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#(<- again. me. that is my favourite song. AND they played picture of my dress too)
swiftispunk · 13 days
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♡ thank you ♡
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well hello! so this number is truly unfathomable to me. and while it may be slightly inflated due to some dead blogs from a previous fandom, i still want to celebrate all the fun we've had here over the past year. i can't thank you all enough for sticking around and hanging out with me. i rarely acknowledge these milestones but this just felt too major to let slip by. so let's have some fun, yeah?
feel free to send me any of the following (but if you plan to submit multiple, please send them separately). i'll be accepting submissions from now until march 23 (the one year anniversary of my first ppcu fic!) and all responses will be tagged #hans10kcelebration.
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🌕 — long story short (smutty ficlet prompts)
send me a 🌕 with a pedro boy of your choosing + a spicy TS-themed prompt + a kink (all listed below) and i'll challenge myself to write a ten sentence ficlet. please let me know in your ask if there are any hard nos you wouldn't want included in your ficlet.
💿 — i wrote down our song (taylor swift music mix)
send me a 💿 and i'll put taylor swift's entire discography on shuffle. i'll respond with the song that comes up, as well as which pedro boy i think suits it best and why. *BONUS — i would love for this to be a jumping off point for fellow writers to use the song title and pedro boy as fic inspiration! if you write a fic based on one of these asks, tag me @swiftispunk and i will share it!
💞 — my love should be celebrated (creator shoutout)
spread some love! send me a 💞 and shoutout one of your favourite ppcu creators. tell me why you love them and/or direct us to your favourite one of their creations.
🔮 — watch your life in pictures (mutual moodboards)
mutuals only please! send me a 🔮 and i'll make a three-picture moodboard to encapsulate your vibes.
thank you all once again, i love you very, very much. and thank you to @saradika-graphics for the lovely dividers.
— han
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ficlet info below
prompts:
He looks up grinning like a devil
You pull me in and I’m a little more brave
“Can we always be this close?”
“Stay here, honey, I don’t wanna share”
“My name is whatever you decide”
The altar is my hips
Getting caught up in a moment, lipstick on your face
“Only bought this dress so you could take it off”
He’s so bad but he does it so well
“For you, I would ruin myself”
“Just take me home”
“Wanna see what’s under that attitude”
Our secret moments in a crowded room
“How’d we end up on the floor anyway?”
My hands are shaking from holding back from you
Good girl faith and a tight little skirt
On the phone and you talk real slow
pedro boys i write for:
joel miller
frankie morales
javier peña
javi gutierrez
ezra (prospect)
marcus pike
dieter bravo
kinks list:
age play
anal play
anonymous sex
body worship
breath play
cucking
collars/leashes
cumming untouched
dacryphilia
dildos
dom/sub dynamics
exhibitionism
face-fucking
food play
gags
hand kink
masturbation
mirror sex
nipple play
orgasm denial
phone sex
pillow humping
restraints
spanking
virginity loss
voyeurism
and lastly, tagging a few mutuals just because
@joelscruff @agentmarcuspike @hier--soir @5oh5 @frannyzooey @the-ginger-hedge-witch @kiwisbell @ezrasbirdie @saradika @hellishjoel @thetriumphantpanda @undercoverpena @mrsmando @gasolinerainbowpuddles @joelsgreys @atticrissfinch @missredherring @cavillscurls @northernbluess @tieronecrush @beardedjoel @bearsbeetsbeskar @iamasaddie @perotovar @haylzcyon @janaispunk @cowboylikejoel @covetyou @userparamore @itsokbbygrl @jksprincess10 @scenaaario @kedsandtubesocks @morning-star-joy @honeyedmiller @luxurychristmaspudding @psychedelic-ink @cowgurrrl
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peyiswriting · 4 months
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ONE SHOT : DIDN'T THEY TELL YOU I WAS A SAVAGE?
PAIRING : Ruben Dias x Black reader
SUMMARY : What happens when Ruben realizes that his ex-girlfriend can be a complete savage?
WARNINGS (+18) : Angst, mention of heartbreak, and smut. - Words : 5K
If you know the song "Needed me" by Rihanna, then you know where that line and inspo comes from 😜. I've only used this line as an inspo and not the entire song, if it makes sense. Please, let me know what you think about it.
Writing takes a lot of time, if you enjoyed, please reblog, comment and interact.
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"CHEERS!" You screamed with your girls before sipping on your second shot of the night. A very much needed night out that would help relieve some work pressure.
Around the table are your closest friends: Chrissy, Nella, and Chloe. All reunited to spend an epic night.
Chrissy: Let's see if we can top out last year.
Nella: Easily.
Chloe: Are you girls in a mood to be naughty girls?
"Depends on the guys, I guess." You replied while looking around you. For now, you will only focus on dancing with your girls. If a beautiful and interesting guy comes into the picture, you will eventually dance with him.
Without arrogance, you could say that dancing with you was a privilege you granted to a few men. Most of them could not handle your hips and waist anyway. They always stood there stiffly, too stunned to move their bodies.
When the DJ plays one of your favourite songs, you completely let it go by singing at the top of your lungs and slowly moving your hips. The dress you wore perfectly emphasised the movement of your body. Before you even realise it, many eyes are glued to your moving body.
Chrissy: There we go! Mrs. Hips and waist is getting all the attention.
"It's not my fault if God blessed me with great dance moves."
Nella: Humility is lost on you, sis.
Chloe: Let my girl flex as she should.
"Period."
The girls and you continued to party with drinks and better dance moves than anyone else in the club. It even reached the point where some people gathered around your table to cheer you up. Even if you were not a fan of attention, this was the type you were living for. Nothing pleases you more than people noticing your dancing skills.
As you were about to go down and whine your hips, Nella brutally smacked your shoulder.
"What's wrong with you, girl?"
"I swear I've just seen Ruben." Your heart stopped at the mention of that name. A name that caused you pain and frustration.
Chloe: "The Ruben?"
Nella: Look discreetly to your left. The guy with brown hair—that's him.
Chrissy : How can you even recognise him in the dark?
Nella: Because he still can't dress with all the money he has.
You giggled while covering your mouth and staring at your ex. Tonight was definitely not one of his worst looks. In fact, you could even say that his outfit was okay. As per usual, the same group of friends surrounded him. The only variation was the number of women at the table. Once upon a time, you used to be at his table.
Chrissy and Chloe were still laughing at Nella's comment.
"It's not even one of his worst outfits." You added with a smirk.
Nella: Well, we can only thank God if he improves his style.
Chloe: "Petty Nella for the win." There was a time when Nella rooted for him. She completely changed when Ruben decided to break up with you with the "I need to focus on my career" excuse. At first, you chose to believe his words, even if they hurt. However, your perspective quickly changed when you noticed that Ruben was happily hooking up with other girls only two weeks after your breakup.
Chrissy: True. Let's pretend we never saw him. The simple sight of his face get on my nerves.
The dynamics also changed when Ruben, who was living his best single life, decided to come back into your life when he saw your Instagram story. One that threatened his position. You were with another man, and he could not stand it. From that day on, Ruben never stopped relinking with you again. A door you never opened.
Even if you would never admit it, you were still salty about the breakup and how he switched when you started to date again. If your girls thought that you would opt for the peaceful option, they were wrong. You were going to hurt his feelings, make him regret his words, and create doubts in his mind. Tonight, you were a savage.
Due to the crowded VIP area, he will probably never be able to notice your presence. As you planned, the man will know that you are in this club. Before your girls could react, you had called the waitress.
"Please send a vodka bottle to the table over there. It's on me." You almost screamed in her ear to make sure she got it right.
****
Your eyes watched the entire scene. The second the waitress left your table, your eyes followed her. The petty side of you craves seeing his reaction.
Chloe: What have you asked the waitress?
"Wait and see." You replied, sipping some vodka.
Ruben furrowed his brows, wandering his eyes around the area. Who could have sent his favourite vodka? As far as he knew, he never mentioned those things in an interview. It could not be a coincidence.
When his eyes left the bottle again, they fell right upon you. Ruben slightly opened his mouth when he realised who sent the bottle. Out of pettiness, you waved at him before raising your glass in his direction. The entire action confused him more than anything.
Nella: Girl, what are you doing?
"As I said, watch and see. I'm going to have a little bit of fun."
A smirk appeared on your face when you realised that Ruben still had not moved, smiled, or done anything. The man just stood still, surprised to come across the woman he once shared his life with.
Chloe giggles while pinching your arm. "Look at his face. You're so mean."
"I'm not even mean. I'm just giving him the energy he deserves." When you turned your head around, Ruben had moved. The beautiful brunette had a smile on his face. He raised one glass in your direction to thank you.
You discreetly nodded before looking at the blonde on his muscular arm. A wave of anger gradually took over as you stared at him. All those messages to ask for and beg for forgiveness, all those love texts, all those flowers sent, and all those gifts bought meant nothing. Those were meaningless actions if he still banged other women on the side. Tonight, he would feel you. After all, giving him a taste of a savage coctail will not kill him.
****
Luckily, the DJ was on your side tonight. He played various songs that encourage you to shake your behind, twirl your hips, and wine your waist. Each time, you exaggerate your waist or hip movements while intensely staring at Ruben. You hoped he remembered what he left behind when he made that stupid decision for the both of you.
From afar, you could see that Ruben's eyes could not leave your body. The mesmerization reached new levels. To the point where the brunette completely forgot that he came with a blonde woman that night. He hated how your presence or anything related to you still held that much weight in his life. It should not affect him as much as it did in the past. At first, he thought that he would forget about you by messing around. However, he quickly realised that no new girl could replace the feelings your presence brought up in his life.
Ruben tried to contain himself as he stared at you in a dress that perfectly complimented your body. Heels that added length to your beautiful and shiny legs. His brain brought back the memory of your smell. Cocoa butter mixed with a flowery perfume—a smell he could still remember to this day.
The way you twirled your hips made him take a sip of vodka. He hated how other men looked at you. The desire in their eyes, the eagerness to touch your body, dance right next to you, or even get your attention, made him sick to his stomach. If he were still your man, these guys would never have the audacity to stare that long at you. Back in those days, he remembers how men envied him at the club. How they wished to switch places with him to dance with you for a few seconds.
The fact that he became one of those guys annoyed him more than anything. A knot formed in his throat as his jaw clenched. When your eyes met his, you smirked before wining slowly and pointing a finger in his direction. The fire in your eyes never left or decreased for a second. Ruben would have to witness you embrace your sexiness without flinching. By the way you looked at him, he could tell that you were teasing on purpose. One of his friends slapped his shoulder.
”Bro, stop staring. She’s hot. We get it, but you look creepy.”
”I don’t care. I can't believe I let her go.” His friend rolled his eyes at him. There he was again, regretting his choice. As if the moment was not painful enough, Ruben had to witness a scene that made his blood boil. The few seconds he spent talking with his friend were enough for you to take another man by the hand and dance with him. In less than a few minutes, you were whispering in his ear, giggling, and throwing your head back. When Ruben thought that you would stop there, you took things to another level.
Seeing you twirl your hips on another man was not on his agenda. Ruben held his glass tightly to not cross the lounge and snatch you away from that man. The naughty stares you gave him as your mouth slightly opened ruined his night. As if things could not get worse, he had to see you wrap your arms around that man’s neck and kiss him. This time, he had enough. He would have preferred you curse him out or throw a drink in his face. Anything, except this.
The blonde woman rubbed his arm tenderly, hoping to get some attention from him. ”Ruben, do you want to dance?” He shook his head while putting his drink on the table.
”No, thanks. I’ll be right back.” He concluded in a hurry. No offence, but dancing with her would absolutely not help him at the moment.
When you lost sight of Ruben, you decided to stop your little show. A gesture that surprised the man who seemed to live the time of his life. Your girls looked at you with grins on their faces. They knew exactly what you were up to. ”Sorry, I need to go to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.” You lied before following Ruben.
****
The man decided to rest his head against the wall in the hope of calming his nerves. As he was on the edge of success, you appeared right in front of him. "Ruben." You nonchalantly said, tilting your head to the side.
"Bebe." Hearing that word coming out of his mouth sent a wave of heat throughout your entire body, but you will not give up. Not after he broke up with you for no valid reason.
"Unless your memory is getting hazy, let me remind you that I'm not your Bebe anymore."
"I know, and I hate it." He explained, looking down.
"Oh, and who's fault, Ruben? After you fucked all those girls, now all of a sudden you miss me? Be fucking serious."
"It's different between us. You're my coração." - My heart. This time, you rolled your eyes and placed your hands on your hips.
"You wouldn't have dumped me if that were the case, Ruben." You replied, prepared to walk away. Ruben stopped your tracks by putting one of his hands around your stomach as the other hand tenderly grabbed your forearm. "Sometimes it's only when you lose something that you realise how precious it was.”
"Too bad; you should have been grateful when you still had a chance."
"Why would you kiss another man in front of me?”
"Why not? Ruben, you came with a blonde woman, right? She should be your only focus. Not me."
"Bebe." He whispered, trying to catch your hand. A gesture you stopped by pushing his hands off your body.
"Don't touch me. You lost that right when you made that stupid decision."
"Bebe, please. Give me five minutes." The silence settled in as you wondered if he deserved your five minutes.
”Please.” He repeated it again in a whisper.
"Three minutes. Not one more.”
”Listen, I’ve made a very dumb and immature decision. I shouldn’t have broken up with you just because we were going through a tough period. It wasn’t fair, especially not when you invested 100% of yourself in that relationship. I’ve realised that no woman could make me feel like you do. I love you, and I won’t stop pursing you until you give me a second chance.”
”For what reason should I give you a second chance, Ruben? You ran the first chance you got. I thought we were solid, but apparently not. Also, the reason you gave me: "I need to focus on my career." Crap. You left me because you wanted to explore your other options. After two years, Mr. Dias got bored and desired nothing more than to live his best footballer life by sleeping with Instagram influencers and models. Am I right?” Ruben looked down before rubbing his eyes. Hearing the breakup from your perspective made him realise how stupid his decision truly was.
”I’m not going to lie to you. Yes, I wanted to have fun. Things were complicated between us at the time, and I wanted to see something new. I shouldn’t have lied about the motives. I’m sorry, but there was no way I would cheat on you.”
"Oh, so you thought about cheating?” You asked in a disgusted tone.
”No, that’s why I broke up. You know I could never do that to you. I care about you.”
"Aww, should I get on my knees and thank God for the bare minimum? Are you even listening to yourself? How am I supposed to get back with a man who leaves when he’s bored? Don’t you think that I also wanted to explore new horizons at some point? All those days when I had to be patient because of your career. Wait for you to come back home only to get dumped for no reason. Why would I forgive you?”
”I know you still love me. Our connection and bond are special. You know it. None of us is going to find something similar.”
”You’re right, Ruben. I’m convinced I can find better than a bound that can be broken that easily.” You spat, giving him a death glare. He gulped, taking those words like punches.
”One minute left. Conclude, please.”
”Whatever I need to do to get back in your life, please tell me, and I will do it. None of these girls can replace the love you gave me. The moments we shared. None of that. Você é tudo para mim, Bebe.” - You’re everything to me, baby.
"I'm not buying it.” You giggled while crossing your arms.
As you were about to reply to Ruben, the man you kissed stood by your side. ”Is this man bothering you, queen?" The tall man asked, wrapping his arm around your waist. Ruben gave him a death glare before turning back to you.
”Yes, he is." You replied with pure pettiness. Those words made Ruben gulp. He expected to be treated that way, but not at that level. You were treating him like a complete peasant. The hope in his eyes slowly turned to sadness. He had lost you, and there was no coming back.
"Leave her alone, bro. You don't want any trouble."
"Really, Y/N?"
