#Nia wants...fuck girl make up your mind

[somethings-monstrous]

Us: *Jam packed into the front, rapid switching, blurry af*

Stomach: *growls* 🥺🥺

Us: *freezes*....oh no

[alvojake]

Needy Girl | Y.JW

「pairing」 : bf!jungwon x fem!reader 「word count」 : 1.4k

「synopsis」 : jungwon had invited you over just to spend his time studying while you sat on his bed, watching him. after growing bored, you came up with the perfect plan to distract him, and it worked, just not how you anticipated.

「genre」 : smut

「warnings」 : MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!, cussing, oral (m. receiving), slight fingering, cum eating, face fucking, petnames (doll, babe...), slight choking, small amount of unprotected sex at the end, derogatory names (slut, whore...), degradation, lmk if I missed anything!!

「notes」 : this was originally supposed to be a hard thought because of this picture, but my inability to write anything small strikes once again... also this is for the lovely nia (@intromortal) as payback for those links you sent in the gc :>

You started to wonder why your boyfriend even invited you over to his dorm if all he was going to do was focus on his studies. Maybe it was because he just wanted your company, but you weren't sure. 

However, what you did know was that you were getting bored and needy, having been deprived of your boyfriend's touch all week due to finals. Just when you thought you would finally get your boyfriend's touch, kiss, dick. It was pulled out of your reach once more. 

"Wonnie..." you whined out once more, draping your arms over his shoulder, face buried in his neck. "When are you gonna be done? I'm bored." 

Jungwon sighed, dropping the pen that sat between his fingers to grab your wandering hands. His eyes closed, trying to keep his cool. In the span of just two hours, you had distracted him countless times.

"Doll, I told you that I'd be all yours as soon as I was done." He spoke with a tinge of annoyance in his tone. Pouting, you pulled your face out of his neck and rested your chin on his shoulder. 

"But you've been studying for the past two hours. Can't you take a break?" you grumbled, fingers toying with the fabric of his shirt.

Jungwon inhaled deeply, pulling your hands away from his body and pushing you back a bit. His actions caused you to glare at him, and you started to grow annoyed. 

"This exam is important, y/n. I can't waste any time lounging around." He didn't even spare you a glance as he picked his pen back up and returned to the textbook that lay before him. 

Biting your tongue, you stomped back over to the bed and flopped down with a huff. Staring at the ceiling, you thought about what you could do. Going home was always an option, but that seemed like the easy way out. 

No, you wanted to get your boyfriend's attention regardless of how you went about it. 

Turning your head, your eyes landed on your boyfriend's slouched form. The pen was hanging from his lips as he read something, and he looked lost in thought. Your eyes then trailed down to his bouncing thigh, the motion bringing back memories of when he would make you ride his thigh. The images make you squeeze your thighs together, your panties growing wet. 

Your eyes then go to the slight tent in his sweatpants, and your mouth wateres at the sight. Just then, an idea pops into your mind, causing you to sit up, a smirk tugging on the corner of your lips. 

Getting off of the bed, you slowly make your way over to Jungwon's desk, trying not to gain his attention. Which with some kind of miracle that you hadn't. 

Dropping to your knees, you crawled under the desk, making sure not to touch him just yet. Pulling your bottom lip between your teeth, you move between his spread legs, hands falling on his thighs. Jungwon let out a sharp gasp, his body jolting at your touch.

"What are you doing, babe?" his voice was strained. His eyes fell on you as he pushed his chair back slightly.

You just gave him an innocent smile, "Don't worry about me; go back to your studying since it's so important."

Jungwon bit his tongue as your hands wandered up his thighs, dangerously close to his clothed dick. He tried his best to ignore your antics while he went back to his papers. However, your fingers slipping past the waistband of his sweats was very, very distracting. 

Your fingertips were cold on his skin as you tugged the fabric down until his semi-hard dick was pulled from its confines. A choked groan was pulled from his lips as you wrapped your fingers around him, pumping languidly. His hips bucked into your hand as your thumb brushed over his tip, a deep groan falling from his lips. 

Then your movements stopped, causing him to look down at you with furrowed eyebrows and question why you had stopped. 

"Focus on your work won," your tone was flat as you brought your face closer to his hardening dick. 

"How am I supposed to focus when you're- fuck." his body shivered when you pressed your tongue against the underside of his cock, licking a long stripe up to his tip, "when you got your pretty mouth on my dick?"

Humming at the slight taste of his pre-cum, the vibrations making Jungwon's thighs tense, eyes rolling back slightly. 

You couldn't help but smirk internally, knowing you had him in the palm of your hand. Watching as his head falls back when you wrap your cherry red lips around his tip, sucking lightly. 

"F-Fuckkk!" Jungwon's fingers dropped the pen before threading through your hair, keeping your mouth on him. 

Your thighs squeezed together at the feeling of him growing harder in your mouth. Your panties were soaked through with arousal under your miniskirt, begging for attention. 

A muffled whine vibrated around Jungwon's cock as your fingers slipped under your skirt, toying with your clit. Tilting his head back up, jungwon's hooded eyes fell back on you, taking in your closed eyes and flushed face, but then he noticed where your other hand was.

"Are you touching yourself?" he growled, hand pushing your head down until his tip hit the back of your throat, making you gag, the construction of your throat making him groan. "such an impatient little slut."

Tears brimmed in your eyes as his hips bucked up into your mouth, his hands keeping your head in place. Your nails dug into his thighs as you pulled away from your pussy. 

"Shit..." jungwon breathed out, head falling back once more as he continued to fuck your throat, soaking in all of your incoherent noises and gargles as you choked on his dick.

Your eyes rolled back as you pressed your tongue to the underside of his throbbing dick, humming softly. The vibrations caused the dark-haired male's body to shiver, a deep, guttural groan falling from his parted lips. 

"Fuck 'm gonna cum, yeah," he thrusts his hips up further, making you choke even more on his dick, tears streaming down your face to mix with the spit and pre-cum that covered your chin. "Since you're such a needy whore, you better take it all." he hissed, bucking his hips one last time before he spilled his seed deep in your throat. 

You tried to swallow as much as you could, but his tip continuously hitting the back of your throat as he rolled his hips made it quite hard to do so. Resulting in some spilling past your lips and down your chin before dripping onto your chest. 

With a few more small thrusts, Jungwon finally pulled you off of his cock, allowing you to breathe. Pushing himself away from the desk, he took in your disheveled appearance. Your hair was messy while your face was covered in tears, spit, and cum. Your eyes, however, still looked at him with need, causing him to smirk. 

Spreading his legs, he took his semi-hard dick in his hand, pumping slowly, using your saliva and his cum as a lubricant. Titling his head slightly, he looked at you with a sinister gleam in his eye, motioning for you to come forward.

