one final nod he leaned down to capture your lips in a soft kiss, a stark contrast for what was to come.

When he pulled back, his forehead rested lightly against yours as he whispered "I love you so fucking much, you know that?" you nodded, a soft smile on your lips. "I love you too."

He smiled back, but his smile didn't last long, as if a flip switched, his smile was replaced by an expression that made your stomach flip– a mix of hunger and want so intense, it felt like you've never seen it before.

His hands moved to the straps of your dress, his touch precise as he slid them down your arms. Once he reached your waist, he gave you a commanding look "Lift your hips for me, baby."

You immediately obeyed, as he pulled the dress off, leaving you in the special lingerie set Nate had bought you.

The one you wore during your first time.

His breath hitched for a moment before he chuckled breathlessly "Fuck.." he shook his head "you're insane." he declared, as his gaze lingered on your body.

You giggled in return "Am I?" you purred, as you shifted onto your knees and crawled further up the bed, giving him a perfect view of your backside.

For a moment he thought he'd lose it.

He'd already lose his mind when you were shy and anxious around him, always needing his reassurance for everything. But this? Seeing you all confident and seductive, almost as if you felt like you were in charge, probably turned him on just as much.

Because he knew he had the power to turn you into a mess in no time.

Nate was quick to undo his belt, and for some reason the sound of his belt clacking made you feel even more excited. Once he got rid of his pants, he climbed onto his bed, hovering over you.

You swallowed harshly, almost feeling like you got into trouble. He pushed one knee between your thighs, his two hands placed next to your head as he caged you under him.

"I'm gonna ruin you tonight." he simply stated, as his eyes bore into yours. But you only nodded and smiled up at him.

He leaned down towards your neck, his mouth leaving wet kisses along your sensitive skin, and for some reason that simple action already ripped a moan from you.

his kisses started becoming more hectic, until he finally started sucking a hickey onto your lower neck. You gasped, caught off guard by the pain, but growing to like it as your hand flew to his hair. "Mmh.. Nate.." you hummed, the ache between your thighs growing stronger.

Nate noticed it as well, simply by the way you started squirming under him, and the increasing speed of your breathing.

He lifted his head to look at you, smirking as he saw the desperation in your face. His hand moved down over your stomach, causing you to shudder, until it reached the waistband of your panties.

"You're so sensitive tonight," Nate chuckled when his hand wandered further down, feeling the wet patch on your panties.

Your mouth parted slightly when his fingers pressed onto the damp spot, your hips bucking up in response. "What got you so worked up?" He added, his finger moving in circular motions.

You struggled to form a coherent sentence, the only thing leaving your mouth being gasps and broken moans. "I-I.." Nate chuckled as he watched you struggle. "we h-haven't done this in... so long.. fuck." you interrupted yourself, as Nate slid past your panties and inserted one finger into you.

He could feel how tight you were, clearly proving your point. "Mhm, you're right.." he nodded, as he felt your walls pulsate around him "You could've just told me that you needed me." he muttered, before kissing along your jaw.

"You know I'd never turn you down." he added, before plunging another finger inside. You nodded as a whimper escaped your lips "I-I know.." you whined, as your hands fisted the bed sheets.

Nate paid close attention to your face, as your brows furrowed in concentration. When he angled his fingers higher, he watched as your eyes widened, and your breathing became more irregular.

"Right here?" he asked cockily, speeding up his movements. You nodded as a string of moans left your lips. "Fuck.. oh my god.." you groaned.

Nate loved it when you'd curse, not only did you sound incredibly hot while you did it, it also felt like he was ruining you more and more.

He knew you were close, so close to your release, but he couldn't allow you to cum yet. Not when he wanted you to beg for him. With one final run against your way too sensitive clit, he withdrew his fingers, and you immediately felt empty.

You looked up at him as if you couldn't believe what just happened, but Nate just chuckled "Relax, I just wanted to remove your panties." He lied, as his hands moved back to your waistband, this time he didn't even need to tell you to lift your hips before he pulled them off in one swift move.

He hummed in approval, before leaning down to press kisses onto your soft stomach. You squirmed in response, desperately trying to move higher up the bed just to feel his mouth closer to– "Why are you moving so much?"

Nate pulled you back down, before he continued to kiss along your belly "Nate, please.." you whined, causing Nate to smirk against your skin. "Yeah?" he asked, as he glanced up at you. "Can you.. use your fingers again?"

He nodded, before dragging his fingers along your abdomen, "Like this?" he asked with a completely straight face. You only groaned in response "No not like that!" you retorted, as your hand moved down to his wrist, attempting to drag his hand further south.

But to your surprise, his hand didn't budge a bit "Nate!" you scolded, sulking as you looked at him "Yeah?" he deadpanned, clearly aware of what you wanted "You need to be more specific with what you want, Baby." he explained.

You pouted "Can't I show you what I want?" you tried to move his hand lower, but again, he didn't budge. He shook his head in response "No, but you can tell me what you want."

You huffed, before rolling your eyes "I want your fingers, inside me." you instructed, your tone way too bratty for his liking. His eyes turned dark as he glared at you "So demanding.. why don't you beg for it then?"

You scoffed, unable to believe he was being serious "Nate, please, I'm begging you." you pleaded, still trying to wiggle into the right position. "That didn't sound like begging, more like.. pleading." He rasped as he traced his fingers lower, until they brushed lightly over your clit.

You gasped, still bucking your hips in search for stimulation. "Nate, please, I-I already begged." You whined, to which Nate hummed "Yeah, but it didn't sound convincing the first time." he responded, before circling a finger over your entrance, his eyes practically glued to your face.

You continued to move around, until he placed his other hand onto your stomach to hold you down. "Nate!" you whimpered, as you threw your head back. "Please, please." You begged once more, the sound music to his ears, "Please what?" he responded, his finger still circling your hole.

"I need your fingers.. inside me, please." You breathed out. He nodded, "Good girl." he said, before moving further up, his face inches away from yours. You looked up at him, your eyes slightly glossy.

When he finally plunged two fingers back into you with ease, your eyes rolled back, enjoying the moment. But it was only short lived because Nate was quick to pull them out again, still not done teasing you. You whined again, close to sobbing.

He held them up for you to see "Look at that," he stated, scissoring his fingers, the string of your wetness connecting them "See how wet you are already?" he asked condescendingly, knowing you'd probably turn shy again.

Except, you didn't.

You were way too desperate to be shy "I know, please, why did you stop?" you pouted instead, not even paying attention to the way his fingers were glistening.

Nate scoffed before complying and pushing them back inside, his eyes never leaving yours. You moaned in relief, relaxing again as he pumped them in and out.

You closed your eyes when his thumb started to toy with your nub, but opened them just as fast when he halted his movements. "Keep your eyes open." He demanded before continuing, "W-why?" you asked, as you blinked up at him.

"I want you to look at me." he reasoned, before leaning down even further, his hot breath fanning over your face. You tilted your head, your lips parting as if you silently asked for a kiss.

And he knew, of course he knew, his mouth curving into a smile. He leaned down just enough for his lips to brush over yours.

The soft touch, made your breath hitch and you instinctively chased his lips, but he kept pulling back, only allowing your lips to brush against his.

When you whined, your eyes turning glossy once again, he finally leaned in, kissing you deeply, as his fingers moved faster. You moaned into his mouth as your brows furrowed, you were close. So close again.

When Nate broke the kiss, his lips still millimeters away from yours you panted "I'm close.." you whimpered, "Yeah?" he asked, as he felt you clench around him, ready to finally let go. You nodded, bracing yourself as your hand moved to his shoulder.

You were about to let the feeling of bliss and relief wash over you, but Nate removed his hand completely from your mound. And you just stared up at him, tears clouding your vision as you were unable to believe he did that.

You sobbed, as your orgasm slipped away. Your hand was quick to move down, ready to relieve yourself but just as you reached your clit, Nate's strong hand gripped yours and pinned it down, next to your head.

You sobbed again, tears rolling down the side of your face as you panted. And Nate was reeling, he was sure that there hasn't been a single moment in his life were he was this hard.

He couldn't even say anything, for a moment he just watched you cry and struggle under him. "W-why are you.. why did you d-do that?" you sobbed, waiting for him to do something, anything.

He cooed, as his hand came up to wipe your tears away. "I'm sorry, Baby." He apologized, but even in your current state you could tell he wasn't serious.

He slid off the bed to remove his boxers, when he saw your hungry gaze, he chuckled. "Do you wanna take 'em off for me?" He asked, as he stepped closer to you. And as if on command, you rolled over towards him.

Nate waited until your shaky hands pulled his boxers down, his length slapping against his stomach as he stepped out of his boxers. You almost audibly moaned at the mere sight, still shocked by how big he is, especially up close.

Your hand stretched out to touch him, but Nate's hand was wrapped around your wrist once again. You looked up at him through your wet lashes, as if you were waiting for him to let go so you could touch him.

"Say please." He demanded softly, and you immediately obliged. "Please." You whispered. He removed his grip on you, watching intently as you wrapped your hand around him, stroking his erection softly.

Nate groaned, until you looked up at him again "Can I try... Can I.. put it in my mouth?" You asked eagerly, your tongue swiping over your lips.

The question caught him off guard, but he still nodded "Go ahead, princess, but be careful." he warned, knowing how inexperienced you were.

You nodded before opening your mouth wide, your hand slowly leading his head into your mouth. Nate inhaled sharply when his leaking tip came in contact with your tongue.

You wrapped your mouth around his head, trying to get used to the foreign feeling, and the salty taste of his precum. You looked up at him for a second, until his intense gaze became too much for you.

Nate chuckled breathlessly "No, keep looking at me." he rasped. His resolve was starting to crumble, as he looked into your shy eyes. You were determined to take more of him into your mouth.

Nate threaded his hand through your hair, as he watched you struggle. The urge to push your head further down, and force his cock down your throat was immense.

But he couldn't afford to break your trust, so he slowly pulled you off, a string of saliva connecting your mouth with his length. And as if on instinct, your head leaned in again, ready to take him back into your mouth.

Nate tightened his grip on your hair, as he chuckled darkly "Look at you," he taunted "so fucking needy for my cock." You whined in response, starting to feel shy again as you averted your gaze. Nate tugged on your hair, causing you to gasp and look back up at him. "Did you like it?" he asked, to which you nodded.

"Yeah, I bet you did.." he scoffed, as his gaze wandered to your thighs, which were desperately rubbing against each other. "Nate.. please." You whined as your desperation for him grew.

"Please what?" He pressed, despite knowing what you were asking for "Please fuck me, Nate, I'm begging you." You nearly cried out.

Nate groaned in response, in love with the way you begged for him. He nodded, removing his hand from your hair before he slid back into his bed. You turned back onto your back, your legs instantly welcoming him back.

He wanted to degrade you so bad.

When he hovered above you, he leaned down again, kissing along your collarbone and your neck, just to torture you further. When he heard you whimper and beg again, he decided to lift his head and stop, before his hands wandered below your back to unclasp your bra.

Once the bra was tossed anywhere in his room, his mouth was back on you, this time on your breasts. Usually you loved having his mouth on you, but right now you needed him to be inside you. So you begged again, hoping he'd finally give in.

And he almost did.

He brushed the tip of his dick against your nub, causing you to shudder beneath him. He was just about to sink into you when he realized something.

He wasn't wearing a condom.

He knew you were too far gone to care or to realize, but he wasn't. He wanted to push the doubts aside, especially when he looked into your eyes, seeing the way you were aching for him.

But what about the consequences? Would it be in his favour if you'd end up pregnant? Maybe your parents would take you away from him, move again, or maybe, just maybe, it'd tie you two together in a way that no one— not Max, or your parents, or anyone else— could undo.

The thought hit him like a truck, it was so wrong but he just couldn't help himself. The thought of getting you pregnant was terrifyingly tempting.

And you were completely oblivious, what if this was his only chance? The only chance to make the right thing for both of you?