"Yeah. Really. Next time, you'll think twice before making stupid decisions." You responded louder than intended before walking away with that tall man. Ruben threw his head back in frustration, punching the wall in front of him. If only he could go back in time and erase what he has done, he would. There was nothing more he wanted than waking up by your side at the moment.
After Ruben collected his thoughts, he came back to his friends. Obviously, they all knew why he acted the way he did. They all knew that he still loved you. How bad he wanted to get back with you! How frustrated he was with the entire situation. As he looked in your direction, he noticed that you were still dancing and living your best life. Unbothered by whatever Ruben said to you.
He cursed out in Portuguese, getting attention from the blonde woman. ”Is everything alright?” She asked. ”Fine. Let’s go home.” He replied with a shy smile before taking her hand. The young woman, who was craving attention, was more than delighted to have spent some time alone with Ruben. As they exited, Ruben made sure that you would see him hold her hand. He hoped to get a reaction from you with that gesture.
Unfortunately, his plan failed as you happily waved at him and his lady, only to refocus on the man you kissed earlier. How can someone be so nonchalant and a complete savage to the man they once claimed to love? If only you could see how you shattered his heart into pieces that night. There is absolutely nothing a woman could have done to appease his heart at the moment. That is why he came back alone to his apartment. 
****
After a long day of work, you were more than delighted to crush on your couch. The food was ready, and so was your TV to watch your favourite show. As you were about to pour a glass of white wine for yourself, the sound of the door ring made you groan out of frustration.
"Yes, I'm coming.” You looked through the peephole to see your ex, who had decided to come uninvited.
"Ruben? What are you doing here? I didn't invite you."
"I know, but I just want to talk to you."
"Why would I agree?"
"Please. Last time." You tutted before opening the door with zero excitement or conviction.
"Thank you, Bebe."
"If you call me like that one more time, the door."
"I'm sorry for how I ended things between us."
”Okay. Good for you.” The puppy eyes he tried to give you had zero effect. Neither did the bouquet of flowers or the jewellery in his hands.
”Bebe, it kills me. You can’t keep treating me like that. Not when we shared two amazing years.”
”Why should I be nice to you, Ruben? I trusted you with my heart, and you basically threw it to the flames. Fuck you.” This time, the resentment had opened a new door. Insult. Never in his life would he have thought of hearing those words coming from your mouth and directed at him.
”Do you hate me that much? I know I messed up, but my intention was never to break your heart. You know how much you’re important to me, Bebe.”
”Yeah, whatever. You need to leave my apartment.” The pettiness jumped out again, and you decided to play with his heart one more time. ”I'm waiting for a gentleman tonight. So, please feel free to leave.” Of course, it was a complete lie, but you did not feel guilty about it. Ruben should have known better than to push the savage out of you.
The sad look and puppy eyes quickly vanished at the mention of another man. ”What? Are you serious? You’re kicking me out for a man you barely know?”
”What so about it?” You asked nonchalantly.
”Oh, I see. That’s a game for you. Play with my feelings and stuff.”
”You opened the door, Ruben.”
He sat down by your side on the couch before whispering, ”Do you hate me? Because if you truly did, you wouldn't have let me eat you out last time I came here.” You gasped out of shame, remembering how horniness led you to a moment of weakness. 
”You have no idea how furious I was. You let me touch you in the afternoon, listen to my words, cuddle with me, only to go on a date with another man at night.” You turned around with a half-smirk on your face. "Didn't they tell you I was a savage, Ruben?"
He stared at you, completely lost in your reaction. Whatever he was doing, you were still treating him like the next peasant. ”Ruben, you thought! You thought that you could break up with me and come back into my life with no consequences. Who the fuck do you think I am?” You finally exploded, getting up from the couch.
"I learned my lesson. You can stop torturing me." He finally whispered, defeated. If your goal was to make him pay, it worked. His eyes were glistening, as if he were on the edge of crying. Those images made you close your eyes and turn around. Even if you were still mad at him, you refused to see him cry.
”Y/N, I messed up. You’re 100% right, Bebe, but please forgive me. There is no one else I want to share this life with. I promise to step up and do whatever it takes to gain your trust again and prove to you that I’m the man you need. I’d do anything for you, bebe, please.“ You crossed your arms while listening to his words. Ruben was not the type to make vain promises. You knew that he was sincere. The way he has been consistently trying to get forgiveness for the last six months is proof of it.
Ruben rose from the couch and approached you. He wrapped his arms around your chest as he whispered in your ear, ”Quero que faças parte da minha vida, Bebe. Eu não consigo de parar de pensar em ti.” - I want you to be a part of my life, baby. I can’t stop thinking about you.
"Hum." You replied with another eye roll and arms crossed. A part of you wanted to forgive him, but the other was hesitant, too scared to be hurt again. After a few seconds, you freed yourself from his grip.
"I appreciate your honesty, but I'm not getting back to you. If you had to lose me or realise my value when another man comes into the picture, it says it all."
"I know, I know it looks bad on me, but I’m ready to do anything.”
"Ruben... I don't know."
"It's not the same without you, Bebe."
As you were about to reply, the sound of the door ring made you jump. Ruben ruining your chill night was enough. Who could possibly add to the mix?
"Is that him?" Ruben asked with a frown.
"No, it's not." You confidently replied a few seconds before your sight invalidated your previous reply.
The man you had been seeing for a few months stood at your door with a flower bouquet and your favourite food.
"Hey, princess. I know you had a tiring day, so I thought that you would enjoy a little attention."
You closed your eyes while making sure to keep the door half closed. The last thing you needed was for Ruben to see him, or vice versa. They did not need to know about one another's existence.
"Bebe, is everything alright?" Ruben screamed from the living room. Willingly knowing that it would compromise your plans.
"Perfect." You shouted from the entry.
"Bebe? Who's in there? I thought you were alone. I mean, if I knew that you had someone there, I wouldn't have come." The beautiful man replied with a spark of anger and jealousy.
"He came uninvited. I'm going to get rid of him. Don't worry." You nonchalantly replied, hoping to save face.
"Are you sure?"
"More than sure." Your confidence and stoicness disturbed the man. Yet, he decided to let it slide for the night. He would have the occasion to bring up that issue later on.
"Hum. Ok. I'll leave the flowers and food then." He replied, disappointed that you had even offered him to come inside the apartment. Within a minute, both of your hands were busy carrying a bag that contained your favourite Chinese takeout and a bouquet of flowers.
Knowing this man, he will probably try harder to get your attention and time. Despite your explanations of not looking for a relationship, the man kept pushing. Sure, the efforts and consistency were very attractive, but deep inside your heart still belonged to Ruben.
After kissing his lips to thank him for the attention, you closed the door and left every item on the table.
"Who was that? Was it him?"
"Ruben, It's none of your business. By the way, you should go home. I don't want to sacrifice my chill night because of you. Also, I don't feel like sharing my food with you."
"Have you slept with him?" You furrowed your brows, waiting for another explanation.
"What did you say?"
"You heard." If he wanted to give you an attitude, you would match his energy.
"You're living your best life, right? Why wouldn't I? One night, I was horny. He's a good guy, so I gave in." Ruben rubbed his face, clearly annoyed at the situation.
"So I'm making all those efforts only for you to sleep with another guy?"
"You left me to hoe around, right? Let's all hoe around then." The nonchalance in your tone hurt his feelings more than he could have imagined.
The woman he dreamed of having back into his life in bed with another man. A man who was not him. He was pissed.
"If it's a game for you, just say it. I've sent flowers and food only to be ghosted or get an attitude. A guy you don't know does the same, and he gets all the credit. It's not fair."
"This guy didn't break my heart or dump me. Ruben, do you hear yourself?"
"Yes, I know. It's my fault, but I'm fighting to get you back. What should I do more seriously? If it's never going to happen again, just say it. You can't keep playing with my feelings like that. It reflects on the pitch." You closed your eyes, remembering how the media started to criticise his mid- or poor performances. Never you would have thought that your savage behaviour would have affected him that badly.
"Tell me you hate me. Scream at me. Shout at me. Reject me for life. It's okay. Just stop treating me like a peasant or man you're using because you're bored. It's not okay." For the first time that night, your eyes met, intensely staring at each other, trying to read between the thin lines.
"I wish I hated you. I really do." You finally whispered.
"It would have made my life easier." Ruben decided that he had nothing to lose anymore. He would try anything to win you back. He could not let the other guy win you over. His arms wrapped around your waist as he pulled you towards him.
"What are you doing?" You asked in an accusing tone.
"Push me." He knew you would not push him away. His touch still had an effect on you.
"Just tell me what I need to do." He whispered, resting his forehead against yours while your hands lay on his torso.
"Why were you with another woman if you're trying to get back with me?"
"I wanted to forget you. Get you out of my mind, but it's impossible. No one can make me feel like you do."
"Hum. I wish you realised that before breaking up with me."
"That was one of the biggest mistakes of my life. If I could go back in time and shut my mouth, I would have."
"I'm seeing someone else." You replied, desperately hoping to make him run away.
"I don't care. Nothing can top what we had. I bet he's not bringing the spark like I was. He's not as romantic as I am. He can't replicate what he had. No matter how hard he tries, I'm pretty sure he can't fuck you like I do." The wave of heat that radiated throughout your body annoyed you. If only his words did not have an impact on you.
"Said who?" You teased with a smirk on your face.
"Should I remind you?" He asked, pulling you closer and closer to him. Giggles escaped your mouth after you heard his question. After a short moment of silence, Ruben grabbed your face, forcing you to look at him.
"You're not going back to him after that." He concluded before crushing his lips against yours. The feeling of familiarity lightened the spark that you had tried to turn off for months now. Weirdly, you could not resist him or push him away. The attraction between you was magnetic.
His lips perfectly moved in harmony with yours. As if your lips were made for each other. Ruben interrupted the passionate kiss to stare at you. His hands never left your face.
"If you want me to leave, I still can." Without pronouncing a word, your lips find their way back to his. Sometimes an action can be more powerful than words. The one you just made resonated as a small victory for Ruben. Maybe he still had a slim chance to win you back.
**** 
It was only a matter of time before you ended up naked in your bedroom. The fiery kiss led to intense lust. The type of lust that could only come to life when you were both reunited.
The robe, silk pants, and lace panties that covered your body were now lying on the floor. Layers that were not necessary for the next steps. One that included Ruben with his head between your legs. With each lick, touch, and sucking, your moans increased significantly.
Eyes closed, head thrown back, and heavy breathing. The signs were clear: You would come soon. The man before you could never get tired of pleasing the woman he loved. How beautiful you looked, gripping on the sheets and squirming. As if your movements could save you from the intense orgasm he was determined to give you.
"Cum for me, Bebe." If only it were possible to resist him and his precise tongue moves, you would. Unfortunately, your body could not resist him. You closed your eyes before a strong orgasm washed you over. Perhaps the stronger one you had these years.
"Don't think I'm done with you, Bebe."
Thankfully, you always had condoms at home. Otherwise, you would have missed out on an intense and passionate love-making session. Your bodies moved in synchro as if they never separated. As if you just made love yesterday.
The receptiveness of your body betrayed anything you said before. Proving Ruben's point that you were made for one another. Your nails scratched his back and torso as he perfectly moved inside of you. Rubbing the right spot and building the right pace. His teammates would probably question the scratches on his body, but you could not care less. You hated how he knew your body by heart. Every move he made proved that you never left his mind.
"Is he better than me, Bebe?" He asked, slamming into you and rubbing against one of your most sensitive spots. Due to the lack of reply, Ruben pulled out and played with your entrance.
"Answer me."
"Fuck, Ruben."
"If you want to cum... you know what you have to do."
"No, he's not. You're the best." You finally replied with a whimper.
"That's what I thought. I love how your little attitude is gone when I fuck you." He cockily responded with a smirk on his face. If only you could curse him out. Too bad, your body would not allow you to do so. It was way too focused on the pleasure it was receiving.
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You rested your head on Ruben's chest, attentively listening to his heartbeat after the intense orgasm you shared. Ruben's hand slowly found its way onto your back, gently caressing it.
"Bebe, thank you. I missed that; I missed us." He finally broke the silence with a whisper. This time, the words were not coming out of your mouth. You just could not reply or ignored what to say. Silence never discouraged Ruben, as he added, "Is there a chance?"
By the way his heartbeat increased, you could tell that his feelings were sincere. He wanted you back. He was scared of losing you forever. Even if a part of you wanted to give him a second chance, the other part craved protection.
"I just want to enjoy this moment, Ruben. Cuddle with you, feel you there. Please."
His heart rate slowed down, contrary to the previous interaction. You did not curse him out or reject him. Affection is what you needed, just like him, and you would rather enjoy that moment instead of reopening the topic that broke your heart.
"Yes, let's do this." Ruben agreed, which led you to fall asleep on his chest. After long minutes of silence and touching, you peacefully fell asleep on his body. It must mean something, right?
Ruben knew that it was not completely over. He would take baby steps, but what was for sure was that he would never give up on you.
"Te amo, bebe. I'll never leave you again.” - I love you, babe. He murmured before kissing your forehead. Whatever you need from him, he will do it if it means that he gets to be your man again. You were the love of his life, and nothing could change his mind.
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Assisting In Deception (Part 3)
Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader
Warnings: Swearing
Pronouns: She/Her
Word Count: 3.3K 
Summary: Two months into the relationship, Rafe finally gets to meet her family.
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Two months of being Rafe Cameron’s faceless girlfriend on social media has gone by faster than Y/N expected. Every time they would arrange a date, he would post a picture featuring her in some way. Her hand holding his. The back of her head faces the camera while she looks out his car window. A mirrored picture of them with her head buried into his chest. The media has been going crazy about them and has abandoned anything the contractors have said. How could Rafe possibly have multiple children when he is so in love with his girlfriend? So far, no one has figured out her identity and she is very thankful for that. 
The cool November air hits her face as she makes her way over to his car. She enters the car and looks over at him in his dress shirt and pants. He looks so hot with one hand on the wheel and his other on the back of her headrest as he backs out of the parking space. The sleeves of his shirt are folded up his forearms; she has to stop herself from drooling at the veins that are prominently showing. With all their dates over the past few months, Y/N can’t help but feel her crush on the man slowly start to find real legs to stand on. He’s still stoic and reserved, but he is starting to relax a little bit with her. She knows a few of his favourite things more than what she already knew from being his assistant and she feels as though he knows some of her favourites as well. Sometimes he does things that she never remembered telling him about, like he would buy her salads but without any dressing because she doesn’t like dressing or condiments. 
The drive is quiet for the most part until Y/N’s interest is piqued by the playlist playing. All the songs are ones that she likes and she looks over at him. ‘Is this my playlist?” she questions, reaching for the screen to look through the songs. He looks over at her with a nonchalant look, “Yeah, the one on Spotify.” She loops her hair behind her ear and anxiously twirls the bottom of the strand between her fingers. She nods her head. “I didn’t know that you found my Spotify,” she confesses. He again places his arm around her seat so that he can reverse the car into the parking spot. “I did. You always play your music out loud at the office when we are the only ones there. A few songs got stuck in my head that I didn’t know the name of.” She lets out a giggle at the thought of Mr. Serious singing “Call Me Maybe”. 
He shakes his head at her laughter and gets out of the car once it is parked. He makes his way to the passenger side of the car, holding his hand out to help her out. She whispers her thanks as they enter the restaurant. It is his turn to pick where they go out and it doesn’t surprise her that he picks a restaurant she mentioned that she wants to try in passing once. 
This date isn’t to flaunt their status on social media but to give her a chance to give him a rundown of her family before they attend Francine’s engagement party. He gives his name to the host for their reservation and they are led to a private table at the back of the room. The lights are low and the privacy creates a romantic ambiance. He pulls out the chair for her, allowing her to sit down before pushing her in. He really is taking this boyfriend title seriously, which makes sense because he treats everything like business. She guesses that their relationship technically is. They get to talking once they’ve ordered and are left in private. “So my mom’s name is Phoebe,” Y/N begins but is interrupted by Rafe. 