"Get up here and ride me like the desperate, needy slut that you are." His words stung in all the good ways, only leaving you dripping in your panties even more. Scrambling to your feet, you quickly straddle his lap, hands on his shoulders. 

Lifting your hips, you reach down to move your panties to the side, far too desperate to take them off. Jungwon then lined the tip of his dick with your dripping entrance, but his grip on your hip kept you from sinking down onto him. You started to let out a whine but were quickly silenced when his hand wrapped around your neck, pulling your face closer to his.

"And you better not cum until I tell you to, got that doll?" he growled, his warm breath fanning over your wet face. You were quick to nod, keeping your eyes on him, but they soon rolled to the back of your head as he pulled you down onto him in one fell swoop, a choked moan tearing from your lungs.

You didn't move for a moment, trying to adjust, but jungwon was far too impatient and rolled his hips into yours, pulling a high-pitched moan from your lips. His hands find your ass underneath your skirt, squeezing harshly.

"Better get to work, or you won't be cumming anytime soon," he smirked as he watched you struggle to ride him, already knowing it was going to be a long night.

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[msbigredmachine]

Warm (Jey Uso/OC)

An on-again, off-again couple takes the snowy ride to the next town together.

PAIRING: Jey Uso x OC

Word Count: 6.3k

Warning: The usual smut and everything in between.

A/N: First fic of the year! Enjoy!

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"Hey girl, got a sec?"

Looking up to see Nia standing right in front of her, Malia stood up straighter. The locker room was full of her friends and fellow wrestlers, all done for the evening and packing up to leave the arena. "What's up?"

"I totally forgot that I agreed to carpool with Maxxine after the show," she said as they exited the locker room together. "I'm really sorry, it totally slipped my mind."

"Oh, that sucks," Malia said, a little disappointed as Nia was great company. "It's no big deal. I'll figure something out."

"Are you sure? It's starting to snow out there. Will you be okay on your own?"

"Alone on the road with full control of the heating and my own playlist?" Malia laughed. "I'll be fine."

Nia nodded. "Okay. I feel bad, so I'll ask around and see if anyone needs a ride. That way you can split the bills and stuff," she offered, pausing when she looked over Malia's shoulder. "Oooh, look who's coming our way," she grinned.

Curious, Malia turned around, and her heart skipped a beat as Josh Fatu walked in their direction, his carry-on behind him and his phone in front of him. She plastered an unbothered expression on her face and turned back to Nia, but the Irresistible Force saw right through the facade.

"Girl, you're blushing already!" she cackled. "You and him still fucking?"

"No, I'm not blushing. And no, we're not fucking," Not lately anyway, Malia added to herself, fluffing her Afro as nonchalantly as possible.

"Liar. You two crack me up, you're totally in love with each other but keep acting like you're not. I did warn you about the whole friends-with-benefits thing."

She did. And Malia caught feelings and had been trying to run from those feelings since. But not with much success, given that she and Josh were both part of the Monday Night Raw roster and lived in the same goddamn city which gave him plenty of access to her. The problem was she was falling in love and he wasn't, so she tried to save face by imposing an extended 'break' from each other, under the guise of 'seeing other people'. Being alone with him on a long midnight drive wasn't going to help her cause to break away.

"It's a three-hour trip from here to Cleveland. Think you can hold off for that long if you go together?" Nia asked, a little too gleefully for Malia's taste.

"Stop with the slander. You make it sound like I'm this raging nympho," she rebuffed.

"When it comes to him? Yes! I've witnessed it! You jump each other's bones every chance you get. How you guys aren't official, I'll never understand. He's getting closerrrr," Nia sang, clearly enjoying the way Malia was trying not to squirm. "Let me go talk to him."

Malia started to panic as Nia moved towards him. "Where are you going?" she warned, "Nia, no!"

"Um, you want a ride or not? Hey, Joshyyyy!"

"Savelina!" Malia hissed, falling silent when Josh looked up from his phone, his gaze lingering on her for a long, tense beat before moving to Nia. "Sup ladies," he said, tipping his bearded chin up in greeting. His jaw moved repeatedly, and she saw he was chewing gum when he opened his mouth to speak. Juicy Fruit, she predicted. His favorite.

"I heard you're driving by yourself tonight," Nia said to him.

His eyebrows rose skeptically. "Yeah..."

"You want a passenger? Cuz my girl over here needs someone to ride with, in more ways than one..."

"Lina, shut up," Malia cut in, stepping in front of her and meeting Josh head-on. "Forgive our friend, Becky hit her in the head too many times tonight," she explained, her insides warming when Jey laughed. "I was supposed to carpool with bitch over here but she made other plans and left me stranded. So umm...if you're going alone, would you mind if I tagged along?" Why the fuck did she sound like she was asking him to Prom?

Again, the air around them simmered with an unknown element. When he took longer than usual to respond, her heart sank a little. "It's cool if you don't want to, I can find someone else-"

"Nah, it's all good, uce, you can come along," he spoke up with a smile. "But I'm 'bout to leave right now, so if you ready-"

"I am," Malia answered, a bit too quickly, and flushed with embarrassment when the corner of his mouth curled upward in a bemused smile. It was then she realized that Nia had disappeared, leaving the two standing alone in the empty hallway.

"Uhh...We should get going," Malia spoke up, scratching awkwardly at the nape of her curly Afro.

Josh nodded, pausing as his eyes scanned her up and down again. "This what you wearin'?" he inquired.

She made a quick, albeit thorough twirl to show off her outfit, a short, figure-hugging beige dress accompanied by a black pair of furry knee-high Uggs. "Yeah, why? What's wrong with it?"

"It's a lil' chilly, no? I mean, don't get me wrong, you look real good, it's just-" Catching himself, he trailed off nervously before he could say anything else inappropriate.

"My jacket is right here, I'll be fine. But if I do get too cold, I'm sure you can keep me warm." Her smile was syrupy sweet as she let the innuendo sink in. The awkwardness was melting away, leaving only the sexual synergy they were both accustomed to.

Josh chuckled to himself and stepped closer to her. "A'ight, I see what'chu tryna do," he said in a lower, huskier timbre that made her loins flutter. "Let's get outta here before I do sum'n we'll both like."

She wanted to ask what was stopping him but instead took the hand he held out to her. It was big and protective and the gentle way he rubbed his thumb over hers always made her feel safe. Together they left the building and into the indoor parking lot. He helped her put her things in the trunk of his Ford Expedition rental, and she fought the urge to stare at his ass when he bent over.

