#*I'VE HUNG A WISH ON EVERY STAR*

[whencartoonsruletheworld]

GIRLS WAIT I JUST REALIZED SMTH

[heluvaku]

HELUVAKINKTOBER: DAY 2 - ROLEPLAY.

A Fyodor Dostoyevsky | BSD x Female Reader Smut Fanfic.

warnings ; smut , roleplay , dacryphilia , sex toys, pussy slapping , pwp/plot what plot , religious themes , cunnilingus , mean fyodor :( , reader is implied to be chubby , reader's role is an angel , fedya is just ... fedya , not proofread , etc .

author's note ; HIHI!!! day two and i was already almost behind.. i've been writing all day to get this done , and i still couldn't finish it all in time so I left it on a cliffhanger. i swear, i'll give you all the part two of this some other time .. but for now , take this. enjoy !

p.s - this is the longest fic on my acc as of currently. ily fyodor ...

heluvakinktober 2023 m.list .

You sit on a lavish bed in a dimly lit bedroom, the lights bright just enough to see your unpigmented lingerie underneath the thin, translucent satin nightgown you wore. The undergarments had intricate weavings, each pattern having meticulous designs with folded white wings sewn into them. To top it off, a headband-bound spring hung up the pastel yellow halo on your head; completing the ‘angel’ look that Fyodor worked so hard to put together for you.

As if your thoughts had cued him in, the sound of a door creaking open filled the otherwise silent room; a chuckle belonging to no one but the man you loved ringing in your ears. Clutching the fabric of the comforter, you watch as the demon shuts and locks your only exit, turning to you with a smile of mischief.

“My, what a sight for sore eyes,” he says, strolling towards your nervous figure. “Such a magnificent, holy woman. Might I ask why you’ve fallen from the heavens to speak with me?”

Fyodor crawls onto the bed and places his hands on your shoulders. He was as cold as a glacier, anemia working everything but wonders on his lankier frame. You, however, were plump. You felt warmer than a fireplace with personality that could light up an entire room. ‘A star brought down from the celestials’, Fyodor would say. 

“Are you here to tell me how I’m far from free of sin? Or perhaps..” the Russian murmured, his accent rolling off of his tongue deliciously, “you’re here for conversion.”

Fyodor runs his hands down your body, stopping as he reaches your plush thighs. After giving them a light squeeze, the rat brings his left hand up to your chin, turning your head to face him. “Which is it, моя любовь? Do you wish to spread the ‘lord’s’ faith, or listen to mine?”

 You quickly exhale, regaining your composure. “I can’t even fathom the idea of a simple man being able to strip me of the lord’s hands. I’m intrigued, mortal. Do tell.”

“Excellent,” the Rat mumbles, gently kissing your soft lips. He handled your body as if you were a glass figure that he was instructed to handle with care. Fyodor’s icy hands caressed your skin, leaving goosebumps with every touch.

Toying with the hem of the nightgown, Fyodor stares up at you with feigned innocent eyes. “Oh, great one, may I please witness your purity in its entirety?”

“Yes. You have proven yourself worthy, my child.”

“Thank you. I will not put your acts of kindness in vain,” Fyodor mumbled. The Russian leisurely raises your garment over your head, stripping you down to the lingerie you wore. He felt his mouth water at the mere sight of your body, taking in every curve and crevice of your form. “Ты великолепна, любовь моя. I could simply devour you.”

And devour you he did. Fyodor crashed his lips onto yours, his kisses quick and feverish as if he was being timed. Not pulling away from you, the Rat maneuvers himself on top of your curvy figure, laying you down. His lips trail down your body, starting from your cheek and briskly moving down south. Fyodor stops at your lower abdomen, gently kissing your navel.

“Oh, how I wish to spill my seed into you. Perhaps our child would be pure, much unlike all of mankind,” the Demon whispered, resuming his journey down your body. Sighing in content, Fyodor stared at your damp, sticky panties, the fabric clinging to your pussy. “Мой ангел, perhaps you aren’t as innocent as you so claim. Такой мокрый без причины.”

You stifle a moan as Fyodor runs a finger down your clothed cunt, planting sloppy, open mouth kisses on your inner thighs. Once he reaches your dripping core, he smiles, then turns to kiss up the other limb. Desperacy boils within you, pathetic whines becoming flat out wimpish as he takes his sweet time, nipping and licking at the soft flesh. 

“Patience, Dear. Patience,” the Russian says, chastising you. You couldn’t seem to tell, though, His voice was too sweet to decipher his intentions — something you despised about him. “Is a man not allowed to eat before he drinks?”

“Yes, wise one, of course,” you whimper, biting your lower lip to calm yourself down, “but please, get to your preaching.”

“Right away, O great one.”

Not a moment after, Fyodor licks a long stripe up your clothed pussy, his tongue flat on your clit. Your body jolts, hips involuntarily bucking towards his face. Chuckling, Fyodor peels your panties to the side, spreading you open with his middle and index fingers.

“You see, мой дорогой, in my eyes, not one soul is free of sin. Not even one as holy as yours,” he says matter-of-factly. Fyodor slowly flicks his tongue up and down your hole, just the tip of the appendage slipping inside of you. His pace was agonizing. There was so much you wanted to do to get him to speed up; but you couldn’t act out of character. Who knew what punishment would await you?

“Whatever do you mean, mortal?” you ask through clenched teeth, watching as he ate you out, “such a snide remark shall have you exiled from the eyes of God. I recommend you explain yourself.”

“Need I explain? My statement will remain true, Darling. I plan on proving it to you like..” He trails off, landing one last sluggish stripe up your cunt, stopping right where your clit was. His laugh was impish, a smile full of ill intent pairing with it. He planned to wreck you.

“This.”

His lips immediately latched onto your clit, sucking the button of flesh and yanking a noisy moan from your throat; halo bobbing as you threw your head back. Fyodor’s eyes never seemed to leave you; watching each move your body made because of his tongue.

“Если бы ты только мог увидеть себя…” the Demon slurred. Lewd, sticky slurps emitted from between your legs, slick and saliva briskly coating your thighs and Fyodor’s pale face. The sound of the headboard punching on the wall partially brought you out of your daze, staring back down at Fyodor to see him humping the mattress at a tempo matching the strokes of his tongue.

His mouth disappeared from your clit, only for his rough fingers to replace it. They rub and flick the nub with fervor, yet it’s far from overdone. It’s fast enough to give you immense pleasure; to send you over the edge. If Fyodor was kind, he would’ve let you cum on his fingers — but what’s the use in discussing the “If”s? He’s not. He lives up to his alias, he truly is a monster.

“That’s more than enough, don’t you think, милый?” Fyodor asks. He shoots you a smile, pulling himself away from your body entirely. You shake your head no, pleas and cries of continuation falling from your lips. The Russian’s grin flattens into a stoic, upset expression, and before you know it, a harsh slap is landed on your cunt. Sobs of pain and pleasure escape your throat, your voice hitching. “Keep in character, кукла.”

You choke on tears, a lump forming in your throat. Fyodor brings two digits to your vagina, running them between your folds as if easing out the sting. The kind gesture was a simple facade, as his arm rears back and smacks you right on your sensitive clit. You yelp, hurrying with your pained reply, “Y-Yes.. Indeed. Please, move on with f-further ministries..” 

“So hungry for more.. Is the conversion working, малыш?” the Monster chuckled, getting off of your shared bed to open the drawer of his nightstand. A long, purple dildo rests in his palm as he shuts the dresser and sits behind you. He kisses your tear stained left cheek, a small token of reassurance. 

Fyodor pulls you closer to his chest, hands wandering across your body. He gives you a few seconds to recover, then slides his thumb through the band of your underwear, inaudibly asking — no; telling you to raise your hips so he could yank them down.

Of course, you oblige. Fyodor hums, placing the soaked garment to the side for.. ‘later use’. The raven haired man brings the dildo to your tight, wet pussy, running it down your slit. “You’re simply too precious for me, a sinner, to fuck in such a grotesque manner. Won’t you let me drag you down to reality and make you absolutely braindead on this simple object?”

You gulp, wiping your tears from your hot cheeks. “Yes, yes you may. S-Show me how it feels to sin..”

@ HELUVAKU 2023 . do not share or repost .

[steleir]

𝓿oice . ꒰՞ ܸ. .ܸ՞꒱💭 a 𝓈ℴ𝒻𝓉, familiar voice, one he treasured in every life.

0.4k wc. ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ fem! reader x choso kamo, fluff, pure fluff, non! curse au. @omitea and enjoy some fluff for u<3

“i love you,” you murmured into his ears, his arms wrapped around your waist.

in every life, choso kamo and y/n l/n fell in love. no matter what position they were in.

of course they didn’t remember it at all, but there was always this nostalgia your voice brought to him.

soulmates. people who fell in love in every life—they recognised each other no matter what—made it work no matter what, and if they couldn’t, there was always the next life.

death, wasn’t the end.

soulmates always recognised their lover, whether they had a different face and body, different hair, or if they were completely different.

“how?” one would think. well because there’s always that tiny detail—that thing that brings you comfort, that you recognise, that makes you feel at home.

and for choso, it was none other than your voice.

the one he loved listening to. the voice he wished he could live in, fill the house with books while your voice was in the background, and relax at the touch of your voice that blessed his ears, in every single life.

“your voice, it’s so…familiar.” he whispered as he absentmindedly played with your necklace.

“how so?” you giggled, a smile on your face. “it like. i can’t even explain it, so soft and beautiful; like i've heard it before, just not from you,” he explains, a tone of uncertainty lingering.

“well, for me, it’s something about your laugh. it’s like, so nostalgic,” you said, looking at him lovingly but simply not quite like how he looked at you.

how he looked at you—it was inexplainable, like you hung the stars and the mood in the sky, like you were the goddess of it all.

“something else in the matter?” you raised a brow as he seemed to still be pondering about something.

“do you think we’re together in every life?” he questioned, quite a goofy smile tugging at his lips.

“i don’t necessarily believe in that stuff, but if it’s real, then of course. what can separate us?” you replied honestly, and he took a moment to think about the last part of your sentence.

“god, he can.”

“then, we have to hope he doesn’t.”

“i guess we do.”

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[scandinavianfairytale]

Old feelings die hard

Pairing: Jamie Tartt x Reader

Warnings: None 💙

It was his first match back at home. Manchester. He knew it'll be bad. He knew no one besides his mom and Jerry would be happy to see him.

Though his mind kept thinking of you.

Would you spare a kind word? A flash of a smile for him? Or maybe even a hug. But he didn't dare to hope. All he knew was that he wanted to find you. See you again.

Apologize.

So before the team got up for the morning practice, he put on his hoodie and jogged all the way to the café he knew you owned.

And there you were.

He stopped at the big window and stared at your smiling face as you prepared the shop to open. It was amazing to see you so content, and he was so proud. You really made it - you had your own coffee shop and a good one, according to Google reviews. It was a cozy place, walls lined with books and plants, all your favorite things. His will was wavering and his anxiety was rising, his chest heaving. But he needed to do this. It was now or never.

He entered the café carefully, and he heard you humming to yourself as the steamer made its normal high-pitched noise. You busied yourself around the coffee machine, completely oblivious to the fact that you had company observing your every move.

Jamie was trying to think of a way to pull you out of your world, but he couldn't think of a justifiable reason. You looked so happy, reaching for cups and different coffee beans. That is until you finally turned around to fill the cookie jar on the counter and let out a shriek of surprise as you found a person standing inside the still closed coffee shop.

"Jamie fucking Tartt. As I live and breathe." You finally smiled as you realized who was standing in front of you. Making your way around the counter you wrapped your arms around him. Jamie was taken aback by the sudden hug but once the initial shock wore off his hands grabbed your torso and brought you even closer to him.

"Matcha latte?" You asked as you sat him down at one of the tables at the back. With just one look at him, you knew feeding him coffee would be a bad idea.

"Sure."

"How have you been?" He asked as he waited and stared at you.

"Busy. You know how it is." You flashed him a smile, but didn't linger. "How have you been? I saw that Richmond is making stride, congrats!"

"Yeah..." Jamie didn't sound as confident or cocky as you were used to, so your head immediately snapped back from the matcha and you finally took him in. Properly this time. Before, you just assumed it might be before-game-jitters.

"Jamie, what's wrong?" You asked concerned.

"I've been meaning to contact you for a while now." He paused and met your eyes. "I've been a shit person. You didn't deserve it and I never got to say it when I got the chance, but...I love you. I always have. Since that day that you pushed me down in the forest and sat on me because I was being a cocky little prick." You smiled at that.

