#I'm gonna chew through my table

[iizuumi]

what if i draw them kiss,,,,, what if i don't stop drawing them kiss, what then

[nochepsicodelica]

"All those drinks are gonna do you dirty, ma. You're gonna throw up if you don't get some food in your system, so eat," Toji says, pushing the box closer to you.

You giggle at his serious face, before standing up from your chair for the fourth time, trying to go around him. Toji's used to this by now and stands up, bringing you back down to your chair.

"Stop getting up and eat your food. You literally begged for this. Why aren't you eating it?"

"Why aren't you eating it?" You return, raising your brows at him, seductively. It doesn't come off too sexy when raising your eyebrows makes you immediately squint because of the light going into your sensitive eyes, but it does lure a chuckle out of Toji.

"I'm ignoring that. Just eat. I don't wanna hear you upchucking in a couple hours."

"You won't hold my hair back?" You pout. Your feigned little flash of sadness produces real tears in this state, so it's a little confusing for Toji when you start giggling while wiping at your reddened cheeks.

"Your food's getting cold. I know how you are about reheating fast food, so eat it before it goes to waste."

You smile at him, your eyelids almost completely shut in your drunken daze. Toji can't even lie, it's cute. It's the only reason he's not up the wall about this little situation. Then you decide to drop a bomb on him.

"I'm not hungry anymore. Too tired to eat." You rest your chin on your palm, shutting your eyes. It feels nice. It would take less than thirty seconds for you to fall asleep.

Fuck. Think, think, think...

"Hey." Toji pokes your forehead, lightly, earning a hum and a furrow of your brows. "What if I feed you?"

You laugh, giddily. "Ooo, you trying to romance me?"

"Sure, if you eat."

You laugh again. "Toji, you dog, you. I'm not putting out." You shake your head, eyes closed with a dumb grin on your face. "No, sir. It's food and then goodnight for me."

"You already put out for me, earlier, doll." He smirks at the way you blush, clearly having an 'oh, yeah...' moment. "Eat some more so we can go to sleep."

"Hm?" You hum, rolling your eyes open after your blink of sleep. You crack a grin as soon as you look at Toji. "You wanna kiss me sooo bad. Look at you."

"I'm not gonna kiss you. You're not listening. You think you deserve kisses for that?"

"Uh... yes? I mean no. Pshhh, nooo. Of course, not."

"That's right. So eat, or you'll go to sleep without kisses, tonight."

"Noooo," you whine, dramatically. "Wait! Fine, fine. Look." You take a huge bite of your sandwich, your cheeks puffing up as you chew. "Oh, this is really good," you say, muffled by your mouthful of food.

"Don't choke, doll. Small bites are fine," he says, picking up a napkin and wiping the excess condiments off your face.

You push through it and gulp down the bite. "That was a lot. Got bread stuck on the roof of my mouth." You take a sip of your drink to wash it all down. "Did I look so pretty for the party, today?" You ask, your lips curling as you put the cup back down.

"You did, mama. Stunning. Swept everyone there, off their feet."

You smile, the gesture transitioning into a giggle. "Even Shiu?"

"Yup. Even Shiu said he wanted a piece of you."

You gasp. "No... Did you fight him?"

"Nah, I wanted to, but I kept my cool. If he had put his hands on you, then I might have, but I had my eye on you all night, to make sure nobody did more than look at you."

"I wouldn't have followed him anywhere, anyway." You roll your eyes, suddenly so hostile against the host of the party. "Probably would've kicked him in the nuts and gone to find you."

"Yeah, that's a smart idea, doll."

Toji's elaborate answers to your questions kept you awake long enough for you to mindlessly eat while he talked. You were at the end of the sandwich when you realized how much you had eaten and how full you were.

"Can't... do it..." You groan, lying on the arm you have extended on the table. "Too full." You sigh, heavily, setting the rest of the sandwich down on the scattered fries in its box.

"That's good, ma. You don't have to eat it, anymore. We can go to bed, now."

You let out another heavy sigh, sluggishness washing over you before you force yourself to stand up from your chair, this time with Toji's 'okay'. He looks at your little belly as it protrudes from your dress, proof of how full you actually are, and pokes at it. Your usually soft tummy is temporarily stiff and it's adorable.

You grab Toji's hand so that you don't stumble as you walk. Before leaving the table, he finished the remainder of your sandwich in one bite and threw out the container with the remaining cold fries.

"Damn, you were right, baby. That was good."

"Mhm," you mumble, waiting for him to lead you to the room.

Toji helped you brush your teeth and wash your face, and when you finally made it to the room, he helped you dress down into comfier clothes. Now, you're in bed together and you're in his arms trying to doze off, but you can't with the way he's smothering your face with kisses. It's just kiss after kiss with him and you can't focus, but it is what you wanted. After all, you stuffed your face for this.

[leeechin]

(ꗃ) dangling charms [nerd sunghoon] ! (mdni)

⋆ in which you test the limits of the cute quiet dork that sat nearby you and your friend during lunch. but what you didn't expect, was to see a whole new side of this quiet dork, in his bed.

⌗ warnings & content: college au! sunghoon and jay are such losers in this oh my god. but i love it. nerd!sunghoon x fem!reader, backshots hehehe, protected sex (cheering) bigdick!hoon, oral (m.rec), fingering, praise, dom!hoon, etc. a lot of kaomojis when reader texts hoon, deal with it lol. early 2010s kind of au as well.

(lee's note: on that nerd sunghoon agenda :p i skimmed through this, not throughly proofread so lmk if you see any errors :D hope u guys enjoy i'm nerv abt this one.) reqs r open don't be afraid !! just read my guidelines first :3

word count: 3.0k

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"i love you y/n, but i don't think it is genuinely possible to even get him within the same vicinity of you that is not on campus.." gaeul comments, taking a sip of her drink.

you sigh in response, not bothering to hide the fact that you're eyeing park sunghoon, the cute quiet nerd you sat a couple seats away in your econ class. also, a couple tables away where you and gaeul were sitting at in the campus' dining hall. "what if i just asked him to tutor me—? it would benefit me and get me close to him."

"do you realize how crazy you sound right now?!" gaeul chokes, voice a little too loud causing the surrounding tables by the two of you to give a look.

"then i'm insane because i'm gonna ask him to tutor me right now—!" you exclaim, grabbing a piece of gum from the pack that was on the table, unwrapping the foil and popping it into your mouth. gaeul hypes you up, giving you a small applause in which you both giggle.

approaching his table, you felt a nervous tinge in your chest, choosing to ignore that feeling, you strut with confidence, stopping until you're standing directly in front of sunghoon. he looks up with an eyebrow raised, shutting off his laptop that he was doing an assignment on. "can i help you—?" loud smacks of you chewing the gum obnoxiously filled the awkward silence between the two of you, but you smile at him. "park sunghoon right?"

he nods, face still filled with confusion as to why such a pretty girl is at the table he occupied by himself on most days. "you have the best marks in our econ class.. and i was wondering if you could help me revise this paper i failed in that class.." you sheepishly asked, hand scratching the side of your head as you await a response.

"sure i can." sunghoon's response is short and quick, tapping his ipod that was connected with his wired headphones on his lap, waiting for you to say something. "great—! you should write your contact information for me down!" you beam. pulling out of your arm bag a mini notepad and pen, handing it to sunghoon. he takes a quick look at the character charm that dangled on a beaded string on your pen, laughing to himself in his head at how cute and amusing you were. carefully examining what he wrote before handing it back to you, sunghoon gives a small smile in return as well.

you thank sunghoon and practically skip back to your table, gaeul looking in shock as you hold up the once empty page of your notepad, filled with his contact info.

sunghoon's enjoying a peaceful dinner with his roommate when he hears a ding! from his phone. "this is the first time i've ever heard your phone during dinner." jongseong comments, stuffing his mouth full of instant ramen. "it's probably a scam or—" sunghoon remembers you asking him to tutor you. he scrambles to grab his phone, flipping it open to read your message.

"surely a scammer alright." jongseong sarcastically retorts. "shut up jay!" sunghoon yells flustered, reading the strings of messages you left to him.

(xxx) (xxx) (xxxx):

heyyyy :p it's y/n :3

turned out the deadline professor jung gave me to revise this paper in a few days (¬_¬)

soooo i was wondering if we could meet up in a couple hours ^_^ or we could do tmr cuz it’s a weekend and ur probably free ♪( ´θ｀)ノ

—

you weren't wrong.. but ouch that kinda gave sunghoon a realization that he really doesn't do anything besides studying 24/7 and being a dork with jongseong.

"no way.. you're texting a girl—!" jongseong gapes, peeking over sunghoon shoulder's to read his inbox.

"god we really are such womanless losers." sunghoon shakes his head, clicking his keyboard to respond to you.

—

(:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅) your pov ⋆ ࣪.

[hoonie ! ٩( ᐛ )و_^]

Hello Y/n

Yes. I could meet with you in a couple of hours

Your place or mine?

[you]

my roommates have company over (-.-;)y-~~~

is ur place okay ?? :D

[hoonie ! ٩( ᐛ )و_^]

Yeah, that's fine with me

My roommate is home too, but don't worry, Jongseong is very quiet

My address is: ________ 8:00 just to confirm with you.

[you]

yayyyyy ok (^｡^) c u in a couple !

thx hoonie once again !! i rlly owe u 4 this (*´∀｀*)

—

you're kicking your feet up and down after confirming your plans with sunghoon, flipping your phone shut. you call for gaeul outside of the hall to tell her the news and to help you pick a outfit.. hopefully not overdoing it.

touching up your lipgloss and twirling yourself in front of your mirror to finalize your look, you're more than ready.

"don't get him too flustered y/n.. he's probably never felt the touch of a woman." gaeul warns, handing you your keys. oh how gaeul was so wrong about sunghoon..

you knock on sunghoon's door, swinging open to meet eyes with his roommate, jongseong. he stares at you in disbelief not thinking that the plans in sunghoon's inbox would actually happen. "hi! i'm y/n, is sunghoon here—?"

"no fucking way." jongseong comments, completely ignoring your question. his eyes are opened wide like saucers and all you could do it at the door step is fiddle with the bottom hem of your short pink skirt and wait.

"is she already here jay— oh. hello y/n." sunghoon sees you up close, once again. he kind of already knew you were on the way when he heard the dangling charms on your arm bag down the hall as you took your steps closer to his front door. and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't attracted to you. "hi hoonie—!" you smile over at the door frame, looking over jongseong's shoulder. god that new nickname made him want to drop at his knees.

"s—sorry! i should've let you in since i've opened the door—!" jongseong stutters. you throw your manicured hand out, brushing it off. "oh it's okay jay. do you guys have any drinks—? not alcoholic or anything." you self invite yourself to open their fridge that was in the kitchen right by their entry. "um y/n." sunghoon mumbles, "hmm—?"

"please take off your shoes.." right. feeling slightly embarrassed, you say a quick apology and kick off your shoes, leaving them on the shoe mat. "don't worry about it." sunghoon reassured. walking back into the kitchen, you examine their fridge, wow. they really had a lot of choices, and a lot of food from packaged from the local convenience store. but enough of that, you settle with a strawberry milk cart and shut the fridge door.

"sooooo where are we gonna study—?" you turn to sunghoon, sipping your drink and awaiting a response. "in my room.. jay is playing a very important match of star craft in the the living room." sheepishly rubbing his head and gesturing to jay sitting on the couch, that had his eyes glued to the tv monitor as he started the game.

"okay-!" you say, following sunghoon into his room. you notice the lack of decorations, only a couple of figurines on his shelves, mainly filled with textbooks. "you sure do have a lot of dangling charms." sunghoon comments, scanning your arm bag and your phone charm.

"is it a problem—?" your eyebrows raises, eyes following sunghoon direction to your bag. "no no no! not at all, it was just an observation—!" quick to deny with no doubt.

you grin, only seeing how long it would until sunghoon gives in to your charm.

"so for this problem you can—" you interrupt sunghoon, "can we take a break?" he blinks in response, "sorry hoon i interrupted you—" "don't worry y/n. and yeah, we can take a break." your lips stretch into a little grin, getting up from where you and sunghoon were both sitting on the end of his bed, littered with papers and textbooks.

you go to his desk where you left your bag, bending over to grab a a container of green grapes. you purposely take a long time searching your bag and giving sunghoon the view of a lifetime; your mini skirt showing your little lace panties that hugged your chubby folds. sunghoon bits his lips to suppress a groan, feeling his erection growing.

sunghoon grabs a pillow to place over his lap, in hopes of his bulge would go down. you smirk to yourself, knowing that sunghoon has had more than enough time to see what was under your miniskirt. "want a grape hoonie—?" you offer, plopping yourself beside sunghoon on the end of his bed again. sunghoon nods his head.

holding out your container for him, sunghoon grabs a small handful of grapes, the both of you guys eating in silence. and you don't know what possessed you, but after the container was emptied, you lifted the pillow that was on his lap. and there behold; his boner.

he scrambles to grab the pillow again, but you grab at his wrist with your smaller hand. god did you just the veins and how thick his digits were. "y/n i'm sorry i—" sunghoon panics to find a choice of words, lucky for him, you interrupt. "you're rock hard hoonie.. because of me?"