But he also knew that it wouldn't be as easy as he imagined it to be. You would be angry at him, because you trusted him, you'd know that he wasn't drunk enough to 'accidentally' get you pregnant.

But maybe he could explain it to you, maybe you'd understand—"Nate..? What's wrong?" You whispered, worried you had upset him somehow. Were you being too needy? Was he angry?

His jaw clenched as he tried to make a decision, his hand gripping your thigh so hard you were sure it would bruise. "You're mine.. right?" he suddenly asked, his tone serious.

You smiled, your fingers trailing up his arm, "Always." you whispered, your voice soft and breathless.

Always— that word, the way you reassured him.

His grip on your thighs remained tight as he hesitated, frozen in place. You didn't even notice, shifting beneath him impatiently, almost as if you were luring him in to give in.

God, he wanted to, he wanted nothing else in that moment. The thought of making you his once again, was intoxicating.

But you were drunk, and as much as he internally screamed at himself to do it, another part—one that you had practically implanted in him during the time of your relationship—told him to stop.

You deserved this, you deserved a chance to think this through. This could, and would, change everything, and he wasn't in the position to decide that now.

He nodded, before he reached over the bedside table and retrieved a condom from one of the drawers. He quickly ripped the package and tossed it away, before sliding it over his by now painfully hard erection.

His jaw was still clenched however, and he was confused by how much you had changed him. It bothered him in a way, made him feel like he became soft. Usually he wouldn't give a fuck about something being wrong.

What were you doing to him?

He lined up with your entrance, before immediately diving into you with ease, a groan leaving his lips as you immediately clenched around him. Your eyes rolled back as you released a long moan, more than happy that you finally got what you wanted.

He groaned as he set a ruthless pace, slamming into you as you tried to catch your breath. Nate grabbed your thighs and pushed them further towards your chest, allowing him to go even deeper.

It was as if a flip switched inside him. He seemed so calm just a moment ago, but now he was beyond frustrated, both because he held back this entire time, and because he didn't like the effect you had on him.

You didn't care though, completely blending his voice out as you tried to finally reach your high. You knew he was talking to you, saying something about how you were changing him, and how he was about to ruin you now, but despite all that, you were too focused on the feeling of his deep inside you.

Until his hand was suddenly wrapped around your throat.

Your eyes shot open as you stared at him "I said fucking look at me." he gritted through his teeth, his pace not faltering one bit. You blinked up at him as his hand tightened.

Based on the look on his face, you should be scared and try to calm him down. But you weren't scared, in fact it turned you on even more, because it was such a stark contrast to the way he usually treated you.

This is what you meant when you told him to let go, and to be himself. "Nate." You choked out, your eyes once again glassing over. It took him a moment to realize how hard he squeezed your throat.

And it turned him on so much.

The fact that he got to decide whether you'll breathe or not was so thrilling, but it quickly reminded him of the way he choked Maddy and how much of a deal it was.

He grunted, just about to loosen his grip, when he felt you clench around him, your pussy literally pulsating as you stared up at him. He smirked as he looked down at you, halting his movements "Fuck.. you're into this, aren't you?" he taunted.

When you didn't respond and only whined because he stopped rutting into you, he chuckled mockingly "You're acting like a fucking slut." he spat, as he leaned down closer, watching tears form in your eyes again.

He loosened his grip, allowing you to talk. But you only coughed and cried out "Nate p-please.. I was so close.." you sobbed, your voice raspy from the rough treatment Nate gave you just mere seconds ago.

He blinked, unable to believe you were solely focused on the fact that he stopped pleasuring you, instead of the the fact that he degraded you.

"I know, baby.." He slowly continued moving again, causing your eyes to roll back immediately as you moaned loudly. "It's just so much fun to tease you, I can't help myself.. You look so pretty when you cry for me." He explained as he trusted into you harder again.

You panted as your hand wrapped around Nate's wrist. Not because you wanted to pull his hand away from your throat, but because you just needed something to hold onto as he wrecked you. "Nate, I'm gonna cum.. fuck.." you warned, knowing this one would be intense.

He nodded squeezing your throat once again "Beg for it.. beg for me to let you cum." you didn't waste any time as you begged, "Please, fuck.. Nate please.." you whimpered, continuing to plead as tears were starting to build up again.

Nate would love to continue watching you like this: desperate, fucked out, crying, but he decided you must've suffered enough. So his hand moved from your throat down your body until his thumb landed on your clit.

You started panting, getting closer and closer to your orgasm until the relief finally washed over you. You felt the world blur around you as you let the intense feeling wash over you.

Nate watched in awe as your face started to contort in pleasure, knowing he was the reason. It brought him closer to his release, as he continued to thrust into you.

You blinked up at him as you lazily shook your head, overwhelmed by the pleasure. Nate only chuckled "What? Too much?" when you nodded, he continued "Weren't you begging for this just a moment ago? I think you can take it baby.."

You whimpered as he continued to push into you, it all felt too much for you as your shaky hand reached out for his cheek "Nate.. 's too much.." you whispered shakily.

Nate groaned in response, getting closer and closer. He just couldn't stop pounding into you, it felt too good to stop, and you sounded and looked so pretty.

Your eyes rolled back as Nate continued to hit all the right spots, despite you being sensitive and completely overwhelmed by the feeling you couldn’t help it. It all felt too good.

"Fuck.." Nate groaned when you squeezed him tightly. He knew he could make you cum again, and he was going to do it.

His mouth was glued onto your neck as he continued to flick your way too sensitive clit “Gonna be a good girl and cum for me again?” he mumbled onto your skin as his thrust grew more deliberate.

The way he called you a good girl had your eyes rolling back into your skull. His rhythm faltered slightly as he fought to hold back. His mind was filled with you—your sounds, the faint scent of your perfume mixed with your very own scent, how perfect you looked beneath him.

“Nate!” You moaned, the only thing on your mind as you reached your high a second time. As your walls contracted around him, his thrusts grew erratic, he removed his hand from your clit and gripped your thighs as he rammed into you with force.

His body seemed to move on pure instinct, his muscles tensed as he released a low guttural moan, cursing as his climax finally washed over him. He shuddered as he emptied himself inside you, wishing the condom wasn’t between you both.

He savoured every second of his orgasm as he buried himself deep inside you one final time, his head resting in the crook of your neck. Your shallow breathing filled the room, as you laid there sprawled out.

Your eyes were closed as you tried to catch your breath. You almost felt weightless as you almost drifted off to sleep. Nate noticed that, as he looked at your face. His thumb stroked gently over your cheek “Y/n?” he called out softly.

Your eyes opened slowly “Yeah..” you managed to whisper. Nate chuckled once he was aware that you’re fine. “Too much for you, huh?” he taunted, his voice showing signs of pride and satisfaction.

You gave him a weak smile as you shook your head. “No..” You protested, but Nate was clearly aware that you were about to pass out any moment. He chuckled as he slowly pulled out of you, drawing a groan from you.

He sighed, as he removed the condom and threw it into the bin. He wanted to draw you a bath and dress you into his shirt, but as he got out of bed you pulled the blanket over you and rolled onto the side without uttering another word.

He just stared at you for a minute, admiring his work as he took in the sight of your disheveled hair, the marks on your neck—for which you’d definitely scold him later on.

He went to the bathroom to freshen up a little, before he walked to his bed, turned the lights off, and laid down next to you, pulling you against him as he did.

You truly were his

✎ Jesus this took so long lmao, but I hope you’ll enjoy this chapter (even if it’s basically just smut💀) again, feel free to leave nee feedback because it always helps me improve!! ♡

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My other Nate fics. If you have the time.

No one seemed to like the cliffhanger, so here's a draft that I converted into a bonus chapter.

Nate Jacobs + Fem!reader. Warnings : Dark. NSFW. Drugs. Contains brief explicit content. MDNI for this part alone. Closest thing to sm*t I've ever written (and will write).

Part 1 : Whiplash Part 2 : 9 Lives Part 3 : Blessed Part 4 : Shards Part 5 : Eighteen

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Nate had never been more pissed in his life. Ever. You'd blatantly disobeyed him. Well, not technically. No technically, you hadn't been told anything, but he'd have figured you weren't so dense as to go and visit Shane motherfucking Crestin in the motherfucking ER !

Honestly. It's like you had one braincell and all it told you was to piss him off.

And fuck him. He definitely saw that in your eyes the last time.

Or was that the molly?

Probably the molly.

But whatever. The fact was, you wanted to fuck him, and he wanted to fuck you, and he had no idea why you wanted him out of your life if that was the case. Wasn't that fate? Two people want something so bad, they should end up doing it, no? Not going and visiting the reason they couldn't do it in the ER.

Yeah, he decided.

Yes. They. Should.

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He'd figured you would avoid him like the plague, anyway. So he didn't care if it reached you or not that he was helping McKay host a party. So imagine his surprise when, after about two months of no contact, you showed up at his party.

"Whoa."

You frowned. "Excuse me?'

"What happened to 'get the fuck out of my life, Nate?' What, were you just full of it?"

"Dude. If me being here bothers you that much, I'll just fucking leav-"

"Jeez, don't be a baby, short stuff.", he cooed, patting your head before slinging an arm around you. "C'mon, let's do shots."

"Hey, whoa, whoa, none of this friendliness."

He rolled his eyes, removing his hand from you. "Fine. C'mon. I missed you."

And the problem was, he did. He actually fucking missed you. Which was the weirdest thing to happen to him since... well, birth. It wasn't anything in particular, it wasn't even the fact that you were easy on the eyes.

He, like a fucking simp, just liked you being around him.

With as much trepidation as a sycophant scorned by his master, he gently, reverently, offered you a shot. "For old times' sake?"

You rolled your eyes, taking it from him. "For old times' sake? Like, the time you got me drunk at school?'

He smiled, his hand slowly back around your shoulder as he tugged you closer, kissing your temple. "We could always go back, y'know?", he murmured next to your ear. "Get high on the bleachers again."

"No."

"C'mon, we haven't hung out in two months. Ditch these fakes. I'm the fun one, anyway."

Jesus.

He took a long drag of his vape, the smoke bombarding your face. He proferred it to you and frowned when you declined. "Why not?"

"I don't vape."

"Are you one of those bitches that says 'smoke a real cigarette'?"

"No, I don't smoke at all."

He rolled his eyes. "We're going to the bleachers."

It was weird, to say the least, the air between you two back at the bleachers. You sat, looking up at the sky, the grass, anywhere but his eyes, and he sat with his head on your lap.

Silence covered the two of you until he sighed. "Can we just pick up where we left off?"

"And where was that?"

"With me almost eating you out."

You scoffed. You wouldn't have done that if you thought he was being serious. You wouldn't have done that if you were entirely sober. But you didn't and you weren't, so you scoffed. "Right. Yeah. Sure."

"I'm not joking. You're making this harder than it needs to be. There isn't any ulterior motive, this is just... boy meets girl. Boy likes girl. Girl likes boy-"

"Debatable.", you muttered, but he ignored it.

"-Boy wants to fuck girl, girl wants to fuck boy, boy fucks girl. Why are you adding shit? Do you want drama? Is that what this is? Because we could do drama. I could do drama like you've never fucking seen before!"

In Nate speak, that meant he had a big dick and he wanted you to know.

"Look. It's just too complicated. You've- there's too much-"

"Forget it all. 'Kay? Just you and me.", he replied immediately, sitting up.

"Because you quote-unquote 'love' me."

"Exactly that." His lips found yours, and surprisingly, this time, you actually had a spine and pulled away.

"What the FUCK?"

Huffing, he rolled his eyes and stroked your cheek as he shifted and knelt down. "Can we skip the part where you scream 'what the fuck, what the fuck' and push me away and get to the part where you admit you want me? I've had a long day."

Seeing him down there did nothing to make you feel safer.