"I wish I could take all the bad stuff back. I wouldn't have hurt you. And I wouldn't have left. I am so sorry." Jamie hung his head.

"That must've been weighing on you for a long time." You replied with a pause. What he was talking about was something you didn't think about that often. Of course being the girlfriend of a young football star and then being left very abruptly phased you and impacted your future relationships, but therapy helped a lot. It's not just that Jamie was a prick, no sugarcoating needed there, but you weren't a sunshine either. "Jamie, we both weren't great people - we were still basically teenagers. You were going pro in football and I was going abroad for university. We would have broken up eventually or someone would have cheated and I think while the execution was not great, you did the only right thing. So, I hold absolutely no hard feelings for you." You smiled and he finally lifted his head to look at you.

"As for the confession about love...why don't you first get into the good graces of Manchester and then we can talk, I don't plan on jeopardizing my entire life because the man I want to date is hated by the whole fucking city."

"Wait...would you want to go on a date with me?" Jamie asked, looking shocked.

"Well, I'm single and the only guy I ever really loved in my life just said that he still loves me, so I guess so?" You grinned.

"Can I kiss you?" Jamie stood up from his seat, with a little more pep and you nodded, stepping closer to him with a ridiculous smile on your face. It was like muscle memory when your lips met and suddenly all the other guys made sense - you never liked kissing them as much as Jamie. Your therapist offered that idea to you but it dawned on you just now.

Thank you for reading! 😊💙

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[lordperceval-16]

I Think I've Seen This Film Before

Pairing: Past Charles x Reader, Lando x Reader

Charles cannot believe you've turned up to the Gala with Lando. You cannot believe he thinks he has the right to be jealous.

Inspired by Exile - Taylor Swift and Bon Iver. Quite angsty, but Lando is a sweet angel.

Charles could not take his eyes off you all night. Ever since he'd turned around and saw you walking in with Lando, his eyes had been glued to you, watching your every move.

He'd heard whispers that you were seeing someone new, unable to resist searching your name on social media. Of course, he'd never imagined you would move on to someone he considered a mate. And then he saw you walk in with Lando, and he felt a pang in his chest like he'd never felt before.

How could you have moved on so soon? And with him of all people? It felt like not even five minutes had passed since it had been holding you close and making you smile. Now it was Lando, and you were gazing up at him adoringly, like he'd hung the moon and the stars in your sky. You used to look at him like that not so long ago. He watched as Lando leaned in to whisper something in your ear, and he could hear your laugh ring out like a bell from across the room.

He turned away then, not wanting to see anymore of the two of you being so disgustingly in love. He downed his drink and shook his head roughly, reminding himself that he had no right to feel jealous. You'd made that abundantly clear when you'd walked out without explanation.

He ordered another drink and downs that as well. Try as he might he can't help himself from looking back at you again. He stared for what felt like an eternity, debating all the ways he could win you back and then beating himself up for still loving you despite everything. You looked up then and met his gaze, and his breath lodged in his throat.

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You'd felt his weighty stare on you ever since you'd walked in with Lando. You knew he'd be there of course, why wouldn't be be at the gala before his home race? You had optimistically hoped that he would stay away from you and ignore you for the night, but clearly you had no such luck.

You bristled under his gaze, your shoulders tensing. What right did he have to be jealous anyway? He'd been distancing himself for months before you'd left him, and now just because you'd moved on with someone else, he suddenly had an interest in you? It was completely unfair. You'd given him plenty of chances to fix things, and he hadn't bothered, so he had no right to stand there and glare daggers at you and Lando. You were not together anymore, and he had no right to be offended at the fact that you had moved on.

"Everything alright?" Lando asked, his arm coming around your waist protectively, "cause you looked like you sucked on a lemon."

"It's fine," you sighed, not wanting him to see you were upset by your ex, "it's just.."

"Charles?" He guessed, huffing out a laugh as he saw your eyes widen, "yeah, if he glares any harder I might burst into flames. Don't worry sweetheart, he's just jealous because he knows he's not nearly as funny or as handsome as me."

You threw your head back and laughed loudly, shaking your head at Lando and his ridiculous humour. You smiled up at him fondly, grateful that no matter how sour your mood was he always found a way to cheer you up.

For the rest of the evening, you did your level best to ignore Charles and his stares, and for the most part, you succeeded. You had such a wonderful time with Lando, mingling with the other drivers and their girlfriends and drinking top shelf champagne. And yet, there was always that nagging prickle at the back of your neck reminding you that no matter how much you ignored him, he was still watching. What right did he have to make you feel this way? He'd had his chance, and he blew it. You'd loved him more than anything in the world, but he'd taken it for granted. You wished your heart didn't still pang with longing as your thoughts briefly drifted to the happy times you'd had together.

"I'll be back in a minute. I just need some air ," you told Lando, standing up and grabbing your clutch bag. Before you could turn around, Lando grabbed your wrist softly and stood to follow you. "It's alright, I promise. You stay here with Oscar and Danny. I'll only be five minutes, i just need a breath of fresh air."

"Are you sure?" He asked worriedly, reluctantly letting you go once you insisted. But before you could leave, he was taking off his suit jacket and draping it over your shoulders. "At least take this so you don't get cold."

"Thank you," you smiled, leaning down to peck his cheek before heading for the side door of the ballroom and out into the warm evening air. You leaned your forearms on the balcony and looked out over the city, taking deep breaths of the fresh air as you took in the gorgeous view.

You heard footsteps coming out onto the balcony behind you, and you didn't need to turn around to know who had joined you.

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"I have to say I'm surprised to see you here," he said as he leaned on the balcony beside you. You scoffed and shook your head, staring straight ahead instead of turning to look at him. You knew if you did there was always that slim chance that he'd break down your walls again.

"You can be surprised all you want," you replied sharply, "but I'm not your problem anymore, so you have no right to be annoyed that I'm here with Lando."

"Ah, c'mon," he huffed, "it's been like five minutes since we broke up, and now you're here with one of my mates? I'm allowed to feel upset about that, especially when you didn't even give me a chance to fix things before you up and left."

"What's that supposed to mean?" You snapped, finally turning to face him, your eyes blazing, "I gave you so many chances Charles."

"Are you joking?" He scoffed bitterly, "I came home to find you in the hall with your bags packed with absolutely no warning. How was I supposed to fix things when you left without warning?"

"I gave you so many signs, Charles," you said sourly, "so many goodamn signs. It's not my fault you were never paying enough attention to them to realise something was wrong."

"So many signs?" He laughs, "maybe in your head anyway. I'm not a mind reader, how was I supposed to know something was wrong when you didn't even tell me about it. You should have just talked to me about these things."

"You just didn't see them because you didn't want to see that we were falling apart," you sighed in defeat, "all the signs were there for months and you just didn't want to acknowledge them. We just weren't working."

"Then give me another chance," he begged, but it was half hearted, "let me show you that I can do better, be better."

"I've seen this film before Charles," you sighed sadly, "and I didn't like the ending. We're beyond the point of going back and making the same mistakes all over again. And anyway, I'm happy with Lando so I don't even know why we're standing here having thud argument in the first place."

He stayed silent for a moment, his eyes tracing your face for any signs of hesitancy. It was ironic really, that he was searching for signs now when he hadn't been able to see them when it mattered.

"You're right, I know," he admitted eventually, his whole body sagging with the weight of the admission, "its just been hard seeing you here with him. I feel like I've just been exiled from your life all of a sudden and its strange after all the time we spent together."

"It's been hard for me too you know," you admitted quietly, "I knew I'd see you here but I wasn't prepared for how sad it would make me, despite everything."

"For what it's worth, I hope Lando makes you happy," he said after a beat, "all I've ever wanted was for you to be happy."

"I want the same for you Charles," you assured him, a small lump forming in your throat as you squeezed his arm gently, "and I hope you find someone that gives you that happiness."

Without waiting for conversation to continue you made your way back into the ballroom. Your eyes fell on Lando doing some ridiculous dance with Danny and you couldn't help but smile, the weight on your chest lifting. The ending would be different this time, it would be different with Lando.

[mochidoie]

with you and i - lee haechan

listen to: summer nights by the millennial club and die right here by david hugo genre: fluff, hopelessly in love badboy!haechan wc: 938 warnings: written in lowercase only

a/n: this is for the anon that requested a pt 2 to all i see is you :)

"it's always so nice with you." you peer over at haechan, catching him totally staring at you already. "how do you do that?"

"do what?" he scoots a bit closer to you on the bench. the cotton sky remains above the both of you and in this world, only you and haechan exist.

"make me feel so happy." your pinkies lightly touch, as you lean into him playfully at the serious statement. your smile is so shy that it tugs at haechan's heartstrings.

he knew the exact date to take you on and it wasn't what you two did for it to be perfect. it was how he made you feel so incredibly special to him. he doesn't know why you finally gave him a chance, but he was so thankful.

while you two hung out, he was very conscious of the boundary that being friends set. nonetheless, this date changes how he normally treats you. he could finally show you just how loving he could be. just how much he was in love with you.

under this summer sunset with you, he couldn't believe he found a love he's been dreaming of. around you, he could barely breathe. there weren't many things in the world that makes lee haechan nervous or even the slightest concern.

but you should know, that you're the only one that makes his palms sweat and his heart to race a million beats per second. you're the only person he would drop everything for.

if you wanted him to stop such a dangerous lifestyle, he would. you just had to say it. say that you want him and he'd be at your side in a flash.

"this feeling doesn't have to end." haechan tries to poke the bear, trying to see how much you're willing to give to him. all he wants is to see that bright smile shining on your pretty face. and if he was greedy enough, he wanted to be the reason behind every one of them.

you shoot him a quick look, but a sigh escapes your lips. "i don't know if i could do this to you without feeling like you deserve more than me."

shaking his head, his right hand lands on your knee to soothe any doubt in your mind. "there is nothing else in this world worth more than you. i could die right now and i'd be satisfied that i got to spend a date with you in this lifetime."

"don't be dramatic." you laugh and shit, he can't hold back his own dreamy smile at your contagious charm. the way your head is thrown back and pure happiness under these pink skies.

"i'm not the most into theatrics, you know that." haechan opens his palm up for you to take it. secretly, he is wishing upon every star, blowing out every candle, tossing every penny into fountains that you'd hold his hand.

when you show signs of hesitation, haechan respects it. he wants you to come to him on your own. "i want you, y/n, not in any malicious way. i want you in the way where you'd look at me like i'm the love you've been waiting for."

the silence creeps up on the both of you. haechan's hand still faced palm up on your knee and you're staring up at the summer sky, choosing your next words very carefully.

you love haechan as much as the moon loved their sun, it's a connection that is hard to ignore. you've always been so focused on your career that love was an after thought. however, with the love that haechan makes you feel is whole and free. you didn't have to think about anything, but him.

"you are the love i've dreamt of." and the look in your eyes is more than mesmerizing, the combination of your words and gaze causes him to freeze in his place. "i never told you, but i was falling in love with you."

"was it the near death experience or my totally not trashed apartment?" he doesn't know why he's making these unserious comments right now, maybe the mood was feeling too stuffy and too real. he couldn't believe what you were saying to him.

you don't laugh this time, instead, your fingers intertwine with his as you accept his hold so willingly. your grip is tight and haechan can feel his chest explode with fireworks from this contact.

"it's the way you sacrifice and the deepness of your love." his pupils dilate and his heart thumps against his ribcage so hard that he knows you can hear it. the way you have with words is absolutely poetic and he'll find himself falling in love with you over and over again.

you see him through and through. his vulnerability to you is so raw, so open. it's as if the heat of the summer night fills his lungs and he can breathe so easily around you. just how do you do that?

"y/n, i promise that i'd keep you safe and most importantly, really happy." haechan kisses the back of your hand, sealing the promise with his lips. "we don't have to date if you don't want to, but just let me be there for you."

"hyuck, let me lay with you tonight." your graceful words strike him before he could continue. the breeze in your hair adds to this incredible vision of you, not that you aren't already a beautiful sight on your own.

"as you like." with you and him here together, these are the blissful moments that haechan knows love is real.

[scoopsahoy]

ok I've seen arguably too many "Steve takes your virginity" fics but not enough "you take Steve's virginity". maybe you could do it where the reader has seen him and a girl go into a bedroom at parties and stuff but he reveals that they don't do anything besides make out and/or talk because he didn't feel truly connected to anyone, but he does with the reader, and you're his first. doesn't have to be exactly that but I'd love to see smth like this. (also set before he and Nancy get together!)