"mmph. fuck. yeah." sunghoon groans, seeing you climb over his lap and straddle him. "let me take care of your little problem down there for you hoonie.." you offer.

"oh my god hoonie—! right there!" you moan, body perched against his bigger frame as he's stuffed two fingers deep in your sopping cunt, your panties being hooked to the side. "clenching around my fingers so tight, fuck. i knew this was planned from the start." he grunts in response, scissoring and twisting his digits.

it was so messy. you were a crying, sobbing, mess from the pleasure of sunghoon's digits hitting you so deep, reaching places you could never with your measly little hands. and never did you expect this from sunghoon..

you expected sunghoon to be a nervous, stuttering mess, but instead he was calm and collected, the one that was in control and power of letting you cum.

sunghoon's free hand was under your low-cut baby tee, grasping at your juicy tits that spilled out of your bra, taking his hand out from underneath your shirt and tugging it off and over your head, effortlessly unhooking your bra alongside it. fat tears rolling down your cheeks, smudging your eye makeup as you feel sunghoon speed the pace of his fingers, making you see stars and have you completely ruined at his mercy. breath hitching when you feel the coil in your stomach about to snap.

"just hold it out a bit longer for me, okay—?" he coos at you, tucking the strands of hair that draped over your eyes behind your ears. "hoonie please! s' so good." you babble, hands tugging at the collar of his shirt. you stretched it out so much that his collarbone showed.

a bead of sweat trickles down your forehead when sunghoon grants you permission to let go, spongy walls spasming around his digits as you crash forward and land your face against his chest. "that's it. did so well for me." sunghoon hums in satisfaction, licking your sweet release off his fingers and rubbing the side of your hips affectionately, pulling your panties back in place. you frown at sunghoon, hoping he wasn't done.

"i still haven't taken care of your problem down there.."

shuffling off his lap on the bed, you scramble and drop down to your knees; heels of your feet hitting against the plush skin of your ass. eyes looking up to sunghoon, awaiting. "shiiit, you're so pretty." he groans, seating himself up and off the edge of his bed.

looking down at you with your begging eyes that were inviting him to ruin you. and boy were you going to have such a story for gaeul when you get back home. "hoonie.. fuck my mouth?" you ask, hand reaching down to rub at your neglected clit. and who was he to refuse you, especially when you said please. pulling down his sweatpants along with his boxers, sunghoon is much much bigger than what you initially expected.

"oh…" your jaw almost dropping, but you contain yourself to just gulping nervously. "not big enough for you—?" he teases, hand coming down to grasp his length and pump himself as he waits for you put your mouth on him. "no.. you're too fucking big hoon. you're gonna destroy me." you rasp out, watching him take his hand off himself and replacing it with your own, making sunghoon hiss at the contact. he chuckles at your response, "we'll make it fit, don't worry— fuck—!" he moans, breath hitching when you try to take as much of his inches into your mouth, choking at about halfway. you look up, pleading for him to help you out. and so he did. hand grabbing at a chunk of your hair to create a makeshift ponytail and push his hips forward with a few experimental thrusts.

you didn't show him any signs of stopping, so sunghoon continued. he lets out a long groan feeling his tip his the back of your throat, along with the sensations of your harsh sucks. you moan around his thickness at the slight of his thick framed glasses fogging up with his heavy pants. your hands that were placed on on his thighs tapping twice to let you breathe in which he immediately pulled off of you. sunghoon holds his hand out for you grab and pull you up, wiping the saliva that was dribbling down the sides of your lips. "okay—?"

"s' okay." you giggled reassuringly, sunghoon smiles and places a kiss on your lips, and you could taste yourself from your previous orgasm from earlier against him. "think you can handle more..?" sunghoon asks with an eyebrow raised. "yeah. i want you to fuck me." you shrug, pushing him backwards so that he sat on his bed, initiating that you were gonna ride him, but no no no.

sunghoon manhandles you until your flat on your stomach. flipping your already hiked skirt up, not making much of a difference, kneading at the soft flesh of your pantie clad ass as you arch your back, wiggling yourself back at him for more. "so wet for me jesus." he grunts, pulling your now ruined paired down and over your ankles, tossing it somewhere in his room. he pulls his own shirt over his head and you oogle at his toned body, sunghoon laughs at your expression.

"only for you hoon. please. wanna feel your big dick inside me pleasepleaseplease." you beg, pushing your ass back to him in hopes he wouldn't make you wait any longer. sunghoon didn't, you look over your shoulder to see him reach over his nightstand to grab a condom, taking it out of the wrapper and placing it over him, giving a few experimental tugs before aligning the tip with your entrance. breath ragging as you feel him push in slowly, sunghoon groans alongside with your heavy breaths, the feeling of your walls gripping him so tightly.

if this was what heaven was like, sunghoon wouldn’t ever want to leave that place.

pulling out until only his tip was left in you and plunging forward again, sunghoon finds a pace that has you screaming his name like your life depended on it. "ngh—! hoonie harder—!" you shriek, making sunghoon remember that jongseong was still in the apartment and could probably hear what the two of you have been doing. pushing your head into his pillows, he grunts, speeding up the pace of his thrusts that made pleasure seep throughout your whole body.

"god y/n. your pussy feels so fucking good." sunghoon whispers, the room filling with nothing but the slapping sounds of his hips clashing against your ass. you moan into the pillow sheets, gripping his length like a vice and sunghoon wonders if he could ever feel you around him one day without a condom in the way. his hands grip your hips so hard that you know would leave a mark.

"gonna cum hoon. i need to cum hoonie please." you whimper as you lift your head up from his pillows, sunghoon groans again, his deep strokes hitting every right spot in your body. "let go for me y/n." he says, your body gives out, your whole upper half crashing against the soft material of his mattress as you coat his condom covered dick in your creamy white substance. sunghoon stills his movements, finishing inside the condom before pulling out. taking it off of him and twisting it before tossing it in the mini trash can by his bed.

putting his boxers back on and laying himself beside you. pulling you into an embrace as he put his tshirt over your body. the room is no longer filled with a sexual atmosphere, a piercing silence filling the air.

"we didn't fully revise your paper.." sunghoon speaks up, your head resting against his panting chest. you let out a loud laugh, playfully swatting at his shoulder, "god hoon! you just fucked the living life out of me and your already all books and brains again!" "sorry sorry." he chuckles.

"mm it's okay we can revise it tomorrow." you murmur. "after you let me take you out on a date—?" you nod and place a kiss on his lips in agreement.

"you know sunghoon.. i really didn't expect you'd have it in you.." you whisper, eyes half lidded. "what? you thought i was a whimpering virgin who's never felt the touch of a woman—?"

"that's exactly what i thought."

[jungwnies]

f1 grid | i'm so hungry i could eat a...

୨ৎ : featuring : all drivers on the grid ୨ৎ : synopsis (requested by 🫐) : the tik-tok, "i'm so hungry i could eat a..." trend

୨ৎ : genre : comedy ୨ৎ : word count : 1011

୨ৎ masterlist ୨ৎ 10k event | masterlist ୨ৎ

ᡣ𐭩 a/n : this was so hilarious to write but i had to like deep dive for some of the drivers to make it ... interesting smirk 😼

ʚ・red bull

max verstappen

you bite into your sandwich, chew for a second, then sigh. “i’m so hungry i could eat daniil kvyat.”

max freezes mid-sip. his eyes slowly lift to meet yours with the full force of “what the actual fuck.”

he doesn’t say anything. just shifts slightly, pulling his plate closer like you might lunge across the table. two hours later he casually asks if you’ve been watching cannibal documentaries again.

yuki tsunoda

you flop onto the couch, stomach growling, and groan, “ugh, i’m starving. i could eat kazuto kotaka.”

yuki chokes on the chip he was halfway through. “what?!? you can’t just say that about my friends!”

he looks both offended and mildly scared, texting kazuto immediately: “don’t come over. she’s feral.”

ʚ・mercedes

george russell

you yawn dramatically while stabbing your salad, then say, “i’m so hungry i could eat alex albon.”

george blinks slowly, like his soul left his body. “i—sorry, what did you just say?”

he stares at you for a solid ten seconds, then opens a notes app and types “watch out for her” with no further context.

kimi antonelli

you toss a fork into the sink and mutter under your breath, “i’m starving. could eat ollie bearman honestly.”

kimi’s entire head whips around. “i’m—huh???”

his ears go bright red. he starts stammering something about context and friendship and legality. leaves the room muttering, “what the hell is wrong with her,” but returns ten minutes later with snacks “just in case.”

ʚ・ferrari

charles leclerc

you’re scrolling on your phone while eating cereal and casually say, “i could eat leo, he looks so soft.”

charles gasps so dramatically you think he’s joking—he’s not. “mon mon chat?? are you insane?? he is baby!!”

he picks leo up protectively and cradles him like you just declared war.

lewis hamilton

you lounge back on the couch and go, “ugh, i’m so hungry i could eat nicole scherzinger.”

lewis pauses mid-sip and just… raises an eyebrow. “so we’re just gonna say things like that now?”

he takes a beat. “honestly… i don’t blame you.”

ʚ・mclaren

lando norris

you toss a piece of popcorn in your mouth, sigh dramatically, and say, “i’m so hungry i could eat luisinha.”

lando drops his controller mid-race. “what?” he looks personally attacked. pulls a pillow into his lap like it’s a safety barrier.

“why are you being like this??” he asks, jokingly.

oscar piastri

you’re doing absolutely nothing, just scrolling on your phone when you go, “i'm so hungry i could eat hattie.”

oscar slowly turns toward you. “that’s… my sister.” he doesn't yell. he doesn't flinch. he just stares at you like you told him the sky is green. "surely you mean to say, 'patty' right?"

you laugh, "like a krabby patty? no, i meant hattie,."

ʚ・aston martin

fernando alonso

you sigh dramatically while picking through takeout, then go, “honestly? i’m so hungry i could eat taylor swift.”

fernando doesn’t even look up. “i beg your pardon.”

you blink. “…i'm just hungry...?”

he shrugs. “she’s powerful. that’s a strong protein source.”

lance stroll

you kick your feet up on the ottoman and mutter, “i could eat lawrence, honestly.”

lance turns so slowly it’s creepy. “my dad?” he doesn’t yell, just looks deeply unsettled. “what if he hears you, he might have you eaten?”

ʚ・williams

alex albon

you curl up beside him, all cozy, then whisper, “i’m so hungry i could eat bitbit.”

alex pulls back like you slapped him. “what the actual fuck did you just say??”

he’s already scooping bitbit into his arms. “you need to leave. i’m reporting you.”

carlos sainz

you’re peeling an orange and casually go, “i could eat isa hernáez, tbh.”

carlos chokes hard on his juice. he starts waving his hands like he's trying to reboot his own brain. “no no no. not this. not today.”

he walks out of the room mumbling “dios mío…” and comes back five minutes later with bread and zero explanation.

ʚ・haas

ollie bearman

you hum while scrolling, then casually go, “i’m so hungry i could eat kimi antonelli.”

ollie blinks. hard. “…like…why him?” immediately becomes suspicious of every time you’ve smiled at kimi.

he spirals for a full hour before asking, “wait… was that like a flirty hungry or a murdery hungry?”

esteban ocon

you stir your tea and murmur, “mmm, max verstappen sounds filling.”

esteban doesn’t look up. doesn’t breathe. doesn’t blink. “of course,” he says dryly, “we’re just devouring championship rivals now.”

your tea mysteriously disappears from the counter.

ʚ・racing bulls

liam lawson

you're laid out across the bed like a victorian widow and whisper, “i could eat yuki tsunoda.”

liam doesn’t flinch. he just sighs. “same, honestly.” pauses.

“…wait, what kind of eat are we talking about here?”

isack hadjar

you're giggling to yourself while reheating leftovers and casually say, “i’m so hungry i could eat… ze car.”

isack turns so fast his shoulder cracks. “i hate you so much.”

when you bust out laughing, he goes pale. “i am never going to live that down, am i?”

ʚ・alpine

pierre gasly

you spin around dramatically in the kitchen and declare, “i could eat simba.”

pierre gasps so loud it echoes. “mon chien???” grabs simba and cradles him like he’s just intercepted an assassination attempt.

refuses to let you hold the dog for the rest of the day.

franco colapinto

you sigh mid-bite of your sandwich and mutter, “i could eat javier milei.”

franco just stares at you. like a mix of concern, existential dread, and the weight of the argentine government crashing down on him. “…why would you say that, what if he's listening?” he whispers.