“She’s a kindergarten teacher and she married your stepdad, Nate, when you were ten, right?” 
Y/N looks at him surprised that he remembered what she has told him over the last three years of working for him. “Yeah, that’s right. He’s a mechanic. They had my little sister, Nancy, two years after they got married.” 
“Okay. And if I’m not mistaken, your stepdad took your mom’s last name and your sister is crazy about art. I noticed the drawing you have framed on your desk has her name written on it.” 
She nods at his questions and takes her hair into her hand. Rafe notices how she always plays with her hair whenever she is flustered and his lips turn to a slight smirk. She avoids eye contact; instead, adverting her attention to her fingers circling the rim of her glass. “It seems like you should be the one telling me about my family,” she jests, finally making eye contact with him again. He brings his hand under his nose and rubs it gently to hide his lips, “I’m sorry. Please, continue. You’ve only ever talked about your immediate family.” “Well, Francine is the cousin who is getting married. She and I are pretty close. She’s a therapist,” she continues. “Her fiancée, Gwen, is a nurse and they’ve been dating for eight years. All of my other family members you can just meet there, but I should probably warn you about Natalie. She is always trying to beat me at this competition which is all in her head. Her boyfriend is Richard and he’s just as bad as her, so you might just want to avoid them in general.”
At that moment, the waiter arrives with their food and places it in front of them. “Noted. Excuse me, could she actually get a fork please?” Rafe asks the waiter before he can leave. The waiter turns to confirm the request and scurries off once he gets the confirmation. She mutters her thanks and takes the chance to take a whiff of her ramen broth. She sways in delight at the scent. Rafe can’t help but let out an audible laugh. He takes his phone out and snaps a picture. Her face is visible in the photo, so he can’t post it just yet, but he likes the idea of it just being for him. Y/N gets her fork and immediately starts digging into her food. The quiet moan she lets out stirs something in his stomach that he doesn’t want to admit to. 
They enjoy their food with small talk that has grown to something more in-depth over the last few months. The waiter returns with a dessert menu that Rafe only has to glance at before ordering. “She’ll have the matcha cheesecake and I’ll just have a matcha latte, please. Thanks,” he orders, returning the menu. Y/N can’t keep her curiosity anymore, “How do you know so much about me? Like that I can’t use chopsticks or that I like cheesecake.”
“I’m observant. I can’t help it. Plus, it’s easy when you show your emotions on your sleeve. Whenever we go out for company dinners, you always order cheesecake and that one time we ordered Chinese when we were working late, you had to use a fork.”
“Well, we can’t all be as icy as you. But you also know so much about my family.”
“You talk about them a lot. You are very proud of your sister and you like to talk about how your mom sometimes uses her teacher's voice with you as an adult.” 
“Right. I guess I just never noticed how you were keeping all this information stored away.” 
“Not a lot of people do.”
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Y/N lies in bed, staring at the ceiling. She can’t help but think about Rafe. The new side of him is one she’s never seen before and she feels herself falling for it. She’s scared of the possibility of what this might mean for her because, with each date they go on, her mind starts to blur the lines of what is real and fake. She has never been one for commitment and getting into a relationship is not scheduled in her planner for anytime soon. She’s still trying to figure out what she wants to do with her career, so she should focus on that. 
Also, she worries about the media’s cruelty when they find out who she is. All the names she’ll be called. All the magazine covers she might be on. It all becomes more and more real the more she thinks about it. She has to stop herself from thinking about it before she spirals. Rafe would never let her deal with all of that by herself. He’d be there for her; she hopes. Y/N lets the lull of sleep pull her into its grasp as she fights her feelings for her boss. 
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The day before Francine’s engagement party, Y/N goes to try on her dress she just got back from the dry cleaners. She unzips the bag and immediately notices the giant tear at the top of the dress. This is the only appropriate dress she has and now she doesn’t know what to do. It’s too late for her to get a dress and she has to work tomorrow before the party. Her first instinct is to call Rafe. “Is everything alright?” he worries, she never calls him this late. She shakes her head, forgetting he can’t see her, “No, the dry cleaners ruined my dress. I have nothing to wear for the engagement party tomorrow and I don’t know what to do.” “Hey, hey. Calm down. It’s going to be okay. I’ll take care of it,” he promises before hanging up the phone. His promise does nothing to calm her because she has no idea what he could do to help her, but she trusts him. She decides she should turn it in for the night. 
The next morning she is in the kitchen getting her morning coffee when a knock hits the door. Her eyebrows come together; she isn’t expecting anyone. She opens the door to see a man dressed in a suit with a chauffeur hat. He holds out a dry cleaner bag, “Good morning, Ms. Y/L/N. This is from Mr. Cameron. Goodbye.” The man leaves just as quickly as he appeared and she has no chance to ask any questions. She heads to hang the bag in her room, opening it once it is in her closet. The dress is a dusty pink floor-length dress. There is a high-slight that complements the off-the-shoulder sleeves and the sweetheart neckline is sure to display her bosom in a flattering manner.  She tries on her dress, not understanding how he got the correct size so that it fits her perfectly. She doesn’t care how he knows, but she couldn’t be more thankful for the beautiful dress he got her. 
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Rafe watches as Y/N readjusts her dress skirt before entering her aunt’s house, where Francine’s engagement party is being held. The gift is in his hand and he holds out his other one for her to take when she is done. He lets her cling to his arm to help her walk in her heels on the uneven path. The cars littering the streets of the New Jersey neighbourhood tell Y/N that they are one of the last ones to get here. She reaches up to knock on the door, but it opens before she can. 
“Y/N! I’m so glad you are here,” Francine excites, reaching out to give her cousin a hug. “And this must be the boyfriend, Rafe. It’s so nice to meet you.” Rafe doesn’t expect the hug he receives from the petite brunette. He awkwardly returns the hug by letting go of Y/N’s hand. “Hey, Fran. Congrats,” Y/N felicitates. Rafe follows suit, “It’s nice to meet you too. Congratulations. Thank you for letting me be a part of the joyous occasion.” “No problem! Anyone who makes Y/N/N happy is welcome to join the festivities. Come in. Food and drinks are in the kitchen. Help yourselves,” Francine replies. 
The couple makes their way inside to greet her family, which they find in the living room. They go through the general greetings before she introduces them to Rafe. “Mom, Dad, Nance. This is Rafe, my boyfriend. Rafe, this is my mom, dad and little sister.” Rafe reaches out his hand for her parents to shake but is pulled in for a hug by Phoebe. “It is nice to meet you, Mrs. and Mr. Y/L/N,” he says, still in the hug. Phoebe shakes, “Oh, please. Call us, Phoebe and Nate. We aren’t big on formalities here.” 
He nods at the statement and turns towards the younger girl. Her freckled cheeks are burnt red under his gaze and she nervously puts her hair behind her ears. A habit that Rafe guesses she models from her sister. “And you must be Nancy. I’m a big fan of your art.” Her cheeks turn even more red and she lets out a little giggle, “Uhh, y-yeah. I-I-I can m-make you s-s-something if you want.” He gives her a simper and reaches into his wallet to pull out a couple hundred dollars. “I would love to commission a piece from you. Whatever this can get me,” he charms, handing her the money. Her giggles continue and she adverts her green eyes away from him. Nate takes the money from his youngest hands and gives it back to Rafe, “She can make you something for free. Thank you for offering though.” The fourteen-year-old frowns at her father’s words but grins when she sees one of her relatives pass by with a plate full of desserts and she falls behind him to the kitchen. 
Y/N excuses herself from the conversation to head to the bathroom. As she exits the bathroom, she is corned by Natalie. “So, where is this so-called boyfriend of yours?” she smugly snides, looking around for Rafe. He spots the cousins from across the room and he isn’t sure who it is, but he is pretty sure he has a good idea who she is based on Y/N’s facial expression. He quickly swoops in to save her. He crosses the room and wraps his arm around her waist. He uses his other hand to turn her head toward him, leaning in so their lips are practically touching. He gives her the opportunity to choose if this goes further. She takes the chance and presses their lips together. Warmth builds in her belly as she moves her lips against his. His other arm finds its way around her waist like its pair and she wraps hers around his neck to deepen the kiss.
This is the first kiss they’ve shared since they started this “relationship”. They had no reason to kiss on the other fake dates because they didn’t need to put on a show for a live audience. And she can’t help but feel that this is a dangerous situation she is in. This kiss is pulling her further into the hole of her feelings for him.   
The cough that Natalie lets out causes them to pull apart. “Sorry, where are my manners? I’m Rafe Cameron. Butterfly’s boyfriend. It’s nice to meet you,” he sneers, holding out his hand for her to shake. Y/N’s heart flutters at his new nickname for her. Natalie’s lips tighten as she notices how handsome Rafe is, “Natalie. It is a pleasure to meet you too. So how did you two meet?” Wanting to get away from her cousin, Y/N quickly interrupts the pair. “Actually, I’m feeling kinda peckish. Boss, how about we go get something to eat?” she suggests, not waiting for an answer. She pulls him into the kitchen and whispers once they are out of earshot, “Thank you for saving me.” He gives her the first full-fledged smile she’s seen him give someone. She’s only ever seen him smirk outside of work, never a genuine, teeth-showing smile. “You’re welcome.” 
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Y/N sits at her desk focusing on inputting all of Rafe’s appointments from her work planner into his online calendar. She hears the loud whispers going around the office but thinks nothing of it because of her work. “How come you didn’t tell me that you were dating Mr. Cameron?” a voice pulls her out of her work. She looks up to see Jenna standing at her desk. Y/N’s eyebrows meet at a point, “What are you talking about?” Jenna lets out an exasperated sigh and shows Y/N an anonymous thread on Reddit. In the picture, Y/N and Rafe are standing in her aunt’s living room with Rafe’s arm wrapped around her neck behind her. His head rests on top of hers and they both have serene faces. If she didn’t know any better, she would think they were actually dating.
Even with the picture being posted anonymously, she still has an inkling as to who would have taken it. Y/N takes the phone out of the other girl’s hand and examines it further. She knew this was going to have to come out eventually, but she thought she had more time. “Uh, yeah. We wanted to keep it quiet for as long as we could. You know, to give this a real chance without the pressure of other people’s expectations on us,” she uses as an excuse. Jenna’s head moves up and down, “Makes sense. It would’ve been nice to know when the contractors were sprouting out all that stuff about Rafe. We wouldn’t have needed such a long meeting.” 
“Yeah, sorry about that. But I let him soft launch our relationship to help out a little bit. Like Mr. Ward suggested.”
“Right. Well, congrats. I didn’t know you were the relationship type. You seem happy though, so I’m glad.” 
Jenna leaves her work area and Y/N can’t help but think about what Jenna said. She knew that Jenna was right, but it still stung. The last relationship she had was when she was in high school. Since then, she’s dated a few guys for a few weeks but she was always the one to call it quits after a while. She isn’t sure why she never lets a guy closer to her for more than a few weeks; all she knows is that she gets the overwhelming need to flee. She is snapped out of the spiral when she hears her name leaving the lips of someone down the hall. “I knew she must have been sleeping with him. He’s always giving her special treatment,” Roger from accounting gossips to Linda. 
“I know right, I always knew she was a slut, who would sleep her way to the top.”
So this is the start, the start of everyone having an opinion about who she is based on what they read on social media and know about her ‘relationship’ with Rafe. Her high school was filled with people from different social statuses and she knows the types of rumours that spread about dating between social statuses. Feelings could never be genuine when money was involved. Even if this relationship is fake, it still hurts her that people would say shit about her. 
Y/N inhibition takes over and she needs to get out of the office. Lucky for her, Rafe was out of the city for a business meeting and he told her to leave whenever she wanted. She grabs her bags to leave and makes her way to the elevator. She feels the judgemental eyes of the other employees and sinks in on herself. The elevator arrives, letting herself sigh in relief once she is in the safety of the metal container. This makes her think that this is a big mistake. 
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Bad (J.WY)
Word Count : 1.9k
Synopsis : Weeks of coming to see the same stripper left her wanting more. Luckily her dreams are about to come true.
A/N : A special gift for my Mae baby, and the rest of the whore home. Hope you enjoy! Warnings under the cut!!!
⚠️Minors do NOT interact with this au⚠️
Warnings : swearing, strippers, alcohol mention, smut, unprotected sex, oral (m and f receiving), choking, slight degradation (being called a whore), marking, let me know if I missed anything
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            She always knew when he was coming on stage because he started with the same song every night. It quickly became her favourite song, listening to it whenever she could. She knew ever word to it now and yet when he came on stage, dancing to that very song, it’s like she’s hearing it for the first time again.
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Becoming a regular at this strip club was not in her plans. The first time she came was against her will, being dragged here for a friend’s birthday. But then he took the stage and she couldn’t focus on anything else. As if time slowed down and it was just the two of them. He consumed her thoughts, became the only thing she could think of, and she needed to see him again. And again.
            “Back again I see.” The bartender chuckled. “Want your usual?” Before she could answer, the familiar music of her new favourite song began to play. She turned her entire body towards the stage, waiting to see him. Hongjoong, the bartender, shook his head with a chuckle.
            He’s tried to make Wooyoung make a move on the pretty regular, telling him that she’s only coming for him. But Wooyoung has decided to up the ante every single show in hopes she’d approach him first. Wooyoung always makes sure to make eye contact with her as much as he can, practically begging her to approach him. He just wants to make her feel so good she can only think of him even if someone else is inside her. But he also doesn’t want anyone else to have her.
            “Want to meet him?” Hongjoong teased, leaning over the counter, causing Y/n to jump slightly. She glanced towards Hongjoong but her attention was quickly back on Wooyoung. “The things I do for him.” Hongjoong mumbled before walking away. He had a few tricks up his sleeve and one of them is locking the two idiots in the same room.
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            His performance came to an end and she watched as he exited the stage, glancing at her one more time, before disappearing backstage. She turned towards the bar to order a drink just to see no bartender in sight. Hongjoong approached her from behind, placing his hand gently on her shoulder. “Fuck sake!” She jumped.
            “Follow me. I have a surprise for you.” She didn’t know if she should trust the stranger, but her body reacted before she could even think about it, standing and following him to a room hidden in the back. “Make yourself comfortable. Your surprise will be with you shortly.”
            She opened her mouth to ask what was going on, but the door was closed, leaving her alone in the dim room. It was a room she’s never seen in a strip club before. She’s been to many, had lap dances at a few, yet she’s never been in a room like this.
            Before she could think about how strange it was, the door was opening again, and he walked in. The reason she was here to behind with. In all his sweaty glory. He was still shirtless, dressed only in a pair of shorts living little to the imagination. It drove her wild, her mind wandering off, thinking about all the things he could do to her. “Like what you see, bunny?” He teased. “Because I know I do.”
            She blinked up at him, her mouth running dry. He smirked as he stepped closer to her, her back now against the wall, his hands on either side of her head. His face was inches from hers, she could feel his breath on her face, but all she could focus on was his lips. Plump and close enough for her to kiss. Fuck it. She thought to herself, wrapping her arms around his neck, bringing his face to hers, and pressing her lips roughly to his.
            Wooyoung traced her body with his hands, starting at her shoulders, slowly tracing down her sides, stopping at her ass. He smirked into the kiss as he squeezed. “Jump bunny.” He growled as he moved his hands down to support her thighs. She listened, weeks of sexual tension finally being released. “What a good girl you’re being. Should I reward you, hmm?” She let out a small whimper as he began kissing down her neck, sucking just enough to leave a mark. “Use your words. What does bunny want?”
            “Fuck me.” She mumbled. Wooyoung just chuckled, carrying her over to the couch, gently placing her on it. She whined when he let go, causing him to chuckle again.