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What started out as getting paired up as lab partners with Steve Harrington in chemistry class turned into eating lunch together a handful of times, then sitting together at assemblies. But you'd never hung out away from school, which is why it sort of caught you by surprise when he asked you out after class one day.

Obviously you agreed.

Now, you were in his passenger seat looking up at what stars you could see, rain clouds blocking a good amount of them.

You'd been making good conversation the whole time, but after a brief moment of comfortable silence, he decided to change the subject.

"I heard about you and Joey. Sucks."

You nodded. "Yeah. That was weeks ago, though."

"How long were you guys together?"

"Eight months. It's fine. I kinda got the feeling that he wasn't looking for anything long term. Asshat didn't even dump me in person. He called me at like midnight one night to do it. I thought he might've been drunk but nope. He was completely sober."

"What'd he say?"

"Apparently he'd been eyeing a girl in his gym class. He came close to sleeping with her that night before he called."

"Damn."

"Yeah. On one hand, I'm glad he didn't cheat on me, you know?" Steve nodded. "But on the other hand, I almost wish he didn't tell me why he was ending it. Maybe that's just me, though."

"No, it's not just you."

You smirked at him. "Thanks." You looked at each other for a moment. "So... Betty Thompson, huh?"

"What about her?"

"What do you mean, 'what about her'? I saw you guys the other night at Jackson's party."

"What did you see, exactly?"

"I saw her pull you into one of the bedrooms and shut the door."

"Oh, yeah."

"She's really nice. Good for you."

"Yeah. We didn't... do anything, though."

Your brows dipped in confusion. "What? Nothing?"

"No."

"Why not?"

He shrugged. "I wasn't really feeling it. She's sweet and everything. We just didn't... click. Sexually."

"Mm. So what girls have you clicked with? Sexually." You threw in that last part sarcastically.

He shook his head. "None of 'em."

At this point you felt like he was messing with you.

"Not a single one?"

"I mean, we've gotten along in every other way, and I've kissed a few of them and done some other stuff. It just never moved past that."

"What about the first one?" He was silent, staring at the stars. That was when you understood. "Steve... You haven't-"

"No. I haven't. I've only ever felt that click with one person, but I don't know if it'll ever lead to anything."

"Who is it?" He looked at you, still not saying anything. "What?" He still didn't speak. "Is it me?"

He hesitated to nod. "I'm sorry if that makes you uncomfortable. I don't mean for it to."

"It doesn't." He raised his eyebrows. "Not at all."

"Good."

"What is it about me?"

"You're just... more genuine than most of them. With a lot of them it felt like they were only nice because they thought it would lead to sex, not because they were actually nice, you know?" You nodded. "But with you, you're just a really kind person. To everyone."

"Oh."

The energy in the car had shifted, and it started to feel like the space was getting smaller. You reached over and grabbed his hand, which was warm.

"Y/N..."

"Yeah?"

"Can I kiss you?"

You felt your chest tighten a bit. This wouldn't be your first kiss, but it was the first time you'd been asked for permission to kiss you.

You nodded, and you inched your faces closer to each other. His lips were soft and gentle on yours, and he was almost hesitant.

You reached up and cupped the side of his face, pulling him closer, and his nervousness lifted away and he leaned in to kiss you more firmly.

You pulled away after a moment, your faces inches apart.

"Wanna move to the backseat?" you asked, slightly out of breath.

He nodded immediately, and you crawled over the middle console and rather ungracefully landed in the backseat.

When he joined you, you positioned your bodies so that he was sitting in the middle with you on top of him. Your knees landed on either side of his hips and you sat on his thighs.

You craned your head down to kiss him, but you could feel anxiety radiating off of him, so you stopped after a moment.

"Are you okay?" you asked, pulling back enough to look at him.

"Are you seriously asking me that right now?"

"You seem nervous."

"I am. But I'm excited."

You smiled. "Yeah?"

"Yeah. I just... I don't know what I'm doing."

"It's okay. We'll start here." You grabbed his hands and pulled them up to your waist. "How's that?"

"Good."

"How about this?" You pulled his hands up to your breasts, and his breath staggered. "Better?" He nodded. You reached down and grabbed the bottom of your shirt, slowly dragging it up and over your head, exposing your top half and leaving only your bra to cover it.

But that came off just as quickly, your entire upper half bare and unprotected.

His eyes were wide as moons, and you led his hands back up to them. "Okay?" you asked.

"Way better than okay."

You laughed quietly at that. One of his hands trailed to your back and pulled you closer to him, allowing him to plant kisses across your chest. Your hands landed on his shoulders as he left soft, wet spots on your skin.

After a moment, you reached down and pulled his shirt over his head, studying his body. It was littered with moles and freckles and his skin was smooth.

You bent down to press your lips to the right side of his neck and shoulder, making him sigh with satisfaction. His hands slipped down and landed on your thighs, the pads of your fingers pressing into your skin.

Your fingers began unbuttoning his jeans and he lifted his hips, pulling them down his thighs and leaving them pooled at his ankles. You could see a tent in his boxers that had been restricted by his jeans, and it made you bite your lip.

You awkwardly maneuvered to pull your shorts and underwear off, leaving you completely nude in his lap. He looked down and his lips separated, which made your chest go red.

"Steve," you said, getting his attention. "Are you okay?"

"Oh, yeah. I'm good."

He pulled you back in for a kiss and you jumped when you felt two fingers on your clit. You softly gasped into his mouth and he smirked.

"I thought this was your first time."

"I never said I didn't do this part."

One of your hands gripped the seat behind him and the other squeezed his shoulder. His fingers were making almost unbearably slow circles, but when you ground into his hand, he sped up.

"Shit, Steve," you moaned into his mouth as your hands moved back to cupping his face.

One thing you'd come to notice since you became sexually active was how little time you lasted with stimulation to your clit. Granted, it was a lot quicker when it was a tongue than with fingers, but it was never more than a minute. You were just hoping it wouldn't be a turnoff for him.

With your hips slowly yet uncontrollably grinding into his hand combined with how quickly his fingers moved, you knew this orgasm would come ridiculously quick.

You couldn't resist breaking the kiss, both of your hands gripping his shoulders tightly as you pressed your foreheads together.

"Steve, I'm so close. I'm gonna cum."

He kept going, looking at you as your eyebrows dipped down so far that it made your skin wrinkle.

As quickly as that coil in your belly formed, it broke. You gasped deeply, your legs trembling as your entire body convulsed. You involuntarily thrust your hips back and forth as you came, making the car rock with you.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," you moaned in a high pitched and desperate voice, your nails pressing into his skin.

He kept you cumming until you had to move his hand away, letting your orgasm fade out.

Your breath was shaky, your thighs twitching. His hand landed on your hip, his thumb gently stroking your skin.

"Sorry," you whispered breathlessly.

"Sorry? For what?"

"That was quick. I hope that didn't, like, kill the mood or anything."

"Are you kidding? That was hot."

"Yeah?"

He nodded. "Yeah."

You kissed him with a smile, a moment later whispering into his ear, "Take your boxers off."

Without hesitation, he lifted his hips again and pulled his underwear off, his boner springing free.

You raised your eyebrows as the sight. He was a bit bigger than what you preferred, but you couldn't stop from biting your lip at seeing it. You reached down and wrapped your fingers around his girth, slowly stroking.

He took in a deep breath and closed his eyes, throwing his head back and resting it on the top of the seat. You covered his neck and throat in wet kisses and he softly moaned at the combined sensations.

"Do you have a condom?" you whispered, pulling your hand away.

"Yeah, in my wallet." You reached into the cupholder behind you and grabbed his wallet, pulling out the plastic-wrapped condom and tearing it open with your teeth.

"You're sure about this?" you asked.

"Oh, yeah."

You nodded and reached down, rolling the condom over his erection.

"Ready?"

"Mhm. Ready."

You positioned him at your entrance and slowly sunk down onto him, making both of you whimper.

"Is that okay?" he asked.

"Oh, god, Steve. So good."

"Yeah?"

"Mhm." The pitch of your voice was a bit higher than you intended for it to be, but it was a huge turn on for him to hear you whine.

His eyes remained glued to your face as you slowly bounced, unintentionally moaning when you took all of him.

You kept this slow pace for a moment, trying to adjust to his size. But when you did finally get used to it was when the car began to rock. You squeezed his shoulders and reconnected your lips, soft moans tumbling from your lips and past his.

That was when raindrops started hitting his car, which neither of you noticed. The sounds of skin against skin, panting, and the creaking of the car masked any outside noises that could've possibly intruded. Your eyes were shut, your head thrown back.

"Shit," you whimpered as he left sloppy kisses all over your neck and chest.

"Is it still okay?" he asked, genuine concern in his voice.

"More than okay. So good."

"Y/N?" This time, he sounded embarrassed.

"Yeah?" You looked down to make eye contact, but you didn't stop your movements.

"I think... since it's my first time-"

"Are you close?" All he could do was nod. "That's okay. Cum whenever you want to."

Your encouraging words were more than arousing, and you began kissing his neck again. You could tell with how tightly his fingertips were pressing into your hips that he was close, even before he said anything.

Your lips against his skin drove him crazy, and when he began slightly bucking his hips up into you, you knew he was right there on the edge.

"Cum for me, Steve."

And within seconds, he was melting into the seat, pulling your body into his, and thrusting hard into you. His moans were like music to your ears and you could tell he was in heaven.

When you eventually stilled your movements, he didn't move. He stayed completely still aside from his heavy breathing, his head leaned back.

You cupped his face, angling his head up so he could look at you. You kissed him gently, which made him grin.

When you pulled away, you combed his hair out of his face with your fingers.

"Okay?" you asked.

He nodded quickly. "Oh yeah."

You looked out the window at the rain, smiling to yourself.

"I wonder when that started."

You turned back to him, and he tucked your hair behind your ear.

"Thank you," he whispered.

"For what?"

"Not judging me."

"What would I judge you for?"

"It was my first time, and I didn't last long."

"No guy lasts long their first time."

"Even Joey?"

"Please. It took him not even five seconds to finish the first time. This was much better."

That made him smile. "I'm glad. Next time it'll be longer, I promise."

You tilted your head a bit. "Next time, huh?"

"I mean, if you want to."

You kissed him. "Of course, I do."

He nodded. "Sweet."

[swimmingismywholelife]

Noel (No Faith)

Summary: You wanted more from John and he couldn't care less. So why then was he at your door on Christmas Eve?

Warnings: fwb-to-lovers!John, angst, SMUT, arguments, soft domJohn, unprotected sex (don't be silly, wrap your willy!), creampie, fingering, pussy licking, playing with nipples, missionary, honestly it's all very soft sex, HAPPY ENDING

WC: 3.8K

A/N: 🎶On the second day of Ficmas my writer gave to me, some angst and smut with dear old Johnny🎶 Hi my name is Janelle and I'm ashamed to say I love John Stones 🫣. The song that inspired this fic is "Noel (No Faith)" by 7 Minutes in Heaven! This is one of, if not, my favorite Christmas song bc it's just so good and I really think you should give it a listen. And this is I think my longest fic to date so I hope you all enjoy!