ʚ・kick sauber

nico hulkenberg

you're chewing on a breadstick and shrug, “i could eat kevin magnussen.”

nico doesn’t blink. doesn’t flinch. “get in line.”

he keeps chewing. you’re not sure if he’s serious. you don’t ask.

gabriel bortoleto

you’re giggling to yourself while setting the table, and blurt out, “i could eat isack hadjar.”

gabriel short-circuits. he stares at the salad you made like it might be laced with something. “you worry me.”

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[ddejavvu]

mean logan notices her casually chewing gum while having sex & he sternly grabs the back of her neck and demands she spit it out onto his hand. Grumbling smthing abt choking (even though he totally doesn’t care & is so mean

😣😉)

anon this was CRAZY. this post is 18+, minors dni.

You hadn't thought about the piece of mint gum still being mashed between your teeth, the motion of chewing second nature at this point as the flavor is half-gone. Your rhythmic chewing becomes staccato and choppy as Logan makes short work of your desperate cunt, but a particularly loud smack of the gum in your mouth makes his eyes narrow, snapping to your face.

You're on his lap which gives him the perfect opportunity to clamp a hand around the back of your neck and bend your head down. His hips barely slow, still pumping with superhuman strength, but his hands are occupied now and no longer lift your hips. It means your cunt is being battered by his cock that barely unsheathes, your weight falling with his every time he lowers his hips. It's a squirmy sensation, one of pressure and tightness as you try lifting your own hips to fend off his rough treatment. You whine at the sudden jerk of your head as you're shoved downwards, nearly smacking your face into Logan's other hand that's now hovering beneath your chin.

"Spit it out." He drawls gruffly, palm open in waiting.

"What?"

"Your gum. What is this, a fuckin' baseball game? Spit that shit out when I'm fucking you."

You consider protesting, my gum! but decide against it, unable to offer anything more than a weak whimper as you push the gum out of your mouth with your tongue and let it fall into his waiting palm. It looks obscene there, not sultry just gross, but he discards it on a stray tissue on your bedside table.

"Do you go stupid the second you see me naked? You were gonna choke on that," Logan lectures you, tone unimpressed as he clamps his hands over your hips again, letting up on your now-sore neck.

"I wasn't gonna choke!" You whine uselessly, and Logan's brow raises in skepticism.

"Really?"

"Really. It's- it's just gum." You mumble feebly, "I'm not a baby. I won't choke on it."

He lifts your hips so that you're pulled briefly off of his cock, and you're somewhat surprised he hasn't risen to your bait and began bickering with you. He often has the last word, and you feel delightfully victorious.

Then he slams you back down onto his cock, pulling instead of letting gravity help you, and a gasp rips through your throat so viciously that you're sure you've choked on the mere emptiness of your throat.

"Really? You're not gonna choke, it's just gum." Logan snarls, a now-merciless pace set as he reminds you that the last word will never be yours, "I know you. I've watched you gag on my dick a thousand times over. I've watched you gasp for breath after two minutes. If I say you're gonna choke, baby, you're gonna choke."

[k-hotchoisan]

sticky web

<yunho x fem!reader>

when the Spiderman movie night with Yunho has its sticky complications because you're in a spider suit for him.

warnings: smut, pwp, suit fetish (kinda), reader is in a skin-tight venom suit, blow jobs, getting your lil suit dirty, unprotected sex, Spiderman movies and chill, Yunho fucking you through the suit, breeding kink

w/c: 2K

a/n: i'm posting this to appease my lovely readers (y'all) while I work thru your wonderful requests and my shitty writer's block )-: pls take this peace offering! <3 you know i love you guys sm 🩷 (also if you're wondering, spidey isn't my fav superhero but Dr Oct is one of my fav villains!!)

“You're really gonna get him fucked up when he sees you in this”, your friend teases, zipping your body con suit up. “His own girlfriend? Dressing up in a venom suit?”  

You roll your eyes playfully. “It's a reminder that I'll be his little Symbiote.” 

You look over to the mirror, feeling slightly subconscious at how much the suit is just hugging your curves despite how impressively breathable it was. And the reminder that you weren't wearing it out, at least for now, comforted you, mostly because, well, you weren't really wearing anything underneath this body hugging attire.

You had invited Yunho over for a Spiderman movie marathon to spend the Friday night, and the way his eyes lit up when you did? It's the cutest thing ever. You did your best to boost the ambiance too–dying the popcorn with red and blue sugar dyes, making spider web and spider-shaped cookies alongside some crystal candy that fit the theme for that extra crunch.

The doorbell rings, and you jump immediately to answer it when your phone reflects the text of Yunho mentioning that he's reached. 

Unfortunately, you did severely underestimate the effect it had on Yunho, because the moment you opened the door, Yunho definitely got distracted, evident by the reddening of his ears when his gaze rests on your cute little costume. 

You did tell Yunho to come in costume too, and he definitely did–in a red and blue spiderman patterned hoodie and red shorts. 

“What? Don't you like my costume?” You poke for an answer, giving Yunho a full spin, missing the way Yunho swallowing hard, trying not to eye fuck you. 

“You're… definitely dressed for the part”, Yunho manages out, his slender fingers covering his lips and nose, hoping you don't realise that he's growing as red as his hoodie.

He watches the material hugging your body tug and fit you just right, pulling at just the right places corresponding to your movements, and his feels his fingers twitch. 

Yunho turns away, his attention on the assortment of food presented on the table. 

“Red and blue popcorn?” He questions with a raised eyebrow as he settles onto the couch.

“It's just sugar dye”, you assure, sliding next to him, picking up a kernel, pressing it against his lips, your other hand mimicking the same action but to your own lips. Yunho smiles as he chews, the sweetness spreading all over his taste buds. 

“What should we watch first? Should we start all the way from the first Spiderman movie?” You suggest flickering through all the Spiderman movies back to the first. Yunho nods in agreement, stuffing his mouth with a couple more colourful popcorn. Pressing play, you absentmindedly huddle yourself against your partner, not that he minded, and Yunho lets his hands curl around your waist. 

Yunho is engrossed in the first thirty minutes of the movie, periodically munching on the snacks as the flick plays. 

You're leaning lazily against his arm, letting Yunho feed you from time to time, mostly because you didn't want to get your costume dirty. 

He blinks, wondering if he saw wrongly–your nipples poking through the fabric.

You're not wearing a bra underneath or anything?

Yunho shakes the thought off, trying to focus on the movie. Unfortunately his peripherals can't help but betray him, ever so slightly always trailing back to you. 

You look up at him from below, and point to the popcorn. 

“Yu, I want one more”, you request. Of course your boyfriend would feed you another one. When his fingers linger a little too long on your lips, you realise that his eyes aren't on the screen. 

He's staring at you. 

“Someone’s distracted”, you point out with a smirk.

You straddle his lap. 

The movie is paused.

Yunho’s hands are running up your body, and even though it's separated by a layer of fabric, his touches give you goosebumps.

“I can't concentrate when you're looking like this”, he mutters to your lips, and you feel his palm grab a handful of your ass. 

“Then concentrate on this”, you redirect, pulling him into a dizzy kiss–one that's just filled with moans and teasing. The both of you taste sweet, thanks to the popcorn.

 You're rubbing against his erection while he dry fucks you, and you're both not lasting long. 

You climb off him and sink to face his thick erection. Soft sighs as vibrations through the fabric of his shorts make Yunho shiver too. You palm his little problem, and hearing him groan while spreading his legs open is enough to make you clench your thighs. 

Pulling his shorts down, your heartbeat accelerates at his fucking length–precum trickling down his bare cock, veins so thick and prominent.

Your tongue travels up his thick length, and your mind almost go dumb when you feel Yunho’s fingers tug against your scalp. You look up at him through your lashes, visually savouring the way he's getting undone with your lips around his cock, in his favourite costume. Yunho wants you to just choke you on his dick, maybe get his cum dripping down your tits on the tight fabric. 

He only grows bigger in your mouth at the perverted thought and the way your eyes are slowly watering from his dick reaching to the back of your throat? He's not lasting long.

“Shit, that feels so fucking good”, Yunho groans, throwing his head back, pushing your head deeper, enjoying the sick sounds of you choking. Your mind is flooded with how good Yunho feels and fills your mouth, and it’s making you soak through your costume. 

Yunho groans with every squeeze your throat gives him, pushing himself to hit the back of your throat.

“Gonna cum in your tight pretty mouth. You're gonna swallow it all, yeah?”

You nod quickly, trying to keep up the pace of him fucking your mouth. With a strained groan, his cock pulses in your mouth, warm cum seeping through, and it makes your mind so dizzy. 

“Open”, he instructs, and you do, letting some of cum sleep past the corner of your lips and down your throat, then down onto your tits. 

Yunho is getting harder.

Yunho grabs you and throws you over his shoulder, leaving you surprised, and he marches into your bedroom, then drops you onto your bed. 

“Yunho-” you squeal when you feel his fingers press against the soaked fabric hiding your pussy. 

“It's in the way, don't you think?” He asks rhetorically, eyeing the way the damp patch grows bigger when he massages it against your sticky folds, making you bite your lip. Of course you're not wearing any fucking underwear. Yunho should have realised. 

Unfortunately, Yunho doesn't have the patience to take his sweet time to look for the zipper, so he does the more sensible thing–ripping a fucking hole at where your pussy is. 

You blink in shock.

Shit, he really ripped a fucking hole down there. 

You furrow your eyebrows. 

“Yunho! This wasn't cheap!” You pout, closing your legs in protest with much futile effort, considering his arms are keeping them open.

He looks at you with indifference. “Then I'll get you a new one. Promise.”

Yunho grabs your thighs and drags you closer to him. His cum on his dick dribbles onto the suit, and Yunho smears it further, sliding his cock down, pressing it up against your creamy and puffy folds, with almost little to no friction. 

“I was thinking of how far I can ruin this suit anyway.”

He swears he's fucking blessed–his gorgeous partner making such an adorable movie date night of his favourite character, dressing up for the occasion, and letting him fuck her dumb in this cute spider suit? He couldn't ask for more.

Your eyes slowly roll back when you feel Yunho’s cock push into your warm pussy, filling you up almost instantly. You hiss softly at the pressure, feeling your tight walls trying to accommodate him. 

“So warm. Oh, fuck,” Yunho groans, already losing himself in your heat. He’s gotten a little more sensitive but he's gonna make it last as much as he can.

There's something so perverted that Yunho enjoys so much–fucking you fully clothed like this. He realises it gets him off so fast. He watches hungrily–the way your tits bounce under the suit when he thrusts deep into you, and how it's as if he's fucking you through the thin suit. His fingers trail up to your tits, and his thumb brushes against your bare nipples that harden under the fabric, throwing you into an additional layer of pleasure.

“Have I told you that you look fucking delicious in this? The Symbiote suits you so well.” 

It's hard to formulate an answer when your boyfriend is fucking your brains out like this, but you know he doesn't mind the silence and the broken moans–it’s your answer.

A couple more heavy thrusts into you, the wet sounds accompanying your sobs before he instructs you to turn around for him.

You go on fours, and Yunho wastes little time to pin your head down onto the mattress by your neck before he fits in wet dick right into you again.

His free hand wanders across your ass, then he gives it a tight slap, making you squeal and tighten on him.

You're clawing the sheets, the pleasure filling you up and you can't concentrate on anything else other than Yunho’s cock filling in and out of you, hitting your sweet spots over and over again. You've surely soiled the costume to hell, but honestly, at least Yunho was making full use of it. 

“So good”, you mutter, your pussy clamping down on the feeling of Yunho stretching you out with his fingers pressing the sides of your throat. You swear you were drooling.

“Is it?” Another heavy thrust. 

Oh shit, you're not sure how much more you could handle. And it seems that Yunho is in a similar situation–his thrusts are getting heavier and sloppier. His mind is in the gutter now, especially when he's forced to watch your pussy leak sticky cream down your folds and stain your inner thighs, mixed with his cum. 

“Cumming-” you cry, your legs shaking. “So good. Can't think-”

“Make a mess for me, babe”, Yunho chuckles, his palm stroking your ass, grabbing a handful before he fucks himself deep once more.

Your mind melts with your orgasm hitting you in waves, your pussy convulsing uncontrollably on his dick, your moans forming a melody for his ears, and it pushes him far enough to make a mess in you, thick and warm cum filling you up that you’re forced to take. You hear him curse and groan behind you, and you drop your hips onto the bed, his cock popping out of you, completely covered in a glisten of cum, some still seeping out from his cock head.

He tugs your ruined folds open, watching his thick cum leak out of your spent hole, dripping onto your thighs, soaked up by the suit. Yunho takes in the sight of you panting, with probably more than half of the suit soiled with fluids, and your pussy, other than your face, both uncovered and in a complete mess. 

Fuck, he just might get hard again. 

“Yunho, this isn't a good idea–fuck”, you whimper, completely losing yourself to him once more. 

Yunho had washed you up a little after that, and he wouldn't let you take off the suit, at least, not yet. You thought finally, maybe you and him could actually watch a Spiderman movie or two, but when Yunho pulled you onto his lap, you knew that plan was out of the window considering that he got hard again, and had you seated right on his cock. None of you are focusing on the movies. 