            “Have barely touched you and you’re already whining for more.” He was quick to touch her again, placing his hands on her thighs, pushing her dress up until her lacy panties were revealed, a clear wet patch forming. “Just what I like to see.” He smirked before kissing her inner thigh, sucking and biting his way closer and closer to her pussy, leaving a trail of marks behind.
            “Please touch me.” She whined, bucking her hips up closer to his face.
            “Don’t worry my little whore, I’ll make you feel so good. But you have to be good for me. Can you do that for me?” She whined. Wooyoung hooked his fingers into the top of her panties, pulling them down painfully slow. “I didn’t hear you, bunny.”
            “I’ll be good.” He pulled her panties all the way off, throwing them to the other side of the room.
            “Such a good little whore.” He said before licking her clit over and over, starting slow, getting faster. “Wonder how fingers you can take.” He teased, starting with just one, watching her face for a reaction, quickly adding a second. “So wet already.” Wooyoung growled before he began pumping his fingers in and out of her, sucking on her clit as he did so.
            “Fuck oh my god.” She could feel her orgasm coming, her legs beginning to shake, her hands in his hair. He didn’t stop when she came, instead he added a third finger, chuckling as she tried to hold in a scream.
            “Haven’t had enough have you? Look at you, practically begging for more.” He continued fingering her, curling his fingers inside of her, gently kissing her clit, sucking it here and there, until she came a second time. “Looks so pretty when you cum for me.” He brought his fingers to her mouth. “Suck.” She wrapped her lips around his three fingers, sucking them clean. “Such a good whore.”
            “Wanna make you feel good.” She said, sitting up and reaching for his shorts.
            “Yeah? Go on then. Make me feel good.” She wasted no time in pulling his shorts down, surprised at the lack of underwear, his dick hard right in her face. “How much can you take, bunny?”
            She looked up at him as she started by licking the tip, slowly taking him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around him. She watched as his head rolled back in pleasure, a soft moan escaping his lips. It fueled her to take more of him, slowly getting faster.
            “Take it all.” He growled, curling his fingers into her hair, pushing her head further, her mouth slowly taking it all, choking as the tip touched the back of her throat. “That’s right. Choke on my dick like the little whore you are.” He set the pace, taking control of her movements with his hands in her hair. “Just like that. Fuck.” His breathing was picking up, his dick was twitching in her mouth. “So close.” His movements were getting sloppy as he get closer to his high.
            She had no hesitation in swallowing every last bit of cum he shot down her throat. Smiling up at him as he grabbed her face, roughly kissing her as he laid her back down on the couch.
            “Think you can handle more?” He asked as he hovered over her. She nodded eagerly, pleading for him to fuck her. It’s something she’s been waiting for, hoping for, for weeks. Dreams of him absolutely ruining her, and they didn’t live up to the real thing.
            Wooyoung removed her dress completely, tossing it across the room like he did with her panties earlier. Her bra was quickly removed as well, his lips immediately wrapping around one of her nipples, his fingers playing with the other one. Her head rolled backwards, her hips bucking. Wooyoung chuckled.
            “Want my cock, bunny?” She nodded, lifting her hips again. Wooyoung placed his hands on her hips, bringing her body closer, lining up his cock with her entrance. “Fuck.” He said as he entered, going as slow as he could so he didn’t hurt her.
            “Go faster.” She whined. Wooyoung smirked before wrapping a hand around her throat, softly squeezing the sides. The euphoric feeling she felt in that moment was new, causing her to let out a moan much louder than she expected.
            “That’s right bunny. Let them know how good I make you feel.” Wooyoung picked up his pace, squeezing her throat a little tighter. “Let them know you’re my whore.” He went as fast as he could before removing his hand from her throat, holding her hips as he pounded into her.
            She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him down towards her, his hands moving to either side of her head, keeping himself hovered over top. She couldn’t help but scratch down his back. “Fucking hell.” She moaned as her nails dug further into his back.
            “God bunny do that again.” He moaned into her neck. She did as asked, digging her nails into his back, scratching and clawing, leaving behind marks that wouldn’t have anyone wondering where they came from. Everyone would know, and it fueled Wooyoung. Made him begin to leave more marks as he continued fucking her.
            Kissing and sucking on her neck, making his way down to her collarbone, down to her tits. Leaving his mark behind so everyone would know what went on behind closed doors. “Fuck I’m so close.” She whined.
            “Cum a third time for me bunny.” He growled. He continued exactly what he was doing, moving his hand down to play with her clit. She let out a soft scream, giving into the pleasure and cumming for a third time. He pumped in and out a couple more times before pulling out and cumming all over her tits.
            He pressed a quick kiss to her lips before grabbing the small towel Hongjoong left behind, softly cleaning up the mess he made on her. As he put his shorts back on, the door opened. Wooyoung jumped in front of Y/n, covering her still nude body from whoever decided to interrupt them. “Sorry to disrupt, but Wooyoung is needed on stage again in five minutes.” Seonghwa said before closing the door to let them get dressed again.
            Wooyoung handed her the dress he threw across the room but kept her panties for himself. “A little souvenir.” He teased, sliding them into his pocket. “Come watch me perform. Then we can have round two at my place.”
            He didn’t have to tell her twice.
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thenewausten · 12 days
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Quackity and his S/O in a rock band HC's!
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First at all, he'd be the vocalist for sureeee! You'd be the guitarrist!!!!!!
On the shows, Alex'd for sure sing for you the love songs of your band <3 He'd look at you all the time while singing it, making everyone including yourself almost die because it's too beautiful, cute and sexy!@@
Grabbing your waist during his performances 🤭 Or almost kissing you sometimes. Man, the tension between you two would be so big. Probably you'd make out backstage on your dressing room while your band mates are getting ready to leave :))
Probably you'd also have sex on your dressing room or bathroom after the show. He'd grab your waist and thrust into your cunt like there's no tomorrow, making you moan as you hold on the sink edge. "Fuck, you're so hot!" He whispers in your ear as he groans. "Alex, I'm so close!" You say, a loud moan escape from your mouth. "Yeah?! Cum for me, princesa. Let them listen to you so they can know you're all mine." The boy grabs your throat. "Only I can make you feel this good, uh?" You nod, moaning his name while you cum, he'd come right after, thrusting his cum inside of your walls while he grabs your hair. "So 'fuckin hot and all mine." He whispers on your ear as he kisses your neck.
He'd for sure write songs about you <3 I can picture you both lying down on your bed at night, you're almost on top of him, he's with one of his hands inside your shirt and you're making out like two teenagers when Alex breaks a very intense kiss, so suddenly that it scares you. "What happened?!" You ask him. "Uh, I just... I had an idea, I'm sorry, mi princesa, pero necesito escribir." Your boyfriend gets up and grabs a paper and a pen. You watch the boy write it down and get up to see what's it. "Is it a song?" You ask him and he nods. "Sit on my lap, hermosa." You sit on his lap and read the lyrics. "It's about you, mi vida." He whispers and kisses your shoulder and neck. "It's so beautiful, baby." You say to him and turn your head so you can reach his lips. "It's almost done." He kisses you and then starts to write again, he finishes writing and kisses your neck. "We can put it on the next album." He whispers and you nod. "I love you, amor." He whispers again, hugging you tighter. "I love you, 'Lexie." You kiss him with a smile on your face.
He'd get crazy with all your outfits for the shows 😭 "You're so hot, baby." He'd whisper in your ear and sometimes would stare at your body while you play.
Oh, the edits on TikTok would go crazyyyyy aswell
At the end of a song about you and your curves he'd kiss you, not a peck on the lips, a very intense kiss in front of everyone, even grabbing your ass as he pulls your body closer to his.
You'd always sit on his lap on a interview or 'somethin, Alex'd provoke you or you'd provoke him, always laughing and being on your own world that you both created <3
He'd be a very protective boyfriend, tho. On the shows, at parties, meeting fans or whatever. Always a very protective boyfriend with you, always making you feel safe around him!
He'd write almost all the songs of the next album for you, about you and your relationship!!! He'd be so in love he couldn't think about other things, situations or people, only about you :((
The boy would buy you flowers everyday before your show so you can get on the stage very happy and even more in love with him <3
He'd post a lot of photos of you, he'd be your number one fan!!!
He'd take you to a lot of midnight drives!!! You'd talk, laugh and kiss, maybe get a little bit drunk and have sex on his car.
"You're my favourite rockstar, Y/N." He'd whisper in your ear all the time, you'd laugh and kiss his lips. "You're my favourite rockstar, 'Lex."
Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoy the writing! :)
Requests are open!
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smuttyaf · 5 months
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SouthSide Serpent
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Rating: R
features; childhood friends to lovers, loverboy ashton, literally ashton has been pining for y/n, & sum good old smut :)
a/n: idek what to say but hi! i’ve been in retirement for like 4 years and rediscovered this account. i got nostalgic & decided… shit why not write again?
please cut me sum slack tho! i wrote this on my notes app & it’s been years since i’ve written so i would love to hear feedback!
& yes i am hella descriptive and like to build suspense! i can’t help it >.<
also! y/n is heavily based on serena from mtv downtown ( i love her ) & this picture of ashton ( xx )
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The crisp October breeze blew through your hair as the dull taste of your cigarette burns on your tongue; your forefinger and middle finger clenching the nicotine filled paper and pressing it against your lips, drawing in the vapour.
Your head nods along to the music playing before you just two doors down on the opposite side of your street. There was Ashton and his band, either playing covers of their current favourite songs, oldies, or new ones that they’ve all come together and created.
The usual guitar flow and drum beat of Maps by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs blasted through the speakers in the garage as the sound of Luke’s voice sang along on top of the tune.
You hum along to the lyrics as you glared in the direction, your lips peeling away from the filter and letting the smoke settle in your lungs before releasing it. The four boys were all dressed in their usual attire: white shirt, black trousers, beat up old chunky Doc Martins, and their signature SouthSide Serpents leather jackets.
As the wind picks up again you let your free hand tear away from your windowsill and tug the flying strays of your hair in front of your face behind your ear, the chipped black polish on your almond nails coming into view as you remind yourself you needed to get them done.
The bridge of the song is now blaring down the street, causing you to raise your cigarette back to your lips and think to yourself, what a coincidence this song is playing; the lyrics, the time frame, and the memories that all come flowing back as you hear the familiar melody.
It was 2009 and Ashton had invited you over during Christmas break to play Garage Band since Santa gifted it to him because that was the only thing he asked for on his wish list. You were both 8, banging on the drums and singing songs that you both were too young to know or remember from when your parents would play them on the drive home from school. But, for some reason this is the song that stuck with you both the most. Maybe it was the easy lyrics or the amazing beat but from then on it had you hooked to this alternative sound.
Now fast forward to a year ago, your now ex boyfriend Xavier was laying on your bed, finger pads heavy weight on your skin as he drew sloppy hearts on your hip. The wire of the headphones tangled between your shoulder and his wrist as you both listened to his playlist. The familiar intro notes to the song beginning to ring throughout the buds and the tug of your maroon lined lips turn into a smile.
“Already like the song?” He asked, brown eyes rested on top of dark circles scattered with freckles as he smirked down at you.
“I love it.” You sheepishly said.
The wind knocks you back into reality as it pushes through your window again, only making you remember how much you loved October; the weather changing, leaves blooming, smell of the rain just before it hit the concrete, the sound of the leaves dragging along the pavement, and the endless horror movie marathons that would run on AMC.
The orange, brown, and green leaves spin in the breeze and rustle along the branches as the sun stood brightly among the houses along the horizon. From your view on the windowsill you can see houses upon houses before you see the local water tower and old plazas that scream they need new merchant signs and fresh cement.
Your eyes flick to the lonesome string popping out of your black long sleeve before the sound of your phone’s text tone goes off, your eyes darting to the message running across the screen.
Stop watching me
Ashton’s text read, making you roll your eyes before placing them on the dark hair boy who had a goofy grin on his face from your view, his drum sticks were stuffed in one had and the other held his lit up phone.
With a smile on yours, you let the hand that rested in the crook of your neck tear away from the warm flesh and your middle finger stand in the air as a response.
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Clothes were thrown in every direction of your room as you let your eyes drag along your frame in the mirror, your loose knitted black sweater hung off one of your shoulders as low waisted charcoal jogging pants rested on your hips. Your hair was in its loose waves as your curtain bangs swept against your temples, your fingers curling into themselves in frustration as you tried to not stress over how you look.
You didn’t want to over enhance your appearance to see Xavier since he wanted to meet up to get “closure” -even though he was the one who called it off despite your many pleas- but you wanted to make him feel bad for even deciding to drop you.
A frustrated sigh left your wine stained lips before turning around and sticking your feet into your ruined Converse. The low muffled sound of Xavier’s Prelude is heard out your window and you feel your heart drop.
You never understood why you always felt this way about him and why you couldn’t just get over this stupid boy who likes to break up with you every other month, a new reason every single time. The constant tears, text threads, and blocking to unblocking seemed to never get exhausting to you because you were always back in the same place, wondering if you overdressed to see your ex for closure.
The chime of Xavier’s specific text tone rings through your room and you already know what it says, so without checking you twisted your foot into your shoe to fit perfectly before you reach over and grasp your phone in your hand and tug your way to the window sill. Fingers pressing the frame up and letting the fall air sweep into your room before crouching down and fitting yourself through the frame and safely scale down the roof, onto the sturdy vine wall filled with dead clematis that prickled on your palms the way down before your feet landed on the short cut grass.
As you turned away from the wall and begin tugging your feet towards the black coupe, your eyes catch on the tall frame standing on their front step as an amber light glows slightly illuminating his face. You already know this is Ashton, so with a slight smile you let your index finger rest against your coated lips, a gesture to him to be quiet.
The only response he gives is his head nodding off to the side with smoke trailing out of his mouth.
The smile quickly falls as your fingers clench the car door handle and tug it open, the smell of him crashing down on you as you sit in the familiar leather, the hum of the engine vibrating under you as the car peels off.
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The tinge of tequila burned on your buds as you felt the room spinning, the sound of chatter and shouts are heard from below you as the bass of Destroy Lonely’s song can be heard in the room you barged into when you gave up on waiting for Tabitha; who said she wouldn’t be long with the curly haired new kid in her history class.
Red solo cup was loosely clenched in your right hand as left was lazily running through your hair at random moments as you laid against the cottage floral bed sheets.
Here you were, back in the same spot you always found yourself in: drunk, heartbroken, and thinking about a boy who doesn’t even care about you. The constant routine of wanting him, then wanting to be far away but craving him every other second burned into your heart. The comfort and familiarity of him that you missed always overlooked every excuse he gave you whenever he broke things off.
Last month he said he needed time to himself, this month he told you that he was confused and didn’t know what he wanted; frankly he lost feelings for you, at least that was what he says now. Those words kept on replaying in your mind as if that was your favourite song. The way he sounded emotionless yet unsure that, that was what he really wanted.
And just with those thoughts, tears were flowing down your temples. Eyes blurring as the voice replayed in your head, the memory of him sitting beside you and saying that, to then recollect memories of how sweet and endearing the boy you loved in the beginning grew cold to your touch and looked into your hopeful eyes with detached ones.
The popcorn ceiling was fuzzy in your sight as the tears spill over your waterline and beads down the sides of your face. You already knew your cheeks were heated up, the liner and eyeshadow that was occupying your bottom lashes was smudged and probably slipping away with the liquid as a sniffle wrinkled through your nose.
God you hated this; the empty feeling of missing someone who you know you shouldn’t want but yet crave so badly. Why him? Why you?
As you were deep in thought you hear the rustle of the door knob before it turns and the music that pours from outside reaches into the empty depths of the room, the sound of footsteps halting and a sharp intake of breath being heard, but you don’t dare look away at the ceiling. Frankly, you could care less about who sees you crying your eyes out on this outdated duvet with ruined make up.