Link to the Song: Noel (No Faith)

"Noel, Noel, I wish that you would come home for Christmas (for Christmas)

Don't make me wait another year

Noel, Noel, I can't be left alone

You can unwrap the truth, my dear

You're all I want for Christmas this year."

~~~

You sighed with content as you finished putting up the last of the lights on the Christmas tree. You took a step back and smiled, proud of your work. You'd spent the weekend decorating your house, trying to cope with the homesickness of your first Christmas in Manchester away from your family. The star was centered perfectly on the top of the tree, stockings hung on your fireplace (mostly for decoration), and even though it was already Christmas Eve, you were happy to see everything come together. Now you truly felt ready for Christmas.

Well, almost.

Christmas was usually your favorite time of year. But this would be the first year you would be spending it alone. And the first year spending it along with a broken heart. You still replayed the scene in your head every night since it happened. Since the night John Stones left your heart in pieces.

"I don't know why you're mad," John scoffed, rolling out of your bed. "We had an agreement."

"I mean, yeah we did," you said quietly, sitting up.

"So then what's the problem?" he asked, beginning to redress himself.

"The problem, John, is that you treat me more than this agreement was originally supposed to be!" you said exasperated. "You act jealous when I'm around other guys, you basically live with me at this point, you call me even if nothing special is going on just because you wanna hear my voice. What am I supposed to think about that?"

John pinched the bridge of his nose huffing. "Listen, things were outlined pretty clearly when we first started this. You didn't seem to have an issue then, nor last night when you were screaming my name."

"You're full of shit, John, you know that?" you said as tears began forming in the corners of your eyes. "Things can change and feelings can change. And I'm sorry I fell in love with you. I didn't intend to! It just happened and I'm being honest. You've known how I felt and you did nothing but treat me like you wanted it to!"

John sharply turned to face you. "I've been clear from the beginning that I wasn't looking to commit. I wanted some fun and that's what we got and that's all it's gonna be."

"So all of our little outings alone? All of the nights where we poured our hearts out to each other? Inviting me to all your games so I could proudly wear you jersey? That all meant nothing you to you?" you asked.

"Look, if you wanna stop just say so and be done with it," he said.

A tear fell from your eyes.

"I guess that's it then," you said quietly.

Despite the fact that this happened months ago, you couldn't find it in you to move on. John made you feel so special, so different. You knew what the boundaries were when you agreed to be friends with benefits, but you couldn't help but fall in love with him. Every day that went by, you only missed John more.

Still, John didn't have to be such a dick about the whole thing. He was the one you led you on and left that night, not once looking back. It wasn't like you ended with solely unrequited love and he let you down gently. He made you feel like shit for catching feelings, like you didn't matter to him. You felt used and it felt disgusting.

So why did you find yourself missing him more than ever? Why were you holding out hope for him? Why were you still keeping your faith in him when he had no faith in you?

"Please come home," you whispered, looking at the star on top of your tree illuminating the room. You knew your wish was futile, but maybe this year would be your year for a Christmas miracle.

As you turned back upstairs, a knocking on the door stopped you in your tracks. You cocked your head in confusion. It was Christmas Eve and everyone you knew was spending Christmas with their families. You weren't expecting anyone to come visit. You were even more confused when you opened the door to find the very man you'd been wanting to see.

"John?" you said puzzled.

"I know it's Christmas Eve and we haven't spoken in weeks, but I just really needed to talk to you. Is that okay?" he asked, the words rapidly leaving his mouth as his body shook from the cold.

"I-" You hesitated. "I'm not really sure if that's a good idea."

"Please? I just need you to know and if after that you never wanna see me again, then I'll leave you alone," he replied desperately.

Letting the spirit of Christmas overpower your overwhelming urge to kick him in the face and leave him in the cold, you opened your door wider to let him in. John quickly stepped into the warmth of your home, rubbing his hands together.

"Let me start up the kettle for some tea. You wait on the couch and I'll grab you a blanket too," you said, gesturing to the living room he was more than familiar with.

"Thank you, Y/N," he said gratefully.

You took a deep breath as you made your way into the kitchen. "Dude, I know I said I wanted a Christmas miracle, but I wasn't emotionally prepared for this," you muttered to yourself as you filled the kettle with water. Once the stove was on, you grabbed a blanket from your closet for the man sitting in your living room.

"Here," you said, handing it to him.

"You remembered," he said quietly. You almost asked what he was talking about when you saw the familiar checkered pattern on the blanket. You grabbed the first one you saw, not realizing you'd instinctually grabbed John's favorite blanket.

"Truthfully, that was an accident," you said, trying to lighten up the mood. It didn't really work as the air grew awkward and thick, neither of you really knowing what to say.

"Um, I'll be right back and get your tea," you said awkwardly, quickly getting up.

You took your time, trying to mentally prepare yourself for the conversation. Why was he here? What did he want? Why Christmas Eve? So many questions rolled into your mind as you made his tea just the way he liked.

You came back and handed him the mug, John muttering a thanks before sipping on the tea.

"John, why are you here?" you asked exasperated, finally breaking the silence.

"I…" John sighed. "I wanted to talk."

You crossed your arms. "Well, you're here now. So talk."

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the tops of his thighs, setting the mug on the table. "I know that I fucked up, really fucked up. And I left you hanging after leading you on for so long." He turned to look at you. "And I just wanted to say I'm sorry for ever treating you so horribly. You've never deserved it and you were right, you can't help how you feel about someone."

"Thank you," you said.

"I thought I'd be fine after walking out that day," he continued. "To me, it really was just a thing that we did and nothing more. But days turned into weeks turned into months and something was wrong. It didn't matter who I tried to get with. I just couldn't do it. Every single girl just reminded me of you. At first, I didn't really I was comparing everyone to you until one day when it hit me. And I haven't been able to stop thinking about you and how you make me feel."

"And how do I make you feel, John?" you asked, curling your legs underneath you.

"Alive. You give me that drive and passion to do what I love, to be a better man. I miss the way you pretended to be asleep just so I would kiss you awake. I miss the way you play with my hair after a long day at practice or a late night game. I miss the way you felt in my arms. I miss the way your eyes light up at the sight of the stupid festive cups at coffee shops. I miss how I didn't have to fear who I was or who I wanted to be because you always brought out the best in me. God, I just miss you so much and I can't believe how stupid I was for not seeing it until you were long gone," he said on the verge of tears.

Neither of you said anything for a while after his confession. The tension only grew thicker as John anticipated your reaction, mentally preparing himself for the worst.

"You still hurt me, John," you replied after a while. "I haven't been able to stop thinking about what you did that day. How you left me feeling used and stupid and dumb. I thought you and I were on the same page and I couldn't have been further from the truth."

John gently took both of your hands in his. You allowed him to gently lace his fingers through yours, shivers running down your spine as he thumbs stroked your hand.

"I know," he said. "I know, and I'm sorry. I'm sorry I took you for granted. I'm sorry I didn't appreciate you while I had you. But if you give me a chance, I swear to you I'll make it up to you and show you how much you mean to me."

"John…." you trailed off. "I don’t know. I don't know how I can trust you again after what you did."

He tightened his grip on your hand. "You don't have to give me an answer today. You don't even have to give me an answer for the rest of the year. I'll wait as long as you need. Even if you decide no, I'll still be waiting here for you."

"Johnny, I don't want you to be waiting for me," you said softly. "That wouldn't be fair on you."

He shook his head. "No, Y/N, I'm the one who hasn't been fair to you at all. Waiting is the least I can do for you."

A silence fell, the two of you lost in your own thoughts. John was wondering if he'd been too late to fix things, if his chance was gone. Meanwhile, you were thinking if he even deserved another chance. It had taken you months to even fathom getting over him. Was this a test to see if you truly belonged together? Or was this a red flag that was being blatantly waved in front of you?

All the while, you never thought to release your hand from John's. It felt right for your hand to be there. While your head was in turmoil, it was also the calmest it had been since the day he left.

"Why did you come here tonight?" you asked, breaking the silence. "Why tonight specifically? Why didn't you come earlier or later in the year?"

"Because I know how much Christmas means to you," he replied. "I knew I was risking ruining your holiday, but I wanted to show you that I'm serious about this, more serious than anything I've ever done in my life."

"Will you stay?" you asked him with hopeful eyes, still being unsure of your feelings but not quite wanting him to leave.

"Baby, I'll stay as long as you want me here," John said, looking into your eyes. His hands moved from yours to cup your cheeks. "Would you like me to stay?"

You nodded. "You can stay in the guest room for the night so we can have some space. I'll grab you more blankets."

Too quickly for your liking, you pulled away, his hands lingering on your face just a little bit longer. While you wanted him next to you, it probably wasn't the best idea all things considered. You grabbed some spare blankets, alongside some spare clothes of his you couldn't bare to part with, handing them to him.

"I'm really surprised you still have these," John said.

You shrugged. "I still have everything you gave me quite frankly."

John's heart stopped for a moment. Maybe there was still a chance for you to have faith in him again.

"If you need me, just knock on my door, okay?" you said, leaning against the doorframe.

"I will. Good night, Y/N," he answered.

"Good night, John," you said softly.

You quickly got ready for bed, turning the light off in your room. You made yourself comfortable underneath the warmth of the blankets, but you still felt cold. How could you sleep properly knowing John was next door? Knowing that he wanted you back? You tossed and turned for a few hours, but you knew you wouldn't be getting any sleep that night, especially because you just wanted to be in the comfort of his arms.

You got out of bed to get some water, wanting to walk a bit to clear your head. You opened your door to come face to face with John, whose hand was raised indicating that he was about to knock on your door. You nearly screamed before you realized who he was.

"Jesus Christ, John! You scared the shit out of me," you said panting, putting your hand on your chest.

"Sorry," he apologized. "I didn't mean to scare you."

"That's okay, I only just lost a few years off my life," you joked. "But is everything okay?"

"Yeah, I just couldn't really sleep," he answered, "and honestly I just really wanted to see you."

The two of you stared at each other for a moment, not really knowing what to say. You got lost in his eyes, that feeling you've always had with him returning.

Acting purely on instinct, both of you reached for each other, lips smashing desperately against each other. You felt like you could breathe again despite how hard the two of you were kissing. It just felt right that he was there with you. It felt right how his body was perfectly molded to yours.

John closed to door behind you, gently pushing you against it. His kisses were passionate yet still soft and gently, almost like he was afraid to hurt you. His hands were firmly around your waist as yours were around his neck, your fingers running through his hair.

"Jump," he whispered against you.

You obliged, wrapping your legs around him. He walked you to your bed, gently placing you on it as he climbed on top, your lips not parting once. He pulled away only to remove both of your shirts before returning to kiss you. His hands moved to your tits, gently squeezing them. You let out a breathy moan of his name.

"I missed his so much," he said just as breathlessly. "I missed your pretty little moans, baby." He squeezed a little harder, making your moans grow louder. "That's it, Let me hear you, Y/N."

His kisses started trailing down your jaw to your neck, his teeth nipping the skin. Little red marks were left in his wake until his mouth hovered over your nipple. He gently blew on it before taking it into his mouth, making a loud moan leave your body.

"You like that, baby?" John asked.

"Yes, John," you answered, your body squirming underneath him. "I love it so much."

John switched sides, your hands guiding his head there. He sucked harder, causing your hips to roll against his, groaning when your clothed cunt made contact with the bulge under his pants. His lips trailed down once again until he hit the band of the sweatpants you were wearing, noting that technically, they were his.

"Can I take this off, Y/N?" he asked, looking up at you.

You nodded your head frantically. "Yes, please take them off, please."

His hands grabbed the band and pulled down, moaning when he realized you weren't wearing any underwear.

"No underwear, baby? Are you trying to kill me?" he growled.

"It's comfortable, okay?" you squeaked out. "You know I've always preferred it that way."

John licked his lips as he laid his eyes on your pussy, the folds glistening with your wetness.

"Can I-" he started, but you cut him off.

"Yes, yes please!" you said desperately. "I need to feel your mouth on my pussy, John!"

He chuckled before licking your pussy, making you moan, your hands flying to grab his curls. John took his time licking from the bottom all the way to your clit. He repeated this motion several times, loving the way you tugged on him in desperation.