“Don't be mad at me, babe. I'm just making sure that I make full use of this movie night you're giving me”.

Another thrust into your spent pussy once more, and your thoughts leave your head. 

He's certain of having you fucked and filled with his sticky web by the end of the first movie, that's for sure.

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[paecifist]

tutor!rin itoshi x fem!reader ✧ swearing, rough unprotected sex, rin lowk toxic

you suck at econ. bad. and apparently, rin itoshi is the only student in your year with high enough marks and a flexible enough schedule to agree to tutor you.

unfortunately, he hates your guts. "try again," rin says, voice flat, tapping the desk with his pen as you squint at the problem set in front of you. "you're not even reading the question right."

"i am," you huff, chewing your pen cap. "it just doesn't make sense."

"because you're thinking with your ego instead of your brain."

you glare at him. "you're kind of an asshole, you know that?"

he doesn't even look at you. "and you're kind of stupid."

your breath catches. you should slap him. kick him out. cancel the tutor lessons. but instead, your thighs press together under the desk. rin notices, of course he does. his eyes drop for a second and that subtle shift in his posture, the way his jaw ticks, you recognize it now. he's trying not to react.

so you smirk, and lean forward just a little too far, breasts pressing against the edge of the table. "maybe if you weren't so mean, i'd be better at this." he looks up slowly, his gaze dragging over your face, then your chest, then your lips. his voice lowers.

"is this what this is`" he murmurs. "you trying to flirt your way through this?"

you blink. "what if i am?"

he drops the pen. the tension snaps like a wire. in one second, rin's out of his chair and shoving everything off the desk with one sweep of his arm. your notes, calculator, laptop, all gone. the next second, he's grabbing your jaw and dragging you into a kiss so rough it knows the breath from your lungs.

"you don't know what you're doing," he says, already hiking up your skirt, yanking your cute panties down. don't fuck with me."

you moan as his fingers slide between your legs, spreading your slick folds, two of them plunging in deep without warning. "fuck- rin-"

"you've been teasing me for week," he mutters, thrusting them hard as he licks into your neck. "the skirts, the fucking lip gloss. sucking pens like you imagine it's my cock."

you try to speak, but all that comes out is a whimper. "and now you're gonna sit on this desk and take it like a good little dumb slut, since that's all you're actually good at."

he pulls his sweats down just enough to free his cock, long, flushed and leaking, and without warning, he presses the tip against your entrance and shoves in all at once. your cry is sharp, needy, head thrown back as your walls clamp down around him.

"fuuuck," rin groans. "tight little cunt. knew it'd be like this." he sets a brutal pace from the start, slamming into you over and over and over, the desk creaking under both of you. one hand grips your throat, not choking, just holding you there. the other wraps around your thigh, yanking you closer.

you're a mess. moaning, clawing at his shoulders, your body jerking with every thrust. "wanted me to fuck you dumb?" he hisses. "that's it? couldn't solve a single fucking problem, but now look at you-"

"i'm trying- fuck- mmh-!"

"you're not, you're just a fucking distraction," he whispers into your ear. "all you ever do is make me think of how good you'd look on your knees-"

"you think 'bout me?"

his grip on your thigh tightens. "all the fucking time."

you sob as he thrusts in deeper, angling just right to hit the spot that makes your eyes roll back. "can't jerk off without thinking of your voice," he mutters. "came to your fucking pic on your instagram once. hated myself for it."

your cunt squeezes around him. "rin- please- i'm close-"

he moans like it hurts. "go on. want this pussy leaking all over my cock."

you fall apart on his dick, clenching around him as you cry out, tears streaking your cheeks as he fucks you through it. your orgasm crashes over you like a wave and rin never stops. "gonna fill you up," he moans. "fuck a baby into you if i have to. mark you from the inside out."

"yes- mmf- please. i wan' it!"

he slams in one last time and holds there, hips grinding against you as he spills inside. his jaw slackens, a moan spilling from his lips as his cum floods your cunt, warmth pooling deep inside. you're both breathing hard, soaked in sweat, his cock still twitching inside of you.

"second round if i answer all the questions right?" you whisper.

he huffs, biting your shoulder. "shut up."

[whore-ibly-hot]

"Just a one time thing... Right?"

Yan!Eltingville Club x Fem!User

18+ Minors DNI

Warnings: Dub-con (reader isn't aware of the sexual attraction to them), masturbation, lewd art, mentions of fatphobia, groping, stealing, sexism, questionable group hierarchy, misogyny, Pete Dinunzio.

AN: I promised Eltingville and I will deliver, even if i usually only do OC stuff. I'm so hot for these dork bitches, especially Pete Dinunzio. He owns. My. Ass. (PS, Eltingville girls please let me into your club, leave some comments because I'm working on characterization and the fics in this community are so good!)🙏

It's yet another argument, the sounds of heated yells and complaints ringing through the wood panneled walls and up the sbasement stairs of the Dickey household, as another meeting of the Eltingville club kicks off. "Don't even think about it." Bill Dickey, infamous narcissistic leader of the Eltingville club for comics, games, and all things nerdy, has started the meeting already pissed off. "Fuck no, we aren't letting some c-chick into our club! A femoid! Are you serious? Just drop it, Pete." He spits, face red and glasses slipping. He adjusts them as the others glance at Pete.

Across Bill's mom's basement, horror expert Pete Dinunzio, clad in his backwards cap and questionably stained 'House of Wax' shirt, rest on a beanbag. Huffing, the black haired man rolls over, glaring. "Come ooooooon, it's not like she's gonna fuck anything up. Just- I don't know, she's showing interest. Check it," he stands up, shoes hitting the dhag carpeting and clapping his hands together like he's gonna give the best social studies presentation of his freakin' life.

"She's showing interest, you see any other girls lining up to join, shit, to even talk to us. Especially not girls with a big fucking rack-" He cackles, raising his hand for a high-five with a quiet Jerry stokes, who is simultaneously red and sheet white, sweating out of nerves.

"Gross man, get a mop!" Pete snickers, pulling his hand away quickly.

"Jerry-" The blonde immediately squeaks at the mention of his name, shifting on the creaky old tweed couch. He had been absorbed in his journal, trying to stay out of the fight. He knew who you were, shit, who in town didn't? You moved down the road a few weeks ago, and seemed genuinely nice. You immediately made friends at the school, kind and outgoing, but not discriminating. You didn't stick to one clique or group, and it didn't help you were smokin' hot. You have math together, and he's falling behind. He can't seem to think around you, his math notes full of doodles of you, slowly turning far to lewd to turn in.

It's then he clears his throat to answer Bill's call out, only noticing that his journal he's been distracting himself is also full of doodles of you. He'd been so zoned out he'd drawn you with elf ears, laid out wearing a fantastical silk robe, but no loincloth-

"Jerry!" Another screech from Bill. "Pay attention, you numbskull! You finally chew your tongue off being a pussy, answer me."

"Sorry, sorry, w-what was the question?" His voice cracks, making Pete and Josh chuckle at the scrawny boy. Bill rolls his eyes, adjusting his glasses as he slams his hand down on the table

"Obviously, you agree we don't need some skank in the club, we don't even know what she's after."

"She's not that bad, actually-" he mumbles, making Bill growls and Pete nod in agreement, snapping and pointing to Jerry. "Exactly, and again, that fuckin' rack-"

"NO GIRLS!" Slamming his fists onto the table, the cheap wood rattles, as does the nearby shelves, causing a picture frame and a few figures to clatter to the ground.

"Geordi!" Josh cries as he goes to nurse the action figure back to 'mint condition' who had lost its visors when it took the plunge onto the rough carpet below. "Bill, this was new-in-box with I got it, what the fuck!"

"Exactly! The femoid isn't here and she's already causing issues. Case closed." The acne-ridden president grins and intertwines his fingers on the table in satisfaction. "I'm glad to hear you agree, and are putting the good name of the Eltingville club over the wants of your shrimp dick, unlike some people-" He glares at Pete, who just flips him off and goes back to reading a 'Gore Four' comic.

"Onto actually important business-"

It isn't until a few days later that you run into Bill, he's looking through the window of the blockbuster in concentration way to deep for any normal person.

"Hey, Bill, right?" You chirp, causing him to jolt, his billfold falling from his yellow overcoat. "Sorry, didn't mean to spook you!" You reach for the leather, only to feel a harsh sting on your hand as he swats you away picks it up, grumbling to himself as he pockets it.

"Right. I guess we do." He looks you over. "Did you need something, or are you just here to bother me?" He sneers.

"Oh, uh, no, just going to rent a movie, wanted to see what you were looking at?"

"Ugh. Nothing you'd be interested in." He turns back, looking at two posters for films avaliable to rent. "If it'll make you fuck off, I'm deciding whether to spend my allowance money on 'Return of the King' or 'Alien'." He explains, waving his wallet in front of you before pocketing it. "Only the best for the club, Pete's been on my ass about Alien, but Jerry cries like a little bitch boy when we watch horror sci-fi."

"Sounds like a tough choice. Uh, I like return of the king though!" She says.

He looks you over, pausing before shaking his head. "Yeah, heh, right. Sure, you've seen any 'Lord of the Rings' film. Listen, you don't have to pretend you know what I'm talking about to continue whatever this is, I'm not buying it." Before you can respond, the sound of a ringtone catches your ear, and Bill reluctantly answers it.

"Hurry up, man, how long does it take to pick out a tape? Josh's lard ass is gonna starve before you get back here and we can eat-" Pete's Italian accent crackles through the speakers, followed by the sound of an open palm smacking the back of his head. "Fuck off, man, I'm messin' around-"

"Knock it off, don't get kicked outta my basement before I get there. I'm on my way." He clicks it shut. He spares you a glance as he walks into the store, anger and tension only fuels when he gets a glimpse of your cleavage. He just clears his throat and turns away.

He settles on 'Alien', because screw Jerry, he wants to end the night off with Sigourney Weaver's jugs still fresh in mind for jerk material. Smacking the tape down, he glares at the usual attendant, who just sighs and gives him a dead eyed stare. "5.72, be kind and rewind-"

"Yeah, yeah. Don't give the spiel, you corporate cronie." Bill hisses, before opening up his wallet and paling. There's nothing but a Star Trek fan club card inside, his money missing. He remembers the fight he'd gotten into with his mom a few nights ago over her throwing out his 'busty babes of Babylon' mag, and gulps. She'd taken back his allowance. "Uh- hold on, hang on-" he's frantic now. "Its gotta be in here somewhere-" the sound of coins and crinkling paper hitting the counter makes him look over.

"I got it!" You say with a smile, about six dollars in bills and loose change. "I mean, you seemed like you put a whole lot of thought into that-"

He's too stunlocked to even speak, both emasculated and embarrassed at his financial situation. The attendant looks you over, then back at Bill. "Are... are you sure?" He asks, snapping Bill out of it.

"Of course she's sure, check out the fucking tape." Bill practically shoves the money towards you. "Corporate cock-sucker can't even do his job." He shakes his head. "What are you getting at, huh? Trying to make me look like some broke scrub or something?!"

"N-no!" You exclaim. "I just wanted to help you out-"

"Yeah right." He snorts and rolls his eyes, crossing his arms. "Listen up, I don't know what you're trying to do but it ends here. I don't do 'debt', so name your price. Settle it."

"Well..." You scuffing your shoe again the blue and yellow blockbuster tile, shrugging. "Maybe since I bought it, I could watch with you guys? Joining a club could be fun, and I've read a few comics and stuff. Plus, I like movies."

Bill goes pale, palms sweaty and eyes wide. "Shit..." he huffs. "No girls, no females in the club, that's our most consistent rule. I don't need you, i don't know, sissying up the place. Something else."

"Cmon, please, no, I won't be weird, just this once!"

"F-fine. But you're not a member!" He says, jabbing a finger against your chest before recoiling it like he was burned. That was about the closest he's ever gotten to a tit, his digital still tingling. It's humiliating. "Just be there, you know where I live." He rushes off, tape held suspiciously low by his crotch.

It's hell. Pure, frozen hell when you arrive. Josh is fidgeting with the deck of Magic he was sorting when you came in, not even making eye contact while he has a panicked, hushed conversation with Bill about how this even happened. He's both extremely suspicious and extremely giddy, whereas Pete is just giddy.

You were so enthralled in looking around the nerd cave, everything from 'Star-Trek Next Gen' posters to scantily clad 'Cat-Woman' figures line the walls and shelves. Good thing you were so focused on it all, it gave Jerry time to scurry over to the bean bag, unzipping it and shoving his journal into the Styrofoam beans in a state of pure panic.

"Hey, hot-stuff! Didn't expect to see you, lookin' fine tonight." Pete calls, hand to his mouth as if amplifying it. You've run into Pete a few times when you were dodging PE behind the bleachers, and he never fails to try and make a move. "Hey, couch is gonna be pretty full with Josh's fat ass, why don't you sit on my lap for the movie, huh? I'll protect you from the Alien, don't even worry bout' it." He winks.