“Fuck my bad!… Wait Y/N?” The recognizable voice of your childhood friend is heard before the door is closing shut.
The weight of him sinks next to you on the bed as you let your eyes close and the final stream of tears leave your eyes.
“I look desperate don’t I.” You state, voice raspy from the strain in your throat as the usual feeling of a ball is formed.
“I think you look sad,” He points out, making you snort as the hand that was lazily playing in your hair tears away and feels the sheet below you.
“No shit,” You mumble before letting your eyes peel open.
“You and Xavier broke up again?” Ashton questions, the sound of his zippers clashing from his jacket as he shuffles around.
You only hum in response before you let both of your arms sit you up on the bed, your back standing straight as your hands cradle the solo cup. Your eyes stare down at your ruined pantyhose beneath your mini lace black skirt before they flicker to look at the hazel boy.
Eyes connecting with yours, you hear his breath hitch as he draws in your appearance. Cheeks with a glow of cherry red sweeping the bones under your eyes that are damp with black eyeshadow, your eyes were still puffy and red rimmed as they batted slowly up at him.
“He doesn’t know what he wants,” You let out, your eyes rolling before letting your plum coloured lips take a sip of the warm mixture of Pepsi and tequila.
“Oh?” He says in confusion, bushy eyebrows coming together trying to figure out how that could be since he saw you two together three nights ago.
“I’m so sick of being with these screwed up guys all the time,” You state, hand tearing away from the cup to dig your nails into the rips of your stockings.
“Really?”
“I have such crummy luck or taste? What is it with girls like me? All a guy has to say is, he can’t express his feelings or he listens to Deftones and it’s like my head tips right over and my brain start to slip out of my ear.”
Ashton lets out laugh, the beer bottle he’s holding by the neck resting on his knee as he stares down at you. “So which one is Xavier?”
“Both,” You scoff while sticking out your tongue in disgust.
“You know… if you wanted to, I’m sure you could have a different great guy to go out with every night,” Ashton assures, a smirk tugging on your lips as you decide to ignore the glint of promise in his eyes.
“No way, I’ve always been a mess. Remember Cleo?” Your second boyfriend that seemed to be stuck on your hip but ironically found someway to cheat on you every weekend yet you still dumbly went back to him every. single. time.
The feeling of your sheer button up rubs against your arm as you let your hand fall against your hip and feel your black crop top tight to your skin.
“Maybe you just need to talk to someone who isn’t your usual type,” Ashton points out. Your head nods a few beats as your thick wedged heeled boots run over the wooden flooring.
“Maybe I’ll be luckier if I tried dating someone nice for a change,” Voice hopeful as your eyes dart away from the bubbly dark liquid into Ashton’s brown hues.
“Nice guys,” Ashton says with a smile, both of his hands tearing away from his knees as if to gesture to himself in this equation.
A laugh escapes your lips before your eyes run over Ashton’s frame from head to toe.
“What are you getting at Irwin?” You say with a pointed brow, playing stupid to the implication.
“Oh nothing..” He sings while tearing his eyes from yours, toothy smile still spread on his lips before he takes a swing of his beer.
You shake your head with annoyance before your hazy eyes look down at your lap, your hands resting on the cup and drumming a random tune.
“Honestly Y/N… I think you’re a really great girl and…. I just think maybe…” His words a scrambled mess and trailing off. You smile to yourself before turning to look back at him.
“Mm?” You question, the fifteen percent liquor coursing through your bloodstream and giving you confidence as you lean into this chest, eyes never tearing away from his. Because if Ashton was going to give you hopeful eyes and stuttering speeches you might as well put the ‘nice guy’ to the test and see if he was really about what he said.
That only made his lips break into a smirk, his tongue sneakily gladding along his bottom lip to wet it before looking into you daringly.
That only made you squish your plucked eyebrows together in question. How did the stuttering boy from just a view seconds ago all of a sudden turn cocky and confident? How many drinks did he have? Or was it the weed that clung to his jacket that gave him the boost.
“I think you should give me a chance,” He nips back, and before you can even respond to him, you watch his neck crane down and press his lips against yours.
The crisp taste of his beer stung your lips as they opened and immediately danced along with his tongue. White liquor and brown meeting together to taste each other and leave an acquired flavour in your mouths.
You hummed along to the feeling of his tongue circling against yours before peeling away and molding your lips to sink against each other. Your heart was beating through your chest, nails now digging into your plastic cup and head ducked back as you continue to press your mouth against his.
The feeling of his cold hand pressing against your neck caused you to shudder and tear away from his lips for a second, your eyes peeling open as they look in front of you. Black hair loosely falling on his forehead, the smell of his husky cologne clogging your senses, and the feeling of his fingers now dancing along the back of your neck.
“What are we doing Ash?” You breathe against his lips.
“Something that I’ve always wanted to do,” He says, making your heart launch. You bite down on your bruised lip and tear your eyes away from his, your stomach twist as you try and gain some self control as you almost fling yourself on top of him.
Something that he always wanted to do? You never really found yourself desirable to the point we’re men would see you in that type of light? But maybe what Ash said was just a simple lie, just so he can get what he wants and frankly you don’t even care. You’ve heard lies your whole entire life when it came to boys and this wasn’t any different, maybe you should just let your mind shut off from your stupid ex and just be in the moment for once.
So with that final thought, not having a care in the world, you drop the red cup in your hand and let your lips launch back onto his. Ashton follows your movements and the sound of the nearly empty beer bottle drops onto the hard wood, his right hand now resting along your neck as you both kiss each other.
Warm breaths, beating hearts and the sound of music is the only thing heard in the room as you lick into each others mouths. Soon you feel the weight of Ashton nudging you to lay back on the bed as he lies on top, you feel the cold zippers from his jacket press against your skin and all you can do is moan.
The feeling of his left hand tears away from the hairs on the nape of your neck and dance down your collar bone before letting it cup your breast in his hand, kneading the soft tissue which only makes another moan slip through you.
He pulls away from your lips and begins to suck and press kisses along your pulse, your hands that lie by your side now running up the sleeves of his jacket and into his hair.
A whimper spills out as you feel his hand tug your tank down and free your naked breast, he engulfs it in his cold palm making you let a shaky breath escape before you’re curling your fingers in his hair, the feeling of him twisting your nipple makes you bite down on your bottom lip. The pleasurable pain you feel running up your spine making your shoulders slightly buck off the bed.
“Hmm…” Ashton hums in your neck before tearing away, his eyes once such a light brown and green hue, now a chestnut and forest green colour filled with lust.
Your fingers tug away from his hair as he now descends down your body, his warm lips pressing kisses to your exposed skin as you let your hands tear your blouse and tank off. Your eyes never leaving his as he watches you undress. His lips now press against your pieced belly button as his fingers tear away from your chest and roughly takes your skirt by the band and peels it down your hips, your stockings following soon after.
Not wasting a moment he lets his mouth press against you covered core, lips pressing small kisses against your heat making you quietly moan. You wanted so desperately to tug Ashton into you and make him start devouring you right there but instead you let your hands trail back into his hair and play around with his locks.
Small kisses soon turn into open mouth licks, his wet muscle running up and down your clothed slit that it had your head digging back into the sheets, your legs spreading wider and whimpers endlessly trailing out.
“Ash.. please..” The words slip out so quiet that you assume he didn’t hear from the pulsing music below you, but instead your met with the feeling of his finger pulling your panties to the side and his tongue finally meeting you were you desired.
It circles around your clit gently before you feel his lips suck it into his mouth, a moan drawls from your throat due to the sensation. Soon enough, he’s letting his mouth discover the way you taste which only elects a moan from him. His tongue now dipping in between your two lips and curling around your insides.
“Oh my,” You moan as your fingers dig into his hair, eyes closing shut as you begin to slowly move your hips to the movement of his tongue.
The feeling of his right hand breaks away from your thigh and flows to your hips, his nails leaving small indents as you feel his other hand move away from your panty and rub against your clit.
The feeling of him humming against you sends a vibrating pleasure down your back as he continues to lick you, this only made your toes curl and your hands to fall out of his hair and onto his leather shoulders.
“Fuck,” You moan, your hands tugging him gently away from you as you feel your climax about to overcome your nerves.
And just as you feel it on the tip of your toes, the mouth between your legs pulls away beginning to press wet kisses up your thigh, his hand that once laid against your heat now meeting with the other at your hips.
A groan leaves you as your eyes tear open and look down at him. He mischievously looks up at you, his kisses now run up your stomach once again to lead to your neck.
“Upset?” He teases, only making you shudder at the rasp in his voice.
“I want you Ash,” You say breathlessly, turning your head to knock his out the way and look him in the eyes. “Please,” You utter, fingers now leaving his shoulders and brushing against his rip cage covered by his white tee.
Without any hesitation, Ashton is pulling away from your embrace and leaning back. He shrugs off his jacket, tugs his shirt over his head, his fingers going to the back of his baggy jeans to pull out his wallet to dig through before you see a gold package flash. If your cheeks could burn any brighter they differently would.
The mixture of his clothes and yours are strung through out the room, both of your shoes kicked to the bottom of the bed as he now shuffles his way back up to his original position.
Without question your hand meets the band of his boxers as you begin to inch them down his waist, wanting to return the favour.
“I think that can wait love, I rather be in you right now,” He breathes against your neck, only making your heart stutter. A sheepish smile tugs at your lips as you feel him twist around and lay on his side, his hands laying on your hips, turning you into the same position.
Your head rested on his arm as your back laid against his chest, hips aligned with each other as the feeling of his smell overcomes you. His knees prop up your legs as you hear the tearing of the condom package.
Deciding to distract yourself you let your eyes fall looking at Ashton. His black hair a tossed mess from your fingers, hazel eyes drawn to wear you both meet as he begins to run his member against your heat.
A whimper leaves your lips as you close your eyes when you feel him push inside, his hand now propping up your thigh as he eases into you.
He nudges your head forward and begins sucking kisses down the expanse of your neck, the feeling of his heart beating against your back and the smell of his sweat mixed with his cologne was filling your nose.
“Feels so good,” He mumbles against your skin, his arm that rested under your head turning slightly as he runs his hand against your wrist and takes your fingers into his, lacing them together as you continue to feel him stretch you out.
You never expected Ashton to have a thick piece but you also didn’t expect to be in this exact position right now, literally. Your childhood friend having his way with you while you were both drunk off each other and the alcohol in your systems.
His hips meet your backside before drawing back and pushing back in, your walls expanding with each thrust as you feel him begin a good pace. Moans begin to fall from your mouth, your eyes fluttering open every few seconds as your skin burns from the bruises soon to appear on your pulse from the black haired man beside you, skin still stuck to his lips.
“You’re moans are so pretty,” He breathes against you, his hand that was holding up your thigh runs up your hips to your chest, letting your leg fall as he takes one of your breasts and squeezes it gently.
All you can do is hum at his words because you’re too overstimulated to speak. The feeling of his thickness drawing in and out of you so heavily has you nodding off at the sensation, his fingers intertwined with yours beings to squeeze them together as the hand that was on your breast meets with his head at your neck.
“You like me fucking you,” He says into your ear as his hand squeezes your throat gently.
You nod your head as you feel your eyes slip close, and you were completely wrecked. He was so dirty yet gentle with you, peppering you with kisses yet digging into you so devilishly that it had your mind distraught.
“You like the way I feel inside you,” He continues, his hand growing more tight around your throat.
“Ash…” You say breathlessly, as your hand that rested against the bed sheets rises up and places it against the one making you breathless but encouraging your climax.
“Mm I like the way you feel around me,” He eggs on, and that makes you cry out, your back pushing pack and meeting his hips.
The feeling of your stomach twitching and legs quivering to close makes your head tip back even more against Ashton as you feel your orgasm on the brink.
That has him taking his hand away from your throat and slips it to lift your thigh back up as he continues to thrust into you, his lips press more kisses against your neck.
Your toes curl as the knot in your stomach expands and releases, the satisfying sensation washing over you as you let a deep breath break through your lips with a moan.
“Fuck,” Ashton hisses as he feels you twitch around him, the contractions from your high throwing him into his; his hips stutter before rocking back into you slowly, teeth gently digging into your skin, his breath being blown over the expanse of it.
The thickness of him slips out which causes your eyes to open, his hand dropping your thigh to wrap around your hips as his head buries into your neck.
The room is quiet for a moment as the only thing that can be heard is your hearts calming down and the chatter from down below.
“I would give you more kisses but I’ve made a mess on your neck,” His voice vibrates against you, that only makes you let out a broken laugh.
“I don’t even wanna know what it looks like,” You reply, your hand that rested on the duvet linking with his that rest along your stomach.
This felt nice, the amazing sex and cuddling session after. The room just being quiet and the only thing that can be heard is your breaths and beating hearts. This was so spontaneous that you still can’t even wrap your mind around what happened.
“How would you feel about doing this more often?” Ashton says after a few minutes, his chest moving as he pulls his head away from your neck to lie back against the pillows.
Having casual sex with him? You ponder on the idea. It was definitely one of the best you have ever had, he felt amazing and checked off every box when it came to how to please you. You couldn’t even lie and say that you didn’t find Ash attractive, you are also now officially single, free to due what we you wanted, so fuck it.
“Like… Friends with benefits?” You say, your thumb running against his hand still linked with yours by your head.
“Yeah, friends with benefits,” He confirms.
You let your head swish from side to side as you feel the burning sensation of his love bites strain against your neck as you let out a sarcastic hum to yourself as if you’re thinking it over.
“I wouldn’t mind that.”
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hypersonic04 · 7 months
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HEYYY (me again, sorry). i loved your take on the angst. so much so thank youuuu 🫶🫶
have u seen that video of ross at that wedding? ("this is my first drink" that one). well, a teacher!ross wedding date blurb is a need. it's the wedding of a colleague, it's summer, you're in your dress, he's loving it. it's warm and beautiful and the love is palpable, not just between the bride and groom. i feel like he'd get really emotional and as they exchange vows, he's thinking about what he'd say to you one day. he's drunk on more than the celebratory drinks, he's drunk on the atmosphere of love. in my head, he loves love, he loves a wedding, there's something about him thats just so wedding date. like he was made for weddings. I ALREADY KNOW YOU'LL ABSOLUTELY SLAY THIS. IM EXCITED.
If there's anything I love, it's that one specific video of Ross and a wedding, so this concept is dreamy! Also, this has ended up really long, I'm so sorry lol.
Like you said, it's of your colleague's weddings, and you've been so excited for it! I think it's down south in a big country house, gorgeous fields and scenery surrounding it. It's the peak of summer, a hot August day, and the sun is just beaming down all day. The two of you have booked to stay the night before the wedding, as well as the night of, so you get the car loaded up, Ross' suit laid over the back seats, and you drive down together. As mentioned, it's a colleague's wedding, and I think it's someone both of you really get along with. You've met his soon-to-be wife many times as well, so it's so lovely for you to watch him get married!
The wedding ceremony itself is gorgeous. There's a huge flower arch, everyone having the best time and spirits are high. You look so beautiful in your dress - in my mind, it's satin and a sage green colour, perfect against your newly tan skin from the vacation the two of you had just got home from. Your hair is perfect, your make up is so glowy, little cream-coloured heels giving you a bit of added height. Ross loves it. The second you put it on, he couldn't stop running his hands over your hips in the slippy material, constantly holding onto you in some way. You can't stop looking at him either - he looks exactly how he does in that video, the navy of his suit perfectly complementing your dress. You were a bit flustered when he first put the suit on in the hotel room that morning, and he 100% noticed and loved it.
You're sat waiting for the bride to arrive, the string quartet playing one of the couple's favourite songs, and it's just so bloody lovely. You're holding his hand in your lap, admiring the decorations and all of the guests' outfits, but his eyes are fixed on you. You meet his gaze and he's smiling at you, lovesick just like you said in the ask, and it's like you can read his mind. Don't get me wrong, all you can think about is when this is your turn too, but the look on his face makes you dream about it even more.