"Nate-"

"Jesus fuck, Y/N, please, just, for the love of god-", he muttered, as if you were being an inconvenience at the moment and not him, the asshat on his knees. "Would you just relax?"

"Look, Y/N. I love you.", he said, and his hands slowly slid up to the hem of your shirt, his thumb rubbing the skin right under it. "Let me show you."

"You don't love me. Stop saying that."

"Fine, then. I want you. And stop telling me you don't want me, like it's a mortal sin or something.", he warned, gripping the backs of your thighs.

Sadly, you couldn't entirely blame this on the molly this time.

It definitely contributed to the decision, but mostly to the fact that it made every single touch of his explode with a robust... flavour that you couldn't replicate even if you tried.

He smiled up at you so softly you'd think he was on his knees to propose. But no. Instead of opening up a little box, he opened the fly to your pants.

"Can you look at me, please?"

You sighed, looking down. "What?"

"You really don't look like you're against this. I'd even go so far as to say you want me, but you're too much of a pussy to admit it."

You did want him. BUT. You were against this. Because it was wrong. But you were letting him kiss up your thighs, bite at your lower abdomen.

Meaning it was the world according to Nate and it both infuriated you and turned you on.

FUCK.

Hums came from both your mouth and his, and before you knew it, your fingers felt nothing but the locks of his hair, pulling so hard there was no way he wasn't in pain. And he must have been, because gently, so seamlessly, he trailed his hand up to yours, removing it from his hair and interlocking it with his own.

But he didn't pause. His tongue continued doing... well, whatever the hell it was doing that made you want to stab the Earth for being able to produce Nate Jacobs as well as praise it for... well, being able to produce Nate Jacobs.

"You're a virgin?", he asked, breathless, raising a brow in incredulity.

You'd be lying if you said your brain even registered his question - registered anything but his tongue and lips.

"Are you a virgin?"

"Why? Don't tell me this is still a test to see if I'm easy or not-"

"It's not.", he assured, reaching up slowly, and then kissing your cheek of all fucking places. One of his hands trailed back down and into you while the other one immediately closed your mouth, though you had no idea why. It was a fucking desolate high school football field. No one was going to hear anyway.

He grinned, pressing his forehead against yours as he added another finger, curling them as he worked into you. "Shh, shh, shh.", he murmured, after probably feeling the results of you trying not to lose your shit beneath his palm.

"See? We go great together."

You screamed. But it didn't quite carry.

He frowned in confusion for a moment when you made a muffled noise and then muttered an 'ah' as he gently removed his palm from your mouth.

"That's not..."

"Hm? That's not what?"

You could have killed yourself right there, because he smirked is what he did. He smirked when you couldn't finish (and barely even start) your sentences.

"That's not even remotely..."

You were stalling. That was clear. Why? You didn't know. There was no logical reason. He was already fucking inside you, there was no point in backing out of this now.

But there was reason to hesitate.

He sighed, licking his lips and shaking his head in disappointment, brushing hair from your face. "Hey."

"What?"

"If you don't fuck me right now, I will lose my shit. I will cut myself. I will play Russian Roulette again. That work for you?"

Oh, this sick, sick, sick, SICK motherfucker.

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Why you did it? Question for the ages.

You should've said no. You should've gone home. You didn't go home, though, not even after the fact. You probably should have.

Instead, you found yourself back at Fezco's store. Not voluntarily, either, it just seemed your car was as drained as you were, and you forgot to fill it back up.

"Rue?", you called out into what you imagined to be an abyss. Her voice appeared like light at the end of a tunnel. "Hey."

"You high?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"I need someone to pick me up."

"Maddy's not free?"

"I didn't check."

"Well.", she groaned, shifting around, clearly in some sort of drug-induced discomfort, "You should. I don't wanna kill you, y'know, you mean so fucking much to me."

The sarcasm in her voice was mildly hurtful, but hey. At least she cared enough not to kill you.

More than Nate had ever cared.

"Okay."

So, of course, you called Cassie. Because no fucking way were you calling Maddy to come pick you up from the store owned by the local dealer, which was suspiciously close to the party thrown by her ex.

The car ride with her was smooth and lovely and peaceful. Because she was smooth and lovely and peaceful.

"You think your car will be safe, out there, all night?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah, I told Fez. He knows what to do."

"Y/N, I... I've noticed you've been off, like, the last term or so."

You did not need her therapy session right now.

"Nah, I'm fine."

"You're not.", she chuckled, nervously, shaking her head as she slowed down at the red light. "You seem on edge. I think it's cause of him."

"Him?" WHAT? How the fuck did this ditz know?

"Yeah. Like, I don't know, maybe you're in love with him, and you think it's, like... forbidden, because he's a bad influence or something, but you just kinda look... strung out. Like there's a huge secret you're keeping."

She was supposed to be clueless about what was going on around her. Isn't that the thing they say about hot blondes?

"Love? In love? With who?"

"Fezco, of course. I get it, he's a dealer, but he's also hot, and I guess, let's face it, he's quite nice for a criminal."

Oh, thank god. The dumb blonde theory stands.

"I'm not in love with Fez."

"Then why are you so... off?"

"I...", you sighed, deciding to stick to the truth as much as safely possible. "I got in with some bad people during spring break."

The look of concern on her face made you want to apologize and buy her whatever she wanted, or maybe even confess to every fucking sinful thought you'd ever had.

"What? Oh, my god, what? Like, hard drugs and shit?"

"More like guns and shit."

"Y/N, WHAT?!"

"Yeah, it was fucked up, but I'm out of it now, though, so you don't have to worry, okay, Cass? I'm peachy. I'm great, honest! Hey, it's turning amber."

She frowned, turning back to the road in front of her. "You sure?"

You'd never been more grateful for Nate throwing the lamp to your right rather than your left.

You'd never been more grateful for Nate giving you a hickey on your right rather than your left.

You nodded. "Yeah. Thanks, though."

"So. Did you... you went to his party, right? Did you see him? Did you guys talk?"

It took you a moment to figure out that she was talking about her ex.

"McKay? Yeah. Yeah."

"How is he? Did he mention me?"

"He's, um... he's doing fine, I guess. He looks like he misses you, but you know him. He probably won't tell me."

"I just... maybe we... I just want to, um... fix things."

"You should."

"You think?"

You nodded. What the fuck else could you do to distract her from the fact that if she took one look down, she'd see Nate blowing up your phone? "Yeah, you guys were great together."

You instantly cringed. Because that was what Nate had said about you and him. "See? We go great together."'

"I don't know if I want him back, or what. What do you think?"

That I just fucked Nate Jacobs. And that the molly was only half of it. That I'm going to kill myself.

"I think... I think you broke up for a reason, Cass."

She nodded, and the rest of the car ride went in pleasant silence.

Then she dropped you home.

And Rue was waiting for you.

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"You're pissing me off. What is this, blackmail?'

"Yeah. It is. I saw you two in the bleachers, and if you tell people I'm not sober, I'll let it slip that you let Nate Jacobs inside you."

Keep your calm. If you show even a tiny sign of accepting that she was right, you're dead meat. "It was a psych project. He had just finished a practice, so we sat there and finished some work."

"With tequila?"

Silence. Okay. She was not talking about tonight. She was talking about the gun-night. This was salvageable.

"Funnily enough, Y/N, according to what Lexi told me, there's been no 'psych assignment-slash-project.'"

"Rue-"

"So you've not only been lying to all of us, you've been betraying Maddy. And you've done Jules so wrong.'

"Look, you don't even know-"

"Then tell me."

So you did. You told her about the Instagram story, you told her about the Russian roulette, hell, you even told her about the dinner and the scar. What you didn't tell her about was the sex. The mind-blowing guilt-inducing sex.

"But I saw you kiss him on the bleachers."

"I was drunk, Rue. I'd have let the fucking janitor kiss me."

"Look, Y/N, those are my terms."

"You're asking me to lie to everyone about your health, your wellbeing! We're all looking out for you, Rue! Y'can't just blackmail me into not doing right by you."

"As nice as that is, the fact still stands that you fucked Nate."

FUCK!

"Rue, please-"

"He doesn't even fucking want you. He wants to get back at Maddy, and you're too fucked out to see it!"

"Rue, you're crossing the li-"

"I bet that fucking him was the only thing you've been doing this whole time. What, did you fuck him when Maddy was with him?"

Rue laughed after you slapped her and that definitely told you she was so high she couldn't even feel it. "C'mon. Grow up.", she scoffed, tucking hair behind your ear. "Girl code's not important anymore, is it? We're all eighteen - adults - now."

WHY must everyone always do that with your hair? So fucking condescendingly, too?!

"Rue, I didn't fuck Nate Jacobs."

"Then why is he blowing up your phone? Yeah, you think I didn't notice the name on your screen?"

"He blows up my phone because he's a psycho- I told you about the Russian Roulette thing and the gun and the slit wris-"

"Yeah, but you said you asked him to leave you alone and he did. Why would he break no contact? What could've happened?"

"Rue, I am not going to help you fake sobriety in front of your family- I- Rue, what is that?"

She frowned, looking down and following your line of sight. Her bag. The front zip. A needle. She looked back up, deadpan. "Fent."

"RUE! YOU CAN'T EXPECT ME T-"

"Look, Y/N, I like you, I do. There's no reason for you to worry, okay? If you could be quiet, your life will go on as it always does. No reputation loss, no guilt, no embarrassment."

"This will kill you! I can't do that to you, Rue, please!"

"But you can do Nate Jacobs?"

You were genuinely about to strangle this fucking trapper cunt.

"Think about it."

What, had she gotten lessons in blackmail from him?

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That night, you were too fucking exhausted to even question why Nate was knocking at your window. You just opened it for him. You just let him kiss you. You just let him tuck your hair behind your fucking ear.

"I have a question."

"What?"

"Did you visit Shane in the hospital?"

Okay. No way he could have found out about that. You didn't tell a single fucking soul.

"Huh?"

"I beat him up for you. 'Cause he was saying you fucked when you didn't.", he said, his voice oddly calm for a man betrayed.

"I didn't ask you to!"`

"Please.", he scoffed, clapping sarcastically. "Biggest cop-out of the century."

"I didn't!"

"He was calling you a slut, basically. As if you'd just give it up to anyone." What, like he knew you that well?

"Hundreds of people say hundreds of shit about me every fucking day! What am I, supposed to set you on them?"

"You could."

You scoffed.

"I'm being serious. You could say "'sic 'em' " and I'd beat them to a bloody pulp.", he informed, brushing hair over your ear again. "Say it. Tell me someone to beat up. I'll do it. No matter who it is."

"Nate. I didn't ask you to do any of this. I asked you to leave me alone, and you did the opposite!"

"You're acting like I showed up, fucked you, and then just left!"

He clenched his jaw, his grip on the piece of hair he just pushed behind your ear, now shifting to the rest of your hair. "No, cunt. I said 'I love you'. Or did you conveniently forget that?"

Oh. Right. THAT.

"What? You're suddenly acting like a pussy, baby, what's up with that? Look me in the eyes and tell me you don't remember. Don't be a pussy. C'mon, tell me. Oh, yeah, wait a minute, you can't."

"You didn't mean that. You wanted to get what you wanted, so you-"

"You think I say shit like 'I love you' lightly? You think I throw that word around?" Yes, he did, but you didn't need to know that. He decided to deploy the trauma card.

"You've seen what my parents are like. You think I'd abuse the words 'I love you'?"

"I guess not-"

"Yeah. EXACTLY."

Ooh, you were putty in his hands and he almost got a semi because of it.

"Look, okay, fine, Nate, that- that was out of pocket, but you can't expect me to-"

"But I do. I have never lied to you. Have I? I've blackmailed you and threatened you and, fuck, yeah, I've stuck a goddamn gun down your throat, but when have I ever lied?"

"So you're saying you 'love' me and I have to just accept it."

"I'm saying I love you, and you have to just believe it.'

And god help you, you somehow did.