"I'll find room, Pete, but thanks for the offer." You laugh. Plopping down, you set your bag aside and lean over the arm a bit. "Hey, Jerry." You say, before looking away after he refuses to respond, or even make eye contact. "Okay..."

"Why is she here? This has gotta be a prank?" Josh whispers, sweating as he rubs at his forehead. "Whyd you let her come, I-I thought the rule was no girls!"

"It was, i-it is! She's a normie femoid, but my bitch mom took my allowance, she covered so we could watch the movie tonight. Grin and bare it, yeah? I'm sure you can resist from popping a stiffy for at least two hours. And it's not you I'm worried about, it's these idiots." Bill nods over to the clubs resident fantasy nerd, whose taken to lying face, and crotch, down in the bean bag while Pete quizzes you on horror flicks.

It's uneventful, if not for the tension looming in the air between you and the guys. Throughout the evening, Bill tries his best to ignore you, or to shush Josh when he leans over to provide you an awkward fun fact about the films production. Jerry stays quiet, but appreciates how you seem to make him feel better about being scared by the film than dogging on him. "Huh? O-oh, yeah, no, I'm not great with movies like these, but uh-" He'd stammer. "I'm not like a pussy or anything, I've just had an offer day, I'm high stress."

Pete is relishing in it, constantly commenting on the 'alien-fighting hotties' in the film, before making sure you know he doesn't like them as much as you. "Nothing against these babes, you know, but they don't have an ass like yours-"

At the end of the night; when everyone has cleared out, you stop in the door frame, turning to smile. "Thanks a lot for letting me stay and watch, Bill." You say softly. "This was fun."

He's silent, hand gripping the door frame hard enough it might splinter. He'd done you the decency of walking you to the door, to your suprise. "Yeah. We'll, don't expect too much. You're still a normie. Get off my porch, I don't want people thinking we hang out." You just sighs and wave goodnight with a slight grin.

He's angry, he hasn't felt things like this in a long, long time. He shouldn't like you, you're nothing special, you're hot, but just some brainless poser girl from school, probably friends with jocks and cheer-whores. Still, why did his heart leap when you brushed his hand getting popcorn? Why did he want you sitting next to him and not that 'loudmouth perv whose ruining the tension of the scene'.

He finds himself laying on his bed, the squeaky, worn out mattress creaking. He'd lock up the basement and then his door, he's rock hard and is sure it's Ellen Ripley's sheer tank that was doing it for him. He pops the tape in again and puts it on mute to a shot of her running, popping the button on his jeans and sighing as he settles into bed. However, running his hand from base to tip once, then twice, he finds she's not doing it for him. 'Fine,' he thinks. 'Maybe I'm in the mood for blondes'. He grabs the nearest Tasha Yar picture he has, but that's not working either.

Working his fingers around his tip, letting the precum act as a proper lubricant, the image of you in her uniform almost makes him choke. He jolts so hard he almost rips his own dick off. 'Shit-' he thinks, first from shock, then from the implications of the though. "Shit, shit, shit!" He yells allowed, chucking the picture to the wall, erection twitching again at the thought the garnered such shame. It's not like this is anything more than a chubby from a semi-attractive girl! ...Right?

A similar scene is playing out in Josh's room, the meticuloius organizers room looks as though a hurricane has hit, digging through magazines, comics and VHS covers. He's sure he's gotta have an art piece that looks like you, maybe a 'Hottest women of sci-fi' tape, or some scantily clad magic card, shit, he'd settle for a grainy background character on one of his 'Star Trek: Original Series' tapes. Something, anything. "Cmon, cmon-" he's frantic. He's not as ashamed as Bill. Sure, he's ashamed to be jerking it to a girl he was feet away from less than an hour ago, but he isn't ashamed that the girl was you! He can admit you were hot, and pretty nice, even if he didn't fully trust you. I mean, it's not like you're joining the club! ...Right?

Jerry doesn't need to search for material. He's got enough paper with sketches of you to count as an act of deforestation. Its his reluctance to use them that's the issue. He goes home, a beacon of self control. He's only half-hard, and doing rhythmic, calming breaths. 'Gotta put your stuff away, then straight to bed Jerry, cmon.' He thinks to himself. 'No big deal, you got this.' He does get it all out away, his wallet, his new Magic cards he brought to show Josh, and his lucky dice, all accounted for. It's when he sees his journal, which he remembered to retrieve from the beanbag, sitting there. Calling to him like the one ring. Just a peek... He slams it shut and puts in onto his dresser, laying flat on his back and dullg clothed, to afraid to even undress for fear of brushing his cock by accident and blowing the whole facade of control he has. 'Just ignore it's siren song-' the image of you, perched on a rock with a tail and breasts out, calling to him. 'Shit, no sirens, not a siren-' He whimpers. He can't help it, you wouldn't ever find out, and it's just a one time thing! It's probably just a nervous boner anyways. Looking at half-nude art he made of you is just a one time thing. "Ah~ whoo, okay, gonna be quick, mmph, whatnwould you think of this?" He whines, rubbing against the mattress for a bit of hands-off reliefm somehow that made it less bad, right? He's not technically touching himself. Practicing gently kissing his pillow while he strokes it is just him, getting some sensory stimulation! It's normal. And it's not like he's gonna see you much after this! ...Right?

Pete isn't lacking for any material, and isn't held back by shame either. He made sure you were parked on the couch right by him allll night, and every time you got up to use the bathroom, his sticky, popcorn covered hand founds it's way into your purse. That's how he ended up with his yellowed pillow covered in some shitty PINK perfume and some sticky lip gloss smeared on his cheek like you'd kissed him there. He's absolutely wrecking the pillow, in his mind there is no seperation from the fleshlight he constructed out of fabric and stuffing and your smoking body. "You like that, baby?" He mutters lowly, bucking his hips into the pillow like a dog. "Shrimp dick my ass, you can feel that in there, huh? Yeah, I'll make sure hit all the right spots, shit. Get your fuckin' legs round my waist-" he groans.

Coincidentally, after the four have finished their separate sessions, they each receive a short, to the point call from Bill on their landlines, something about the 'financial benefit' of having more member in the club, even if he'd never, ever let a girl in under normal circumstances. But, there's a lot of good stuff coming out lately, and they need as much savings as they can get. He assures them all, "Its purely business, nimrods, I'm not exactly thrilled about it." All three are too worn out to even think about how odd it is to receive a call like that at 1 am...

[dearhargrove]

lucky you

summary you get a new pair of pants, including a little surprise for your boyfriend.

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note yes. reader gets those jeans with the 'lucky you' under the zipper. I've seen them everywhere and I want a pair so I'm writing about reader owning one because I'm broke 😔 don't know if this is horseshit or cute. mind that English isn't my first language pls 🥹

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At first it had heen nothing but a coincidence. You'd been at the local thrift store for some new clothes - not just for yourself but for Sam and Dean, too.

After actually finding some decent jackets and shirts for the boys, you finally looked for yourself. There were few nice looking ones but you couldn't find your size so you kept searching. And then, you saw it. The perfect pair of jeans. Nicely washed out, material looking nice, low waist but not so far it would be impractical and most of all you saw the zipper when taking them into your hands.

Instead of just blank denim behind the zipper, it said ‘lucky you' with a four-leaf clover, the writing gold on wine red fabric. It's adorable. It's your size. And you just know Dean would have an aneurysm when he sees the little detail.

So, you go to the cash register and buy them.

You're at the motel you, Sam and Dean had been staying at for the most recent case not much later, clothes in two bags and purse under your arm.

When you open the door Dean is sprawled on the bed Sam had taken, eating what looked like greasy fries.

He grins at you and waves his hand, fingers shining with grease, “Welcome back, baby.”

You grimace, “Go wash your hands.” He pouts and looks offended, turning his hand to check what you mean and then biting back a sassy retort to instead say, “Will do when I'm done eatin’.”

“We were gonna get dinner and look for another case tonight?” You remind, unpacking the clothes to sort which brother got which. Dean watches you, still noisily enjoying what you're pretty sure are cold fries from yesterday's dinner. He shoves the last few fries into his mouth, sucks the salt off his fingertips, chews and then nods, saying a food-muffled, “yes, ma'am.”

You roll your eyes, albeit fondly, and dump the new clothes on Sam's duffle, assuming he's out for either a run or to stock up on some snacks for the road and stem your hands on your hips. The look you give Dean is enough for him to move of off Sam's bed with a grumbled complaint.

Instead of going to the small – definitely moldy – bathroom, he stalks over to you and wraps one arm around your waist, looking over your shoulder and at the small pile of clothes for him. Using the angle to his advantage he nips at the spot where your neck meets your shoulder, then kisses up to your ear and finishes with sucking a hickey there.

You let him — not just used to his possessiveness by now but having learned to love it, too.

“These for me?” You just hum, rifling through the two jeans and one jacket to give him an overview. “Yeah, these are good. Thank you, angel,” he moves from his spot behind you, kissing the corner of your mouth as he moves past you and to the bathroom. He says something that you tune out because it's definitely TMI, then slams the door behind himself.

You roll your eyes fondly when he calls out an apology for slamming the door (something you had instilled in him not to do), then chew on your bottom lip in thought. Hm.

He's in the bathroom and judging by the look of the fries he will be in there for at least ten minutes…

With that thought you try on the cute jeans you had spoiled yourself with, surprised to find them fitting almost perfectly. They're almost mid rise but not enough to really be considered that, they sit tight but not painfully so around your thighs and are loose around your calves, typical straight fit. They do however accentuate your behind nicely, which you're sure Dean will take note of and appreciate.

With a satisfied little hum you sit down at the table and look through the newspaper for possible new cases.

Dean comes out a moment later, furrowing his brows deep in thought before tilting his head. “You changed your pants,” he notes, proud of himself to have noticed the small detail. It makes you chuckle and nod, “Bought these today. Thought they were cute.”

He makes a contemplative sound and gestures you to stand up and come over to where he's sitting on the edge of the bed. When you do his hands grasp your hips. “Turn around f’me, angel?” You do, weak to the needy but demanding tone in his voice.

“Fuck,” he grunts, definitely appreciating the view. “You like?” You ask, looking over your shoulder. His eyes are dark, pupils blown wide and he licks his lips.

“My gorgeous girl,” he murmurs, kissing along the revealed skin of your belly where your shirt had ridden up. Smiling softly you run your fingers through his hair, waiting for his next move.

Expected but also totally unexpected he pops open the button on your jeans, then tugs down the zipper slowly. You see the exact moment that it registers what is imprinted on the inside of the zipper, his mouth opens a little and his one hand tightened on your hip.

“You tryin’ to kill me, baby?”

Grinning, “‘s a fun little detail, ain't it?” He groans as if you'd shot him, head falling forward and resting against your belly. He pushes his hand to the small of your back, mouthing at the sensitive skin of your abdomen, “Gettin’ me all worked up when you know Sammy's gonna be back any second.”

Biting your lip you make a punched out little sound, his mouth always putting you on edge. He grips the waistband of the jeans with both hands, fully ready to pull them down when the motel room door opens and Sam's ‘hello’ is interrupted by the sight of Dean's face burrowed in your stomach, your hands in his hair and the fly of your jeans open.

“Oh my God, guys. This is a shared space. Get a different room for that.” You snort, stepping back after Dean dutifully zips your pants back up and pats your bottom.

“Take it as an apology that I brought you new clothes?” he huffs but looks through the pieces you'd put on his duffle, ultimately saying thanks. Dean is still staring at you — more so the way you move in these lethal jeans — his eyes dark and his hands fisting the sheets.

It's a sight you couldn't withstand.

“Hey Sammy, Dean and I are gonna get dinner. D’you want a caesar salad?” There's a thumbs up and then you're being dragged out of the room with possessive hands gripping your waist. You're glad for the summer heat because Dean would not have let you waste another second by grabbing a jacket.

When you reach Baby he stops, breathing down your neck — literally.

“‘s that your gun or are you that excited to see me?” you tease and he nips at your shoulder in warning. “Get in the backseat, baby. Need to have a closer look at these new jeans.”

Oh, you're in for a ride judging by the look in his eyes.

[hufflepuffsthunderdome]

Acrylics

Schlatt x girly!Reader Summary: If Schlatt's gonna get the benefits of your acrylics he might as well pay for them Warnings: none :)! Just fluff! Based on this request Pt2 here

"Can you stop that?" Schlatt asks you from across the table with a gruff breath of a laugh as he glances up at you from his laptop, raising an eyebrow as he shoots you a smirk. It's only when he points it out that you realise the rhythmic sound you'd been hearing wasn't just in your head, but was your acrylics, tapping aimlessly at the wooden table as you chewed on your pen.