The bride arrives and the ceremony begins, and I totally agree that he gets emotional at the vows! They've written their own, and they're both so lovely and sentimental, and he immediately starts to wonder what he's going to say to you one day. You squeeze his hand, whispering a little 'you okay?' with a smile, smiling even wider when he gives you a nod and brings your hand to his mouth, pressing a kiss there. They walk back down the aisle and like you said, the love is palpable! Although the wedding has been beautiful, Ross hasn't really paid much attention to anything else other than the way your face lit up at the sight of it all. He imagines you in a white dress, how you'd smile at him when you're stood hand in hand at the altar, how it's all he wants.
After the ceremony, you're all having glasses of champagne and chatting away as the bride and groom have pictures, maybe talking with some of your other work friends that were also invited. There's music playing, the sound of laughter and conversation everywhere, and you can't help yourself when you hold onto his arm, resting your head on him. He looks down at you with an 'I love you', kissing you gently. The reception is gorgeous, the drinks are flowing, you're all having the loveliest day. He gets on like a house on fire with everyone sat at your table, and it makes you fall even more in love with him, the way he laughs at the terrible joke someone makes and is so attentive when asking about people's careers and whatnot. He's bringing you drinks whenever he sees your glass empty, dragging you to the dance floor when his favourite songs come on, and he is just the absolute best wedding date, just like you said! When the bride and groom have their first dance, you lean back in your chair so you're resting against him, and you tear up. He hears you sniffle and presses a few kisses to the exposed skin on your shoulder. You have a bit of a slow dance yourselves later, and he just says it - "I can't wait until it's our turn.". You immediately get all sappy, replying with "I can't wait, either.".
When the party's over and everyone's said their goodbyes, you head up to your hotel room. You're so exhausted from the day, but in the best way possible. Your feet hurt from dancing and your cheeks actually ache from smiling all day, so you just throw yourself dramatically onto the huge bed when you get there. Ross helps you take your shoes off, holding your ankle and undoing the straps as you giggle at him looming over you, perhaps a little drunk - if your eyes could have hearts in them, they would. "I love you so, so much, Ross.". You're laid in the middle of the bed, hair sprawled out and your dress coming down your thighs as you lay with your feet up, and he can't not look at you. Your eyes are shut, and I think maybe he has to tear his eyes away from you before he starts getting emotional lol. You open them as he starts unbuttoning his shirt, walking around the room with it open, your cheeks hot as you hold yourself up with your forearm in a tipsy attempt to look sexy. He laughs at you as you giggle, wondering how it's possible to love someone this much.
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mazeinthemiroh · 2 years
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park seonghwa boyfriend headcanons
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genre: fluff
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warnings: none
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song rec: dancing like butterfly wings by ateez
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a lot of you were asking. begging. pleading for me to do seonghwa bf headcanons
i honestly can't blame you
this man. this... this angel on earth-
i love him, love him so much
probably the sweetest guy you will ever meet. he is very humble and honest and so considerate of others ugh. he's just perfect.
as a boyfriend, he tends to prioritise your feelings and well-being ahead of his own. he will go above and beyond to provide and take care of you, in both little and big ways
he looks at you with those big, sparkly eyes that he does i'm gonna cry like you are literally everything to him. all he wants to do is make you feel happy and loved and wanted and appreciated
he is very in tune with his and other people's emotions, so he is attentive and aware if your mood turns negative. he believes that if you are feeling sad, neither he nor your should force yourself to be happy again. he wants you to just go through what you need to go through; he will lend a shoulder to cry on, give you tissues, run down to the shop to buy your favourite snack and support you through these negative emotions. he knows from experience that just letting these negative emotions come and go is much healthier than fighting with them. he will reassure you and ask if you want him to stay with you or let you have some alone time
likes to cuddle you in the morning. he will roll onto his side to see your sleeping form and will smile softly to himself, stretching his hand out to stroke your hair. he will shuffle closer and place an arm around your waist, cuddling you from behind pls i'm so soft for this man
you must know that dating seonghwa requires wearing matching pyjamas 🤷 its true he told me himself!! seriously though he would think it so cute matching pyjamas with you. will probably take a bunch of selfies with the both of you in these pyjamas cos yall look so cute together (and thennn he will put these pictures as his lockscreen <3)
he's a very soft and fluffy dude. he just wants to snuggle under the blankets and cuddle you all the time. when you are both cuddling he would say corny stuff like 'i could just stay here forever✨' and it always makes you giggle, but he isn't joking!!! just holding you close in comfortable silence, sometimes talking about random things, he feels so safe and loved :(
seonghwa would very much appreciate if you indulge his interests. mainly his star wars and lego addiction. you don't have to be an avid fan like him but as long as you don't hate it i think you'll be fine lmao. he will also be very open minded to cool things that you like as well!
date with him would include:
going to the park / walking around the river - he just loves walking and talking with you. it gives you guys to hold hands or link arms while you catch up about what happened that day
lego dates - yes i said it. if you like lego just as much as he does, he would love to build lego sets with you. it's always fun because you guys are creating something together whilst talking about all sorts of nonsense he'll probably make it into a competition to see who completes their lego set first, my man is competitive af!
go to the theatre - this is kinda random but i can just see seonghwa wanting to get dressed up with you and heading out to see a play or performance of some sort. he likes trying new things and what better way to do that than doing it with you?
basically seonghwa sets the standards for all other men, so true
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steveshaped · 4 months
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i knew you'd come back to me
a/n: i was searching for a christmas fic with steve, a little bit of fluff and a whole lot of angst. this is just me scratching that itch. btw this is a sideblog which i'm using to write and i don't know if i will continue using it or not.
anyway, this is entirely inspired by my obsession with cardigan by taylor swift so... here we are.
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pairing: steve rogers x reader
content warnings: angst, fem! implied reader but can be read as gn! too. the snap didn't happen but time travel did, go along with it, would you? kinda sad ending maybe.
you stare at the pumpkin cookie dough as thoughts of last december creep in. snow, spaghetti, sparkling champagne, shortcakes, silver on the table and these cookies.
those were the kind of dinners you had with steve.
gooseflesh erupted on the back of your neck as you felt the cold air seep in through the door as someone walked in, snapping you out of the memory.
"good evening, would you like to order a coffee?" you ask customarily as you get ready to take his order.
"uh, yeah, can i get a pumpkin spiced latte with vanilla?"
you look up at the guy, almost hoping to see someone else. steve always ordered that since the first time you suggested it to him.
white snow and black coffee, that's who he was before he met you. until you started adding more spice to his life.
it was the middle of december and for some reason you've had steve on your mind all day long. the last time that you had thought of him was when a memory popped up on your phone with a picture of the two of you. you've since deleted all the pictures from your phone (of course, after taking a backup) but that was when you'd finally taken a step to put it past you. that was when you'd decided to stop making yourself suffer in the tiniest of ways. 
today was not helping.
today had been full of coincidences. if that's what it still was, a coincidence. you had gone to pick up your dress from the dry cleaners after your daily run in the morning and you'd seen the exact pair of levi's that steve owned. perhaps not the exact one because this pair had a huge stain on it. so you wound up thinking about the night when he'd been wearing those when he took you out on a date and you both ended up drinking a lot of wine with dinner. he was barely intoxicated, obviously– but being around your silly goofy drunk self made him less sober. and when you both stumbled into your home, unable to locate the light switches– steve opened your curtains whilst you played some music from your phone and took out the good wine for the both of you to have. then your favourite song came on and steve asked you to dance– the streetlight streaming in– illuminating his face– he almost looked younger, carefree, more than you'd ever seen him. you leaned your head on his shoulder as he placed his hands on your waist, both swaying with the beat.
you remember that later when you'd changed into your sweats and crept into the bed with him, you were grateful that it was a sunday the next day and you'd be lucky enough to wake up next to him rather than be greeted with an empty bed as usual. steve adjusted as you climbed under the covers with him and his hand crept up your back, under your sweatshirt, trailing your spine– always at the same spot. as you tried to fall asleep, you spent some time tracing the stretch marks on his arms. the ones he said he had gotten when he was treated with the supersoldier serum and his body grew too quickly, too soon. he wore a thrifted vintage tee, the one he'd found when you took him to your favourite thrift shop down the street. not quite as old as him, but then again, only a few things were. somehow he gravitated towards them, feeling a kinship towards the lost things of the world. it was the same tshirt you'd seen a dad wearing in the park you'd gone to for your morning run.
normally you didn't have time to notice your body when you got ready for work. but today you noticed the constellation of stars tattooed on your knee. the ones he'd drawn after you slipped and fell in the shower and ended up with a large bruise and swollen knee. steve took care of you the whole day, he gave your knee kisses 'to make it heal faster', the way his ma used to. when he was finally leaving the next morning to go on a mission with nat, he drew those stars– a kiss that would stay with you. you waited for your knee to get better, wrapping it up and making the ink last longer on your skin till you could finally make it permanent.
but it was inevitable, you always knew you'd loose him. every time he went on a mission, every moment he wasn't with you, you were preparing yourself for it.
only when you had started to feel more secure– only when you'd catch yourself daydreaming of a future with him– that was when you'd lost him. you remember the car ride to the train station when he was leaving again for new york that week. you'd been feeling odd that day, for no apparent reason. you assured yourself that steve will come back soon. he'd been living with you for the past couple of months until he got a call from tony (only that it was bruce) telling him about some infinity stones.
the steve you knew, listened to you. when he left, he'd grown out his hair and beard on your suggestion– that was your steve. not the version that everyone else knew. the steve you knew was a human being who sometimes made mistakes, occassionally had mood swings, on some days he loved you more and other days not so much (on days you'd had another one of your fights about his retirement) but at the end of the day, he was yours. that's what you thought.
everyone else thought that if anything, steve was loyal. but when the war was over and steve left with the infinity stones, you sat in your home waiting. for days and days you had waited. but there was no news of him. had something happened to him? did he need saving? if so, why didn't anyone go back for him? and no one would say anything. not even bucky. you weren't sure if you had to grieve or not. the only thing you knew was that steve was alive. he didn't come back to you though.
until tonight, when you came back home to find someone sitting on your porch, waiting for you. it took you some time to register. it was steve, it really was him but, he was older. much much older than the steve you knew. 
"y/n"
"steve" you said, surprisingly with a steady voice. you didn't know if that made you look brave or detached. would it make him think that what you had was not real? but if he really went back to live his life then did he ever think of your relationship as something real?
"can we talk?" he asked. his voice was heavier, older too. you let the man in. made him a fresh cup of coffee. 
"the cold really hits you at this age" he says and you laugh out loud. steve was never cold, even when you'd be shivering with teeth chattering cold, you could still find him to be perfectly warm. on occasions you have used him as a human heat regulator. you hand him a hot cup of coffee as you sit down on the couch.
he explains what happened. he explains how he chose peggy. he was a loyal man after all, he had to show up for the promised dance. and he stayed, he wanted to. but he didn't want to hurt you. you'd only been together for how long? you let him finish because you didn't want to fight him. you don't even know how to anymore because this man wasn't the steve you knew. this man had lived his life.
so you let him finish his story. about how he'd passed on his shield to sam. how he needed to come back a last time to explain everything to you because you didn't deserve what he did to you. it took him months because he was sorting out legal stuff. and then some more time to decide what to say to you. and here he was.
last christmas you had steve, tackling you with kisses. a dust of sugar on your nose that he licked up for you. and the sweet aftertaste in his mouth when he kissed you right after. of steve, of sweet vanilla and pumpkin spice from his coffee that he'd had earlier.
you had met him on the train from new york. you'd get to talking around when he way eyeing your cookies (which smelled delicious, who wouldn't?) and so you ended up offering him some. you had some pretty good laughs on that ride, and you didn't mind that he finished up your snack. you'd only known him as steve. so when he asked you out on a date while geting off on the station, you weren't surprised– he was a charming man. and you weren't afraid of admitting that he had your heart right then.
and it's hard to believe that it was only last year that steve was here, putting up the ornaments on the tree for you, massaging your feet after you came home from a very busy day at the cafe, him kissing you at midnight on new years. why is everything so different now? you couldn't help but wonder, what if it wasn't? what if that steve was still here?
but he wasn't. and for that you forgive him, you had to. for your own good. he chose peggy and you forgive him because what you had with him was enough for you. 
you never did hope for a lifetime with him. 
what you had was a lifetime. 
"it's okay steve" you said. and he knew that you were okay then, that you will be okay without him.
that night was the last you saw of him, you sat beside him with your head on his shoulder, breathing him in for the last time as you held his warm hand between your cold palms. and before he left, you kissed his cheek for the last time. you had him at last. he came back to you. and your's was the last kiss he would hold.
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serialee · 1 year
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Ateez Reactions: Dressed Up
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Edited pictures belong to (aykdzip)
genre: sfw - fluff [693 wc]
pairing: ot8 x gf.reader
warning: none
○ 'NEVERLAND MASTERLIST' || 'NAVIGATION' |
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◆ PARK SEONGHWA & JUNG YUNHO ◆
compliments, lots of them. Full on fanboying, love filled eyes.
When you blurted out loud one day that you felt like going shopping to cure your boredom, he didn't hesitate to pick up the car keys and accompany you shopping. However, if they could be a bit blunt, you were somewhat taking very long in the mall. You laughed when you heard them whine from outside as you were finally trying on clothes. The moment you stepped out in your first outfit, he felt like his breath was taken away. He wordless-ly stepped closer to you, reaching his hands out to wrap them around your waist, wanting to pull you closer.
"Oh sweet heavens, look at you my baby look at you!! Wow ... just...wow"
"hahaha aren't you embarrassed people are looking at us?"
"Wow you look absolutely gorgeous i think I'm falling in love all over again"
◆ SONG MINGI & CHOI JONGHO ◆
surprised and suggests photoshoots, maybe couple dress ups.
Busy, busy, busy. Everyone in Ateez is busy preparing for their biggest comeback yet with Deja Vu. Your boyfriend was no exception even though he is already dressed because he was brainstorming poses. A little frustrated with himself, you came by a whirlwind of a surprise as you strutted in matching Deja Vu goddess dress making the crews' jaw drop and the members clapping at the confidence you were showing. He turned around to see you and swore he entered heaven because how was he so blessed with such divine presence such as yourself? He could not take his eyes off of you or your dress but certainly not shy of compliment, matching your confidence and pulls you against him on set. The photographer played along and tens of minutes later, you just had your first photoshoot with your boyfriend.
"Thank your being my pose inspiration, gorgeous"
◆ KANG YEOSANG & CHOI SAN ◆
In love, prepares for a spontaneous dinner date. no time is to be lost!
When his head turned to face the door, he saw you walk in with rows of bags on both arms. It looked like you were ready to fall due to unbalance, so he got up and rushed to take some of the weight off. He laughed at you, asking "what did you buy so much?” 
“I promise you I didn’t mean to…” he knew there was more to that, “it’s just just there was a mega sale going on …”. That seriously got him into fits of laughter. He is laughing at your body language, head down and swaying your legs like a child getting caught. You shooed your boyfriend out so you could do a try on haul without being disturbed. You only went out to show him when you wore your favourite purchase, that immediately became his too! 
“Ohh my god, you look gorgeous. Gimme 10 minutes baby, you wait here! Oh, I’m going to dine-date you so good tonight!” That was the start of a rather silly dinner date, buying you flowers in front of you. You didn’t mind because honestly, it was just so cute!
◆ KIM HONGJOONG & JUNG WOOYOUNG ◆
And queue the love noises. Get ready to be shown off like a model; his model. 