As they began their journey, her gaze landed on her on-again, off-again 'boyfriend', his own fixed on the road ahead. Wearing a fitting dual-colored Nike tracksuit, he looked yummy himself. The hand that had held hers was now on the steering wheel, and she found herself wishing it was touching her again but on a more risqué part of her body this time. They were on a 'break' but she envisioned a lot of difficulty keeping things platonic tonight.

"Since when do you listen to Bon Jovi?" She broke the ice several minutes later, talking over the eighties rock ballad that was playing on the radio and was surprised it hadn't been turned off. "You always used to tell me to change that shit," she laughed.

"They not so bad, they got some good workout songs," he defended with a shrug. "How come you didn't take a flight tonight?" he asked.

She gave a shrug of her own. "I don't know. I probably should have. But with the weather and everything, there'd probably be tons of delays at the airport. I would have ended up sitting there all night. How about you?"

"Same. I prefer the open road anyway," he replied. "Drive fast, blast some good music, you know what it is." He shot her a grin, making selections on the GPS. "Everything good? You comfortable?"

Smoothing her dress down her crossed legs, she nodded and tilted her seat back. "Yeah, I'm good," she responded.

"So how was Christmas? Whatchu do? Spend time with your man?" Josh asked.

Malia snorted and flipped her hair. "Ain't no man. He's an insecure bum so he's gone. I stayed with my brother and his family for a few days, played with my nieces, they're so big now."

He wanted to feel bad about the way his heart leapt for joy about her relationship status. "I told you he was a bum from the jump, uce," he mumbled.

"Well, you were right. Congrats," she bit sarcastically.

"I ain't wanna be right though. I just want you to be happy," said Josh, exchanging a glance with her, his stare filled with its familiar warmth that was charged with something else.

Being here is a bad idea.

"What about you? You were with your boys and their mom, I'm guessing," she kept the conversation going.

"More of the boys, less of their mom," he clarified.

"That's it? No woman to warm your bed?"

He snorted and shot her a bombastic side-eye. "If I remember clearly, you sent the last woman I was with packin', with your razor-sharp ass tongue."

Malia burst out laughing. "Ha, that bitch? She's a clout-chasing airhead. One conversation with her and my IQ got fucked up. Stop messin' with those NXT bimbos, Joshua. It's not a good look."

"Why you so pressed though?" He had an idea, but he wanted to hear it straight from the horse's mouth.

"I'm not pressed. You smarter than that. She wasn't good for you."

"And you know this, how?"

Because she ain't me. None of them are. "I just know," was all she said.

"Huh. We seem to 'know' a lot about each other," Josh noted, "So why don't you want us to stay together?" he asked.

And there it is. "You already know the answer," she responded, with a hint of attitude.

"No I don't, so how 'bout you fill me in, huh," he retorted. They had stopped at a red light so he now had all the time to look her in the eye.

Exhaling a heavy sigh, she refused to get suckered in. "Because. Your roster is deep enough as it is," she mumbled.

"What roster?"

Malia huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. "Oh, we gonna play dumb now? I'm not the only woman you're fucking, Joshua."

"The last person I had sex with was you, right before you dumped me for ol' boy," Josh replied, annoyance creeping into his tone.

"Correction. I did not dump you. Dumping implies that we were dating," Malia argued. "I distinctly remember you saying you weren't looking for nothin' serious, so it ain't dumping if there's no relationship to dump."

The silence that followed was deafening, even with the music playing. The temperature in the car plummeted several degrees. Josh simply shook his head. "Damn, that how you feel all this time? Okay then." he tsked, releasing the brakes as the light turned green. "A'ight. Note taken."

The hurt swirling in his voice surprised her. Rattled, she opened her mouth to speak, but wisely decided to close it back. Because there really was nothing to say. This was the consequence of getting involved with someone without setting clear boundaries; the result of repeatedly holding off the simple task of defining a relationship — nothing but uncertainty and heartache. It was the bed she made long ago and now she had to lie in it.

But oddly enough, that seemed to be the appeal of entanglements; the thrill, the warped sense of freedom to do whatever you wanted to each other with no strings. But intimacy always had its attachments, and Malia had been attached to Josh for a long, long time with no idea how to cut the strings without getting hurt.

"The snow seems to be getting worse," she changed the subject and with good reason. They seemed to be driving into a storm. The snowfall was heavier and the nearly empty highway was turning white. "Are you sure we'll make it into Cleveland like this?"

Her question was answered only a few seconds later, by the flashing lights and flares up ahead. A car wreck, and a bad one judging from the amount of fire, rescue, and police crews on the scene. As Josh slowed the car to a crawl, they were greeted by a gruesome tableau.

The many bright, flashing lights cast a grotesque glow on the crumpled remains of an SUV. A black bag, zipped and strapped to a stretcher, was being loaded into the back of an ambulance. Malia's eyes widened with horror. The mangled car was the same type as theirs, and the driver's seat was covered in blood, a lot of it splattered on the white snow. "Oh no...Babe..." she breathed.

Her voice was tiny. Scared. Josh grabbed her hand and squeezed it repeatedly to get her attention. "Ay, don't look. Look at me," he cajoled, waiting for her to do so, running his thumb over hers to quell her panic. "I'll take the next exit. Let's find somewhere to crash until morning." He cringed. "Bad choice of words. Sorry."

"You don't mind stopping?" she asked, feeling a little sick. There was no way she was going any further with what she'd just witnessed.

"Personally, I'd rather be late gettin' where I'm going than never gettin' there at all."

"I agree. I'll check if there's any available hotels nearby," she offered, reaching for her phone in the console.

"You good?" he checked on her again, his fingers flexing around hers.

"I'm okay. It's just...that was horrible," Malia shuddered. "But you calmed me down. You've always been good at that." She smiled gratefully at him.

"Mm-hmm," he mumbled, as he lifted the back of her hand to his lips in a gentle kiss. He then rested his hand on her bare leg, running it up her smooth chocolate skin. Ironically, her dress gave him perfect access to the sensitivity of her inner thigh, and he allowed his fingers to dance over it.

Malia cast her eyes down to watch his hand disappear under her dress. This was what she liked about him so much; his boldness, his sense of adventure. Only he could dare to touch on her while driving on a dark, sleety highway. "Boy, what are you doin'?" she asked as he squeezed her thigh. She tried to play it cool, tried to act like her skin had not been set ablaze by his touch.

"Keepin' you warm," he affirmed nonchalantly, as he slid his palm over her lace panties, his favorite on her, enjoying the feel of her moist warmth against the fabric. He had since learned that he couldn't stay mad at her for long. "I miss you," he whispered, breaching her underwear with one finger.

"I miss you too," she admitted, jerking as the finger slipped inside of her. "Oh, shit," she gasped, tilting her head back against the leather headrest.

"Phew, you wet as fuck," Josh whistled, eyeing up his ex with a Cheshire Cat-like grin. "Ol' boy wasn't fuckin' you like he should?"