"Rue's blackmailing me."

He mock-gasped. "You're cheating on me, then."

You couldn't help the chuckle that left your lips. Him being so calm in the face of danger should make him look foolish in your eyes, not admirable.

And the molly excuse was being held up by string the breadth of dental floss, honestly.

"Does she use firearms as well? Did you think about me the whole time?" He was clearly trying to make you laugh, and it was working.

He kissed your forehead. "What did she blackmail you for?"

"For or about?"

"Both."

"For : keeping her relapse a secret from everyone. About : the gun-night at the bleachers."

"Okay, so the choice is clear."

"What?"

Nate Jacobs had scared you when he'd said he loved you and when he'd said he'd kill himself for you, but he'd never scared you as much as he did with what he said next.

"We just sit back and watch that bitch OD."

[ghiblygirl]

Jules’ April Recs 🌷☔️🐣

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Call of Duty

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Untitled @laceyfaeryy ⤷ A small but great smutty read 🔥 Obsessed p-drunk Simon Riley @/laceyfaeryy ⤷ This fic had me blushing. I need me a Simon Riley 🔥 Untitled @shinoko-oshi ⤷ Was I more attracted to the reader than to Simon in this? Yes. 🔥 Overstimulation w/ Simon Riley @sidollie ⤷ Something about P-drunk Ghost makes me happy.🔥🪷 Fussy @spurbleu ⤷ Simon, terrified of being a father, can't stop holding his baby girl ☀️ Untitled @jaesblogstuff ⤷ Simon Riley is a loving husband to his pregnant wife ☀️🪷

John Price

Untitled @angelicangelz ⤷ Praising John Price.🔥

Johnny "Soap" McTavish

My lover's got humor @lay-z ⤷ You peg Johnny in his childhood bedroom 🔥

Marauders Era

James Potter

Steam @dismalflo ⤷ A sickly sweet shower fic. ☀️ Bet on You @santaasi ⤷ Grumpy!reader owes James a date but doesn't make it easy for him. ☀️

Poly!MoonWater

Worst Behavior @aetherraeys ⤷ Regulus gives bratty!reader a punishment for lashing out. 🔥🪷

Poly!Bartylus

A Bored Barty @unconventional-lawnchair ⤷ Barty is bored until his treasure brings her own treasure, much to Regulus' chagrin ☀️🪷

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

Beautiful Boy @4pologygir1 ⤷ Hurt/Comfort w/ Spencer after Tobias Hankel. 🌤️ 🪷 Silent Treatment @reiding-writing ⤷ Spencer gets a little jealous and shuts cold!Reader out. 🌤️ Life with Spencer @reidmarieprentiss ⤷ Living life with Spencer and all that comes with it. ☀️🔥🌤️ 🪷 So High School @softtdaisy ⤷ When a cheerleader falls for Spencer, he can't help but be suspicious. 🌤️☀️

Twilight

Paul Lahote

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Jacob Black

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The Hunger Games

Finnick Odair

Falling in love all over again @petriwriting ⤷ Finnick helps you recover in District 13 after being tortured by the Capitol. 🌤️ 🪷

DC Universe

Jason Todd

Five days @starl1ght444 ⤷ Jason's harmful words make you leave for a few days, leading to him overthinking. 🌧️🪷 Unexpected Guests @iydiamartinx ⤷ Jason's biggest secret, you, is discovered by Damien ☀️

[scarlettoceaneyes]

jacob and his imprint where she gets drunk and is all “but little baby jacob’s!” and is trying to poorly ask him for a baby whilst the pack is just laughing at her antics

Friend I am so so sorry it took me so long! Hope you enjoy- please request more.

Crossed the line

“They will look like you baby. Cute little Jacobs. So cute.” Jake was lost on what the heck was going on with you. He can smell the alcohol but has been flushing you with several bottles of water the past few hours too. However now you are stuck on something about little Jacob and as usual he is lost.

“They will be so cute and tan and handsome and beautiful. Just let me have one please?!?!” It was like you were asking for a dog. Very confusing when you were drunk.

At this point the pack had started paying attention trying to guess what you are talking about. Jacob tried to clarify but you were too far gone.

“Babies Jacob Black! Babies!” The pack couldn’t hold back their laughter anymore. They were trying to hard to be respectful of you as an imprint but even they are human too.

“Sweet thing listen to me. I don’t know what you are trying to say..” Jacob didn’t know whether he wanted to know in this company or he should just take her home.

“Baby Jake. I want your babies. Nowwwwww!” Oh. It clicked for Jacob and he decided it was time to leave because you needed sleep and had crossed the line of what was appropriate in front of minors.

“Hey let’s talk about it tomorrow ok? You ready to go home?” Oh crap. You took that the WRONG way. He literally had to pick you up and run out of there to save you from embarrassing yourself any further. The pack couldn’t hold in the laughter anymore. They roared with jokes. Jacob had dirt on them so he knew he would get them all back. As for his imprint, he valued her too much to let her embarrass herself in front of the pack. He wanted and needed to protect her.

Finally they made it home, after stopping for you to puke twice on the side of the road. Jake carried you to bed as you were more asleep now than anything.

“You are sooooo never doing that again. My sweet, sweet silly girl.” He kissed your forehead and tucked you in after getting you ready for bed. He stayed with you, knowing either puke or embarrassment would come next when you remembered tonight. Either way, you are his life and universe. He would be here to take care of you. The idea of babies now lodged itself in his mind. He liked the idea.

[malereadermaniac]

(;¬_¬) Toxic ~ Nate Jacobs x Male Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Plot: We all love a little toxic relationship with some dick who bullies you due to his own insecurity (–_–)

Featuring: Top!Nate x Bottom!Reader

Warnings: Nsfw / MDNI ~ amab m!reader / FDNI

He bullied the shit out of you for being gay

Not regular bullying, but like psychological shit

Nate would make small comments about you to a crowd of people, making you uncomfortable for the rest of the night

Or when the two of you were left alone in a room he would call you a f@g when you tried to make conversation

However late at night, your phone would be buzzing with notifications from him snapping at you

But you were popular, so he couldn't harass you too much - especially once you became friends with Maddy

You were a regular at parties, so he'd see you there

Every time Nate got drunk, he'd catch his eyes on you more than he'd like

On your body, warm from the heat of everyone dancing and the alcohol in your system

It didn't help that like everyone else, you dressed like a model every time you left the house - but at parties that was tenfold

You wore virtually no clothes, pretty much forcing Nate's eyes to glue to your thighs, your waist, your ass as it peaked out from your shorts

He also liked how you kept your body hairless, just like Maddy

He would be repulsed if you didn't, so when you raise your arms as you dance, he notices your freshly shaved arms and armpits

After Maddy and Nate were finally broken up, more parties happened

And even though girls tried and succeeded in getting with Nate, he didn't care for them

They were hookups to him, he noticed them once they put themselves out in front of him

But you

Nate noticed you the second you walked into any party

Maybe it was because when you walked in, people rushed to you to say hi and kiss and hug

But he couldn't deny that when he arrived at any party, part of him was scanning the room for you

Nate fucking hated it

He couldn't even admit it to himself that he piqued an interest in you

He reminded himself that he wasn't gay, he wasn't a f@g he would say to himself

Nate was tipsy and couldn't take his eyes off of you

He would try to find things he hated about you, but he just thought of how hot you looked as you danced with your friends, guys all up on you after they've had a couple of drinks

He noticed you were heading to the bathroom, so after taking a quick shot of whatever he could find, he followed you

Once you got into the bathroom of whoever was hosting that night, Nate forced his way in and locked the door behind him

"What the fuck Nate!?" You shout, scared by the current situation

"Shut up.." Nate mumbles as he gets closer to you

His rough hand cups your cheek

You look up at the muscular Jock, his eyes hazy looking into yours

Nate focused on your lips, then your eyes, then your lips again

His hand was warm on your cheek

He gave in finally and kissed you

It felt warm, definitely wet and definitely very passionate

Like Nate had been waiting a while to do this

A moan slipped out of your mouth into his as the two of you made out

Nate's other hand snaking around your waist

You can feel his muscles against your body as Nate moans into your mouth, his hand on your cheek feeling hot

Nate's tongue toyed with yours as you closed your eyes, his fingers tracing circles on your skin

You felt his hard-on poke you, Nate groaning into your mouth as he pushes his dick against yours

He picks you up, Nate's strong, huge arms holding you up from under your thighs, your arms around his neck as the two of you keep making out

The sound of lips crashing against one another and muffled moans echo inside the bathroom

Nate grinds his hard dick up against your ass

You feel lightheaded and hot, breaking the kiss and gasping for air, resting your forehead on Nate's built shoulder

"Hey... Help me out here, [Name]" Nate whispers breathlessly into your ear, making a point of grinding up against you

"Oh yeah? And how should I do that?" You reply, just as breathlessly

More kissing takes place as Nate lets you down from his arms

His hot tongue dancing around yours, Nate's rough, big hands rubbing all over your body

You get on your knees and Nate leans against the sink counter, his body looking godly as you look up at Nate with hooded eyes

He was big, you could feel it through his loose shorts

You remember little from that night, but you definitely remember the sounds that Nate made, he was convinced that was the best head of his life

The two of you became a regular thing, he would bully u less in exchange for late-night hookups in his car

He would pull up to your house, text you to come outside and wouldn't say a word to you until he pulled up to your hookup spot

The drive over was always interesting, you'd always wear something Nate liked, you could see his dick hard in his pants and Nate would look over at every chance he got but he would stay silent

He would put your seat down and start kissing you, the windows steaming up as the two of you dry hump each other as you make out

He would start gently with you, but soon Nate would get too horny and fuck you senseless

It was never more than that, you didn't allow yourself to fall for Nate cause he bullied u and was a closeted cunt

He was a dick after the two of you fucked, he would let you both calm down and then tell you to dress back up

He'd drive you home and say "night" and that's all

But Nate was surely falling for you though, after sex he could pretend to fall asleep just to hold you

His big body on top of yours, your cum and his drying on yours and his stomach, sweat making you stick to his seat but tiredness allowing you to fall asleep with him

He liked how big he was compared to you, Nate would get up after you fell asleep and admire you

He hated himself for it, but in the moment he couldn't care less

You looked hot, covered in his spit and sweat and cum, looking peaceful and moonlit as you sleep

Nate eventually invested in baby wipes that he would keep in his car, wiping you down gently as you slept, dressing you up and driving you home, but once you woke up, Nate would continue with his silence and drop you home with a short "night"

But you'd notice... you were wearing his sweatshirt

His massive sweatshirt which smelt like him and felt warm against your skin...

Fuck. You like the cunt that bullied you relentlessly...

AND he is very much closeted!!

But after that, the two of u became somewhat exclusive (only secretly) Nate really showed how toxic he gets

Cause nobody knew the two of you were a thing, girls would jump on him and he would do nothing about it

Maddy didn't dare talk to him, she was better than that, but other girls definitely tried to get with Nate

He never actually did anything with them, but Nate didn't care that you saw how they all flirted with him, and he really didn't care how that made you feel

Most nights would end in arguments over text on Nate's harem of girls who would flirt with him

He would always play innocent and call you crazy, but you'd never let him gaslight you, so most nights the two of you wouldn't be on talking terms

That is until he goes through the effort of posting an "I'm sorry" card through your letterbox

He won your little game every time he apologised 'cause you're always sure he means it, that is until he fucks up again the next day

One day you had enough, binned his letter and stopped talking to him

Nate was fuming, he had spent 6 hours in the gym that day

You had 23 un-opened snaps and messages from him

It stressed him out you wouldn't talk to him - he did like you, he was also frustrated that you were withholding sex, but most of all he was terrified you would out him

He heard that you had a free house that day and turned up at your house, forcing his way in when you opened the door - reminiscing of that first night

A lot of shouting ensued

But after that... a LOT of making out followed

You were sat on your bed, grinding against each other as you sat on Nate's lap as you made out for ages

Once Nate started begging you to let him fuck you, you stripped down for him

At some point during the night, you thought you had broken your bed, purely from the amount of creaking you two were causing

But the night ended well nonetheless

Nate made you watch as he blocked every single one of the girls who liked him

The two of you made out until you were too tired to keep going

Nate slept over for the first time, and he felt comfortable

Your body against his, sleeping on his huge chest

For the first time ever, Nate wasn't arguing with himself over his very homo actions

He just let himself feel you and enjoy you as he fell asleep

[venusbyline]

I dropped your hand: Boyfriend!Nate Jacobs x Female!Reader

-> SUMMARY: ❝ Nate knew he was a fucking coward who didn't know how treating you the way you deserve. ❞

-> heyyy i wrote this while i watched the All Too Well: Short Film (by Taylor Swift), so i did it based on that AMAZING dialogue between Sadie Sink and Dylan O'brien. it's definitely my favorite mv since the release.