"Fuck!" you screamed when his lips sucked on your clit, your hips bucking into his face. "Fuck just like that!"

He sucked harder as one of his fingers teased your entrance. Your chest was up and down rapidly as your heartbeat quickened. You moaned loudly when his finger entered you, immediately hitting your g spot. He wasn't moving fast, but he was pressing deep into your pussy, making everything more intense.

"That feels so good," you said, "please don't stop. So good."

You hadn't slept with anyone since John. You couldn't possible bring yourself to. The only pleasure you'd gotten was from yourself, meaning your body more sensitive than usual. You felt your release coming fast.

"John, I think I'm gonna cum," you moaned out. In response, John picked up the pace, adding another finger. "I'm right there, baby, I just need a little bit more." John shook his head back and forth as he finger fucked you hard and fast. You screamed out, pulling his head further into your pussy as your release hit you. Your back arched against the bed, John taking one of the hands from behind his head to lace them together. You squeezed his hand as a wave of cum flooded his mouth, John happily licking all of it up.

You brought his face back up to your lips, needing to feel them against yours once again. You moaned slightly at the taste of yourself, John's hand gently cupping your cheek to kiss you deeper. He quickly took his bottoms off guiding his cock to your entrance. He tapped the head against your clit and your hips rolled.

"Is this okay?" John asked. "Are you sure you want this?"

You nodded desperately. "Please John, I need to feel you. Please."

He ran his cock through your folds before slowly pushing in, his body leaning over yours. You almost screamed at the way he was stretching your pussy.

"Fuck, baby, you're so tight," he hissed out. "When's the last time this pussy was touched by someone other than yourself?"

"Not since the day you left," you answered meekly. John's dick got even harder inside you.

"Yeah? This pussy is mine right baby?" he asked, bottoming out and stilling his hips.

"Mhm, all yours," you whined out, your body unable to stay still as he filled you.

"Are you okay?" he asked, looking deep into your eyes. "Do you need a minute?"

"Mhm," you answered. "I'm okay. Are you okay?"

"I'm more than okay, baby," he answered as he stroked your hair lightly, making your heart swell.

"John?" you asked.

"Yeah?"

"Give it to me please," you whispered. "I need it please!"

"I got you, baby," he said, kissing your forehead.

John moved his hips keeping a slow but deep pace. Your legs wrapped around him, needing to feel him pressed against you as you kissed him. John normally had you screaming at the top of your lungs, but this was different. This felt different. Nothing more was needed but breathy moans into each other's mouths, John really only picking up the pace slightly.

"It feels so good, Johnny," you moaned breathlessly. "So fucking good."

"Yeah? Feels good baby, doesn't it?" he asked. You nodded, eyes rolling back. "This pussy was made for me."

"Mhm. So big," you babbled. "Fucks me so good."

"You're taking it so well," he praised softly. "You look so fucking beautiful when you take my cock like this. Like you were meant to be here with me."

Tears started to form in your eyes, making John still.

"Baby, don't cry," he said worriedly. He wiped away the tears that were falling. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. I'll stop if you want me to."

You shook your head. "No, don't stop. I've just wanted you to say those words to me. Please keep going."

"Are you sure? We don't have to keep going if you wanna stop," he said unsure.

"Johnny, please," you begged. "I want this. I want you. I don't want anything but you."

"Me too, baby," John replied as he moved his hips, keeping the same deep pace as before. "And I'm sorry it took me this long to realize it." He brought his hands to yours, pressing you into the bed as your fingers intertwined. "Do you hear me? I love you, Y/N. So. Fucking. Much," he said, thrusting as hard as he could to emphasize his words. "And I'm never fucking letting you go again."

"I love you too," you moaned. "I really do."

"I'm close," he said, rubbing your clit.

"Fuck, me too," you said.

"Cum with me, baby. That's it. Cum for me."

You back arched as you had the most intense orgasm of your life, squeezing John's hands as you let out a loud moan. John groaned at the feeling of your pussy clenching around him, triggering his own release. He came deep inside you, gently thrusting to get every last bit of his cum in you.

You both laid there panting for a moment staring into each others eyes, foreheads resting against one another.

"I think that's the hardest I ever came," he chuckled. "I don't think I've ever cum that much before."

"It felt really good," you admitted, "to be filled up like that."

"I love you, Y/N," he said again.

"I love you too, John."

John rolled off of you, getting up to grab a towel to clean you up. He gently ran it over your body, not wanting to hurt you. He cleaned himself before tossing the towel into the laundry and climbing back into bed.

"God, you're beautiful," he whispered to himself in awe of you.

"Will you stay?" you asked.

"Always," he replied.

John looked over at the clock to see it was past midnight.

"Merry Christmas, baby," he said. "Thank you for being the best present I could've ever had."

"Merry Christmas, Johnny. Thank you for coming home," you said, your eyes fluttering shut.

"I wouldn't wanna be anywhere else but with you."

John held you tight that night and every night after that. And you were glad you kept your faith in him. For John Stones was your Christmas miracle and that was all you needed.

Taglist: @thoseboysinblue @neverinadream @chilwellspulisic @lizzypotter14 @pulisicsgirl @lovelynikol16 @notsoattractivearenti @nyctophilic0vitnir @shadowscorch

[aziiori]

Random kiss with 5WIRL *ੈ✩‧₊˚

Characters:Venti, Xiao, Kazuha, Heizou, Wanderer (referred to as Scara) x gn reader

Word count:1.5k

Author's note:I do not have ownership of any of the characters mentioned. All rights are from Hoyoverse.

I'm back from the dead (⁠＾⁠∇⁠＾⁠)⁠ﾉ. Enjoy this fanfic I made for everyone!

❥Venti

The moon hung high over Mondstadt as Venti and you strolled through its quiet streets. Laughter echoed in the night as you shared stories and experiences.

Venti grinned mischievously, "You know, there's something special about this place at night. Care for a detour?"

Curiosity sparked in your eyes as you nodded, and he led you to a serene spot near the city square, the moon casting a soft glow on the scene.

Venti turned to you, his emerald eyes reflecting the moonlight. "You ever notice how the night brings out the magic in everything?"

You smiled, captivated by his words. "It does feel different, almost like anything could happen."

He chuckled, "Exactly! Now, let's add a bit more magic." Venti took your hand, guiding you to the edge of a fountain. The water's gentle melody accompanied your steps.

As you stood there, Venti's gaze softened. "You know, I've enjoyed every moment tonight."

You met his eyes, feeling a warmth spread through you. "Me too, Venti. It's been amazing."

The air between you crackled with an unspoken connection. Venti's hand cupped your cheek, and he whispered, "There's one more thing missing from this night."

Before you could respond, his lips met yours in a sweet, lingering kiss. Time seemed to freeze, and the world faded away, leaving only the gentle embrace of that magical moment under the moonlit sky.

❥Xiao

In the enchanting glow of Liyue's moonlit night, you and Xiao found solace on the tranquil terrace of Wangshu Inn. The celestial tapestry above seemed to mirror the ethereal connection between the both of you.

A soft breeze whispered through the bamboo leaves, and you couldn't resist the urge to playfully break the peaceful silence.

"You know," you began with a mischievous glint in your eyes. "legend has it that kissing under starlight grants eternal luck."

Xiao's expression remained stoic, but a faint spark of curiosity gleamed in his eyes. "Legends are mere tales," he replied, his usual detachment betraying a subtle curiosity.

Undeterred, you pointed to a particularly radiant star, its brilliance reflected in their eyes. "Humor me, Xiao. Close your eyes and make a wish. You might be surprised."

With a rare hint of compliance, Xiao closed his eyes. In that fleeting moment, you seized the opportunity and pressed a gentle kiss on Xiao's cheek. The world around both of them seemed to hold its breath, capturing the essence of a magical connection.

As Xiao opened his eyes, a fleeting warmth lingered in his gaze. "I didn't wish for that," he remarked, attempting to maintain his composure. However, a subtle curve at the corner of his lips betrayed a hint of amusement.

You grinned, reveling in the playful banter. "Well, perhaps your wish will still come true. Sometimes, fate works in mysterious ways."

Under the celestial dance of stars, you and Xiao shared a quiet laughter, the stolen kiss leaving a lingering magic in the Liyue night—a moment etched in the canvas of both of your shared adventures.

❥Kazuha

In the heart of Inazuma, where the city's vibrant energy met the tranquility of nature, you and Kazuha found refuge in a hidden garden adorned with blooming sakura trees. The soft glow of lanterns created a delicate play of shadows, casting an enchanting ambiance over the secluded space.

As you strolled through the garden, the distant sound of waves became a distant melody, blending seamlessly with the rustling leaves and the gentle murmur of the evening. The air was filled with the sweet fragrance of sakura blossoms, invoking a sense of calm that surrounded both of you.

Kazuha, with his usual poetic charm, spoke, "Inazuma's night carries whispers of stories untold. Each petal, a chapter, and each moment, a verse."

Captivated by his words, you found yourselves beneath a particularly majestic sakura tree. The delicate blossoms seemed to bow in acknowledgment of the connection shared between you and Kazuha.

"In Inazuma, there's a belief that beneath the sakura, one can find moments of serenity," Kazuha confessed, his eyes reflecting the moon's soft glow.

As he gently took your hand, guiding you to a spot bathed in moonlight, the anticipation in the air grew. The subtle brush of his fingers against yours sent a shiver through you, and in that quiet corner of the garden, he leaned in.

Your lips met in a tender kiss, a shared breath beneath the sakura's embrace. Time seemed to stand still, as if the universe itself paused to appreciate the delicate dance of emotions. Sakura petals fluttered around you, creating a dreamlike spectacle, a symphony of nature applauding the blossoming connection between two souls in the heart of Inazuma's magical night.

❥Heizou

Beneath the enchanting moonlit canopy of Inazuma, you and Heizou found yourselves wandering through the serene forest, surrounded by the whispers of leaves and the ethereal dance of fireflies. The night air was filled with an irresistible mystique that seemed to draw you deeper into the heart of nature's embrace.

Heizou, with his quiet yet captivating demeanor, broke the tranquil silence with a thoughtful observation. "This night holds a certain charm, don't you think?" His words carried a subtle melody, echoing the serenity of the night around you. His amber eyes, reflecting the moon's gentle glow, invited you to share in the enchantment.

You nodded in agreement, feeling an unspoken connection that transcended mere words. Continuing through the forest, Heizou led you towards a secluded grove adorned with cherry blossoms. "A beautiful spot," he remarked, his gaze softening with appreciation for the natural beauty surrounding you.

You both found yourselves in a magical setting, the soft glow of cherry blossoms and the gentle rustle of leaves creating a timeless backdrop. "It's magical," you replied, the serenity of the grove enhancing the enchantment of the moment.

Turning to face you, Heizou's subtle smile deepened. "Sometimes, words are unnecessary," he said, his hand gently cupping your face. The warmth of his touch resonated with a silent understanding that transcended verbal communication.

In that quiet grove, beneath the moon's watchful gaze, the connection between you and Heizou deepened. The air crackled with anticipation as Heizou leaned in, and your lips met in a soft, lingering kiss. The moonlight painted a celestial portrait of your shared moment, capturing the delicate intimacy of the night.

As you parted, you found yourself lost in the depth of Heizou's olive eyes, a silent promise exchanged between you two. "A promise made in the moonlight," he whispered, his words lingering in the night air like a secret shared between kindred souls.

Hand in hand, you continued your journey through the grove, the night breeze carrying whispers of your shared moment. The cherry blossoms above, stirred by a gentle breeze, showered you both with delicate petals, a celestial celebration of the connection blossoming in the heart of Inazuma. And above it all, the moon smiled down, a silent witness to the beginning of a beautiful romance.

❥Wanderer (Scara)

In the vibrant city of Sumeru, where the pursuit of knowledge echoed through grand libraries and scholarly debates, you found yourself strolling through the market square with Scaramouche. Once a member of the Fatui, he now wandered the streets with a newfound sense of freedom.

"Quite the change of pace, isn't it?" Scaramouche remarked, observing the lively energy of Sumeru's diverse culture. His eyes, usually sharp and mischievous, reflected a hint of genuine curiosity.

You nodded in agreement, "Sumeru has a different charm, away from the problems and duties of the Fatui."

Finding a quiet alcove, away from the city's commotion, Scaramouche turned to you with a smirk. "You know, I never thought I'd enjoy wandering these streets without the weight of the Fatui's schemes on my shoulders."

A chuckle escaped your lips. "It's a relief to be free from all that, isn't it?"

Seated on a bench beneath the glow of lanterns, Scaramouche's hand found yours. The touch was unexpectedly tender, and he looked at you with a softness that contradicted his usual sharp demeanor.

"Strange, isn't it?" he mused, his gaze lingering on yours. "The quiet moments in the heart of the chaos."

Your smile mirrored his sentiment. "Sometimes, unexpected moments become the most cherished."

As the night unfolded its celestial canvas above, you and Scaramouche delved into deeper conversations, sharing stories of your pasts and dreams for the future. The air was filled with a sense of newfound connection, an unspoken understanding that transcended the barriers of faction and duty.

Under the celestial dance of stars, Scaramouche leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that spoke volumes of liberation and shared understanding. The ambient sounds of Sumeru transformed into a symphony of shared moments, and time seemed to linger in that space between heartbeats.