Before she could answer, he slid another digit into her wetness, drawing another moan from her. She moved her legs further apart, causing her dress to ride higher up, and grabbed his wrist with both hands. "Fuck, yeah," she sighed, going slack in her seat.

Maybe it wasn't the brightest idea, Josh realized, as the sound of her wanton moans filled the car. As her pussy tightened around his fingers. He wasn't doing much for his own erect state by doing this, but the look on her face convinced him to keep going. He leaned over and kissed her cheek, keeping his eyes on the road. "How's that feel, hmm?" he asked.

The only response she could muster was another breathy moan while strengthening her grip on his wrist. She didn't want to come just yet, but between his fingers twisting deep inside her tightening core and the added heat rushing through her, she knew she wouldn't last long. She wanted this to last forever, just like every time she was with him; she clung desperately to every second, because each one was always better than the last. He just hit different. He always did.

The spell broke when she heard him curse and he abruptly stopped, slipping his fingers out of her. "The fuck?" she whined.

"Sorry, I had to," Josh explained, pointing. The smoky haze of passion and frustration cleared quickly enough for her to realize they had left the expressway and were now pulling into the parking lot of a hotel. Crossing her arms petulantly, she sat up straighter and pouted. "Goddamn tease. You ain't slick," she grumbled.

"Nope. But you are," he emphasized, holding up his fingers covered in her essence and bringing them to his mouth. "Mmm, sweet and spicy, like always."

His dirty snicker had her pussy clenching again. This man was going to be the death of her.

Parking the Expedition in front of the hotel door, they rushed in with their bags to the check-in desk and found the exhausted-looking receptionist behind the counter. It was clear they'd had a massive influx of people and that she was the only one handling everything.

"You're just in luck. We have one room left," the lady replied when Josh asked her if they had any vacancies. "It's probably our smallest room and only has one queen-sized bed, but it's perfect for a lovely couple like yourselves," she smiled warmly.

"We'll take it," Josh responded, handing over his credit card before Malia could reject it. Given the state of the weather outside and that horrendous crash they came across, it was likely the best, safest option.

They got the keycards and made a quick stop at the nearby Chipotle to get some food. Josh paid again, boxing Malia against the counter with his big frame and frowning menacingly at the cashier who had the nerve to flirt with her. Though there technically was no territory to mark, she didn't mind. Besides, it was cold outside and his body heat was inviting and much needed. Afterwards, they returned to the hotel and made it into the small room that was warm, toasty, and quite clean, making them feel a bit better that they wouldn't be stuck in some Bates Motel-type murder house.

"Last time we were stuck in a room together, we spent all afternoon working out how many pinning combinations we could make each other come in," Malia reminisced as she bit into her burrito.

"Yeah. I remember winning," Josh grinned proudly. "You can have the bed, by the way," he gestured to her. "Imma sleep on the couch, give you some space."

"Why?" Malia gave him a stern look. "The bed is big enough for both of us. Plus, your back will be fucked up if you sleep on that lil ass couch."

She wasn't wrong; the couch felt rather firm and it wouldn't be pleasant. Josh was trying to be a gentleman, but he ultimately agreed since driving tomorrow with a backache did not sound ideal.

After finishing their meals, they settled in, and Malia texted the Talent Relations rep to inform them of her and Josh's whereabouts. Unfortunately, the weather forecast on TV was pretty grim as they were expecting upwards of forty inches of snow. Getting to their destination in time tomorrow would be a tough ask.

Josh used the bathroom first to give Malia some privacy. When he re-emerged, she was stripped down to a short white bathrobe that did nothing to hide that body of hers, giving him a little peek of her voluptuous behind as she picked up her toilet bag.

Fuck.

"Babe, do you got a spare shirt I can sleep in?" She stood back upright, her throat drying up at the sight of his towel hanging low on his hips. She watched the rivulets of water drip down his tattooed chest and felt parched.

Josh swallowed. "Sure, I got somethin'." He crossed the room, reached inside his open luggage and pulled out a 'YEET' hoodie. "This okay?"

He gazed into her eyes, and Malia felt her knees quiver, almost like they were threatening to collapse beneath her. "Yeah, thanks," she smiled, taking the hoodie.

"You called me babe again." There was a small, teasing smile on his face.

Malia felt her face burn. "Oh, um...Yeah. Habit. Sorry..." Lost for words, she quickly departed, silently willing her limbs to not give out on her.

Waiting until the door had closed behind her, Josh sank down on the bed and tried to focus on the TV. He could hear her moving around. Brushing her teeth. Undressing. Rubbing his face, he groaned when he heard the shower start. After their argument in the car and what he did afterwards, his emotions were all over the place, and now they had to share this bed. Keeping his hands to himself was going to be a tough ask.

Keep your hands to yourself, Malia repeated to herself over and over as she finished up her skincare routine. It's just one night. Behave yourself. What happened in the car meant nothing.

Yes it did, the voice she fondly named 'Delulu', debated, He misses you, he said so himself. That's why he acted the way he did in the car. That's why he almost bit that cashier's head off in Chipotle.

She had a point. She recalled the full-blown lust in his eyes as he touched her, the eager movement of his fingers inside her as though he couldn't stop himself. Overall, it felt good to know he wasn't quite over her just as she wasn't quite over him.

Don't do it, her other voice, dubbed 'You Right' because it always was, warned. You're just his plaything, always have been. Why do you want to play house with a guy who doesn't love you like you love him? He just misses the pussy. That's it.

Good point.

But I miss the dick too! 'Delulu' pouted.

'You Right' rolled her eyes. Too bad. Take another shower, a cold one this time.

With a heavy sigh, Malia wrapped up her hair and put on her pajamas for the night. The hoodie was big on her, reaching her thighs. She decided against panties, having made up her mind about the voice she was going to listen to.

She returned to the warmth of the bedroom, instantly landing on the ruggedly handsome man stretched out on the left side of the bed. His favorite side. His gaze flickered from the TV to her, his lips twitching into a small smile.

"You make my merch look so sexy, baby," he commented.

"Why thank you Daddy," she replied, then froze, her eyes wide. Shit, did she just say that out loud? Judging from the heated look in his eyes, the answer was yes. The tension in the room could be cut with a knife as they regarded each other.

Sitting up straight in the bed, Josh clapped his hands. "A'ight, enough of this. Come here," he growled.

She thought he would never ask. She hurried to the bed and crawled towards him. He sat up straighter and reached for her, their lips crashing together before he had finished pulling her onto his lap. All the weeks of pent-up urges and desires came pouring out of them both as they kissed like the desperate, needy souls they had become. They only pulled back long enough to take off his t-shirt before they embraced again. His bronzed skin was warm underneath her palms, the touch of his hands seemingly burning through the hoodie onto her own.