⚠️: Angst and Fluff, Open Ending, arguing, cursing, gaslighting mentioned, established relationship, Nate's typical sexist thoughts, unhealthy relationship, Nate's a bad boyfriend (as usual), Based on a scene from All Too Well: Short Film, no use of y/n.

"Fuck... are you kidding me? Stop looking at me like that, that's so fucked up." Nate grumbled hoarsely the moment he watched your pretty eyes fill with tears.

You pretended being tough and you snorted then, turning your body to look at yourself in the bathroom mirror, starting to wash the makeup that still remained on your face. But Nate knew you better than anyone. He knew your mask of indifference just didn't match those reactions a little while ago. After all the yelling, you had no reason to lie and pretend like you didn't even want or need an apology.

Nate knew he fucked up everything at that party. He shouldn't left you alone surrounded by other drunk stupid guys, the ones you didn't even know. He also shouldn't ignored you when you sat next to him and his friends. But the worst moment was when he dropped your hand and mocked you as a fucking clingy girlfriend when you tried holding his fingers again.

Damn, he shouldn't have done a lot of things. He knew he had been an asshole to you. He was an asshole to a lot of people, but at least he used to try his best not to disappoint and hurt you. Something he failed most of the time... like that night.

"Hey, hey, hey! C'mon, baby... You know I don't wanna fight with you, princess." He tried hard to hide his trembling voice, his throat burning from drinking hours before and then yelling aggressively at you, also gaslighting when you tried to explain your feelings.

"Nate..." You warned as he hugged you from behind, his strong big body practically covering yours, putting his arms around your collarbone in an soft way so he could kiss the top of your head and look at you two in the mirror at the same time.

"I'm sorry, baby... I dropped your hand." He left a kiss on your hair, enjoying your shampoo's good smell and kissing there again. "Hey... I'm serious, okay? I'm really sorry, princess."

He gently took you by the shoulders to turn you around and face him, so he could dry your crystal tears with his long fingers, seeing you give him a slight embarrassed smile. Nate felt his chest ached with fault at not being able to let off steam.

He would always rather you crying because you thought you weren't good enough for his womanizer but rigorous bad boy reputation, than admit that he was only afraid of looking like a vulnerable and weak man around the other people... a hopeless romantic, madly in love with you. Nate Jacobs was a fucking coward and he knew that.

[stvrkeysgal]

i hate you, i love you - nate jacobs

summary: would you and nate finally get to talk about the past, and reconcile?

warnings: smut! oral (f!receiving), fingering, unprotected sex but you're on the pill. technically hate sex but okay :p

nate and you had something going on in the past. he was your situationship— as fucked up as that sounds. nate made you feel so much and so little at once back then. he made you feel euphoric each time he'd hold you in bed and tell you how much he loved being with you, and shattered your heart when he finally cracked and told you he didn't want anything serious at all.

so, here you are now.

you found yourself at a house party thrown by someone from your uni— or was it a senior? you didn't bother to know or care. your friend dragged you into joining her despite your unfathomed resistance to her invitation.

"will nate be there?" was the first question to leave your mouth when you hesitantly agreed. she said no, but something about her response seemed skeptical to you. but for the sake of finally spending time with her, you decided to ignore it.

when you arrived at the party, the smell of alcohol immediately hits your senses. It seemed inviting enough, and it had you motivated enough to get wasted and drunk as fuck.

not even an hour later, you found yourself dancing with some guy, one hand of yours holding a red solo cup and the other placed on his shoulder when you met his eyes. you could feel nate's glare from across the room, slowly breaking down your walls of defiance built just for him.

nate tore his gaze away from you then, and focused on the blonde girl in his arms. you recognized her to be one of the senior flings he had. it was as if it's intentional because he knew how much you loathed it when he talked to her when you two were still something.

it didn't surprise you at all, that nate would go around and flirt or fuck other girls after you. he had a reputation with many girls (which is one of the reasons why he decided to call the whole thing off), and "how good he was in bed." no doubt, he is. you could attest to that.

you eyed the two of them with pure jealousy and thoughts about how you wished that was you instead.

the guy you were with looked at you with a knowing expression on his face as if suggesting you get back at nate. a smirk made its way on your face, then took his suggestion and leaned in to kiss him. it wasn't that bad— his face had a rough stubble on it, but the way his lips felt soft against you made up for it. "i'm cole, by the way." cole says against your lips with a smile, as you told him your name. he was surprisingly good at this, and you kissed him once again.

but something in you wished it was nate you were kissing instead. the thought clawed at your mind, tormenting you and your emotions.

nate saw this, and the sight of you kissing someone else ignited a weird feeling in him. he was seething mad, which made him pull the blonde girl onto the dance floor and shamelessly make out with her on the spot. he was standing next to you when he did it, a smug smile was on his face when he confirmed that you saw it.

anger bubbled up in your senses then, which made you drag cole outside of the house. he didn't question your actions and just smirked instead, letting you lead him to the backyard to make out with him some more. it wasn't for satisfaction, but to get rid of the thoughts about nate that invaded your mind.

๑・° ⊹ . + ° . ๑

the sound of leaves rustling from behind you made you pull away from cole. to your surprise, it was nate. without the blonde. seeing him tensed up, face red from anger proved you triumphant. the sight of you kissing someone else— someone that wasn't nate, had him trembling in envy.

"get lost, cole." nate turns to cole then, which made him back away from you but not before saying, "i'll see you around."

once cole was out, you stood up and leveled with nate. "what the fuck, nate? what are you even doing here?" your first instinct was to yell at him, which you did. "you really think you can make out with some dumbass when you're around me, huh?"

"didn't you do the same thing? what's it to you? why do you care?" he stood in silence for a few moments, taking in the sight of you. "what do you want from me? you can't just come up to me after months. you didn't want me, and now you're confronting me about this."

everything in nate screamed to touch you, kiss you once again. but he held the urges back. when he remained silent, you took that as an opportunity to continue talking. "you're a fucking asshole, you—" nate's lips came crashing on you, which cut you off. he kissed you hard, eyes closed as if he was savoring this moment. your heart fluttered at the action, as you practically melted into the kiss.

nate pulls away from you then, while the two of you tried to catch your breaths. "what the fuck?" you muttered absentmindedly.

without saying anything else, nate drags you with him and headed to the nearest bathroom.

if someone told you about all this— nate kissing you in a house party, and him dragging you into the bathroom to do god knows what, you'd be laughing straight in their face.

but it's happening.

"what the fuck are you doing?" nate reached for the button of your jeans and unlocks it swiftly. "shut the fuck up." he crashes his lips on lips onto yours again, this time pulling your jeans down. the action felt all too familiar. you just didn't expect it to happen at a house party once again. nate unzipped his pants then, pulled them down and lowered himself so he was leveled to your core.

his fingers reached for your panties, smirking at the sight of your wetness before leaning in to kiss your center. a soft gasp left your lips at the contact, a hand of yours immediately covered your mouth. he pulls the fabric aside then, before licking a stripe up your pussy and hummed. "you taste as good as i remembered." nate wrapped his lips around your clit then, and sucked on it.

"and you feel as good as i remembered." with that, nate goes straight in and devours you as if there was no tomorrow. you reached out to grab at his hair, tugging hard in order to keep yourself from making too much noises. he groans against your skin, the vibrations making your knees buckle. "fuck, keep going, please." and so he does.

two of his fingers circled your entrance before they got pushed inside you with little to no resistance. nate smirks at how wet you were, before he moved them inside you fast.

nate's fingers reached your soft spot, repeatedly hitting it which made your legs tremble, at the same time making you moan louder. "yeah, are you gonna cum?" nate asks, his voice hoarse. before you could even respond, his fingers increased its pace, leaving you gripping on his hair harder. "fuck yeah, i am." just then, your orgams came crashing down on you, eyes closed and head thrown back against the bathroom mirror as you came.

nate pulls away then, sucking his fingers. he pulled his pants and boxers down, revealing his already hard length. so it's happening again, you thought.

he didn't wait for your permission before sliding his cock inside you with ease. "shit, you're so tight," nate says against gritted teeth, his hips slamming into you fast and hard.

"i fucking hate you so much for making me feel this way. you drive me crazy." your head spun at the sudden confession; all you could do was moan pathetically in response. "i hate that you could just breathe around me and have me weak in the knees. i hate you so much," so his actions from earlier made immediate sense. he was jealous of you and cole.

"what... what are you saying?" nate pulls your chin so you are forced to meet his eyes. "i'm fucking jealous of cole and how he kissed you. that should've been me." you clenched around his length and felt nate's thrusts sped up. "i hate you so much it drives me insane."

nate's secrets spilled all at once. you knew he wasn't the type of person to just reveal everything in one go. but this? this was him being vulnerable and, at the same time keeping the walls up he's built for himself.

you've finally tore them down.

his face buried in the crook of your neck, softly biting at your sensitive spot with had your orgasm coming. you felt his length twitch inside you, which meant he was close. "you're on the pill, right?" you nodded in response.

in three particular thrusts, nate spills inside of you. he holds you against the bathroom counter for a while and when you turned, you see the mirrors fogged up from your previous activities with nate.

"did you mean all that?" you asked after a few minutes of silence. nate looks at you with wide-blown eyes, the sight having you weak in the knees. he looked so vulnerable at this moment. you loved it. "i do. and i'm sorry about everything. i shouldn't have let you go then. i want you back. i'll do everything."

butterflies fluttered in your stomach, this monent making you feel high than any other drugs or alcohol you've ever had. nate kisses you again, softly this time, in contrast to the ones he gave you earlier. "apology accepted, nate jacobs."