As he pulled back, Scaramouche's eyes held a mix of surprise and satisfaction. "Well, who would've thought? Sumeru's streets hold more than just ancient scrolls and dusty tomes," he teased, a genuine warmth softening his words.

And so, in the heart of Sumeru, amidst whispered knowledge and cultural wonders, you shared a quiet, liberated kiss with Scaramouche, weaving your narrative in the vibrant tapestry of the city. The night continued, a canvas of shared moments awaiting in the streets of Sumeru.

I had a blast writing this, and I guarantee that you can expect more captivating stories from me this week!

I worked hard on this and I do not allow any form of translation, copying, or plagiarism. Cooperation is appreciated.

©aziiori 02/03/24

[dumplingsfordays]

you're so pretty, you're so popular

albedo x gn!reader [university au]

genre - fluff

summary - albedo has a little (not really) crush on a semi-popular kid at his school.

cw!: jealousy, albedo's obsessed with you (in a good way I promise), professor ships you two

note - i used to simp for albedo so hard and then I stopped playing genshin... he's still pretty boy in my book though. feel like they did his hair dirty though, it's supposed to be so fluffy and they just massacred it :(

and as always, thank you for reading!

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Albedo was jealous of your friends. That was the one simple truth that he never wanted to admit to himself. He'd see you laughing along with them after you'd shown them a funny video and wish that he was the one that was holding you from falling backwards onto the grass as you shook from incessant, adorable giggles, that he was the one whose face hurt from smiling at your radiant expression everyday.

As much as he loved truth, he couldn't bring himself to face it.

And he'd sit on a bench in the shade of an oak tree during lunch, whose relatives sparingly dotted the small field on which you were talking with your friends, and in a sketchbook he would draw you and him on that same grass, blanketed in sunshine as you talked about anything you'd want to. After all, hearing your voice was enough for him to break an uncommon smile.

Albedo did this day after day, and luckily for him, you'd sit on that grass with your friends consistently from midday to 1:30. It was a nice break from the otherwise monotonous existence he led - study, eat, study, walk, draw, work, eat, sleep.

Oddly enough, almost every activity on that list somehow related back to you. The margins of his notes were occasionally occupied by studies of your eyes and hair; when he'd eat, his meals were inspired by what you ate for lunch; his walks were accompanied by music that you'd recommended to him some time ago; and when he slept, his brain would sometimes conjure up images of you hugging him, saying that he'd need to hold out just a little longer and maybe when he has the chance, he'll ask you out. Drawing brought him passion and he did use it as a side source of income, but lately they'd been plagued by splintered fragments of your soul.

He did it automatically, really - he'd add in a dash of your favorite color, draw a person in the background with the same hairstyle that you usually wore, and one time, when Albedo had been painting a portrait for his art midterm, he sketched out a scarily accurate representation of your countenance, usual accessories and all.

He immediately erased it, of course. You were in the same class as him and if he brought the canvas to the professor in front of you, there was no way that you wouldn't be weirded out by him. Who does that, anyway? He'd be better off painting his little cousin, Klee, who was a ray of sunshine and was bound to earn him a hundred.

The stars aligned in such an unpredictable way for him towards the end of the year after a particularly tiring lecture. You, in all your bright, angelical beauty, walked right up to him as he was about to leave and tapped him on the shoulder.

"Hey, 'Bedo!" you smile as he whips his head around to face you. You don't know what you do to him when you call him by his nickname - he practically melts each time.

"Hey." He's panicking - it's obviously not a bad thing, you're smiling, you don't think he's creepy or annoying or anything, so everything's okay, as long as he plays it cool and-

"So, I've been thinking," you start, averting your eyes to look at the floor and then back to him. "We haven't really hung out in a bit. Do you want to grab a bite somewhere sometime? It's okay if you can't, I know you're super busy and all but I found this super nice place that just opened nearby and I thought that it'd be nice to try it out."

He swallows. "Y-yeah, that would be nice-"

"Great!" Albedo blinks at your rather loud interruption and you clear your throat awkwardly. "Um, I mean, um, yeah! So, I think you have my number, so just text me when you're free and and we'll figure it out."

You'd never tell it to anyone but you find his small, shy grin so endearing. He stutters a little when he replies but you think it's cute - he'd never know that unless you told him straight to his face though.

"Sounds- sounds good, yeah."

"So, we're set?"

He nods and grabs his bag, offering to walk with him. You accept with a smile, to which his face reddens, and as you walk out together the professor sighs.

"Young love," he chuckles. "Guess they'll be sitting together from now on."

[wayfayrr]

So here's something I've been working on for a while where one of the links and reader get split from the chain, ending up on present-day Earth. And because Totk has now consumed my focus near entirely he's the lucky one to stick with the reader (as a separate link from wild, for extra ✨drama✨ with the chain - thanks to @neverchecking for sparking that Idea for me)

also if anyone has any ideas for what this au could be named any suggestions would be greatly appreciated I cannot come up with a name for the life of me

I've ended up writing a Part two where sage gets to adjust now as well! And a third to go with it!

It’s been a long few months with the chain since I ended up in Hyrule; being torn from your world certainly isn’t an experience I would wish on anyone.

being chased through all of Hyrule's different histories was bad enough, and now getting dragged through the portals that thing creates by those who once told me they would protect me?

It’s exhausting.

The links are welcoming, mind you, there's just something off about them in that uncanny valley where you know something is wrong, just not what. They’re still well, they're still links. And they’ve had to have known me leaving is always going to have to happen; no matter how overbearing they get; no matter the denial they have; no matter how much they may try fight it. 

I will never belong in Hyrule, that’s a fact.They know this. I have told them time and time and time again, they swore to me that they’d help me get home and now? 

god have they gotten attached, it's like I've been dunked in a potion or something with how comically obsessed most of them are, with how they look at me and treat me like I'm a glass doll.

Time takes advantage of being the oldest, of being the "leader" to arrange shifts where I'm next to him or partners with him for whatever needs be, Warrior seems to be following him to the blueprints when he gets the chance. The smithy looks like he's on the verge of a breakdown when I get within five metres of anything remotely sharp, even just a simple butter knife as if I'm so stupid that I'll injure myself with it. Twilight thankfully doesn't take after his ancestor although that doesn’t mean he’s not without his quirks, that wolf side has indeed left its mark on him after all. Wind’s just a clingy excitable kid, it’s not like he’s doing anything wrong. The Traveler seems clingy while at the same time, he doesn’t seem to think he deserves to be around me; Legend acts both similar to him but also his exact opposite, seemingly hating me with his very soul but being a leech at my side. Sky may play dumb about it to my face but he's down just as bad as the rest taking every opportunity to stake his claim over me with at least one of his clothes, it's uncommon now for me to be without his sailcloth about my shoulders. 

Sage is the one I would have to describe as the one who is the worst, it’s not like I don’t know the exact reason either - it’s only natural they handle it worst. Similar to Wild naturally, acting almost identically but with anything even remotely possessive amped up drastically. He’s the one who’s had to deal with loss the most; with the worst possible circumstances, I’m the one who should’ve expected this.

I mean - I guess it’s sweet as well? If having someone cling to you at all times as they’ve glued themselves to your skin is what you’d consider cute. Since he realised I’ll be leaving eventually, the bare minimum doesn’t even come close to how little time I’ve had alone - no not even alone, just existing without Sage holding me in some way.

“[name]? Were you listening to me?”

And there he goes again - looking at me with the saddest of eyes, like I’ll vanish if he ever takes his eyes off of me.

“Sorry juniper, I zoned out a bit there - what were you saying?”

And wasn’t that the wrong thing to say. His reaction to that was immediate, now he’s looking up at me with puppy dog eyes like I’ve just hung the stars in the sky for them; I can barely breathe with how tightly he’s holding me. I hadn’t even said anythin- I called him by a nickname, right. 

“... can’t you stay? I don’t- I don’t want to lose anyone else...”

And with that, he’s decided to press his face into my shoulder. Is- why is my shirt getting damp..?

He’s crying... Oh, damn it. How do I respond to this - I can’t stand to see him so broken up like this but what can I say?

"You know I can't Sage, I don't belong here and it's not safe for me either"

"but I can make it safe for you! And you do belong, you belong by my side. I know you do!"

Sage's sobs have to be the most heart-wrenching sound I've ever heard, even worse still when I know I'm the one who's the cause of it; not being able to comfort him with anything that's not an outright lie.

There's something else in his voice though, something much darker than heard from any of the heroes let alone Sage, and it sounds dangerous. 

"I have a house, I can hunt, I can fight, I saved Hyrule. I can make sure you're safe and I can keep you happy. aren't… wouldn't you want that [name]? please?"

He's gotten so desperate to keep me here that he's begging me through tears?

"Sage I - you know I can't. it's not fair for me to stay"

"I don’t care that it’s not fair! I just - I just… please, please don’t abandon me. I can’t - I can't lose you as well"

It took a few hours to calm him down but eventually, I managed to get him to stop crying. Granted they did pass out onto me shortly after. 

It was after about fifteen minutes of resting there that things started to feel odd? That seems like the best way to describe it. 

We were just resting after lunch; of course, due to Sage we were a bit further from the rest of the group when it hit, everything got blurred and distorted. Similar to the portals throughout Hyrule’s history but different. Stronger. It felt as though my very cells were being torn apart and remade, like when - like when I was brought here.

“[NAME], SAGE YOU NE- TO -VE”

Is someone screaming? It’s like everything’s been thrown underwater it's all muffled and faded. Even as I try to get up with Sage’s weight on me, I can barely shift, let alone get away from this portal drawing me in.

...

And then I was back on earth.

There wasn’t a large ceremonial goodbye, there wasn’t even really anything special about the portal.

I'm just here.

And with an oddly familiar weight on my side actually, a very very familiar weight on my side…

“SAGE???”

Sage’s here, of course, he is. Of course, the shadow hasn't had enough of just sending the links between different Hyrules. Of course, Sage gets thrown into my world with me. Do the rest of the chain know we’re even still alive? Know we’re safe? Or do they think - think that we were killed? How long have I even been gone? I spent months with the chain, months, did anyone report me missing, was I gone long enough for that? My phone should have resynced with the time here, I just need to check it.

It’s not even been a day.

All of that, everything and it's been less than a day. I have to slot myself back into everyday normal as if nothing has happened. 

Snap yourself out of this [name], there’s no point in getting stressed. Just deal with everything as it comes.

“Sage, wake up, please.”

He’s moving now, okay, that’s fine, he’s fine, He’s alive. He’s alive, the gloom didn’t worsen, can’t have worsened and…

There’s someone who should be fictional, who is famous in his own right, lying on my side in my living room. I've been gone for barely a day and now to everyone else, there's a stranger with a funky-looking arm in my house. How will I - is there even a way to explain this?

Everything in my life is upended now, this isn't a normal thing, not something that can just be explained away. how do I? Where do I-

I don't know - this isn't something I've ever considered dealing with.

Now I wish Sage was up and being clingy, anything would be better than sitting here in silence with my thoughts like this. There are a couple of ways I could think to wake him properly, but just as I move to shake him he sits up immediately. Panic set in at the same moment leading him to hold me close while looking over every corner of the room we’re in.

“Where are we? Did the others abandon us? This isn’t like anything I’ve seen in any Hyrule.” “We aren’t in Hyrule now.” 

Might as well just bite the bullet and get this over with.

“Welcome to earth link, in all of its awful glory.”

[marchsfreakshow]

Having Their Fill [JPM & The Countess]

Angst. Almost smut.

You knew The Countess switches lovers like that. It upset you and wished to not have be cursed the blood virus anymore. That meant being hers forever.

Warnings: blood mention, body checking, self image talk, weight talk, implied smut & dub-con. Fem!reader

I love this idea, and I hope you like this little thing I made up. Literally re-watching Hotel so I can get this out.

Your perspective.

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I stared at the image in the mirror. My gorgeous girlfriend, I guess you could call her that, The Countess, bought me it so she could have me look at myself during sex. Why? Fuck if I know. My eyes were always shut closed because of how made me feel while we were fucking. The stars always aligned when we were together, but I never took it too much to heart. Tristan and Liz told me that eventually she would get bored, throw me out and leave me be on the streets.

The body in front of me wasn't fun. It's not interesting, nothing is correct. No one would like this body. Too fat, too thin, too ugly, too skinny, too curvy. Everything and nothing at the same time. A loud sigh escaped me as she came in. "You've been staring at yourself for an hour love.." She said, walking towards me and my naked body. "Never doubt yourself. You're so beautiful. My lovely girl forever."

"Unlikely." I snorted.