Without breaking the kiss, Josh shifted so that they were lying on their sides, helping her tug his sweatpants down his hips. Once they were gone, he pulled her tightly against him as he slid his leg between hers, draping her top leg over his waist. He then pushed his hands under her hoodie, his fingers digging into her waist to grind her against his thigh. Malia smiled at his surprised gasp, his realization that she was wearing his merch and only that. She knew he could feel the moistness of her core, smearing his upper thigh as their kisses got even more heated. She let him pull off the hoodie, and Josh's eyes blazed with need as he gathered her right breast in his hand and devoured it with sucks and licks. Meanwhile her hand wrapped around his dick, stroking for a few moments before easing him inside her.

"Oh, shit," Josh froze, his expression slightly panicked, "I ain't got-"

"Calm down, I still got my IUD. You good." She kissed his lips and reared back a little, letting him push fully inside her, and he ripped his mouth from hers in a low groan and tucked his face in her neck.

"Fuck, Malia..."

She moaned with him, gripping his muscular shoulders as he moved inside her, and groaned again when his hand scraped down her back to squeeze her ass cheek tightly.

"Mmmph..."

"Yeah, I know you like that," he whispered, slapping her ass this time, his breath hot and heavy against her face. "Say my name baby, call out for me."

"Joshua...Daddy..."

"Mm-hmm, I love it. God, you're fuckin' beautiful," he said, his voice rough with need as he tongue-kissed her slowly, matching his grinding thrusts, sending chills running all over her body.

"Ohhh," she gasped, tensing in his arms, bewildered by her desire for him.

"Relax. I gotchu," he promised with another hungry, borderline sloppy kiss. He was nearing the pit of her stomach with his lengthening strokes, but he wanted more. He held up her thick thigh, automatically sliding him even deeper inside her. A big smile lit up his face as her mouth fell open; he knew she could feel all of it, the head of his dick toying with her g-spot, her breathing quickening as her slick moisture made its presence known with every push of his dick into her.

"Hear that?" Josh whispered, "Hear how wet you are?"

Malia dug her nails into his skin, staccato breaths pulling from her lungs as he rammed up into her again and again. "Shit," she whined, "Aw fuck, please don't stop," she begged, tears gathering in her eyes at the thought of him ceasing his actions.

"I ain't stoppin' baby." He couldn't seem to stop kissing her, doing it again as he increased his speed, his dick all up in her wet pussy. The sensations were dizzying, taking her to another dimension. "Uuuunh," she cried out with a shudder, the flutter of her pussy around his cock sending shockwaves of pleasure through her.

"You wanna come, babe? Wanna come for Daddy huh?" He pressed his forehead against hers, his hypnotic eyes holding her gaze as her whimpers for him grew louder. "Come, Malia," he urged with gritted teeth, his heart pounding from the emotions vibrating through him. "Come, baby girl. Nut on Daddy's dick. You look so beautiful when you come."

Malia heard what sounded like waves crashing in her ears. Immediately her body seized up, and her voice was a high-pitched cry as the pleasure ripped through her. Moaning his name repeatedly, her head fell back and she saw stars as the bliss took over.

Man, she missed being touched like this, kissed like this...fucked like this.

Still trembling, she was vaguely aware of him pulling out, letting her leg down and rolling on top of her. Stroking her face, he stared at her with a mix of wonder and tenderness and something else she couldn't quite determine in his eyes.

"What?" she pressed.

Josh licked his lips, looked away for a second and then back at her.

"I love you."

She expected to be shocked, stunned by his declaration. Instead, it felt more like a eureka moment, like she had finally cracked a passcode she had been struggling with for eons, like the world had at last righted itself after an eternity of confusion.

"What took you so long?" she asked, emotion seeping through her tone.

"I don't know," he confessed, and when her brows furrowed, he elaborated. "I just know I can't do this no more. I'm fuckin' tired. I been feelin' this way for too long. You the only one that makes me feel like this."

"Like how?" she breathed. She wanted to hear it, wanted to know if his agony has been anything similar to hers for the past couple of months.

"Like I'm empty inside when I'm not with you. Even when I'm with someone else, I feel like I'm cheating on you," he went on, suddenly feeling free, unburdened. "I can't stop thinking about you, can't function...I don't just want sex, Malia. That's all good but I wanna be your man. For real this time. I want you."

There it was again, that intensity in his eyes that never failed to steal what was left of her breath. If this was a dream, she did not want to wake up. "I love you too. I wanna be with you. Let's not break up ever again. I don't like not being around you," she admitted.

"Same here," he said, covering her mouth with his. This kiss was so passionate, so deep and all-consuming, that she struggled to hang on to her sanity. She groaned against his mouth as he found his way back inside her with a couple of swift, seamless strokes. Her wetness instantly enveloped him again, prompting his hips to roll seemingly on their own accord. Malia wound her arms around him, holding him as close to her as possible. There was no more talk after that, letting their bodies do the talking, writhing together as if they were meant to exist that way.

"Wrap your legs around me, baby," he told her.

Immediately, she wound them around his waist with her ankles locked tight behind his lower back as he rocked into her. She moved with him, matching his tempo in a sweet symphony. There was no space between their flesh; and whatever tiny space remained was closed off with delicious, decadent kisses with lots of tongue. They savored every second in each other, every gasp and moan they elicited from the other. Her wetness compromised the friction between them as his dick slipped in and out of her with ease that still kept her walls snug and taut around him.

"God, you feel so good, baby," she moaned in his ear, weaving her fingers through his soft hair, anchoring him to her as though fearful that he would slip away at any given moment.

"I can feel you dripping all over my dick. You make me wanna pound this good pussy," he mumbled against her neck, his tongue swiping over her heated skin.

"Then pound it," she murmured, spearing him with a hot, hungry look when their eyes met. "Pound my pussy, Daddy, I need it," she practically begged, her voice a pleading whine.

"Bet." Caressing her thighs for a few seconds, he then propped her legs on each of his broad shoulders. Her gaze met the ceiling, clouded over with lust as he hunched over her, working his big dick in her. All she could see within the bluish hue of the small room was his larger, muscular body looming over her, like a glowing, almost nightclub-like dreamscape. His chest tattoos were a beautiful mural that she couldn't stop herself from worshiping, and she leaned up to drag her tongue along his nipple, flicking the hard bud playfully as she caressed his triceps. She was rewarded with harder snaps of his hips, his balls mashing against her ass from how deep he was digging. Every time she tried to look at it, she would grow weak from the sensitivity and fall back against the bed.

"Fuck, Joshua..."