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a/n: this is a BAD attempt at hate sex. also this was the request from god knows how long ago. i loved writing this but this isnt proofread 😭 i rewrote some parts of this shit because i wasn't satisfied

for context, that was the request and i'm finally glad to have another work for jacob 😭🫶🏻 i missed writing for him istg. thanks for the request anon i love u so much

[mbsneur]

I want to show you something

Alessia Russo x Williamson!reader

Summary: Your big sister wins the European Championships and you think you can celebrate normally

Warnings: Fluff,angst?,maybe bad writing

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(it's probably poorly written it's not my best and it has a weird ending and it‘s a really short one)

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The final whistle sounds and the whole Wembley Stadium screams out everyone cheers and hugs. Your big sister has made history with her girls, becoming European champions for the very first time and in their own country

You jump into your brother Jacob's arms. Tears of joy run down your cheeks. Your emotions are going crazy. You're so happy for your sister

Leah falls into Millie's arms full of tears. Ella jumps into Alessia's arms. Everyone is happy in their own way. You haven't seen her so happy in a long time

After the first great joy was over, the girls went to stand for the German team so that they could pick up their silver medals. Then it was their turn. Each of the girls picked up their own gold medal. Leah went last, she carried the trophy

The girls waited eagerly for Leah. They all counted down and with a big jerk the girls jumped up and lifted the trophy

After Leah celebrated with her girls on the field, everyone went to their families to bring them to the field

Leah ran straight into your arms and lifted you from the stands to hug you tighter

“I’m so proud of you Lee” you tell her in your tight embrace

Leah couldn't say anything, tears just flowed down her cheeks and she hugged you tighter

She let go of you to hug your brother. You saw Nikita come up to you and give you a big hug. The rest of the team came to hug you but you were only waiting for one person

You looked around and looked for her but didn't find her. You felt Leah pull your arm and pull you into the middle of the field and then you saw the familiar face that you were looking for the whole time

alessia. She literally jumped on you and took you tightly in her arms and cut off your breath

"I'm so incredibly happy to see you here y/n"

she screams

"and so am I" You said laughing, squeezing her tighter

“Come with me, I want to show you something,” she moves away from you to take your head in her hands

She took your hand and pulled you towards the changing room

She pulled you down the long hallway until you got to the lionesses' cabins. She pulled you into the toilets

"lessi where are you taking me" you say smiling and tramp after her

“Just let yourself be surprised,” she says, her cleats echoing across the floor

She opened the door to the toilets, pulled you in and closed the door behind you

As soon as the door is closed she presses her lips to yours. Your eyebrows furrowed. You feel slightly confused about the kiss. You don't know if it's just the flood of her emotions

You pulled back slightly and she looked at you with her bright blue eyes. Never in your life had you seen Alessia so close to you and her eyes so bright

"lessi what will it be" you say shocked

"You know I once told you when I was drunk that I've had feelings for you for a long time we never talked about it again and it broke me that I never spoke to you about it again"

You couldn't answer. You just pressed your lips against hers again and pulled her into a painful kiss. You try to get control of the kiss but Alessia pushes you against the wall and her hands move up and down on your hips

She moans softly into your mouth, which gives you the opportunity to stick your tongue between her lips. Your head hits the wall and Alessia starts kissing you harder than before

"y/n where are you we want to go to the after party soon"

you hear your big sister screaming in the changing rooms

“fuck lessi shit stop leah is here” you said in a panic

"Calm down, she won't come in here" Alessia says and starts to push your head up to get access to your neck

You tilt your head back and groan

Leah comes to the toilets and opens the door

“What the fuck is going on here oh my god” she says almost screaming and her eyes widen

Keira and Lucy follow her

Lucy steps into the bathroom next to the shocked Leah Lucy starts laughing loudly

"Oh oh oh Keira come here" she says laughing loudly

"How long has this shit been going on with you guys? Did you plan on telling me at some point?" Leah says, visibly upset

"It's not long- it's nothing i- le-"

you say frozen, embarrassed that she caught you already

"I really don't have to give myself that" Leah says angrily and turns around and leaves

You wanted to go after her and stop her but Lucy steps in front of you and stops you

“Give her some time she’ll cool off” she says with a laugh and turns her back to you

You look at Alessia who just shrugs her shoulders

[chezzywezzy]

Yandere Jacob Black (3/10)

TW: borderline SA (you've probably seen the film lol) not from love interests

WC: 3k

“I think Jessica wish we got there earlier,” R joked as Bella and her perused the small bookstore, ogling some identification books.

“Why do you think that?” Bella inquired cautiously.

“She was complaining about how impossible it was to get a tan,” R chuckled. “I can’t wait to see the photos Angela snagged, though.”

The girls made their purchase and started walking down the hill to where the restaurant - and the car - had been parked. It was quiet between them, but no longer awkward. People change, so perhaps Bella had decided to start rebuilding relationships now that she was an adult, which R was grateful for. 

“So… what’s it like between you and Jake?” she suddenly asked.

“What do you mean?”

“Have you two always been just friends?”

“Yes. He’s always been a closer bond to me than even family,” R expressed. “I’m lucky to have someone like him in my life. Why do you ask?”

Bella paused. “I was just wondering, I guess.”

R nodded, her eyes flickering back to the sidewalk. They were almost at the end of the alleyway. Suddenly, two stumbling young men turned a corner. It took hardly a second for their eyes to notice the girls and grin.

Bella didn’t seem to clock it immediately, but R grabbed her arm. “Bella, let’s go the other way. Now.”

“Hey, girlies, where you goin’?” One shouted, his comrade chuckling.

Bella frowned and starting walking the opposite way. R urged her to move faster, pushing her ahead and muttering,” run the moment we turn the corner, okay?”

Despite how dead drunk the men were, they were quick to fasten their speed. The girls rounded the bend and both took off running. Although Bella was a slower runner, R was determined to stay right on her tail just in case, coaxing her faster with slight pressure on her back. The men shouted angrily after her, but Bella suddenly came to a stop, forcing R to collide. More men were approaching from the front, and Bella had to swerve to avoid them, but was more panicked about helping R get off the ground.

R had skidded onto her back and felt a shock cut through her ankle and lower back, but adrenal cleared her vision enough to be cognizant of grabbing Bella’s hand. By the time both women were stabilized, the group of men had all but surrounded them, pushing up against them and grabbing their appendages.

“That was quite a fall you took,” one slurred, grinning into R’s terrified expression.

“Why don’t you come hang with us?”

“We could show you… a go-great time.”

“Let us go, you motherfuckers,” R shrieked at the top of her lungs, kicking and trying to wrangle free. Bella was frozen in place and afraid of the greasy hands that pawed at her, hyperventilating. Tears sprung to her eyes and R was beginning to be overwhelmed with panic. She twisted her arm awkwardly, relinquishing their grip for a moment and kicking the other one that held her in place in the knee, sending him to the ground. 

Bella was suddenly pulled away as they all ‘woah’ed in caution. 

“That was a very dangerous maneuver,” one slurred into Bella’s ear. R was about to be grabbed again but reached over and grabbed onto one’s hair, pushing him into the other. Both stumbled and Bella was able to wrangle free.

Three men clamped onto R’s shoulders and pulled her back and Bella had a moment of conflict, but knew their best shot was to grab help. She took off running across the dark parking lot just as a car swerved into it. Bella fell back as it nearly grazed her. The car suddenly halted its breaks and made a sharp turn, sending the group back onto the ground. R’s ankle hurt but she was quick to recuperate, climbing off the gravel. Her knees were surely scraped up, but she hardly felt it.

The men leered angrily at the interruption. Edward of all people suddenly darted out of the driver’s seat, quick to grab R’s arms and scoop underneath her for support. The men were still dazed and cussed at him, but clearly felt defeated. R was piled into the passenger seat and he assisted in getting Bella into he back.

Both girls were panting as R slammed on on the pedal, almost colliding into them, but changed the gear, reversing out of the parking lot with surprising skill.

R wiped her face with dirtied and bloodied hands. Both knees were bleeding and her ankle and lower back throbbed. She was panting, but the first thing on her mind was checking the back seat to ensure the safety of her younger sister, who was staring back but seemed less scratched up than her.

“Are you okay?” Edward growled, breathing heavily. He gripped the steering wheel so tightly his already pale knuckles turned whiter and he leered over it, back hunched.

“I’m okay,” R stuttered, wide-eyed and dazed.

“Who - who are you?” Bella asked instantly, suddenly cognizant of the fact that the man was swerving and speeding down main roads and honks echoed from all sides.

“Edward. You’r sister’s classmate,” the man seethed. “And no, you’re not fucking okay. You - you’re all banged up. I should turn around right now and tear their heads off —“

“No - no!” R shouted, grabbing her seatbelt that she hadn’t even noticed Edward click in place for her. “You shouldn’t do that. Edward, how - how did you find us?”

“I was in the area,” he replied at an accelerated speed. “I heard you both.”

“Well - thanks,” Bella said, just as bewildered and overwhelmed. 

“Where are you driving? Our car’s back there.”

Edward gulped deeply still incredibly angry but was capable of forming thoughts. “Just - away from there. I’ll turn around.”

“We parked in front of the Italian place,” Bella was quick to inform. “Th - thank you for saving us.”

“Yes,” R insisted. “Thank you, Edward.  I don’t… I don’t know what would’ve happened if…” R gulped and cast her glance at the window.

“It’s… it’s a little warm in here,” Bella mumbled, fiddling with her hands.

At that moment, both R and Edward reached over toward the dial. Their fingers touched, and she was almost reluctant to turn it from how frigid his hands were. It seemed to be his natural state, though, so she allowed the man to turn it off.

 R could hardly process his sudden appearance, but there was hardly a better explanation for his rescue, so she was glad. Although it seemed that it could’ve been any woman he could’ve rescued, she was almost flattered by how protectively furious he was. She wondered if there was a deeper reason than being a gentleman.

“Thank you, Edward,” R insisted, sending a small, reassuring grin.

“You don’t need to thank me,” he blurted, his fury dissipating. “I should make sure you get some food.”

“That was already the plan,” R agreed. “But seriously, I can pay if you’re hungry —“

“I’ll pay. It’s my treat. Please allow me to pay. Besides, I already ate half an hour ago.”

R felt her heart flutter reluctantly. “Are you sure…?”

“Thanks,” Bella eagerly replied. “That’s really nice of you, Edward.”

R grinned sheepishly as they pulled in front of the restaurant, parking right behind her vehicle. They sat for a moment, waiting for the car to turn off. R went for the handle, but Edward hopped over the hood and opened the door before her, holding a hand out from her to grab as she stumbled out. He looked appalled at the state of her as he helped the woman up the steps. Bella trailed behind to prevent R from falling. She felt slightly embarrassed by how people were glancing at her.

When ordering, R asked for the food to go, and neither company disagreed with the notion.

Dinner went smoothly and was quite relaxing. Afterward, Edward even insisted on driving them home, and one R realized it would be agonizing to press any pedals, she agreed. The drive home was just as quiet yet calm. Edward had taken R’s car home, mumbling about how retrieving it would be easy, and R had gathered he was stubbornly generous.

Edward dropped Bella off first. And when Edward pulled into R’s driveway, he asked to come in with her under the notion of tending to her wounds. R had almost forgotten about how traumatizing it was earlier, putting rose colored shades over the experience; Edward was so kind and courteous. She agreed without a second thought.

Her cheeks stayed red for the entire walk inside. Edward’s touch was chilly yet not unwelcome.

“I really can’t thank you enough,” R reiterated as Edward knelt in front of her as she sat on the couch. He had grabbed the first aid kit from the bathroom, sorting through all the items. 

Edward gave her a small smile and applied some alcohol to her knee scrape. She hissed, and although Edward looked incredibly uncomfortable throughout it all - for a man the son of a doctor especially - he was gentle and timid and careful with his placing of the bandages.

He bandaged her in silence. Once he was done, Edward stood abruptly and nodded. “I should get going. I hope you have a good night.”

R walked after him toward the front door, suddenly alert of how cold he had become. She felt bold and grabbed his wrist. Edward sent another polite smile. “Are you alright?”

R blushed furiously and glanced down. He looked so handsome in the dim light of the front door. “I - yes, I just… I’ll see you on Monday.”

She felt bold in that moment, rising on her tippy toes and planting a quick yet firm kiss on his cold cheek. Edward, although pleased, almost looked as though he expected hit. A gentle smile grew on his lips and he patted her head. With that interaction complete, he dipped out of the front door.

R shut it, stunned by her own bravery. It took a moment for her to gasp and look out the window, remember Edward did not have his own vehicle.