You mumble an apology as you sit on your hands, feeling the heat rise your cheeks as you giggle softly when he laughs and stands up, walking over to you. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and plants a kiss on your forehead as he goes over to the fridge, coming back moments later with two cans of soft drink. He puts one down for you and goes to sit back down at his laptop, popping it open and taking a loud slurp.

"Jay?" you mumble sweetly as you catch his attention away from his computer, smiling sheepishly as you tap the rim of the metal can with your nails, "can you open this for me?"

He lets out a mix between a laugh and a scoff as he reaches over and takes your can, popping it open with ease, "you're so needy."

You gasp dramatically as you take your can back, shooting him a glare, "I can't break a nail."

"Are you gonna be alright if I go to the bank while you're here?" he asks you when he stops with you outside of the nail salon, slipping your purse off your shoulder to fish out the things he dumped in there when you left the house.

You nod as you adjust the collar on his jacket and hum, "it won't take too long."

"Take as long as you need, I may be a while at the bank," he says as he places a kiss to your temple, slipping the bag back up your arm, "I'll meet you back here when I'm done," he motions to the seats in the walkway of the shops, outside the nail salon.

You part ways as he goes off to run his errands, and you head into the salon, greeting your usual nail tech at the counter as you show her your growth and ask for some infills. She makes small talk with you as she rings up your deposit amount on the cash register, catching up on the happenings in your lives since the last time you came in.

You dig through your bag, hunting for your wallet, only to find Schlatt's black wallet instead, in the pocket you usually put yours in. You step away from the counter with an apology and fish out your phone, texting your boyfriend.

"Come bacccckkk you took my wallet :("

He replies almost instantly, as if he was waiting for your message, "yeah I know, treat yourself darling."

"come baaaaaccccccccck I put aside money for these"

"Don't be stubborn, my shout"

You huff as you message back a, ">:(", which he simply hearts.

You head back over to the register and, reluctantly, tap your boyfriend's card. As you make your way over to the chair your nail tech has set up for you you feel your phone buzz again.

"good girl"

You just tuck your phone away as you look through the colour swatches, digging your tongue into the side of your cheek as you bite back a smile, until your phone dings again.

"do me a favour?"

"what? <3"

"do them red"

"I got red last time ;_;"

"they looked so hot against my cock last time"

He lies down to go to sleep before you do, for the first time in months. He turns the lamp off the second he lays down and curls up under the blanket as you mindlessly scroll on your phone.

You mumble your sleepy 'love you's' to each other, kissing goodnight as his side of the bed shifts as he gets comfy, back turned to you as he splays himself out on the bed.

After a while of silence, you feel the bed shift next to you, the soft huff leaving Schlatt's lips as he shuffles back towards your side of the bed ever so slightly. You pay him no mind, continuing to scroll through your feed.

He does it again, after another long stretch of silence, backing up so he's fully pressed against you, his back to your side as he squirms into the mattress. You assume he's trying to get comfortable, reaching around to lazily wrap an arm around his shoulder, so you can lay more comfortably as you scroll with him pressed against you.

He huffs again, now not even trying to hide it, turning towards you and nudging you lightly with his shoulder as he faces you fully. "What's wrong?" you whisper softly into the night as you feel his warm breath through your thin pj shirt.

He takes your hand in his large, heavy one, and unceremoniously puts it on your head, meeting your confused look with raised eyebrows and a tiny pout as he looks up at you expectantly. You can feel your heart melt as the audible awe leaves your lips, dropping your phone beside you to lay down and cradle his head in your chest.

You smother soft kisses to his head as you scratch your nails gently through his hair, the smile forming on your lips when you hear his content sigh as he sinks into your touch, "is this what you wanted my love?"

He nods into your chest as he lets his eyes droop shut, hand pressed gently into your skin and your lower back as the two of you sink further into the mattress together, "this is perfect darlin'."

[cherrygirlfriend]

project makeover pairing: sunshine!reader x bf!rafe synopsis: reader tries out a new style warnings/tags: fluff, smut, piv wc: 2k a/n; i tend to try out a lot of different styles and i wanted to write something where the reader gets to do that too! ORIGINALLY POSTED IN DEC 2024

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everything about you screamed soft. the baby pinks and blues, the whites, babydoll dresses, and cute crop tops with little slogans, along with the swipe of cherry-flavored lipgloss that always seemed to be present on your lips, let alone the bedroom that was practically the definition of girly, along with your little figurines and plushies. rafe liked that about you; the soft colors and garments you wore made him feel like you were just the sweetest, most innocent thing ever.

your best friend was basically your opposite. cara was all edge; the girl wore all black, wine-red, or basically any color that'd be difficult to make out in the dark. while you were all lace and silk, she was fishnet and black denim, her lips painted in a color that you weren't sure if it was closer to black or red, her bedroom filled with posters of horror movies and bands you couldn't properly pronounce. she also liked plushies, but whereas you were more of a sanrio-jellycat girl, she was strictly into fugglers, the stuffed toys with the funny teeth. yet, ever since you were children, you'd been inseparable.

"alright, you're all done now." cara said as she finished applying the burgundy color onto your lips, "now you just need to change into the outfit i picked out for you."

looking down at the pile of different fabrics, all either black or grey, chewing on your bottom lip in uncertainty, "are you sure this isn't… too short?" you mumbled, holding up the black, frayed denim skirt that looked like it covered barely anything.

"it's the outfit i picked out for you, so it's the outfit you shall wear. don't forget the fishnets, either."

"you know, once it's my turn to give you a makeover, i'm gonna put you in the girliest outfit ever." you rolled your eyes, inspecting the fishnet tights and shaking your head. "with pink-"

"yeah, yeah, less talking, more changing!"

rafe was relaxing on the tannyhill patio, his blue eyes covered by a pair of black shades, the man ignoring whatever topper had spent the past ten minutes complaining about, occasionally taking a sip from the glass of bourbon he'd set in front of him.

his thoughts were interrupted by the roar of an engine, turning his head to see a familiar, black aston martin pulling up in front of the house. rafe had seen it enough to know that the car belonged to your best friend, as whenever he couldn't drive you around, the job usually fell on cara's shoulders.

rafe lifted his shades and placed them on the table, his eyes narrowing slightly as he watched a figure emerge from the passenger seat of the black car, his brows slightly furrowing when the girl in the passenger seat was wearing a fully black outfit.

it took him a moment, but once the driver, a black-haired girl begrudgingly clad in a baby pink summer dress and a long white cardigan stumbled into his view, he was starting to realize what was going on.

cara was stripped from all her piercings, her tattoos showing through the concealer you'd tried to use to cover them up, the girl linking her arm with yours, decorated with some 'tattoos' she had drawn on with eyeliner and the you two walked towards the small group, three pairs of eyes focused on you.

"hi." you said in a soft tone the moment you stepped foot on tannyhill's patio, rafe still looking at you up and down, the intensity of his gaze making your cheeks feel warm as your long, black nails adjusted your fake septum piercing as you got closer to him, "everything alright?"

"yeah... everyth- everything's great." rafe mumbled, clearing his throat while his hand moved to your waist as he looked up at you, the boy's mouth going slightly dry, his eyes wide in awe, "what's this about?"

"oh," you let out a small chuckle, covering your lips in embarrassment, "cara and i decided to switch styles as a silly little experiment. i know it looks a bit strange, but i hope you don't mind it too much..." you said softly, rafe's eyes still staying on you as you chewed on your bottom lip, so convinced that he hated the way you'd dressed. meanwhile, he was busy trailing his long fingers over the fishnets decorating your thighs.

you turned to look over to look at your best friend, scowling at topper who was keeling over in laughter over cara's new look. she was looking at the blonde murderously, her hand clenched as if she was going to punch him, and you let out a soft giggle under your breath, more than aware that the girl with a black belt in two different martial arts would be more than capable of twisting his arm off.

you let out a soft laugh, covering your mouth slightly, as rafe finished his glass and rose to his feet, intertwining your fingers with his before turning to the group, "we're, uh, gonna go inside for a bit."

"alright. we'll be clearing princess here in poker." topper said, ruffling cara's hair, only for the girl to take his wrist into her tight grasp.

"call me that one more time and i'm cutting off little topper." she said, causing you to let out a soft laugh under your breath at the sight of your best friend threatening him while also wearing the cute pink sundress you'd chosen for her. but before you could say anything, rafe was already tugging you inside.

"what's this about?" you let out a soft giggle as soon as you were inside the walls of tannyhill, your soft hands gently holding onto his sides, one of rafe's large hands cupping your chin and holding it up, pressing a soft peck on your burgundy-painted lips, rafe lifting you into his arms before you could even react to the small show of affection. "rafe!" you squealed.

"what?" the man grinned, the veins in his arms pronounced as he carried you up the stairs, your legs swinging in his arms as you hid your face in his shirt, not wanting him to see the wide smile adorning your lips.

once you reached his bedroom, he set you down on the edge of his bed, your heart pounding against your chest as you looked up at him with your eyes widened.

"i like it when you try out new things, you know." rafe smiled, kneeling on the ground in front of you, pressing a kiss on your thigh over the fishnets, causing a shiver to go down your spine, "i love it when you wear your usual clothes," he said against your skin, his lips slowly making their way up your thigh, getting closer and closer to the hem of your short skirt.

you gasped when rafe nipped the inside of your thigh just under your skirt, causing rafe to let out a chuckle as he stood up, "but as much as i like your little makeover..." he leaned to whisper into your ear, "i think my girl would look much nicer if you weren't wearing anything."

slowly, rafe stripped each article of clothing off your body, the drawn-on tattoos scattered around your body smudging until you were left in nothing but your underwear; rafe smiling softly at the matching baby pink set. "there's my girl."

"i was worried you wouldn't like it. the outfit, i mean." you admitted, hiding your face behind your hands, separating your fingers to look at rafe as he discarded his own shirt.

"aww, sunshine," he chuckled, shaking his head as he discarded his shorts, leaning down until his body was on yours, his long fingers trailing down a strand of your hair, his blue eyes intently focusing on it before he looked at you with a small smile, "you'd look radiating in anything. i think you could even pull off a garbage bag." rafe tutted.

rafe pressed his soft lips on yours, his hand trailing down your neck, your chest, your ribs, your stomach... until he detached his lips from yours, your carefully applied lipstick now smudged and some of it on his lips. rafe let out a chuckle, his fingers hooking under your pink panties, his entire body following as he slowly slid your panties down your smooth legs.

he kissed up your calf, your thigh, until he reached your inner thigh, pressing a soft kiss on your pussy before blowing onto it, the cool air causing goosebumps to appear on your arms as you arched your back, letting out a small whine.

rafe chuckled as he climbed back up your body, his nose touching yours, nearly identical smiles on your lips as you exchanged soft pecks, his hand slowly sliding down your body, every muscle tensing when his hand met it, until it was where you most wanted him, your breath hitching as his fingers ran up your folds until they met your clit.

your back arched off the bed as he drew circles on your clit, each circle causing you to let out another moan, "you know what i want, right?" he mumbled, looking up at you until you nodded with a small smile gracing your ruined lips.

both of rafe's hands moved to your hips, briskly flipping you over until you were straddling him, his bulge pressing deliciously against your mound until you pulled down his white calvin kleins, his hardened cock springing free. you looked at him, biting down on your lower lip as you placed your hand on the base of his cock, holding onto it at just the pressure he'd taught you he liked, and only one stroke was enough to cause his tip to start leaking with precum.

you smiled softly, kneeling up as you positioned yourself over rafe. rafe's hands went to your hips, slowly pulling you down onto him. you let out a whine the moment you felt the tip of his cock penetrate your entrance, nearly sliding into you due to how wet he'd gotten you even with just a few touches.

rafe's rough hands guided you up and down on his length, the man reveling in the way you looked on top of him, your head thrown back in pleasure as you let yourself feel every inch of him, and each time the fat tip of his cock hit you right where you wanted him, it caused you to let out a slight wince amongst your moans.

"you look so beautiful..." rafe said under you, continuing to move you; he was always like this, even when you were on top of him, he preferred to be the one in control, the one doing all the work. rafe just wanted to make sure the only thing you had to worry about was your pleasure. "you feel so amazing..."

one of his hands slowly crept towards your pussy, still holding you up as his thumb began to circle your clit, causing your moans to intensify, your nails starting to dig into his chest, rafe letting out a small gasp from the delicious sting.

your eyes fluttered open only a fraction, the sight of rafe's contented smile causing the knot in your stomach to get even closer to unraveling, and you wished you could get a snapshot of just how beautiful he looked in that moment.

"rafe, i'm cl-"

"i know..." rafe mumbled hushedly, his hands moving you up and down on him at a more rapid pace, his thumb continuing to draw beautiful circles on your clit like a professional artist.

you weren't sure if it was you or rafe that came first, but it was like the moment you squeezed around him when you finally felt yourself come undone, your tight walls were painted with him, spurts of his warm cum pumping into you.

rafe continued to move you up and down on him for a while, slowly, letting both of you ride out your shared orgasms before he finally set you down onto the bed to rest next to him.

you and rafe breathed in a nearly identical pattern as you looked into each other's eyes, and unlike the smiles he reserved for everyone else, the smile he wore at that moment reached his eyes. rafe reached out his hand, slowly tucking a stray hair behind your ear before pressing a tiny kiss on your nose.