"Mmhmm, I know it feel good. Your tight little pussy is creaming for me," he rasped. Holding her down to the bed, he circled his hips while buried in her for good measure, making her pussy greedily grip the entirety of his girthy length and wringing moans of pleasure from both of them. Dipping her hand down between her thighs, she rubbed on her clit only for her eyes to roll back as an intense fire lit inside her like a firework. Then, clearly intending to destory her, he sat back on his knees and wrapped his arms around her thighs, holding them to his chest as he thrust faster and harder.

"Oh my god," Malia sighed, planting one hand up against the headboard to steady herself. She could feel her breasts bouncing recklessly with each stroke, felt his long fingers grab one and massage it in his hands, then the other, arousing her even more. His dick pulsed inside her as she tightened around him with increasing frequency. She willingly let him take her as he wanted, because she wanted to feel all of him, savor the sight of him breaking down and plunging headfirst into that secret place of pleasure that belonged to them and them alone.

The tricky part was Josh wanted to take her there first. He switched up again by pinning her knees into the pillow on either side of her head, opening her wide. He fucked her like a man possessed, the force of his movements knocking the bed hard and repeatedly against the wall. His hard, pounding thrusts had her pushing her face into the pillow and screaming into it. They hoped the room was soundproof. Either way, he didn't stop, not until the coil inside her body unraveled, and Malia screamed again as she came, hard and hot, her orgasm flushing through her like a tidal wave. It was the sweetest, the realest, the product of the joining of not just their bodies, but something deeper, too.

Josh must have been thinking the same thing, because when he stopped to stare her down again with those beautiful eyes of his, they glittered with warmth and affection. They gazed at each other, the stunned joy of their shared feelings morphing into something richer, something fiercer. He really did love her, she could see it right there on his face. She didn't quite know how she managed to miss it before.

The air between them thickened as they remembered they were still naked and entwined. Reverting back to their primal, passionate state, Josh moved again, thrusting all up in her dripping tightness. Malia gripped his hips to pull him deeper, her fingers digging into the flesh of his ass as he pounded into her with newfound ruthlessness. The mattress squeaked underneath them, mixing with their moans and whimpers and the wet slapping sounds of their bodies. He was close; his strokes became increasingly erratic, his grunts heavier and more vocal, his cock pulsing inside her pussy and his balls tightening.

"Fuuuck, I'm comin' baby, come catch this nut," he pulled out of her and quickly straddled her torso, stroking his dick in her face. Malia opened her mouth wide and poked out her tongue, watching his gorgeous face twist in painful pleasure as he unloaded in her mouth, thick spurts of his salty sweet cum flooding her tongue. Completely turned on, she rubbed herself with one hand and grabbed his dick with the other, stroking him harder to milk him to the last drop. His deep, throaty groan broke her all over again, plummeting her into another incredible orgasm, brought on by the sheer power of his.

Josh's chest heaved as he watched her slap his dick on her open tongue, coated white with his release. He then ordered in a husky voice, "Swallow it."

Malia obeyed heartily, slipping his cum down her throat then gently sucked him off for a couple of seconds, moaning softly from the unique taste of him mixed with her. Josh fought off the urge to nudge his dick deeper into her mouth and pulled away to lie down next to her. The realization of what had just happened must have hit both of them at the same time, because with one glance at each other, they burst out laughing.

"Damn," was all she had the energy to utter, allowing him to pull her against him as their joint laughter rumbled between them. He fucked the shit out of her. She felt like a brand new woman, even now, as he ran his hands all over her body, gifting her with a breathless kiss to her succulent lips. "I guess Lina's plan worked," she giggled, snuggling against him.

"Yeah," Josh agreed, his features suddenly serious as he carefully tucked a loose piece of her hair back underneath her scarf. "I ain't like how you be pushin' me away, Malia," he grumbled, "Don't be scared of us and what we got."

Not for the first time, she wished she'd been brave enough to express her true feelings. "It's not you I'm scared of... I'm scared of us falling apart if we become serious, and I don't wanna live without you," she confessed.

Josh chuckled and pressed his mouth to each of her palms. "You already can't," he smirked.

She rolled her eyes good-naturedly and smacked his arm. "You don't gotta agree."

"It's the truth though. But like I said, I love you and I'm not going anywhere. I mean that," he promised.

Hearing those three words from him again made her feel all giddy inside. "I love you, too," she whispered, smiling softly against his lips when he dropped a tender kiss to hers.

"How long's it been since we last fucked?" he inquired.

Two months and three weeks, but who was counting? "Couple of months," she answered, keeping it cool.

"Shame on us. I think we can make up for it, right?"

Malia raised an eyebrow when he started to crawl down her body, sprinkling butterfly kisses down her belly until his head was between her legs. Her body flushed with need. "You know we need to go to bed, right?" she questioned, her fingers sneaking into his hair despite her half-hearted protest.

"I know. But this pretty pussy is callin' my name." He winked at her and bit gently on her inner thigh, dangerously close to her throbbing treasure, soothing the skin with a wet lick. Her keening moan was all he needed to hear. "Now lay your sexy ass back and let Daddy eat."

And with that, he bent his head and spread his mouth over her, wiping every rational thought she owned with mind blowing pleasure.

THE END

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[pippytmi]

If you are possibly still doing song promts, not sure if you're into country music however, "Unforgettable" by Thomas Rhett is a very cute, romantic song that I believe will suit Supercorp very well, thank you.

It is a warm, sticky summer night, and the stars have never been clearer.

Kara watches them, wistful and maybe a little buzzed, stretched out in the back of her pickup while Alex flicks bottle caps below at the guys. James and Winn don’t even notice; they’re still arguing over whether they should take whiskey shots or shotgun beers, both staunchly on opposite sides of this dilemma.

“Hey,” a thought occurs to Kara suddenly, “where did Sam go?”

“To find Lena, I think,” Alex says, squinting at her next target with halfhearted commitment as she leans over the side of the truck. When she throws the next cap, it misses Winn entirely. “Damn. Open another beer, Kara, I need another shot.”

“Who’s Lena?” The name is somewhat familiar, but Kara can’t place it immediately.

“The Luthor girl. Sam’s friend, you know her.” Alex leans back to root through their cooler, and comes up with two more beers. “She’s the one who flaked when Sam tried to set up that double-date, remember?”

“Right, and I had to third-wheel you guys all night.” Kara sits up in order to scan the crowd curiously, one question at the forefront of her mind: “Is she related to Lex Luthor?”

“Yes, that’s why I said the Luthor girl,” Alex says like one might say keep up. “She’s his half-sister or something, I don’t know.” She uses the bottle opener on her keys to pop open one of the beers, handing it over to Kara and immediately moving on to her own.