“God, tell me how lucky was I to get such a hot girlfriend like you??” you heard your boyfriend yell from the other side of the room as you changed into your most favourite outfit. His sudden outburst turned the entire photoshoot crew into laughter. You could hear some of the staff jokingly play around as they called out to you on how jealous they were that you had a boyfriend so in love with you. You hollered back at them, letting them know how it really felt if they were in your shoes. Not a minute later and the floor sounded like an alpha wolf was present, the whistles and howls he made to hype you up. Rotating the camera in a dramatic way actually gave some awesome shots, surprisingly. 
“No no, it’s all in the model, it's all you baby...all you”
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avonne-writes · 1 year
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would you ever been willing to write more modern aus, they are so good! just can’t stop picturing drunken aemond at a club grinding all over luke when they aren’t even dating
Thank you so much! 💕 Please take this short drabble as my humble offering.
Standing by a pillar at the edge of the dance floor, Luke is waiting for Jace to get their drinks. They’re in their favourite club, the one Luke has been trying to lure Aemond to for months now, hoping that maybe, if the stars are aligned, they could finally get all the unresolved tension out of their systems. No luck so far, but Aegon promised he'd drag Aemond out tonight, so if Luke played his cards right and got Aemond jealous enough...
There's always hope, right?
He's dressed in a crop top and black jeans that hug his ass just right, hopefully a clear enough signal that he wants to get laid tonight but he's not desperate. He's fiddling with the dangle earring in his right ear when a large hand finds his right hip. Indignance and self-satisfaction battle in him as he contemplates his reaction. Unbelievable. This might be a new record for him - ten minutes in the club and he has already caught some pushy top's interest. He's not even tipsy yet, for Christ's sake!
He moves to turn around, but the guy's left hand finds his other hip and starts rocking him with the beat of the music instead. A warm exhale brushes Luke’s neck. "Hello, Lucy."
Luke jumps in surprise, but the hands hold him in place. "Aemond?!" He exclaims, craning his neck over his shoulder, and it is, indeed, his uncle, his sapphire-blue prosthesis glittering in the stroboscopic light. White-blond hair spills over Luke's shoulder as Aemond leans down to nuzzle him from behind.
"Hm." Aemond hums into Luke's skin, his lips brushing Luke’s pulse point as he continues swaying with Luke from side to side. Their rhythm doesn't even match the song blaring from the speakers. "Did you dress up so slutty for me, nephew?"
Aemond's mouth seals over a spot on Luke's neck with hot, wet suction. It makes Luke shudder. Fuck, but Aegon did make good on his promise, it seems.
"You taste slutty too." Aemond adds in a purr.
"What the fuck." Luke mutters, even as his palms settle over Aemond’s toned forearms. He's not slutty - in fact, he's in fairly plain clothes tonight compared to some of the other men on the dance floor. "Are you drunk?"
It's a rhetorical question, but it still annoys Luke that Aemond ignores it altogether in favour of grinding against Luke's plump ass. His pinkies slip under the waistband of Luke’s jeans while his hands slide up and forward to cover Luke’s bared stomach. Luke can feel him harden gradually, inch by inch, as he rubs himself against Luke in slow circles that vaguely resemble a dance.
Well. Luke can't exactly pretend he isn't pleased. It feels like a nice size.
He licks his lips. "Jace -"
Aemond's laugh sounds like a stroke of desire brushing Luke’s overheated skin. He slips a hand up under Luke’s shirt to pinch a nipple. "He's welcome to watch if he wants."
Jesus. A week ago, it was enough to feel up Aemond's thigh to make him storm away from the dinner table, and now he's ready to fuck Luke in plain sight? Fighting against Aemond's grip, Luke turns around to look at Aemond's face. He finds Aemond's cheeks flushed, his eye glassy from the alcohol as he guides Luke into a new dance that might as well pass for foreplay.
"Fuck." Luke turns his gaze to the ceiling for a second before looping his arms around Aemond's neck to draw him down. Aemond drops his head to Luke's shoulder and starts sucking marks into his neck. "You shouldn't be this drunk!"
He's going to kill Aegon before Aemond wakes up with a hangover tomorrow and kills him again.
"I'm not drunk." Aemond denies the obvious. "Let me fuck you."
Heat pools in Luke's belly, honey-thick and sweet. He stalls. "I wanted to dance."
Aemond straightens up to grab one of Luke’s hands, wedging his fingers between Luke's and pulling Luke's wrist to his mouth, pressing sloppy kisses to it as they keep rolling their hips together. Luke's cock throbs in his pants. "We're dancing, aren't we?"
He drops Luke's hand to press him against the pillar, leaning down until their noses brush. "Let's continue at my place. Wanna see you lose it, Luke."
Fuck it.
Luke is no saint, and Aemond is no damsel - this is happening.
In a teasing, meandering line, Luke's hand slides down Aemond's thin chest and stomach, then squeezes his cock. When Aemond groans, Luke gives him a smirk. He massages Aemond's length through the fabric. "Only if you're sober enough to remember how I like to kiss."
The hungry light in Aemond's eye shifts into something warmer. They've kissed only once before, long years ago, two confused teenagers unable to separate attraction and hate - but it still lingers in Luke's mind as a moment of perfection.
Aemond grabs his chin, careful but firm, and thumbs at Luke's bottom lip.
"I remember." He says, and seals it with a kiss straight from Luke's dreams.
Neither of them notice the outraged yelp coming from the bar.
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Hi, hello, hola, it's me! This is not a WIP Wednesday post (well, the WIP is always me), but it's something.
First off, thank you thank you thank you to all the beautiful people who messaged me, or commented, or tagged me in things, or even just thought kind warm thoughts at me while I've been away and not writing. Brain not working good enough to sort through the things and tag properly but you know the drill - I love you all.
Here are things I did while I wasn't writing AKA while I have Big Sad Brain:
I visited London, and had a great time - eating delicious food, flat-sitting, visiting old haunts, picking up new ones, spending time with friends, and watching too much Shakespeare. The salted beef bagels in Brick Lane are still unparalleled, there were daffodils everywhere, and I brought home too much tea but not enough biscuits.
I buzzed my hair short again, and as EarlobeGreyTea said, "it really moved your energy from bisexual to lesbian," and then followed up with, "I'm glad that I, a man, could explain your sexuality to you"
I read a lot. I read The Locked Tomb series (I'm obsessed) and fell down a danmei pit (I have consumed SVSSS and MDZS but not yet TGCF) and I have spicy hot takes on why I did not enjoy The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo or The Starless Sea. I re-read all of Ann Leckie's books. I read The Future is Disabled in a Socialist bookshop in London, and I cried so fucking hard that the gentleman in the shop asked me if I was okay. I read The Song of Achilles and Circe and wandered down the labyrinth of getting really, really into Greek myth.
Speaking of: I bought an ROG Ally (horrible name, hate it, but the console itself is fine, it's like a more versatile Steam Deck) and I played Hades. So much Hades. So. Much. Hades. And every time I met Patroclus in Elysium, I bawled, "He's so SAD! He's such a SAD MAN! I need to make him UN-SAD!"
I finally finished the godforsaken Totoro cross-stitch pictured above. As soon as I framed it, I held it up to my spouse and said, "Could a depressed person make THIS?" and he said, "Yes" and then "Good job," because he's a lamb.
When I had energy, I cooked. I learned how to make carrot ginger dressing and shogayaki, and how to velvet pork. I made some of my standbys, like applesauce pancakes and oatmeal chocolate chip cookies, and felt very Smug and Very Adult for putting frozen cookie dough into my freezer so Future Me could have cookies. I introduced my family to Uncle Roger and I've never heard my mother (1) get so angry and (2) laugh so hard. When I couldn't cook, I ate food that someone else made, and it was enough to celebrate: I ate a meal! I ate food! I fed a me! Hooray!
I spent time with my beautiful friends. I spent time with my beautiful family. They are so good and they have been with me through so many tough things and depressive episodes, through bullshit and drama and tears, like that time I screaming-yelled at someone over the phone (they deserved it) during an engagement party at the cabin and then I had to walk out and pretend to be Normal and got drunk on a lot of Old Fashioneds.
I grew things. Flowers and vegetables and herbs and I accidentally made a great home for some very invasive weeds. The squirrels left only one sunflower alone (they ate the rest), but even now in mid-October, there are still bright coral-red flares of peppery nasturtium, and feathery pale pink zinnias from my caretaker at work (who is an angel), and gigantic, blue-tipped borage. My best friend moved in down the street from me, so she's only a five-minute walk away, and now I can pick flowers and stick them in a vase and walk them over to her, and I love it. I grew too many tomatoes (they got..... scary. My favourite were the heirloom tomatoes, as big as my fist, that remind me of my Lolo) and forgot about the cucumbers (they got lewd) and let myself get coaxed into growing three different kinds of mint: chocolate, grapefruit, and berries & cream (because I'm a little lad who loves berries and cream).
I bullied my spouse into watching Practical Magic with me the other evening and every time That Fucking Cop came on screen, he said, "That Fucking Cop! This movie would be good but there's too much of That Fucking Cop in it" and I felt so v i n d i c a t e d
I tried to write. I tried to write. I tried to write. I tried to write, and then let go of trying to write and just let myself do all the other things that make up living, try to amend the soil so that something good can grow there again. I tried to talk myself out of unhappiness but it's funny how that doesn't work, how only hard-fought kindness has helped me trudge out of the swamp, again and again and again.
I had one of those moments recently that felt like it could have been in one of my stories. At Thanksgiving dinner, I was sitting next to my little half-sister-in-law (a mouthful, I know). She is seven and she lost her dad two years ago and she said, "I wish my dad was here." And I said, "I know, honey. I think we all do." And she said, "I miss his piano playing," because her dad used to play piano the other way someone else might doodle on a napkin - absentmindedly, brilliantly, while wearing a faded green apron and with a dishtowel thrown over his shoulder, in between checking if the roast was up to temp and pouring someone a glass of wine. Always red wine, from the Piedmont region, which is where my spouse's Nonna is from. I asked my little half-sister-in-law, "Do you think you'll learn how to play piano?" and she said, "I don't know," and I said, "It's okay not to know." And then she asked, "Do you have a Gothita?" and we went back to talking about Pokemon, which we had been talking about for a conservative 90% of the dinner.
I wrote this. I wrote this and it felt good to feel my fingers moving, it felt good to have words spilling from me, it felt good to have faith in words again, that the words could be something good, could do something good, that the worlds could just be and it could be good, and that I could just be, and that could be good. Just being could be good. Even if I never wrote another word ever again, just being would be good. As I said to one of my friends many years ago during some deep dark down shitty times, "It's hard work, being human. Thank you for doing the work."
Take care. I love you all. ❤️❤️❤️
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moonchild-in-blue · 1 month
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went outside to let one of my kitties play in the snow while the train was passing, the neighborhood was very peaceful and quiet. 💚
(i dressed appropriately for the cold, I promise)
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Like street lamps, we glow so dim Like four walls, you've shut me in
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I took a while to reply to this because I got weirdly emotional (what a surprise, pathetic wet cat girl is crying again), and rambled waay too much, so I'll spare you all and keep this under a cut.
Warning, this is Long and makes very little sense - I drafted it earlier this morning but wanted to get a picture of that ^ before posting. Also ignore my mistake lol, I should've double checked the lyrics beforehand.
You, know I spent a very long time last night looking at this picture. Something about the orange glow on the white layer of snow that is just... so peaceful and melancholic. I have a weird attraction to street lights - can't really explain why, but something about them makes me weirdly emotional (when I say I easily cry at the weirdest things, I'm not kidding in the slightest).
And then the snow.
Where I'm from, where I live, we don't have snow. Ever. Save for a small part of the very north of the country, the rest of us never get it - plenty of hail, and 5 minutes of barely-snow during a particularly cold day if you're extremely lucky, but never the real deal.
The first time I saw real, white, fluffy snow was during the autumn of 2016, right after moving to the UK for my studies. I was 19. It was such a beautiful moment - me and a bunch of other students from the dorms went out in our pjs at like, 4 or 5am to play in the snow. The first heavy snow I experienced was 2 years later, November 2018.
For the few years I lived there, I got to live through some wonderful snow days. It was amazing to wake up, look out my apartment window, and see the whole street covered in white. It's the one thing I genuinely miss about the UK.
Seeing this picture, the cars covered in white, the golden orange light, the night, dark and silent and peaceful, brought back so many memories of my early 20s nights. Getting home at 1am, exhausted and on the verge of tears, after a shitty shift at work. Me and my flatmates singing on the streets after one too many drinks at our favourite pub. 3am runs to the dingiest takeaway possible for oily chips and disgusting pizza.
So much of these seemingly ordinarily experiences are things that I will never get to live again. And that's fine and expected - I can't be 22 forever, and thank God I'm not! But I do get nostalgic about those times.
Sometimes I feel like it was just yesterday that I was waiting on the cold for a taxi after a house party, annoyed at myself for not kissing the guy I had a crush on. Sometimes they feel so distance, like forgotten memories belonging to someone else. And I don't know, this kinda brought back so many emotions, I had to take a moment to sort them out.
This also reminded me of a Midwest Emo album cover. Like, I can 100% see this picture on the next Real Friends / The Wonder Years / American Football / whatever band cover.
In particular, it reminded me of these two songs (aside from that first song I shared. Which btw I can't reccomend them enough). They're a bit sad (no surprises there), and not really related to your photo at all, but uhhhh yeah. I'm sharing anyways. Because why not.
Something about midwest emo/pop-punk bands that just puts you in a hyper contemplative mood 👍
If you read this whole nonsense ramble, I apologise. Once I get sentimental, it's hard not to pour over. I will never not be a sad emo girl, no matter how much time it passes lol 💙💚
Here's a nice cookie for your troubles 🤲🍪
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huggybug · 2 years
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black and white - quinn hughes
word count: 1.4k words
had to do it😌 inspired by the picture…
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“I’m tired, can we just stay home and send a gift?” You roll your eyes at your anti-wedding boyfriend.
“Quinn it’s my brother’s wedding” The dress your mom had sent you to wear today was beautiful and you knew it was similar to your sisters dresses because how else would you get the perfect family picture?
“Jake wouldn’t mind, I’ll get some signed merch for him” Ignoring his protests, you throw his tie (which matches your dress, of course) at him and walk out of your bedroom, announcing that you were leaving in ten minutes.
“So why are you not in the wedding again?” Quinn whispers from beside you as the ceremony begins.
“Kennedy has like three sisters so with them and her friends, there wasn’t really room for me” You didn’t mind, Kennedy felt terrible when she told you about it but you were totally fine with just observing from the crowd.
“So really... we didn’t have to be here” You glare at him before turning back to the front, ignoring his complaints.
The ceremony was beautiful and you enjoyed it, despite Quinn’s constant whining. You made your way to the reception, dragging Quinn along as you caught up with family members and friends. Your parents fawned over Quinn, congratulating him on the ‘fantastic season’ he’s been having. He was more at ease when he was talking about hockey which seemed like a win for you. By the time your brother and his new wife had come out and done their first dance, Quinn was ready to leave.
“If we sneak out now, we can have a quickie in the car” Quinn whispers in your ear as you’re walking past a table of your relatives.
You smack his arm, “As tempting as that is, we’re not leaving” You say with a sarcastic tone.
“C’mon baby, we showed up so let’s go” Quinn had made his rounds. He saw your parents, said hello, complemented your mom and sisters on their dresses, gave your dad and brothers the weird bro handshake… basically, he was done.
“But you look so hot tonight, why leave early? I haven’t gotten to show you off to everyone yet” You teased, tugging a little on his tie and you smiled when you saw the blush coat his cheeks.
Quinn cleared his throat. “Okay fine maybe a little longer” You grin, squeezing his hand in yours as you spot your favourite cousins standing off to the side, waving you over.
“Seriously babe, how much longer?” You rolled your eyes which made him pinch your hips. You were on the dance floor, swaying slowly to whatever song was playing after being forced by your parents to actually dance instead of sitting at the table like Quinn had originally wanted.