"What do you mean?" Her eyes narrowed. People disagreeing with her meant death, but I could never believe her. She let me go and I got dressed. Slowly. My hands felt weak, I couldn't do much. It felt lonely here sometimes.

"I know you. I've been told about your past lovers...it's just a matter of time until you let me go and find another." Trousers on, still shirtless but wearing a bra. Looking up in the mirror, I saw her staring at my reflection.

"That may be true. You are so much different than the people before you." She placed a calm hand on my shoulder, but I slapped it away.

"Not fucking likely! You turn them, make them love you then throw them away or kill them!! How can I fucking love you so much when that fate awaits me.." Seething my teeth, I threw on my shirt lazily, barely doing up the bottom buttons. She did nothing but stand there and watch. As silent and still as ever. My stuff was in my hands just as quickly as I left. Leaving in a huff probably wasn't the best idea, but I just had to go somewhere else. Maybe talk to Liz.

Stomping down the hallways, I sighed and let all thoughts fall past me. Walking quickly was tiring, but my footsteps fell silent as I reached room 64. Another sigh left me, and I knocked on the door slowly, my head hung in slight embarrassment. A creak. "Little bird. Hello my dear."

"James.." I sniffed. His eyebrows furrowed and placed a hand on my back, walking me into the room. "It's..."

"The Countess? Dear, you must realise that she does not like staying with one person for so long."

"she stayed with you."

"I am stuck here, she lives here on her own terms. We have an arrangement so I can see her once every month. It has been this way for as long as I have been a ghost my bird."

I huffed again and crossed my arms, looking away from the ghost. He raised an eyebrow at me. "You should not be so upset with me, you said yes to this deal when the Countess and I agreed to share you."

"share me? That's fucking rich." I chuckled.

"You do remember the deal do you not little hummingbird?" As a response I nodded, barely meeting his eyes. He hummed and smiled ever so slightly.

"doesn't mean you share me though. She has me more than you do."

"Yes, insatiable, isn't she?" His eyes wandered off into the distance, the smile only growing wider. It took everything in me to not slap some sense into him. So I clicked my tongue and sat on the table closest to me. "Either she will come and find you to end your life or I make it quicker and save her a job." James grinned, turning on his heel and walking into another part of his room.

"Both of you find intimacy in killing, it'll probably be the same either way," I mutter, sort of following him like a lost puppy. I didn't particularly find the intimacy in killing, nor did I want to die just yet, but I couldn't take having this ancient curse in me anymore.

"Love, our killings could not be more different." I heard The Countess say from the doorframe. James flashed a smile at her, as she moved her attention between him and me. "I must kill to keep myself alive. He kills for pleasure."

"you describe it so perfectly my dear." He smiled, resting a hand on her back. I rolled my eyes and looked away from the dead and barely-in-love couple.

"Little mouse, what are you thinking? You seem distracted."

"About maybe if I can be let go now? I'm fucking done." James clicked his tongue and shook his head. Well fuck, suppose I'm stuck here now.

The door was closed behind them and James walked behind me and held a knife on my stomach as he wrapped his hands around me. It elicited a quiet chuckle out of the glorified vampire, and she walked towards us. Wow, where was all this sudden tension coming from? I just sighed and rested my head on James' shoulder, deciding to go along with whatever they had planned. Kisses on my neck, my shirt slowly being pulled over my head. Cold fingers on my torso. It made me gasp and I shivered, almost cooling back from the ghost touches.

A sharp blade gently stung my belly, cringing at the feeling. But I felt more kisses and licks, and my trousers, slowly being pulled down from my legs. Freezing air flew past me, causing more shivers. Incoherent whispers as The Countess stood up slowly, and placed a gentle hand on James' shoulder. I could feel their wicked smiles.

My back on the bed, scratchy sheets and then sharps and stings.

A long nail against my neck.

A knife under my breasts.

Heavy breaths.

God, I felt divine, and like I actually needed them. This fucking effect the both of them had on me. "Fuck.." I moaned out.

"You're a good girl, mouse."

James in me, The Countess admiring every part of my body and keeping a hand around my neck, whatever claws she owned, teasing every vein.

It was only a few minutes later when absolute silence.

What on earth was this darkness? Lovingly enveloping me, and making me feel warm.

Then I opened my eyes and I was looking at red. A body dressed in a green sweater and dirty jeans. My sweater and dirty jeans.

My back hit a chest.

"You died wonderfully my little bird." Oh fuck.

"James..." I whimpered, turning on my heel and hitting his collarbones. But the Countess grabbed my hands and pulled them back to behind me.

"None of that now mouse."

What the fuck was happening?? Why? I didn't plan on dying just now. But by the hands of the ones who owned and breathed this hotel. What the fuck else could I do?

"Jesus fuck..."

"you are now here with us for eternity my sweet. You are allowed to switch between the two of us for as long as you please."

Well, Christ okay. Despite the sudden hollowness of not being alive, I pressed a gentle kiss onto the Countess' cheek.

"fine...okay, just, can my body be removed or something?"

"Of course, it can love." The Countess smiled, petting my hair.

Eternity is going to be long...

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Tag: @babygorewhore @nahoyasboyfriend @coentinim @slvt4jamesmarch @slutforgarlogan @feefymo

[mydarllinglover]

Stars Collided || Five

Previous

Lovisa had been in a bad mood all morning, as her handmaiden got her dressed and ready for the day.

Ahsoka was unsure if she really was still upset about falling off the boat, or if something else happened, but what could have happened?

The princess was dressed in a beautiful peach coloured dress, with lots of tulle, that shaped her skirt, she loved these dresses, she loved the way they swayed. the sleeves wrapped around her bicep, just under her shoulder, but just like the skirt, the sleeves were also a puffy tulle.

She chose a similar looking tiara to wear.

Ahsoka left Lovisa's curls, but decided to wrap some of the front pieces, to frame her face, whilst incorporating daisies into the style.

Anakin was waiting outside of her door, when she finally left, and it made her heart race.

"Your beauty is comparable to every star hung in the sky." He greeted her, kissing the back of her hand, and she almost lost her breath.

Anakin knew the princess loved watching the stars, it was something she had told him as a little girl, and it was what he caught her doing last night.

"That is ever so kind." She blushed, as they walked beside each other, her hand was still in his.

"It is only the truth, M'lady."

"I see that swim the both of you took yesterday, washed away your resentment, for each other" Ahsoka commented, as she walked behind the pair.

"What do you mean?" Lovisa pivoted on her heel, looking at her friend, Anakin also looked over his shoulder at her.

"Well, look at the two of you, complimenting Lovey, Lovey's blushing, you're holding hands, You've been in a bad mood since yesterdays events, but as soon as you saw Jedi, it's like you just switched brains with someone else."

"We are not." Lovisa ripped her hand out of his. "Just merely being polite, well, Jedi, I think that my handmaiden and I are very capable of making it to the breakfast room, may you make better use of your time and giving my sister the same dedication?"

Anakin's jaw clenched, and his eye twitched at her switch, and he was beginning to hate Ahsoka, at that very moment.

"As you wish, your highness." He bowed his head, before marching off to Padme's quarters.

"What the hell happened between the two of you?" Ahsoka asked, as they watched his back.

"Why do you assume something happened?" Lovisa asked.

"Because you have made it blatantly obvious, and I am not a fool."

"Fine, something happened, but I fear I do not wish to tell you, my dear friend."

"Its bad?"

"Very bad." Lovisa sighed, her voice shook.

"Is it going to happen again?" She raised a brow, as she questioned the girl.

"Definitely." The princess bowed her head in her own disappointment.

"God made him a Jedi, just for a lesson to you, and I fear he heavily overestimated your own self restraint."

"I've never really had a good relationship with our creator, now that I think about it." Lovisa commented. "But I mustn't let it go on, I don't care about being unfair, but I do not like to be cruel."

"Only you would have a man ready to throw away his whole purpose, for you." She smirked.

"Do not." Lovisa laughed. 

After their long talk in the hallway, they had finally made it to the breakfast room, Padme, Sabé and Anakin were already seated, and being served.

"Ah, finally, I was beginning to wonder when the two of you would be joining us." Padme smiled at them.

"Ahsoka was just telling me something, sorry to keep you all waiting." Lovisa threw her friend under the bus, as they sat down next to each other.

A glass of strawberry milk, was already placed in front of Lovisa's seat, and she happily sipped it.

"Any plans for today?" Her sister asked.

"Uh, no, I haven't really gotten far into my day, to be thinking about what I'm going to be doing with it." Lovisa answered, thanking the staff who were placing food on her plate.

"Perfect, you can give Anakin a tour of the place." Padme clapped her hands together.

"What?" Lovisa questioned, her brows raising, as she looked up.

"Well, someone has to Lovey, and I'm far too busy, and hopefully, it'll help the two of you get along. I can not stand the childish bickering."

Perfect, spend more time with the boy she was trying to push away, amazing.

"Very well, Ahsoka and I can show Anakin around the place." She nodded.

"Well, actually, princess, I have chores to do..." Ahsoka told her.

"What?" She looked to her friend, her eyes wide.

"Great, so it'll be just you and I, M'lady." Anakin smiled at her.

"Great." She bit into the strawberry Danish.

The pair walked almost silently, around the castle, Lovisa sharing a bit of lore, that she could remember, about certain area's, and Anakin nodding along.

"Do you come here often?" He asked, when they made it outside.

"Yes, we used to." Lovisa admitted, “Our mother and father would take us, in the summer, when there were not many events going on, but as we got older, we were given our own duties, and less time to spend as a family, but it's still a second home. Padme and her friends, from school, would swim in that lake, racing each other."

"What about your friends?"

"What?" Lovisa looked at him.

"Did your school friends ever come here?" Anakin rephrased.

"Please, I got kicked out of school in my seventh year, I have tutors, hence why I'm not off in higher education, and stuck at home."

"You got kicked out?" He laughed.

Lovisa blushed, as she also nervously laughed.

"I may have got caught a few too many times in places I shouldn't have been, besides, I never got on with my peers, most of my friends are the ones that are paid to be in my home."

"Lovisa Amidala, the rebel princess, your title truly is fitting." He joked.

"Nobody calls me that." She rolled her eyes, with a smile, as she nudged him with her elbow.

"To your face, maybe." He replied.

"I'm not that bad. I think I've really calmed down, I'm growing mature." She looked at him.

"We are a year off from complete adulthood, you still have a bit of time left for growing." He swiped a loose piece of her hair, tucking it behind her ear.

"Come on, I wish to sit down in the grass." She grabbed his hand, as they walked down the steps, and away from the castle, where they'd be completely alone.

Neither of them were aware of the two girls who watched from the window.

"This is going to end badly." Padme sighed.

"On whose's part?" Ahsoka asked.

"Yes? I hear that Anakin is a trouble maker of his own, in the order, of course those two would be drawn to each other."

"So why are you encouraging them to spend time together?" Ahsoka raised a brow.

"I'm not quite sure." She admitted. "They do make a pretty picture. Tragedy. I'm hoping the more they're pushed together, the less they feel inclined to one another, you know how my sister loves to do the opposite of everything."

“I fear this might be different, your highness.”

Next

[prettygirl-gabi]

Broken home

Rating: General Audiences

Warning: angst, argument, slice of life, happy ending

Category:F/M

Fandom: ATEEZ (boyband)

Relationships: !Idol-husbnd Jongho x !f non-idol reader

Summary: Love can often be seen to have been painted with vibrant hues of passion and romance, but seldom do we explore the complex emotions that arise when two individuals are torn apart by circumstances beyond their control

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Yours and Jongho's relationship had always been a whirlwind of emotions. The love was intense yet tender; it burned brightly like a flame that refused to be extinguished. However, as Jongho's career as an idol skyrocketed even more over the years, you both found yourselves caught in a tempestuous storm.

One fateful evening after a particularly grueling day at work for you all because of your boss. Wanting to spend time with Jongho, only for him to get ready to leave and head back to the studio; an argument erupted between you and him.

You had just finished cooking dinner after getting off at 2 instead of 4 that evening. "Jongho! It feels like you're slipping away from me! We hardly spend any time together anymore."

Jongho raised his voice a bit as he walks into the kitchen to get his car keys and other things for a long studio night. "I know it's tough right now, but this is my dream, its my fucking job! I can't just abandon everything I've worked so hard for, just for some stupid night in." He shakes his head as he tries to ignore the argument that has started.

The words hung heavy in the air as they stared at him with tear-filled eyes. "Fuck you! Jongho just fuck you!" You screamed as you stormed out the kitchen tonyour shared bedroom with him hot on your tail.

"Why, why must you be so damn needy and stubborn!" He yelled at you but continued his rant. "The boys and I are getting ready for tour, comeback and solo things!"

"I'm not asking for every single day to spend with you but, just once every week, I barely see you now!" You scream at him, rubbing your make up off before you change out of your fancy clothes.

Jongho threw his head back While he watched your every movement. “Why can’t you be happy for me for once?” You put your hand in front of his face, before he continued “Why are you doing this....Stop being selfish.”