But the man had disappeared into the night, and her car remained.

~~~

R groaned at the sudden sound of her phone buzzing intensely from the living room.  Somehow, she had slept right through her alarm an d when glancing at her clock, confirmed it couldn’t have been too long after going off. It was only nine-seventeen, after all. 

She rolled out of bed slowly, praying for the phone to give up. It did, but only momentarily. There was only one person who would be so insistent about getting a hold of her, so she mustered the strength to trudge to the living room.

Her ankle and lower back were throbbing numbly and the rest of her body had a slight tremble to it. She plopped on the couch and picked up.

“Hey, cubby,” R groaned, coughing momentarily to clear her voice. “What's up?”

“Are you okay? What took you so long to pick up? You sound like shit. You weren’t drinking without me, were you?” the man rushed, paranoia lacing his voice.

R cackled. “No, Jacob. It was just a… rough night. What’s up?”

“I wanted to work on my scrap metal. You know, hun, the motorcycle you salvaged. Come over?”

“I would, but I don’t think I’m too fit for driving right now,” R sighed. 

“Wait, what? What do you mean? I’ll be right over.”

Before R could explain, the man had hung up. She knew he was a stubborn man who worried about even a paper cut and that no amount of returned calls would dissuade him from popping by. R just sat on the couch to watch tv after heating up her leftovers from last night.

Despite the horror and despite the pain, there was still a lingering fuzziness to her every time she remembered how heroic and kind Edward was. He had always had a cold exterior to everyone else but his family at school; it made her feel special.

The lock turned and Jacob came barreling in. R was certain he’d been so fast that he’d just taken the car keys and fled, desiring more to seek forgiveness than permission. 

R was still in her leaf pajama set which was a bottom up satin design and shorts. It meant the entirety of her injuries were on display. And the fact that she hadn’t even freshened herself up first made everything look worse than it was.

“R…! What the hell happened, lock?” he hollered, sitting on the couch next to her instantly and grabbing her thigh gently. 

The woman sighed in vague irritation, which made Jacob tick with anticipation, giving a light squeeze to her skin. “Bella and I went up to Port Angelos. We were walking back to the car when a bunch of guys got the jump on us. But it ended up being okay because Edward - the guy I like - just… showed up when he heard us screaming out of nowhere. It was really, really lucky. He bought us dinner and drove me home and treated my wounds and everything. Although I think he has a phobia of blood because he looked absolutely agonized the entire time.”

Jacob’s expression throughout the story darkened and did so even after hearing about Edward’s appearance.

“Why… why didn’t you call me, hun?”

“Edward had it under control, cubby. Besides, I know you usually have a backlog of machinery to fix up Saturday nights.”

“I don’t care! -! Fuck. Whatever, I guess. You shouldn’t have even gotten out of bed, though. Seriously, R, you should get your head out of the clouds.”

R grinned and patted his back in appreciation. “I swear, what would I ever do without you to fuss over me?”

Jacob, with ease and precision, looped his arms underneath R and lifted her with ease. R shrieked in surprise and immediately wound her arms around his neck. Jacob had never been known for his strength and was always rather spindly and thin, but things had changed in the last few weeks. All of a sudden, he was carrying R’s full weight without even a grunt of discomfort.

“I guess puberty really is finally hitting,” R teased as Jacob lay her down in the bed and immediately tossed the covers back over her, even going so far as the bunch the blanket around her silhouette to truly trap her.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m going to raid your cupboard for some soup, okay?”

“Jake, I have a twisted ankle, not the flu.”

“I’m not taking that risk,” he sneered, and R was taken aback by the… anger.

Jacob was changing. Perhaps mood swings were a part of that. Either way, she stayed settled under the blanket until the man returned with a bowl of soup and an array of painkillers. R went to unfurl her arms, but Jacob placed a hand on her shoulder.

“Don’t worry about it.”

He spoon-fed her the soup. R couldn’t help but recall all the times he’d been protective. There had always been a light undertone to it. But Jacob Black had a grim aura to him. Granted, nothing that serious had ever happened before, but… she didn’t want to worry him further by changing the topic to lightheartedly ranting about Edward, who had so swiftly captured her attention and adoration.

[lacevenom]

after party ☆ 𓂂 ˚ ☆. ꙳

PAIRING : embry call x short!fem!reader

A/N : this is my first Embry smut and I’m so nervous to post it help me. you’re both 18 +

WARNINGS : smut. king size & probably my bad writing

MENTIONS : mention of being tipsy. riding. ass grabbing. sort of soft smut. cursing. dirty talk. pet names. embry being soft and sweet.

—🦌

having a older half sister who’s dating a vampire brought yourself into a supernatural world full of werewolves. through your chilhood best friend Jacob. you met Embry and Embry imprinted on you.

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after the bonfire you and your imprinter were invited to. you both got a little tipsy. but not that bad.

of course you couldn’t go home even if you were a little tipsy, your dad was still the chief he’d immediately smell the alcohol. so you and Embry decided to go to Emily’s and Sam’s while you told your dad you’re having a sleepover with a friend.

It’s wasn’t like Bella wasn’t always lying about it.

so you did it too for once.

no one of you knew how but you ended up in Embry’s lap straggling him as his face was nuzzled in your neck, his hands gently placed on your hips, in Emily’s and Sam’s cabin.

you’ve gone upstairs into one of the bedrooms they don’t use anyway—sitting on the couch.

embry was used to you getting needy when you’re drunk. but he was a gentleman and always told you to go to sleep.

but tonight you were only tipsy so he decided to give in for once.

your skirt was a little pushed up embry’s length was buried deep in your warm tight hole. embry mumbled into your neck as he left gentle soft kisses. “there you go. you’re alright, pretty thing?”

you nodded lightly, biting your lip softly and whimpering as you tried adjusting to his size. “yes… just …gotta adjust.”

"take your time, sweetheart..." he whispered softly against your neck, one hand gently rubbing circles on your hip while the other held your waist securely. his breath was warm against your skin, and you could feel him being extra careful not to thrust up into you, despite how good you felt wrapped around him. Embry knew you were small so he was being extra careful—he was scared that he’d break you.

"mhm..." he hummed softly as your small body slowly adjusted to his size. he was big, around 9 inches long and thick, making you whimper softly every time you wiggled or moved. your small body was literally stuffed full of him. "Baby?"

“hmm?” you mumbled back as you moved slowly, soft whimpers escaping from your lips as you felt his length filling you up.

"does it hurt, pretty thing?" he asked softly, his voice laced with concern. He knew he was big, and you were so small and tight. he didn't want to cause you any pain. His hips remained still, giving you all the time in the world to adjust to his size.

you shook your head gently. moving again. trying to adjust.

"mhmm, okay." he whispered, one hand sliding around to find your clit. "your pussy feels amazing, baby," he began to gently massage it in time with his thrusts, wanting to make sure you were enjoying every part of this as much as he was. "tell me if I'm going too hard..."

you nodded and bit your lip, a small whimper escaping your lips as he rubbed your clit. you finally settled completely onto his length. your breath hitching slightly. "mhmm... I think I'm good now," you murmured, your fingers digging slightly into Embry’s shoulders. he felt you finally settle completely onto his length, filling him with a sense of relief and satisfaction. he could feel how tiny you were compared to his size, like a glove made just for him. "Good girl," he praised softly, nuzzling your neck.

you giggled softly and blushed at his praise, your head tilting to the side to give him better access to your neck. his kisses felt so gentle and loving. "does it feel good?" you asked curiously, grinding your hips slightly to test the fit.

a low groan escaped Embry's lips as you ground your hips experimentally, sending delicious waves of pleasure through him. "hmm…yeah, it feels incredible," he murmured, his grip on your waist tightening slightly. he pressed another kiss to your neck, sucking gently—a love bite forming.

you moaned softly, your hips moving a bit more deliberately now, finding a rhythm that felt good for both of you.

"mhm, you take me so well, pretty thing," Embry growled softly, his hips now moving in tandem with yours, thrusting up gently to meet your movements. one hand slid underneath your skirt, squeezing your ass encouragingly as he felt you begin to ride him more confidently.

you gasped as Embry’s hand gripped your ass, sending tingles of pleasure up your spine. you arched your back, pressing your chest against his as you rode him harder, your hips rolling in a perfect rhythm. "Oh fuck," you panted, gripping his shoulders tighter for leverage.

"that's it, ride my cock just like that," Embry groaned, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your ass as he helped guide your hips. He could feel every delicious inch of you squeezing him tightly, threatening to push him over the edge. "fuck, baby, you're amazing,"

your breathing grew heavier, your movements becoming more frantic as you chased your own pleasure. "Oh gosh, I'm gonna come," you whimpered, your fingers digging into Embry’s shoulders.

"come for me, sweetheart," Embry urged, his voice low and husky with desire. he squeezed your ass harder, pulling you down onto his length as he thrust up into you, determined to send you over the edge. "I've got you, just let go," you squeezed your eyes shut as you came, crying out silently as your movements got slower. you tighten around him. squishing him as you tried riding your climax out.

"I'm not gonna last," he panted, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he began to thrust up into you harder, faster. he could feel his balls tightening as he got closer and closer to his own orgasm.

his movement became almost feral as he chased his release. he buried his face in your neck, biting down gently as he finally let go, his hot cum flooding your insides. "holy fuck.” he stayed buried deep inside you as he came down from his high, his breathing heavy and ragged. "you're gonna be walking funny for a while, petty thing," he chuckled weakly, pressing soft kisses along your collarbone.

[all444glo]

LOVE GALORE

🎞️: You love your girls a little too much for Anthonys liking….

⚠️: drunk!y/n, possessive behavior, toxic codependency, jealous/obsessive dom!anthony, heavy breeding kink, choking, slapping, name-calling, rough sex, degradation, praise,

You were drunk off bottomless mimosas, sprawled out across a cushioned lounge chair on a yacht that wasn’t yours, surrounded by girls that loved too loud and drank too much. Your denim strapless mini dress had ridden up just enough for you to forget to pull it back down, and your eyes were half-lidded from a mix of champagne, tequila, and the sun.

Bare feet danced across slick yacht floors, orange slices floating in half-finished glasses. Someone had rolled on the upper deck, and the air was thick with smoke and high-pitched laughter. It wasn’t brunch anymore—it was a party. And your crew were the main characters.

“Damn, you so cute,” you whispered into your bestfriends Leyah’s neck, giggling as your fingers slid through the ends of her hair. You kissed just under her ear and she squealed, blushing all up in your space like she wasn’t already boo’d up.

“I need Jacob to let up off you for one night,” you slurred, tucking her hair behind her ear just to do it.

She laughed, a hand brushing your thigh. “You better stop before they throw both our asses overboard.”

But you didn’t stop. The boat was rocking slow beneath you, the music was too loud, and your friends were hyping you from across the deck like you weren’t halfway in someone else’s relationship.

What you didn’t see—what you would’ve seen if you hadn’t been so wrapped up in the high of it all—was Anthony blowing your phone up.

Not just your phone.

Leyah’s. Mari’s. Kiki’s. Even the spam account you forgot he still had the login to.

He was watching every story, screen-recording your laugh, your glassy eyes, the way you kissed Leyah’s neck like you didn’t give a fuck.

And maybe you didn’t.

But he did.

Anthony was sitting at home damn near vibrating, phone in his lap, insecurity knotting itself in his chest. He wasn’t stupid. He already knew the excuses.

It was a joke. It wasn’t that serious. We always play like that.

And that was the shit that made his skin crawl.

By the time the sun started to dip and you were being dragged off the yacht, sunglasses crooked on your face and heels in your hand, your phone was dead and your voice was hoarse from laughing.

You were laid across Leyah’s backseat, head lolled to the side, still buzzing. The wind from the open window was drying the sweat on your skin, and every few seconds you’d sit up, then slump back down like your body was fighting sleep and want at the same time.