“If I act this way at your brother’s wedding please feel free to smack me” You grumble and Quinn just pecks your cheek, his form of an apology.
“Don’t be mad babe” You can’t help the smile that grows when Quinn digs his fingers into your sides, tickling the hell out of you. “Besides, I think we’ve got a long way until Jack or Luke gets married”
“Are you going to hate weddings forever?” You ask him. 
“I don’t hate weddings, I just would much rather be laying in bed with you right now” He kissed your forehead as you leaned against his chest, still swaying to a new slow song now.
“It just scares me Q” You swallow the words that were fighting to come out and Quinn could tell.
“Why?”
“I just-” Taking a deep breath, you think carefully before you finish your sentence. “What are we doing if you don’t like weddings? I mean you know I want to get married and you’ve known that since we started dating” It was never a taboo topic between you two. You talked freely about how you’ve been planning your wedding since you were 14 and that you had a fairly good idea of most things considering it. Quinn never really weighed in on the conversation but he was never opposed. Also, after four years of dating, you weren’t necessarily scared to bring it up.
“I do know you want to get married” Quinn confirmed and then paused. “I know you want to get married in a church and that your first choice would be pink for a colour but you could also do sage green or light blue. There needs to be roses there somewhere because they’re your favourite but not in your bouquet. You want a simple reception, maybe outdoors and you don’t want to get married anywhere but Vancouver. July 19th is the day you’ve been set on ever since seventh grade, who knows why” You listen as he rattles off the details of your dream wedding, everything down to the type of engagement ring you want. He gets everything right.
“You make me sound so demanding” You mumble but Quinn just smiles at you.
“I know all that because I listen baby, I know that you want to get married”
“But do you want to?” There was no question that it was what you wanted but Quinn was another story.
“I love you and if that’s what you want, I can be on one knee in two seconds. I’ve known for a long time now that I want that with you” He says it like it’s the most obvious and simple thing in the world. 
“Really? Even if I force you to have a big wedding?” You we’re teasing more than anything now but Quinn let it slide.
“I don’t care about the wedding. I just want the marriage” He bent forward to kiss your forehead and you sighed happily.
“Quintin you are such a softy” You poke his chest which makes him chuckle.
“I promise baby, say the word and I’ll propose right here, right now”
“With…”
“With your emerald cut diamond ring with a simple band, yes” He shook his head with a smile, you tugged him forward by the hips to kiss him.
“So you won’t act like this at our wedding?” You ask once you pull away.
“No because there is no where else I’d rather be” He answers smoothly and your heart flips. You just nod, letting your head fall gently against his chest as the two of you sway to the soft music.
Quinn whispers in your ear throughout the night, making fun of your younger brother who’s making a fool of himself on the dance floor. You drag him along with you as you visit with your aunts and uncles, he plays nice, lucky for you.
As the night progresses, you get more and more drunk. Quinn’s right there with you and you are both giggling by the time you’re ready to go home.
“You ready baby?” Quinn asks, leaning against the wall of the banquet hall, trapping you in the process.
“Hm yeah, should go say bye though” The guests had started filtering out an hour ago, there was really only a handful of people left, mostly your brother’s friends and then a few family members from each side.
“Come on then” He holds out a hand, gently pulling you up with him and holding onto you a little tighter than necessary but you weren’t about to say anything. The two of you say goodbye to your few family members left before heading towards Quinn’s car.
“You still up for that quickie?” You ask, eyebrows raised at him in the dark.
Quinn laughs. “Let’s just go home”
“Lame” You grumble but oblige anyway, getting into the car quietly. On the drive home, you reflect on the night in some shape or form.
You think about how easily Quinn fits in with your family; he talks to your dad about hockey and your mom about her latest obsession. He entertains your sisters’ requests for him to introduce them to his friends, something you’d be quick to shut down once you leave. They all love him and it’s not like it’s a surprise, he’s easy to love. You remember how watching him play with some of your younger cousins sent a wave of emotion through you but you shoved it down, deciding it was definitely too soon for baby fever.
Ultimately, Quinn is a lovely plus one however you can’t help but hope that the next wedding you’ll attend together will be your own.
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salami2 · 2 years
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| The “Day Off” |
| eddie munson x fem!reader, platonic!steve, platonic!robin, platonic!nancy |
| warning!(s) - eddie calling you princess & baby, mentions of past sexual activities/innuendos, mentions of eating, drinking (alcohol), eds being kinda a perv, mention of death, the both of you being lovey- dovey, basically everyone being a lil’ OOC.
| a:n - just wanted to write at least one eddie fic with pure fluff to let go of my pain! enjoy <3
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“Wait… what?”
You didn’t expect to hear Nancy Wheeler's melancholic voice on a chilly, Saturday morning in November. The sound of birds coming awake near the window of your bedroom. They were certainly more awake than you were.
Tiredly, you sit upright on your bed. Rubbing your eye with one hand and the other holding onto the bedside phone.
“Just you, me, Steve, Robin and your sweet ol’ lover Eddie Munson,” She states, “We’ll do some early morning shopping when there aren't many people and just spend the whole day out.”
While you would usually not want to do these two types of things, there were two factors that made you think about it:
1: Nancy Wheeler was the one who suggested it. Much different then Steve, who would usually insinuate outings.
And 2: She dropped your favourite boy's name…
You sighed, groaning into the phone. “Ok, fuck it- let’s do it. Gotta admit, this is new, Nancy. Never thought you’d ever want to do something fun.” you chuckled, picturing her annoyed expression perfectly in your mind.
“Just hurry and dress up. I plan on getting a well deserved break.”
And with that, she hangs up the phone on you. Making you shake your head. Though, you couldn’t help but agree with the poor, overworked girl. Girlie needs it!
Thoughts of Eddie lingered in your mind while you scowarged through your closet. A stupid smile plastered on your face at the thought of his stupid- but pretty- face. A small blush forming on your cheeks.
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It did not take long before you could see Steve’s car pull up in your driveway, honking the horn once as to grab your attention, but not wake anyone.
Eddie excited the car, excited to see you again. His body leaned against the car, eyes darting around to try and find you.
You emerged, dresses in your favourite blouse, long skirt and high heeled boots. While slipping on a brown, soft coat you stole from your mom. Like always, Eddie was astounded by your beauty. Entranced with the Morticia that made his Gomez.
Like a bolt, you clicked the door shut and ran up into Eddie’s arms. Giggling like a school girl.
“God, you’re so fucking beautiful, princess.” He professed, giving a chaste kiss to your temple.
“Goodmorning to you, too.” you chuckle, pulling him in for an actual kiss.
Steve honks his horn again to grab both your attention.
“Ok, lovebirds! You’re grossing out poor Robin here, don't stop making out and get in the car!”
Eddie rolled his eyes, offering a hand inside the car with a sweet smile. You slipped yours into his and giggled. Your boyfriend was a gentleman, after all.
Nancy smacked Steve's shoulder and grabbed his attention at the steering wheel. “C’mon, let’s get this show on the road!” Steve scoffed. “Yeah, I know. You act like we basically don’t have the entire day, Nance.”
You sat in the middle of Robin and Eddie. Resting your head on his shoulder and playing with his rings.
Robin sighed at the sight of you both being all buddy buddy with each other.
“Wish I had that kinda chemistry with Vickie. Maybe then I would vomit less whenever you two are together.” She joked, punching her in the shoulder.
The car ride was long. There were not too many car on the road, making it seem ghostly. The radio blasted the newest songs much to Eddie's dislike. Which he may or may not have gotten into argument with Steve on putting on his own music. But he simply said: “It’s my car, I’m driving, so it’s gonna be my music, Munson.”
Finally, after what seemed like a decade, your destination had arrived. Nancy got out of the car first, fully ready for the day ahead of her.
It took a while to drag Steve and Robin through those front doors, but it was worth it. The mall was almost desolate despite the couple of people roaming around.
Your eyes scan around and hit a store that catched your attention.
“Eddie, look! Let’s go over there.” You point, grabbing him by the arm. He chuckles.
The sound of Nancys voice reached your ears before you could get inside. “Be at the food court by 12 for lunch!” she exclaims, as everyone splits up to do their own shopping.
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“Ah- hey! No peeking, Ed!”
Your hand swatted away at Eddie, who was trying to sneak in on you changing into the lovely shirt you found on the rack.
“Is it a crime to see my lovely girlfriend's body?” He jokes, sitting back down on the bench near the changing room.
You rolled your eyes. “You’re acting like you didn’t see and feel my body last night…” Your voice teased, making him remind of the nightly activities you did at his place last night.
Finally, you emerged from the dressing room. Giving him a little twirl and fiddling with the shirt. “Whaddya think?”
He puts on a playful gasp, hands both placed on his cheeks. Home Alone adition.
“Princess, you look like a goddess!” He places a kiss on your forehead. You laugh at your boyfriend's antics.
“It's just a new shirt, Ed.” You laugh, playfully pushing him in the shoulder. “A new shirt that I would happily rip off and neatly put it away before going down on you.”
Your eyes scatter around the small store. Eyes catching onto a black, leather jacket that hung there on the rack. Waltzing up to it, you pull it off and hold it up for him. “Look at this. Wanna try it on? For me?”
How could Eddie say no to your pleas? He immediately takes off his own jackets and slips the new one on. Making you blush like a schoolgirl at the sight.
His body was accentuated with the new clothing garment. Eddies slightly toned chest and arms looking amazing in it.
“Holy shit…” You muttered. He spins around and looks in the mirror. Adjusting his hair and smiling at himself.
“Damn. I look good!” He exclaims, checking himself out in the mirror. You nodded, not being able to make the right words on how you feel come out.
“You look.. hoooot.” You dragged out. He pulled you in closer by the waist. Placing a firm kiss on your lips, laughing while doing so. “Guess I’m going to keep this, princess.”
It didn't take long before you and Eddie's perfect moment was rudely interrupted by abrupt laughter from a Steve and a Robin. Robin, crouched inside a steel shopping cart. And Steve, driving said shopping cart while trying to catch his breath.
Both of your eyes widened. Rushing up to the chaotic duo.
“What the hell!?” You shouted. Robin broke down into a fit of laughter. “Hop on in, guys!” She motioned.
Eddie hung off the side without question. In a fit you paid the poor cashier in the store for the shirt and jacket and hopped inside the cart.
“This is crazy-“ You manage to say, despite the constant shaking of the cart going- what seemed to be- 1000 miles an hour. “Yeah, crazy fun!” Robin retaliated.
This day was not what a certain Wheeler was expecting. Cathching up to her friends complete stupidity while apologizing on behalf of them.
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It. Was. Chaos.
Lunch rolled around: Nancy found the perfect restaurant near the mall. Classy, chic. Robin and Steve managed to ruin it by spilling water on the waitress and starting a debate on which movie actress was hottest.
They were at the GAP, and got kicked out because the staff caught you and your boyfriend performing… activities in the changing room. But in your defence!…
No, never-mind, you had no defence-
Now, the sun was setting. All of you, hanging around the mall parking lot. Hanging around Steve's car.
He comes rushing over with a pack of beer and a flushed expression. Setting it down.
“Don’t hate me- I tried this shit once at a party and I swear, I was flying. Well, either flying or completely wasted.” He admits. Handing one to a little concerned Robin. She was never entirely interested in alcohol anyways.
You grabbed one for you and Eddie. Everyone cheering in the middle. Everyone except Nancy, who was sulking on her own.
You give her a side hug, letting her head rest on your shoulder.
“I’m sorry, Nance. I know you wanted a perfect day.” You express. She hums in response, taking a long sip of her beer. “Was it so much to ask?” She mumbles.
“Honestly, if you think about it,” Robin chimes in, setting down her drink. “Today was pretty funny. Got kicked out of a restaurant, out of the GAP, and now were chugging beers in the mall parking lot. Like true teenagers.”
“Hey, to true teenagers!” Eddie cheers.
Nancy downs the entire beer way too quickly. Making you worry, just a bit. “I know, but I just… wanted to act like adults. I mean, we hang around my brother and his friends way too much. Wanted to get away from them. Y’know?”
Everyone gave small nods in agreement. Becoming quiet and slowly suffering. Moping around and being depressed- like true teenagers!
You got up from the concrete and Eddie's grasp. Taking that last sip of the can.
“Why the fuck are we just moping here? C’mon, lets hit the road! Be stupid! Let our hair out as we ride into the sunset and not tell our parents how shit faced drunk we are!”
Eddie stands up beside you. “Way ahead of you, baby!” he jokes, flipping his hair back dramatically.
You hop in the car quickly. Steve, Robin and Eddie following behind. You bring a hand out for Nancy. “C’mon, Nancy! Let’s end off your not so perfect day perfectly.”
And with a little hesitation, she grabs hold of your hand. Marching her way in shotgun and cranking everything up full volume.
“Yeeeeaah! Let’s go!!” Robin exclaims. Steve throws on his old pair of shades and goes faster.
You wondered a bit if the news report early in the morning would read: “5 Hawkins Teens Died in fatal Car Accident!” but shoved those ideas aside when you finally saw Nancy grin. A smile finally cracking her stone cold face.
What could you say? Being a teenager with the dumbest friends and boyfriend in 86’ was fucking metal!
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libbee · 2 years
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Please do post about the physical appearance and sexuality of a 8 th house Venus female
Hi! Trigger warning: abuse.
Can astrology foretell physical appearance of a native?
Well, they look like their parents or their grandparents. I look like a mix of my father, his mother and some other traits here and there.
I have often read such posts where Libra/Taurus/etc celebrities pictures and aesthetics are posted about natives. Perhaps it resonates on a subconscious level. For eg, I am venus in 8th house lady and I can subconsciously relate to femme fatale siren vibes but I dont act or dress like that in real life. So, perhaps you can relate to the aesthetic on energy levels but it totally depends on you how you style yourself.
When it comes to my appearance though, yes, I do attract a lot of envy and irrational reactions from people. As if they see me and want to project all the negative things on me. I also attract many narcissistic people.
Something that I have done all my life, even before I knew astro, was that I loved making eye contact with boys. I was a little kid staring into the eyes of my crush. We would have staring competition and we just stared at each other. I love staring. Eye contacts are my favourite thing about a relationship.
Throughout my school and college life, I always had a fanboy. Always. When I was a little girl, boys would stalk my house, write my name on the board, tease me in front of class, play with me, sing dirty songs at me, adult men would touch me, lots of cheek kissing and touching. During my teenage years, I used to get cat called, two boys gave me their phone numbers written on paper, one boy in my class was devoted to me like a servant (yes, he was that devoted), I always had a boy in my class who was just obsessed with me. In senior school, there was a boy who literally stared at me like crazy. He was the boy for whom I started using astro to know about. He was born on 1st May and I thought he was Taurus. I used to calculate our zodiac love scores lol. Little did I know astrology is much more dense and elaborate.
During my undergrad college years, there were 3 boys who kept flirting with me. One classmate kept asking me to ask me out and I kept declining because of some insecurities. I used to use online chatrooms during this period and talked to many obsessive stalker men, including my 8th house synastry that I became obsessed with.
During my post graduation, I again had a boy calling me out of nowhere to talk to me for hours about college stuff. We were in lockdown at that time. Now I am graduated and single. I have overcome my obsession and now I just want to get married and settle down.
You can see what a rollercoaster my love life has been. I am average looking for my society's standards. Nothing sensational. I am cute, well shaped body though.
As for sexuality, I personally was hypersexual but now I have calmed down. A lot of these natives go into porn work. They also have casual hookups. If not this, they might have been sexualized as a child and also faced some kind of sexual abuse.
Do pay attention to the rest of your chart too. This post will be useful if you can relate to my experiences. A lot of things very based on the whole chart, cultural differences, society, family structure and personal destinies.
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