"i love you."

[unsuperingyournatural]

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Pedro Pascal x Actress!Reader

can be seen as a continuation of yours or a standalone

You should’ve said no.

Not to Pedro—never to Pedro. But maybe to this.

You’d already turned down the interview. Sitting between Pedro and Jensen on Hot Ones while subjecting yourself to progressively nuclear sauces sounded like a special kind of hell. You liked watching the show from the comfort of your couch, not starring in a live-action breakdown.

Pedro had just smiled and said, "Then don’t do the interview. But come anyway?"

And because it was him—because he looked at you like he meant it—you said yes.

So here you were, standing just off-camera, watching the man you adored trying not to die on national YouTube.

Jensen was in rare form. Confident, snarky, toggling between deadpan humor and surprisingly deep answers like it was second nature. He took a bite of wing three, chewed, swallowed, then turned to Sean with a look of exaggerated offense.

"Gotta say, Sean," he drawled, "kind of shocked it took this long to get the invite. What season is this again?"

Sean grinned. "Twenty-two."

Jensen made a show of looking around. "Wow. Okay. So you had... let’s see... Gordon Ramsay, Bear Grylls, Paul Rudd, the damn Muppets before me. That’s cool. That doesn’t sting at all."

You rolled your eyes from the sidelines.

Pedro chuckled beside him. "He’s only brought it up, like, twenty times today."

"Not enough," Jensen deadpanned. "Justice for overlooked CW stars."

You shook your head, watching them both. Pedro had been more reserved at the start—you could see it in his hands, the way they rested just a little too still on the table. But as the banter settled in, he relaxed. Found his rhythm.

"I’ve always liked spicy food," Pedro was saying now, "but this... this is another level. Like, emotional damage level."

Sean laughed. "You doing okay?"

"I'm sweating in places I didn't know had pores," Pedro replied calmly.

Jensen fanned his face. "Same. My soul is sweating."

By wing eight, you were gripping your water bottle tightly. Pedro's ears had turned pink. Jensen was coughing between bites. Sean introduced wing nine with theatrical flair.

"This one," he said, holding up the bottle, "is called Doom."

Jensen squinted at it. "Why would you name a food that?"

"Because it's honest," Pedro muttered.

They bit in.

You watched in silent horror.

Jensen turned bright red. Pedro froze completely, eyes wide. His hand reached blindly for milk, then water, then back again. You clapped a hand over your mouth.

"Oh no," you whispered, heart clenching. "Oh no, Pedro..."

He was breathing like a man in labor. Jensen choked out something about regretting all his life choices. Sean looked delighted.

But somehow—somehow—they survived it.

The crew erupted in applause as the final sauce was downed. Pedro sagged back in his chair, fanning his face with his hand. Jensen slapped the table and grinned through watery eyes.

After some final banter and gratitude, both men rose to thank Sean. Pedro offered his hand and said, in that quiet, sincere tone that always made your chest ache, "Thanks for having us. This was... unforgettable."

Then he turned to you, still flushed, still grinning.

"Well?" he asked. "How’d I do?"

You smiled. "You were amazing."

You leaned in to kiss him, but he stopped you with a smirk. "I don’t think you’re gonna want to kiss me right now."

"Why not?"

"Because I still taste like Doom."

You narrowed your eyes. "You wiped your mouth fifteen times."

He shrugged. You kissed him.

Soft. Warm. Familiar.

Then, out of habit, you licked your lips.

You paused.

A slow, creeping burn began to blossom across your mouth.

And then—

"Oh my God. Oh my God."

Pedro started laughing as you sprinted to the table, grabbing water, then milk, then fanning your face with both hands.

"I warned you," he said, shaking his head.

"Why is it spreading?!" you cried. "Why would anyone eat that?! I swear to God, if someone wanted government secrets out of me, that’s all they’d need. Doom on the lips, boom—instant confession. My grandma hides money in the Pillsbury cookie jar. I did steal my dad’s tequila. The combo to my high school locker is 34R-22L-18—"

Pedro pulled you gently into his arms, chuckling. "I love you."

You stopped rambling.

Looked up.

His face was open. Steady. Real.

"I love you, too," you breathed.

He smiled. Then—

Burp.

Your hands flew to your mouth.

Pedro laughed so hard he nearly doubled over.

You groaned. "I am so sorry."

"You’re perfect," he said, pressing a kiss to your temple.

You finally cooled off. Someone handed you more water. The fire faded. Pedro leaned in again, quieter now.

"So... you love me..."

You smiled, soft and sure. "Mmhmm."

Then added, "But not your hot lips."

His grin turned wicked. "Hot lips? You never minded my hot lips before."

You gasped. "Pedro."

He wrapped an arm around your waist and led you toward the exit.

Just before the door, he slowed. Turned to you.

"Hey," he said softly. "I meant it. Not just the I love you part. All of it. Wanting you here. With me. Even if you’re melting."

You laughed. "I’m glad I came. Even if I might never taste anything again."

"Come on," he said, tugging you closer. "Let’s go find you some ice cream."

You raised a brow. "To soothe the pain?"

"To celebrate surviving Doom."

Hand in hand, he walked you out of the studio—his laughter still echoing softly between you, your lips tingling, hearts lighter than when you'd walked in.

[coldilikeit]

Yandere Batfam x Camp half-blood (Neglected reader)

DC x Pjo

Part 13

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"We have to get off this ship" Annabeth whispers "the amount of monsters here aren't normal, something is going on" she says

You were about to agree then a loud clang was heard, you four quickly hid

Looking at the window you see straw dummies with orange camp half-blood shirts, a Dracaenae (dragon women) rips the dummies and the other monsters cheer

"—Don't push me Agrius!" You feel both Annabeth and Percy stiffen as the sudden voice seeps into your ears

"Luke..." Percy shudders, This Luke guy and his friend were arguing, something about gambling, wait no- that's a metaphor for taking a risk

"it will pay off!" Luke yells "They'll take the bait... Now let's check in the casket"

Tyson whimpered "Leave now?"

Silence...

"please..." He muttered after

The remaining three of you came to an agreement, Percy looked eager and Annabeth looked worried

You sigh "We can't, if this guy is talking about something that relates to camp or something worse, we have to find out"

And if possible beat the shit out of him and drag him back to camp to explain

Annabeth volunteered to go alone, saying she had a camp that turned her invisible so it'd be fine, it was met with both you and Percy objecting and saying everyone will go or no one will

"I vote no one goes! Pretty please?" Tyson pleaded, and it ended with three kids crawling and walking like spies with a big cyclops nervously chewing his fingernails trotting behind

Someone opens the door for Luke and the monster, not another monster... A demigod!

"that's Chris Rodriguez! From the Hermes cabin!?" You exclaim and then you clasp your hands to your mouth after realizing you were too loud

Annabeth looked heartbroken "there are more traitors...?"

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A certain king of Atlantis is sat across Bruce, the looming presence between the two, but there is a sense of respect shared

"As a father myself I feel like you should know something" Aquaman sighs

The blonde haired king reminisces the feeling of losing a child, his baby was abducted by someone he trusted and he got his little boy back at the end, it was a dreadful feeling

The feeling that no matter how many good you'll do next, the person you wanted it to be for won't be here to benefit, "Diana was mistaken, Your child was spotted by one of my merguards on the sea, they're alive and I thought you should know-"

"Where?! Where is my kid right now?" Bruce had jumped from the table to shake Aquaman's shoulders

"they are at sea on a ship... And I'm afraid they might be in danger, as the ship is heading for the sea of monsters- or what you humans call the Bermuda triangle, and I can't stop it-"

"Why not!? Aren't you the king of the ocean!??"

"Calm down, I am the king of Atlantis, not the sea nor the ocean, do not mistake me for my emperor, Lord Poseidon"

Bruce takes a deep breath, "Why is my baby there?, how can I get them?"

"I believe your child is on a quest, a quest given by the gods, mortals cannot interfere, you only have to wait for it to be over, there is also a chance they may not get out of the quest alive, Bruce... Don't try anything" Aquaman tries to warn

"I'm not letting my child stay in a place called the sea of monsters, I'll find them" he says

The king looks at him with sadness "Unfortunately you cannot find the sea of monsters, it finds you, it doesn't matter if you search the whole ocean, if the sea does not want you finding it, you won't, you are gonna have to trust your child that they have the means to survive this"

Silence took over, then a gentle heartbroken voice appeared "you just told me my baby is alive, and if they die again, I don't know how I'll pull through this time"

"I'm so sorry Bruce, I'll take my leave"

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"We are SO gonna die here" you whisper in Percy's ear

Annabeth shifts as to the four of you tiptoe into the Captain's door, that's when you hear them, muffled sounds, you push your ear through the door

Luke talking about a casket and a golden fleece, the fleece you guys are looking for! What will Luke use it on?

"I can't hear anything!" Percy frustratingly says, Tyson pushes his ear through the door and speaks, he speaks in Luke's voice

"—the prophecies ourselves, those fools won't know which way to turn" Tyson says

He copied Luke's voice... You forgot cyclops can do that, how... Creepy.

Nevermind the visible uncomfortable tension that Tyson veiled on the you, Percy and for some reason especially Annabeth, Tyson continues to mimic voice, this time a deeper gruffer voice "you really think the old horseman is gone for good?"

You gasp, they are talking about Chiron, then Tyson laughed, it was Luke's laugh "They can't trust him anymore, not with the skeletons in his closet, the poisoning of Thalia's tree was the last straw"

Annabeth shivered, then she yelled "Tyson stop! That's creepy!", Tyson shrunk "I was just listening"

"keep listening" Percy says

Tyson closed his eyes again "—Quiet! I heard something, just outside the door" and before I could tell everyone to hide

Luke opened the door and saw us

A cyclops, a child of Aphrodite, Athena and Poseidon

"Percy! Anne! Long time no see... Who are these two?" Luke gestures to me and Tyson

Fuck.

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Bruce: I hope my baby is strong enough to complete their quest so we can reunite

(Name): I am so going to die here

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[lucydixon]

10 years of regret

This is a sequel to Breaking the Rules of Attraction, which can be found here.

GIF By @alex-browning

This is a sequel to Breaking the Rules of Attraction, which can be found here. I think I'm gonna do a few parts for this one. Summary: Erik just about has a heart attack when Bobby casually lets it slip that he'd seen you in town that afternoon. He's left reeling, hit with ten years of regret, and desperate to see you again.

“Oh! I almost forgot.” Bobby turned to Erik halfway through dinner, his words muffled by the food he was still chewing, “I saw your friend from school today.” 

“My friend from school?” His brows pulled together in confusion. He didn’t talk to anyone from high school at that point, mainly because he hadn’t had friends. 

Except for you. 

“Who?” His voice was quiet when he asked. He could feel his heart fluttering against his ribcage, beating increasingly quicker as memories of you flashed through his mind. 

“That girl,” the boy looked thoughtful for a moment, “I don’t remember her name, but she used to come over all the time. You know the one-” 

“Where?” Erik cut him off, pretty sure his heart had stopped beating altogether. “Where did you see her?” 

Everyone at the table turned to look at him, a little surprised by how shaken up he looked. 

They’d all wondered what had happened between the two of you. 

Erik had always refused to talk about it. All they knew was that you’d just stopped coming around one day, and that they’d watched him mope for the better half of a year afterwards. 

“Uh, at the library,” Bobby was still a little young when all this had gone down, so it was surprising that he’d recognized you at all. 

“Did you talk to her? What was she doing?” he couldn’t stop the questions spewing out of his mouth in a nervous ramble. “Was she wearing a ring? Did you see?” 

“I just saw her.” Bobby leaned away from his older brother, unsure why he was getting so worked up over this. “She was sitting at the computers with a kid.” 

“A kid?” Erik felt the blood drain out of his face. “Was it hers?”

“I don’t know-” 

“Did it look like her?” He asked, unable to hide the creak in his voice, “How old was it?” 

“They had different hair colours,” Bobby shrugged .“He looked like he was ten or eleven.”

“Oh my god,” Julia leaned forward in her seat, clocking the panicked look on Erik’s face. “Bobby, did he look like Erik?”  

Everyone held their breath while Bobby tried to think back. 

“I don’t know, I didn’t look that hard.” He frowned finally, “Why?” 

“You don’t think…” she trailed off. 

“Erik Campbell!” their mother gasped, looking aghast, “Did you get that girl pregnant and send her away?” 

“What?” He groaned, scrubbing his hands over his face. “No! Not unless she just didn’t tell me, but I really don’t think she’d do that.” 

“And I didn’t send her away!” He added. 

The words rattled in the back of his throat, and for a second, they all thought he was going to start crying. 