“Call Anthony,”you mumbled, eyes barely open. “I miss my nigga.”

“Girl, you ‘bout to see him right now,” Leyah said gently, glancing at you through the mirror.

“But I miss him,” you pouted, like you weren’t on the way to his house already. “Like bad.”

“Just relax—”

Before she could finish, your voice burst out again.

"Tell him I love him. Tell him I want him to beat my shit in. Tell him to warm up the dick."

Leyah sighed and finally put him on speaker.

It rang once.

“Don’t bring her up here,” Anthony said immediately, voice calm but sharp as a blade. “On your life, Ley. I’m not letting her in. Take her drunk ass home.”

You shot up like someone lit a fire under you. ”Anthony, if you don’t open that fuckin’ door, I swear to God—”

“Swear to who?!” he snapped through the phone. “You wasn’t missin’ me when you was kissin’ all on that weird bitch”

“Weird bitch?” Your jaw dropped ”Bro, get off the phone with that bullshit. You hang around a bunch of basketball players with weird-faced white wives. Don’t ever talk about my fuckin’ friends.”

“All them bitches weird. Kiki, Leyah, whoever the fuck. I told you I don’t want you kissing on nobody but me. And since you on her side tonight, go stay with her.”

“On your life, Anthony, if you don’t open that fuckin’ door, I swear you won’t have no fiancée.”

“What the fuck is you even mad for?” you cry, voice cracking, barely holding it together. “I just wanna go home and fuck you. Ain’t that what every nigga want? Damn.”

“You wasn’t worried about being my fiancée or fuckin’ on me when you was kissin’ all on that girl.”

“So I kissed my homegirl. I BEEN doing that! It wasn’t a problem when I kissed Kiki at our engagement party and you was recording!”

“Yes, it WAS a problem! I told you I don’t want you kissin’ on none of them bi—“

“You fucked me to the ground that night and we watched the video while we—”

“Don’t matter,” he spat. “Don’t bring that drunk shit in here. You stayin’ at Ley house tonight.”

Not even an hour later, the house alarm was blaring like it was screaming for help. You didn’t even flinch.

“ANTHONY,” you yelled, shoulder checking the door shut behind you like it had something to prove. “You got ten seconds before this Western Conference Finals trophy is on the fucking floor”

The echo of something crashing rang out seconds later—one of the glass picture frames by the entryway. You didn’t even look back at it.

He didn’t come downstairs.

“ANTHONY,” you barked again, kicking off your shoes as you stomped into the kitchen. “YOU HEAR ME TALKIN’ TO YOU?”

Still nothing.You knew he was home. You knew he heard everything.

You yanked the fridge open and glared inside like it owed you something. “Did this nigga eat my wings?” you muttered, spotting the empty foil container tossed like trash in the drawer. “Ain’t no fucking way—”

You slammed the door shut just as heavy footsteps thudded behind you. There he was, standing in the archway with that damn scowl on his face, arms crossed so tight his biceps popped through the sleeves of the tee you bought him.

“If I did eat 'em, what you gon do about it?” he asked calmly, jaw ticking.

You turned around slow, arms crossed to mirror him. “That’s problem number five hundred I got with you.”

He scoffed. “Oh, we counting now?”

“I been counting, Anthony,” you snapped, stepping toward him. “I got notes in my phone. Bullet points.”

“You embarrassing,” he said, not even flinching. “I swear to God, I hate the way you act sometimes.”

“You embarrass me, dumbass!” You pointed at the broken frame on the floor. “You got me out here arguing on speaker in somebody else’s backseat like I’m the crazy one, like you didn’t blow up three phones and talk to my my closest friends like a bitch.”

“'Cause I had to.” he barked. “You was all over that girl like you ain’t got no fuckin’ man. Tongue damn near down her throat.”

“Oh my God, we were playing! You so fuckin’ insecure, it’s pathetic.”

“I hate the way you act and the way you talk to me sometimes, I tell you the shit and you continue to do it! Learn to take some fuckin accountability!”

“You can’t even spell or pronounce accountability dumbass stay out my text books” You scrunched up your face at him.

He grabbed your face—not hard, but firm, eyes boring into you like he was trying to get through your skin. “Don’t try and make me feel fucking stupid.”

You didn’t blink. “Then stop acting like it. You know what it is between me and my girls.”

“Nah, fuck all that,” he snapped. “That’s not what it looked like. That’s not how you act when you claim you ‘miss’ me.”

You shoved his hand off your face. “Don’t do that.”

“I be goin’ out my fuckin’ mind over you, and you think it’s funny.”

That silenced you for a second. Just a second.

“…What?” you asked, quieter this time.

“You be doin’ shit on purpose,” he muttered, almost like he was talking to himself. “Like you wanna see how far I’ll go.”

You swallowed, heart thudding in your ears. “You think I like this? You think I like being in love with someone who lose his mind every time I breathe wrong?”

He laughed once, bitter. “Yeah. You do. You like the way I blow up your phone. You like when I get like this. When I lose it.”

“And you like that I always come back,” you shot back. “No matter how mad I get, no matter how many times you say you done, I always come back. That’s why you never scared to lose me.”

He stared at you like he wanted to say something cruel, but he knew better.

Instead, he just said, “You so fuckin’ loud.”

“You obsessed.”

“You mine,” he said, like it was a death sentence. “I don’t care what you do or where you go. I’m always gone be the first nigga you think about.”

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t. Not when he was looking at you like that—jaw clenched, eyes blazing, every inch of him breathing that wild, fucked-up devotion you’d never admit you loved.

He stepped in again. You stepped back. The counter hit the backs of your thighs.

“You could leave at any time you know,” he said.

“So could you.”

He grinned all slow and mean.

“I could ruin you,” he whispered.

“You already did,” you breathed.

He didn’t kiss you this time. Not right away.

He reached behind you, flipped the light off.

“Turn around,” he said low, breath fanning your cheek.

The room shifted with the darkness—warm under the hood of night, hotter under his breath. You could hear the way he was breathing. Not ragged. Not rushed. Just controlled. Like a storm right before the sky cracked open.

“Turn around,” he said again, voice low and dangerous.

You didn’t move right away. Not because you were scared, (though you probably should’ve been), but because you liked the way he was looking at you. Like he was about to do something unspeakable and call it infatuation.

“Now,” he snapped, fingers digging into the edge of the counter behind you.

You turned. Slow. Deliberate. Eyes forward, fingers gripping the counter. You heard him exhale behind you. His sighs filled with frustration.

“You wearin’ that lil perfume I like?” he muttered, right behind your ear now. His hand brushed your hip—low, like a warning. “You do that shit on purpose too?”

You didn’t answer. You didn’t have to. He already knew.

A hard slap landed across your ass—once, not even full force—but it echoed like it carried all his frustration from the week. From the month. From the whole damn season.

“You gon’ act like a brat, then I’ma treat you like one,” he growled, pulling your pants down quick and rough, your panties going with them. “Put you back in your place.”

“Fuck you,” you hissed over your shoulder.

“Finna do that, baby,” he chuckled, breathless, grabbing the back of your neck and pushing your chest down to the counter.

You gasped—not from fear, but relief. This was how he loved. With his hands. With his mouth. With the ache in his voice when he said your name like it hurt.

“Look at you,” he muttered, dragging his fingers between your folds, wet and open for him. “You been talkin’ all that shit and you already fuckin’ soaked.”

“You bring it outta me,” you mumbled, forehead pressed to the cool marble.

“Yeah,” he said, thick with satisfaction. “I know I do.”

His belt came undone with a quick flick. He let it fall to the floor and kicked it aside. When he dragged the tip of his cock through your folds, you twitched. He leaned down, breath hot on your neck. “You wanna be fucked like a dog in heat, huh?”

You moaned. Didn’t even try to lie. He pressed in—slow at first, like he wanted to make sure you felt every inch. You bit down on your lip so hard it stung. “Keep runnin’ that mouth in public,” he groaned, thrusting deeper, “and I’ma remind you who the fuck you belong to. Every time.”

You cried out—low and broken—as his hips slammed into yours, rough and relentless. His hands clutched your waist like he was scared you’d disappear.

He was deeper than he’d ever been, the angle relentless, your thighs trembling as he took you with everything he had—his anger, his jealousy, his need to own you.

But beneath all that rage was something else. Love. Ruined, unpractical love. The kind that sounded like breaking glass but felt like home.

“Fuck—Ant—” your knees buckled, and he caught you with one strong arm across your chest, the other still gripping your hip tight enough to bruise.

He pulled out, turned you around, and lifted you up onto the counter like you were weightless. You nodded, tears slipping from the corners of your eyes as the stretch burned and bloomed all at once “Good girl,” he whispered, fucking into you deep now, his forehead resting against yours.

“Look at me,” he barked.

You could barely keep your eyes open, head lolling back against the cabinet behind you. Your whole body was shaking, slick with sweat and the mess he’d already made outta you. You didn’t even realize you were crying until he reached up and slapped your cheek—not hard, just enough to snap you back.

“I said look at me,” he growled again, gripping your jaw in one big hand and forcing your eyes back to his. “You wanna act crazy? Wanna play in my face? Cool. But I’m gon’ fuck the attitude out you first.”

“Then do it,” you snapped, voice raw from screaming and moaning.

“Oh, I’ma do it, alright,” he muttered, lining himself back up and pushing in slow, like he wanted to feel you break all over again. “Gon’ fuck this lil pussy until somebody understand me.”

You choked on a moan, grabbing at his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” he hissed. “Actin’ like you ain’t gon’ fold the minute I give you this dick. You been tryna run shit all week, talkin’ slick, makin’ me look dumb. Now look at you—cryin’ on this dick.”

You slapped his chest, hard. “Because you don’t listen! You only hear your own fucking ego.”

“And you only listen when I’m balls deep in you,” he shot back, hips snapping into yours so hard you saw stars. “So that’s what the fuck I’m finna do.”

“Anthony—fuck—wait—”

“Nah. Don’t tell me to wait now,” he growled, fucking into you so deep you swore your lungs collapsed. “You wasn’t waitin’ when you was out there tryna make me jealous. Tongue out, touchin’ on hoes, laughin’ like that shit was cute.”

“It was cute,” you gasped, back arching when he hit your spot just right. “Bitch was prettier than you anyway—”

That did it.

His hand grabbed your neck like a leash, the other forcing your thighs open wider. “I should be mad,” he said, voice dropping an octave, “but I’m not. ‘Cause I’m finna nut in you so deep, you ain’t gon’ remember her fucking name.”

You tried to push up but he snatched you back into place. “I tell you to move?”

“Anthony—”

“I know what to do with it,” he spat, voice low and wild, slamming into you harder now. “Been knowin’. You think I don’t see how your lil smart ass act when you want my attention?”

“I don��t want—”

He grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked, forcing your head back. “Don’t lie to me.”

You whimpered.

“That’s what I thought,” he muttered, thrusts speeding up. “You wanted it? You got it. And now you not goin’ nowhere.”

“Say that shit again,” you whispered, barely audible.

He bent down, chest pressed to your back, voice damn near demonic in your ear:

“I said—you not goin’ nowhere. I’ma fuck a baby into you just to make sure.”

You whined. Loud. Shameful.

“Yeah, you like that?” he growled. “You ain’t gon be outside for a minute huh?”

You couldn’t even speak. Your fingers gripped the countertop so tight your knuckles hurt.

“I’m gon’ nut in this pussy,” he whispered, breath hot on your ear. “And you not takin’ a pill. You not gon’ go get no Plan B. You not gon’ leave me. You mine.”

“Anthony,” you sobbed. “I’m close—fuck—please.”

“Cum for me” he snapped, wrapping one hand around your throat as he buried himself even deeper, balls slapping against your skin. “You gon’ cum on this dick like you belong to me.”

“Fuckfuckfuck—”

“Say it.”

“I’m yours—always,” you cried, voice barely holding on.

“That’s right, Say it again while I nut in you.”

And he did.

Deep. Warm. Loud.

Groaning your name like it was the only word he knew, his hands gripping your waist like he was anchoring himself in you, hips still rolling slow as he filled you up.

“You feel that?” he panted, still inside, chest rising and falling. “See how perfect that shit fit?”

You could barely breathe. Couldn’t speak.

But you didn’t need to.

He reached down to rub your clit feeling the mix of both of you dripping out.

“Yeah,” he murmured, voice calmer now, but still rough. “You not goin’ nowhere after this.”

He kissed the back of your shoulder.

“Try that leaving shit,” he whispered. “I fuck around and put twins in you next time.”