Kara takes a distracted swig as she continues to look out into the crowd. The lights strung through the trees offer very little in terms of visibility, and it’s hard to make out faces. “I didn't know he had a sister,” she says.

“It's not something he exactly advertises.” Alex takes a re-do of her earlier shot now that she has a fresh bottle cap, and this time it nails Winn right on the side of the head. “Hey, losers! Quit fighting and come get a drink!”

“Not unless you have some beer cans we can shotgun!” Winn shouts back.

“No, no, he means we need some Jack Daniel’s,” James interjects, and they’re off again, shoving playfully at each other’s shoulders as if they are going to push each other into the bonfire.

Alex rolls her eyes. “Boys,” she says derisively. “Let’s get Nia instead, she deserves a drink far more than they do.” She reaches over to bang at the truck’s backseat window. “Wake up, sleeping beauty!”

“Whoa, watch it!” Kara almost spills her drink in her haste to bat Alex’s hand away. “Take it easy. I just got her all fixed up.”

“Oh sure, when Siobhan takes a baseball bat to the glass it’s all fine and dandy, but I can’t even give it a tap?”

Kara crinkles her nose. “She thought it was her ex’s car in the dark, come on. You can’t blame her for that.”

“You are also her ex,” Alex says impatiently.

“But not the ex she was trying to get revenge on,” Kara points out. “She even apologized to Brittney. I think you should, too.”

Alex gives her a dirty look. “For the last time, I will not call your car that.”

“Don’t be a hater, Alex.”

“Don’t be a fucking weirdo, then—”

Before Kara can even enact her own revenge for that comment, she is briefly blinded by one of two flashlights aimed at her face. Beside her, Alex yelps and covers her eyes.

“There you guys are,” Sam exclaims. “I got lost trying to remember where we were. Why did you park so far away?”

“To keep our drinks from the masses, mostly,” Alex says, and she hops up over the side of the truck to pull Sam into her arms. “And for privacy.”

“Ew,” Kara says, and Alex glares at her over her shoulder.

“For Nia, who is sleeping.”

“Still?” Sam grins, momentarily distracted, when Alex presses a kiss to her cheek. “I wanted to introduce her to Lena.”

Just like her name, Lena Luthor has something about her face that strikes Kara as vaguely familiar. Something in the shine of her eyes in the moonlight, in the way she bites on her bottom lip, in the slope of her nose and the cut of her jaw and the hint of a dimple in her cheek. Kara has never laid eyes on Lena Luthor before, but she finds herself unable to look away.

The only reason Kara even realizes she's been staring at Lena too long is when she hears her name:

“And this is Kara, she's Alex’s sister. She drove us here.”

Now it's Kara's turn to be stared at—or more accurately, scrutinized. “While drunk?” Lena says.

Kara snaps back to reality. “I'm not drunk,” she hastily denies, lest that somehow affect her chances with impressing Lena (coincidentally, something she had not been concerned with until this very second). “I've only had two beers, I'm practically sober.”

But when anyone else might be skeptical, Lena merely tilts her head curiously. “Okay, if you say so,” she says in a manner that’s almost…amused. Kara counts it as a win, either way.

“So are beers all we have around here?” Sam asks. “Clearly, Lena and I need to catch up to everyone.”

“We also have whiskey,” James chimes in, while Winn makes a show of gagging.

“Yeah, just beer and whiskey,” Alex affirms. “Kara did the shopping, so….”

Kara bends down to lift up their cooler as if it’s a treasure chest. “We also have Mang-O-Ritas,” she says magnanimously, passing it down to James to pop open.

“Just a regular beer for me, then,” Sam says. “Lena will have the Mang-O-Rita.”

“I’ve never had one before,” Lena says, crossing her arms and leaning against the side of the truck as Sam procures her drink. “Are they any good?”

Kara jumps off the truck in order to fully join their circle (and, okay, closer to Lena. Maybe). “They’re awesome. Don’t listen to whatever Alex tells you, she will 100% drink three of these in one sitting.” 

“Only when there’s no other option,” Alex protests.

Lena cracks open her can and takes a cautious sip. “Hm,” she says. “That’s…vile.”

“Poor little rich girl,” Sam coos. “Always such a snob about your liquor.”

“Excuse me for preferring a glass of red over this,” Lena says, but she takes a longer drink immediately afterwards, and Kara falls a little bit in love.

It's always been like that, really—Kara falls in love like breathing air. Eliza used to call her a hopeful romantic because she never liked the term hopeless romantic. (“There is nothing hopeless about finding beauty in everything,” Eliza would promise as she kissed Kara's head. Alex would always be nearby gagging, of course).

Eventually, as the fire begins to die down, they break out the whiskey bottle for shots. Lena, Kara can't help but notice, grimaces at the taste in a way that shouldn't be as cute as it is.

“I need a palate cleanser,” Winn gasps afterwards, ever the drama queen. “Stat.”

“I’ve got one right here for you, it's called Bud Light,” Alex quips.

“Blegh.”

And while Alex and Winn playfully tussle, Kara’s gaze drifts past them and back to Lena. Lena, surprisingly, is looking right back.

“You have grass stains on your jeans,” Lena tells her, and quickly looks away.

Kara glances down. “Oh,” she says, “yeah, it’s the hazard of working on a farm.” She actually got the stains from kneeling down to pet a puppy on the way here, but the farm thing sounds better. “So what do you—” 

She never manages to get the question out, because two cars down, someone screams bloody murder and Kara reflexively whips out the pocket knife in her boot. Everyone else is equally alert, until:

“It’s just fucking Mike Matthews again, falling off that eyesore he calls a truck,” Alex scoffs. 

“Again? They need to impound that thing,” James says.

Kara is about to chime in with her own horror story about Mike’s truck when she feels a tap at her shoulder; Lena waits until Kara whirls around, befuddled, before she asks,

“Can you pour me another shot?”

Kara blinks. Then blinks again. “Yeah,” she says, even though Winn is the one holding the whiskey bottle. “Yeah, of course.”

Winn gladly relinquishes the bottle when Kara asks, and he and James walk down to Mike’s group to “see if they can help” (i.e. gossip). Sam and Alex take advantage of the chaos to sneak away together (probably to make out somewhere). And Kara is left, terrifyingly enough, alone with Lena Luthor.

Lena coughs after downing the second shot, frowning down at her cup like it’s wronged her. “That is still…not good.”

Kara tries to hide her smile as she looks down, nudges an empty beer bottle away. “Why drink it, then?”

“I don’t know.” Lena pauses to chase the taste away with her Mang-O-Rita before musing, “To get out of my comfort zone, maybe. But then again, pretty much everything here is out of my comfort zone.”

“Oh, I get it,” Kara says. “Rich girl pretending to be normal. It’s very Maid in Manhattan. Or…whatever the opposite of that is.”