You felt like you has been punched in the face. "Really me selfish like I don't get off work every other day to cook, clean or do something that was meant for you! But becauseI know how demanding your job is; and don't want more things on your plate like the good wife I am!" You yell as you start poking him in the chest as you continue to try to make your point.

"Just go! Go to fucking work and when you get back who knows if I'll still be huere!" You yell at him pushing him out of the room and out the door.

As days turned into weeks and weeks into months, the marriage began to crumble under the weight of distance. The constant touring schedule left little room for personal connections or quality time together; especially after that argument.

After you both sat down the week before he left you both found a compromise. "I miss you so much... Jonggie" you sigh as you get off the elevator and head to your car after a late shift at work.

Jongho could hear it in your voice as he was just waking up from the morning sun hitting him. "I miss you too... But what can we do? This is the life I chose. We talked about this, baby."

The pain in each other's voices was palpable. The both of you yearned for each other's touch, but reality had dealt a cruel hand.

However, amidst the anguish, you and Jongho, found solace in the shared memories, you made before he became too busy.

"Remember that night we spent under the stars? It was just you and me, no distractions... I wish we could go back to that." You say as you walk through the front door of your shared home to tired to anything besides warm up leftovers and a glass of wine.

Jongho sucked in air and let out a chuckle or two. "I remember it like it was yesterday. We'll find our way back to each other, Y/n. I promise."

The hearts ached with longing, but hope flickered within the both of you like a beacon of light in the darkest of nights.

As time passed by, Jongho's career eventually reached a turning point where he could prioritize his personal life without compromising his dreams. You both reunited stronger than ever before with the bond you forged through trials and tribulations.

Jongho kissed the top or you head as you checked the nursery one final to to make sure your new bundle of joy was still asleep. "Y/n, I'm sorry for all the pain I caused you during those difficult times. Im glad to have been able make up for lost time."

You giggle quietly as you gently closed her door "I forgive you because our love has always been worth fighting for. Let's keep creating new memories together."

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Thanks for reading! 🩵🩶

-Mrs. Cody-Song

[ghost4meeks]

𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐊 | 𝐫. 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬

𖤐 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𖤐 * "𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊'𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒖𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑, 𝒋𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒓 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒆, 𝒊 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒊𝒕. …𝒓𝒂𝒚, 𝒊𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖." *

𖤐 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐬, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫, (𝐲/𝐧) 𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐮, 𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 (𝐲/𝐧) 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐬𝐬

𖤐 * 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒚 - 𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒌 *

𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄

"You sure you're gonna be okay? I can always pick you up," Billy asked over the phone, audibly picking up his keys as if he was gonna rush out the house right then and there.

"Relax," I assured with a smile, "Randy's here. I'm safe."

When we were in the hospital, Billy called the police and notified them about what happened. 

The police went to investigate and discovered the couple that were dead in their car. 

They came to the hospital and asked me a shit-ton of questions, the hospital discharging me when they were done. 

So now here I was, sitting on Randy's bed as I talked to Billy.

"All right. The girls and Stu are sleeping over at mine so we're good. Be safe, okay?" He sighed, putting down the keys.

"I will. Night, Billy," I smiled.

"Night. And you better be joking about that shit you said earlier or I'm gonna wring Randy's neck," Billy added at the last moment. 

"Like I said before. You. Wish," I smirked, hanging up as he shouted my name.

"Whoa, is everything okay? I can hear him from here," Randy asked as he walked in, flopping onto the bed with me.

"Oh, he's fine. He was just going off about how if we fuck tonight he's gonna kill you," I simply answered, standing up off the bed, "Can I borrow a shirt?"

"Yeah, sure...wait. WHAT?!" Randy shouted, me slapping my hand over his mouth.

"Ray! Shut up! It's like one in the morning! Martha's sleeping next door!" I whisper-yelled, slowly moving my hand away.

"I'm sorry but you? And me? Fucking?? Tonight???" He asked, his voice getting higher.

"What's wrong with that? Am I not fuckable?" I asked, my heart hoping for the right answer. 

"Turn around."

"No! There's nothing wrong with that...you are...very...fuck...I mean," Randy stuttered, turning around so he faced the wall.

I smiled and had to hold in a snicker as I took off my shirt and pants, being wary of the bandages on my leg.

I could feel him looking out of the corner of his eye and I smirked, putting on a little show. 

I probably didn't need to stick my ass out that much when I bent over but hey, you only live once. 

And I almost died tonight. 

Again.

"It's just...you are a very beautiful girl so it's natural that any guy would think that you're.....*ahem*.....fuckable."

I threw on a Halloween graphic tee he had and walked back over to the bed, grabbing his shoulder and turning him around, sitting on his lap.

"And are you any guy?" I asked, giving him my doe eyes again as I held the nape of his neck.

He swallowed thickly, his eyes raking over my every facial feature. 

"(y/n)...I know what you're doing. And I swear if you're playing with me.....I don't think I can take it," Randy strained, carefully grabbing my wrists to stop me.

He looked absolutely enamored by me, like I had hung the stars right in front of him, but he also looked conflicted.

And I don't know why, but that gave me the push of confidence I've been lacking since the seventh grade.

"But I'm not Ray. I never have," I started, taking my hands and resting them on his chest. 

His eyes shot wide open.

"Anything I've said about us and our relationship, joking or otherwise, I meant it. ...Ray, it has always been you."

I could've sworn happy tears were about to start pouring out of this man.

Randy rested one hand on my hip and placed the other on my cheek, a smile on his face. 

"I swear if this is a dream I'm gonna be fucking pissed."

"Dork," I laughed, resting my forehead on his. 

"I assure you it's not."

He smirked. 

"Good."

And with that he closed his lips with mine, knocking a bit of the wind out me. 

I immediately eased into it and he pulled my waist closer, tightening his grip.

'Fuck.'

I wrapped my arms around his neck and slid my tongue against his lips, silently asking for the entrance he quickly granted.

I slowly slid it in and worked my way around, exploring every inch. I wanted to commit every second of this to memory.

Ray's hands found their way to my ass, giving my cheeks one big squeeze. 

I let out a soft gasp and arched forward, his eyes darkening at the sight. 

"Oh, you like that, huh?" He suggestively smirked, squeezing them again as he picked me up and turned around, laying me down on the bed. 

He wanted to be wary of my bandages.

I relaxed into the mattress as he attached his lips to my neck, sucking right under my jawline.

"Mmmmm....Ray," I hummed, tugging at the hem of his shirt. 

He pulled back and probably broke a world record with the speed he threw the thing off.

He gave me a knowing look and I rolled my eyes, smiling as I grabbed the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head to reveal my lacy, (f/c) bra and panties.

He paused for a moment, his breath stuck in his throat as he eyed me up. 

It started to worry me.

"Ray? You okay?" I asked, concerned. I slowly started covering myself with my hands but he stopped me, leaning back on top.

"I'm better than okay. Just seeing you like this. God, (y/n/n), you're fucking gorgeous," he smiled, peppering kisses all over my neck. 

"I'm the luckiest guy in the fucking world."

𝒔 𝒄 𝒓 𝒆 𝒂 𝒎

The first rays of sunlight spilled into the room and I slowly opened my eyes, the weight around my waist confusing me.

'What hap....oh shit.'

Randy and I were tangled in the sheets, naked, as he had his arms around my waist, pulling me into his chest protectively.

The events of last night began flooding back in flashes, what we did, how it felt, ......how big it was. As if it was happening all over again, my face flushed and my breathing became heavy.

'Shit. Damn my horny ass. I wanted this to be special, not in the spur of the moment.'

That's when the doubt started to creep in.

'I know I confessed, and he seemed to reciprocate, but I did come on strong. Did he just want to get in bed? Were those things he said about me lies?'

"Good morning," Randy smiled in his morning voice, nuzzling his face into my neck.

I snapped out of my thoughts and slightly scooched away, a nervous smile on my face. I glanced over to his nightstand and saw it was 7:30.

"Oh, wow. It's almost time for school. And we gotta drop off Martha, too, right? Better starting getting ready," I said quickly, getting out of the bed and feverishly looking for my clothes.

As I put my bra on, I glanced back at Randy, who was now sitting up on the bed, a sad, and almost hurt, look on his face. But I think he saw me looking and quickly wiped it off.

"Oh, yeah. Let me go wake up Mars," he smiled, throwing on a pair of underwear and sweatpants and walking out the room.

The face he put on was practically transparent, and I felt awful. 

I panicked. I looked like I just wanted an easy fuck.

'Goddamn it, (y/n).'

𝒔 𝒄 𝒓 𝒆 𝒂 𝒎

[fullstcp]

"Girl Of My Dreams" by Fletcher Sentence Starters

20 SOMETHING

"If you wanna see my face again grab some paper and a pen."

"Lately I've been feeling kinda lonely."

"It's kinda like nobody knows me anymore."

"Maybe I've been looking for a stranger."

"Maybe I've been living for the danger of the fall."

"But, oh, aren't we all?

"Everybody says these are the best years of our lives."

"Then why does everyone around me look so lost tonight?"

"With us it's all or nothing."

"Scared of what's next so we keep on running."

"Kiss me, we won't remember."

I THINK I'M GROWING?

"I've traveled so many places in my head."

"So insecure, so quick to fight."

"I didn't know I was so co-dependent."

"I didn't know I had so much resentment."

GIRL OF MY DREAMS

"She/he/they could've been the one."

"Forever only made a couple trips around the sun."

"Tequila doesn't hit no more."

"I got a new rebound."

"I'm falling for me now."

"I'm over being cynical."

SUCKERPUNCH

"I was lost in transit, you found me stranded."

"Guess I didn't know that love could hit me this hard."

BIRTHDAY GIRL

"What you gonna put your lips on now at midnight?"

"Do you think of me?"

"Do you wish you didn't, but you have to?"

"I don't know myself without you and I want to."

"Something can be wrong even if nothing's wrong."

"I know those seem like shitty reasons for calling it off."

"There were so many things I couldn't be for you."

BETTER VERSION

"I was kind, I was warm, I was patient."

"Look at you, you're a star, I'm the reason."

"Honestly, you're new girlfriend/boyfriend should thank me."

"Do you think of me when you fuck her/him/them?"

"It's always the next person that gets the better version."

"I loved you at your worst."

"I fixed your heart, but mine still hurts."

"We were young, we were dumb, we had issues."

"God knows that we tried."

"I did the heavy lifting, but she'll/he'll/they'll get the happy ending."

"Now the credits are rolling, I played my part."

"You were kind, you were warm, you were patient."

"Look at me, I'm a star, you're the reason."

"Now some other person is gonna get the better version of me."

STING

"Do you ever miss me?"

"You chose brand new over history."

"Don't you wish I was your girlfriend/boyfriend still?"

"Don't you wish it worked and we were on again?"

"Why does it sting?"

"Why am I still hung up on things?"

"Are you gonna give that diamond ring that's meant for me to her/him/them?"

"It's all I got left of you and me."

"Do you ever rewind?"

"I've been hurting from the goodbye."

"Feelings, do they ever die?"

"I wish we were on again."

"I still feel you right here every now and then."

"How much longer will it sting?"

"What if we could start clean with no hard feelings between us?"

"What if we could go back and take it all back?"

BECKY'S SO HOT

"Are you in love like we were?"

"If I were you I'd probably keep her/him/them."

CONVERSATIONS

"My head and my heart are at war and I'm stuck in the crossfire."

"I make things complicated."

GUESS WE LIED...

"Here we go again."

"We're not friends, no, we're not lovers."

"You got a new life in just six seasons."

"I only know you in bits and pieces."

"I'm losing my head trying to hold onto something."

"If you're gonna lie, do it in my bed."

"If you're gonna lie to me, make it worth it."

"I guess you didn't tell the truth."

"Just tell me you don't need me."

"Break my heart and make it easy."

"I heard you're better off and you're doing fine."

"I heard that you're in love, good fucking try."

"I know we said forever but I guess we lied."

SERIAL HEARTBREAKER

"I tend to overcomplicate."

"I overlove, I underplay."

"I'm not the best at breaking up."

"A sucker for the fuck me up."

"I like my alone time."

"I want somebody to hold."

"I tend to contradict a lot."

"I love you more, I love you not."

"I hate it when you're there for me."

HER BODY IS BIBLE

"I found God the moment that I put my lips on yours."

"You're so hot, I'm freaking out."

I LOVE YOU, BITCH

"I get lost in the moment."

"I'm constantly dating, cause I crave validation."

"I've confessed to girls and boys and to strangers on the internet."

"I'm kinda impatient."

"I'm fun when I'm wasted."

"I feel things in my bones."

FOR CARI

"Everybody's trying to make me someone else."

"I know sometimes I'm too hard to love."

"I've been drinking, so I'm gonna speak my mind."

"I'll say 'fuck you' to the bad vibes."

"I'm a bad bitch and nothing can scare me."

"Had a lot of feelings but none like this before."

"I am what I am and I ain't nothing more."

"This city's too big for the small things I need."

"I'm done losing sleep over things I can't be."

"I pleased everybody, so this one's for me."

BETTER VERSION (feat Kelsea Ballerini)

"I grew up for our difference in ages."

"I never thought we were subject to changes."

"I did my best to fix it."

"Til death cause then I meant it."