Instead, he pushed his chair back and went downstairs. 

Erik paced the length of his bedroom, trying not to freak out. 

You were back in town. 

With a kid, who just so happened to be old enough to have been conceived right before the two of you had parted ways. 

He tried not to jump the gun. 

It might not be your kid. 

Maybe you’re babysitting or something. 

Maybe it wasn’t even you in the first place. 

Bobby could have been wrong. He’d just been a kid last he’d seen you. It wasn’t far-fetched to assume he’d been mistaken. 

All he knew for sure was that he needed to find you. 

Somehow, he’d managed to refrain all this time from looking you up on the internet. It wasn’t worth the headache, and he was terrified that he’d find your social media profiles and see pictures of you in a wedding dress. He couldn’t take the heartache, but now, he had no choice. 

He held his breath when he clicked on the link to your Instagram page, sitting on the edge of his mattress. The same mattress you’d sat in, studying with him late into the night. 

No wedding dress. 

He exhaled shakily, sick with relief. 

No kid either. 

Some people didn’t post their children on the internet, though.

He felt like a total creep as he snooped through your Instagram, looking for any clues on where he could find you, but came up empty. 

He conceded to the fact that the only way he was going to get a hold of you was to reach out online, which felt so impersonal and disingenuous, and he just knew that you would hate it. 

It wouldn’t be fair of him. 

Still, he stayed up all night typing, then re-typing a message, drafted in the notes app on his phone as if he was going to send it. 

He didn’t. 

For the next week, he spent just about every day at work staring out the window, wondering if you’d walk by. 

He felt pathetic. 

He shouldn’t have been this hung up on his high school almost-girlfriend. Especially after ten years. 

He’d been trying to convince himself that it was because he might have a kid out there. If he did, then maybe, just maybe, it was some kind of cosmic connection that kept him stuck on you all this time.  

He’d tried dating over the years and always found a reason to break it off early on, before even giving it a proper chance. 

His sex life had been a revolving door of drunken hookups and dating apps just to get his rocks off and let out some of the pent-up frustration deep inside him. 

If he hadn’t been good enough for you then, he sure as hell wouldn’t be at this point in his life either. 

Sure, he had a stable job at the tattoo parlour that paid well enough. But, he still lived with his parents, sleeping in the same bed that the two of you used to fool around in when you were teenagers. 

He certainly wasn’t good enough to raise a kid. 

But then he thought about how you’d done all the hard parts alone and felt like an even bigger piece of shit. He would’ve helped if only he’d known. 

Erik sighed tiredly and forced himself to take a lunch break in between clients. 

He walked over to the coffee shop on the corner with his hands shoved deep in his pockets while ‘Erik’s sad playlist’ blared through his headphones. 

He wasn’t paying attention and almost walked right into the person leaving the shop. 

In a shitty mood, he looked over angrily to snap at whoever it had been, but found himself staring into your eyes. 

“Shit.” 

Next Chapter

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[wosospacegirl]

Ive come back, i’ve been picturing Alexia and Olga the next morning when they see Kika leaving and it’s making me giggle and kick my feet 🤭

Poor Kika would be BLUSHING!!!! And Yn would just stare at Kika and Olga with a frown on her face.

I feel like Olga would invite Kika to have breakfast with them, even though Kika was already getting ready to leave.

Yn would LOVE Kika to stay, but not right now, and absolutely not to have breakfast with Alexia and Olga.

Yn knew Olga wanted to pry--she wanted some information about what happened last night, as if it wasn't obvious.

They were at the table now. Kika was eating a mango, and Yn had all her attention on her coffee, trying not to make eye contact.

"So... last night, Alexia and heard some noise--"

"No, you didn't," YN rolled her eyes, watching as Alexia stopped chewing her bread, looking from Yn to Olga. "My room is soundproof, yours too."

"This mango is great," Kika said in a small voice, trying to change the topic of conversation.

"But when I went to the bathroom last night, I swear I--"

"Olga," YN held the bridge of her nose. "Don't make it awkward."

"I'm not trying to make it awkward," Olga said. "You are dating now, it's completely normal."

"Then why are we--" she looked at Kika "--being ambushed during breakfast?"

Then Yn looked at Alexia, who was silent, way too quiet. "You, Alexia, I bet you were the one who thought this through!"

Alexia watched her with widened eyes and then pointed at herself. "ME? I have nothing to do with whatever this is!"

"Yes, you do!" Yn insisted. "You're worse than Olga!"

"Excuse me!" Alexia put her coffee down. "I have no interest in your sex life! It wounds me that you think I do! I couldn't care less!"

Yn felt how Kika leaned further into her chair, as if trying to hide from all of this.

The conversation was cut short when the doorbell rang. Yn rolled her eyes one more time before going to answer it.

When she opened the door, she was met with a man. The man was holding flowers. Big. Ginormous. Colorful. Flowers.

"Hmm, hi?"

"Is this the Putellas Segura household?" the man asked with a smile.

"Well," Yn looked over her shoulder to see if Olga or Alexia were coming to the door as well. They weren't. "Yes?"

"You sound unsure," the man said playfully.

"I am unsure," Yn said. "I don't see why anyone would send a bouquet here? Let alone on a Sunday?"

The man took the card that was on top of a bromeliad and read it out loud. "I am so very happy that you and Kika took this next step in your relationship. As your guardian, I will always be here for you. Kisses, Olga."

The man read every word carefully.

When he finished, Yn's cheeks were burning. She quickly took the flowers from him and closed the door.

"Olga!" she yelled. "I'm gonna KILL you!"

[luveline]

can I pls pls pls get an other single dad Spencer I'm on my knees here jade baby! I would love a fic where they r dating and reader comes over and basically Amy is like ur his gf?? But I thought u were my best friend?! And she's upset and reader is just like babe I can be both! Obvs we r bffs! And then May be she asks Spencer if she can take amy out of ice cream or something just the girls

thank you for your request! fem, 1.4k

Peeling Amy’s grapes is a repetitive, calming task. You press your nail to the top of the grape where the stalk had been, carving away a sliver of the fruit as you pinch the skin and pull. It comes away in small, triangular pieces that you put in the bowl on your lap. 

You put the naked grape in Amy’s hand. They’re seedless, so all she has to do is chew. 

“Thank you,” she says, distracted by the TV. 

“You’re welcome.” You move to another grape. 

You’re sitting together on the couch in Spencer’s apartment. Spencer sits at the dining table across the way, writing a letter, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. Bright afternoon sunlight ebbs in through the window behind the kitchen sink to kiss his arms and illuminate his workspace, a beam of it catching his arm, his fine hairs like strands of gold. 

“Spence?”

“Yeah?” 

“Are we still going to the library?” 

“Yeah…” His writing gets very fast. He finishes it off with a smile and a resounding period, picking the paper up and folding it in a clean half. “I can post my letter at the same time.” 

You watch him give his hair a vigorous scratching as he stands. “I’m gonna go get a sweater,” he says, making for his bedroom. 

You follow him until he’s gone. Amy hums, kid-talk for please pay attention to me. 

“Oh, sorry. Forgot your grapes.” 

“Why do you look at him like that?” 

You smile shyly. “Uh, like what?” 

Her brown eyes widen as her eyebrows pinch together. “I don’t know. You looked at him for a long time.” 

“I guess I like looking at him, ‘cos I really like him. You’re beautiful because of so many things, but your dad is part of the reason. He’s beautiful, so you’re beautiful.” 

She wrinkles her nose, but she’s smiling. “You really like him?” she whispers. 

“Of course I do,” you whisper back, “he’s my boyfriend.” 

Amy winces hard. “What?” she asks. 

She’s suddenly and emphatically incredulous. You take her hand, but she takes it right back and stands up on the couch. She gives you a weird look as she backs away, sitting heavily on the armrest. “He’s your boyfriend?” 

“Why do you think I’m always here these days?” 

You know you’ve said the complete wrong thing the moment it leaves your mouth. You’re honestly shocked she didn’t know; Amy is a very smart little girl, and you were under the impression she knew about you and her father being a couple. But she’s also just a little girl, with big feelings. 

“I thought you were here to see me,” she says softly. 

You push the bowl of grapes across the coffee table, remorseful. “Amy, I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. I come here to see you, too, of course I do, I love spending time with you.” 

Her eyes fill with tears. She’s not a crocodile crier, at least not when you’re around. You know these to be the genuine deal, and that makes it much worse for you. 

“Babe, I’m sorry! I really didn’t mean it like that, I promise. I’m here to see you, too, it’s not just to see your dad.” 

“Because we’re best friends,” she says. 

“Of course we are.” You open your hands. “Of course.” 

She finally takes your hands, despite her tears. Her face has turned dark with a hot flush, embarrassment twisting her lips into an expression that turns your heart. 

“I’m sorry for what I said,” you whisper. “Can you forgive me? You’re so important to me, Amanda.” 

Spencer appears behind her looking like a deer caught in bright headlights. You ignore him, giving Amy’s fingers a rolling squeeze. 

“I thought we were best friends– and– and–” She sucks in a shaky breath as a fresh crest of tears fall. “I thought you were here to see me.” 

“I am here to see you.” 

You’ve done loads of things with Amy without Spencer’s involvement. If he sleeps in, you and Amy watch cartoons together in your pyjamas eating breakfast burritos. You’ve babysat her on short notice, you had her for a sleepover once so he could give a talk in Michigan. You and Amy do tons of things without her father, like eating peeled grapes, and jigsaw puzzles while he reads, and girl talk. You cuddle. 

Poor girl. 

“Amy, I love you.” 

“You do?” 

“So much!” You wipe the tears from her chin. 

“I didn’t know that– that dad was your boyfriend,” she says bashfully. 

“Me and your dad started as best friends, that’s why. He’s my second bestest friend ever.” 

“Who’s number one?” she asks. 

You poke her chest gently. “Who do you think?” 

She nods and looks down. She wipes her cheeks, and that’s what upsets you the most in the whole ordeal. Her hands look small and uncoordinated. 

“You okay, angel?” Spencer asks, coming up from behind to hug her. 

“Sorry,” she says. 

“It’s okay. Crying is okay,” he murmurs. “What happened?” 

“I didn’t know you were boyfriend and girlfriend.” 

“I’m sorry, I thought you knew,” Spencer says, giving her arm a soft up and down, “when I told you we were dating I should’ve been more clear about what that means. I’m very sorry we confused you.” 

“It’s good!” she says, sniffling, pressing a little sob into Spencer’s chest. 

You bite your cheek. You really hadn’t meant to do this to her, just she’s as empathetic as her father. She’s a bubbling mess against him. 

You look at Spencer. It’s your fault, you misspoke, and you’re asking him to save you as a kindness. 

“What’s making you cry, sweetheart?” he whispers, pulling her right into his chest. 

“I just wanted to be her best friend.” 

“You are,” he whispers, nose against her temple, “I might be her boyfriend, but you think she likes me so much she’s here every single weekend? No way. She sees me every day at work, she doesn’t need to come over if all she wants to do is see me. But you know who she doesn’t see at work?” 

“Me…” 

“Exactly. She comes here every weekend to be with you, so we can all be together. Okay?” 

“Okay,” she says, taking in another shaky breath. 

“Are you crying because you’re still upset, or because it’s just a feeling?” he asks softly, slowly. “It’s okay if you’re still sad, but maybe we need to have some water?” 

“Okay,” she says, stretching it into one big cry. 

“Could I give you a hug?” you ask. You’re lost. 

She nods. Spencer says, “Okay, you guys hug and I’ll go get my Amy a glass of water.” 

You fold Amy into an embrace carefully. She’s heavy with her upset but she wants the hug, her arms at your sides as she rubs her nose against your shoulder. “Amy,” You say, taking a pause to brush her hair from her warm neck, “I’m sorry, angel. I really am. I didn’t mean to upset you.” 

She sounds just like her dad as she replies. “I didn’t mean to cry.” 

“Well, that’s okay! If I thought you didn’t want to be my friend either I would be just as upset.” 

“You would?” 

“Amy, do you know how much I love seeing you? I would sit here and watch TV and peel grapes with you every day of the week, I’d love to…” You hope Spencer won’t mind what you’re about to suggest. “In fact, maybe you and I need to do more things together, what do you think? When was the last time we went to Penny’s Ice Cream Parlour?” 

She looks up at you with love and apt suspicion. “You just want me to feel better.” 

“Of course I do. I should be allowed to take my favourite girl for ice cream, right?” 

Spencer hesitates in the kitchen with the fairy glass half full. You’re stroking Amy’s hair away from her neck, so sorry, and so lovely. He couldn’t want anything more in life than Amy, but if he got to choose, he would love to have you, and to have you treat her as you are now, nothing but affection in your touch as you soothe her overstimulation. “We can go alone?” Amy asks. 

“Sure, bubby, we can go just you and me. Banana splits?” 

Spencer loves her, but he loves ice cream, too. “Wait, why can’t I come?”