“You are…definitely drunk,” Lena says with the tone of someone two seconds from laughter.

Kara vehemently shakes her head. “Nope, no, absolutely not.”

“Mm, you kind of seem like you are,” Lena says.

“I am not, and I can prove it to you.” Kara cradles the whiskey bottle to her chest and prepares herself: “I can do the running man.”

“And that proves you’re not drunk how?”

“Because it's going to be the most flawless dance you've ever seen,” Kara says, immediately kicking her leg out in a shaky attempt, and Lena’s laughter explodes until she is actually hunched over with the force of it.

“Oh, God, please do that again.”

“I'm not sure I like your reaction,” Kara sniffs, taking a mock-defensive step back. “I don't want to do it now.”

“No, come on, I loved it. Really,” Lena says. Her Mang-O-Rita has spilled into the grass, and she has to stoop down to pick up the can, ruefully shaking it when she notices it's empty. “Maybe I need to slow down. Is there somewhere we can sit?”

“Yeah,” Kara says, waving the whiskey bottle to beckon Lena to follow, and she guides her to the back of the pickup. She shrugs off her jacket, laying it out for Lena to sit, and Lena gives her a small smile when she does; it feels like they’re in their own world, kept company only by the stars and the occasional crackle of the dying bonfire.

“So you work on a farm?” Lena has to lean slightly against Kara to get comfortable, and Kara holds her breath to keep from jumping.

“Yup, my parents’ farm,” Kara barely remembers to answer. “Nothing glamorous like you and your brother, I'm sure.”

“I didn't know you knew about…that,” Lena says.

Kara shrugs, feels her shoulder directly move against Lena’s. “Kind of hard not to,” she says apologetically. “I mean, the Luthor name is on just about every business in town.” She twists the whiskey bottle between her hands, listens to it slosh. “If it helps…none of us care about that.”

“Really,” Lena says, disbelievingly but still light enough to invite a follow-up, which Kara wastes zero time in grasping.

“One hundred percent,” Kara promises. “We never judge a book by its cover. Not even,” she pauses to whisper this next part, “people who stand up their dates on a dreaded double-date with their sister.”

Lena gasps. “That was not you.”

“It was,” Kara laughs, just self-conscious enough to slick her hair out of her eyes. “Didn’t Sam tell you?”

“No—all she said was you were fun,” Lena says. “And she promised to try and set me up again, another time.” She shifts, now fully shoulder-to-shoulder against Kara. “Oh my God. Is that what tonight is?”

“Alex didn’t tell me anything,” Kara wonders, “but it would make sense…”

Lena scoffs. “This would be a horrible date,” she says, almost to herself. Then, hurriedly, “Not because of you, but because of everything else. The drinks, the place, the…lack of indoor plumbing…” 

“So you’re too good for whiskey, tailgate parties, and porta potties,” Kara lists off. “Hm. I don’t know, Lena. This date is off to a rough start.”

“Oh, shut up.” Lena reaches across their bodies for the whiskey bottle, and her fingers tangle with Kara’s as she takes it. Lena uncaps it and takes a swig, coughing as soon as she lowers the bottle, and Kara smiles even if Lena can’t see it.

“What happened to slowing down?”

“That was before I realized this was a date,” Lena says without a lick of shame. “Sue me—I’m nervous.”

“You don’t have to be,” Kara says softly, and she shuts her eyes, inhales the smoke of the fire and the sweet, floral scent of Lena’s perfume. “We can just be friends, too. No pressure.”

“And you’d be okay with that?” Lena asks, her voice quiet but undoubtedly curious. “Am I not the kind of girl you want to date?”

Kara immediately straightens up. “Are you kidding? I would marry you, probably, if I could. In a good way,” she hastens to explain. “In a…general, you-seem-like-the-kind-of-nice-to-marry. Hypothetically.”

Lena exhales, and there’s a hint of a smile in her own voice when she says, “You’re coming on awful strong for a first date, Kara Danvers.”

“Sorry.” Kara slumps against the floor, sighing as the whiskey finally starts catching up to her, leaving her slightly dizzy and uncoordinated as she stares up at the night sky.

But then Lena is moving, twisting until she is half-hovering over Kara, beautifully framed by moonlight and the haze from the fire beside them. “I can’t promise marriage yet,” she says, “but I think I can do a second date.”

Kara blinks, slowly, and her grin forms before she can even try to hide it. “Really?”

“Only if I can choose the place,” Lena says. “And if you never make me drink that awful margarita again.”

“Deal,” Kara says, making room for Lena to squeeze in beside her, light-headed for a whole new reason as Lena rests her head on Kara’s arm. “But I really think you should give the Mang-O-Rita another try. Just, for the record.”

“Shhh, don’t ruin this,” Lena says, tapping Kara’s mouth with her finger, and Kara keeps on smiling.

(And later, when they’ve sobered up, Kara will kiss Lena goodnight; later still, Lena will deny that she tasted of that damned Mang-O-Rita, but only Kara will know the truth).

[elliesflower]

what's love? [ellie williams]

pairing; ellie x gn!reader

cw; angst, ellie and reader in a situationship(kinda), post-golf incident (joel mentioned), slightly au (still set in jackson, ellie never went to seattle), ellie doesn't open up ab her feelings :(

an; hello! first off, rest easy to one of the greatest to ever do it, miss tina herself. while listening to her today i felt like this song was very ellie-coded tbh nd i haven't been great lately nd just wanted to throw something angsty together for my baby girl :( (i know the song's vibe doesn't necessarily match the story's vibe but i'm meaning more the lyrics). also this is more from ellie's pov so reader is gn and has absolutely no physical descriptors!!

no smut, but like all my content please 18+ only, mdni!!!

Three little words. 

One big problem. 

What is it?

“Is this the end?” 

No, not those ones. It was something else, painful, and always dancing at the tip of her tongue, making tiny beads of sweat prick at her palms and a ball of trepidation sink to the pit of her stomach. They were cursed words, seldom given thought, and never spoken aloud. The underlying topic of ninety percent of all songs ever written, and movies produced—it was cruel, really, how there was no escaping it. 

“This can’t be the end…” 

Vision blurred by the thoughts of a thousand demons, Ellie muttered back into the void. 

“It’s not,” and her voice was so quiet, it very well could have been the wind pestering the trees outside her window. 

“It’s not…?”

Oh. Right. 

Movie. 

Your legs shifted under the shared blanket, and Ellie’s eyes refocused onto your folded hands in your lap. 

“Is there a second movie, or something?” Your voice was trembling only slightly, the emotional turmoil of the last twenty minutes of the movie lacing your words. 

Ellie shook her head again, as if it would shake her brain right out. She couldn’t help but to feel bad, having practically abandoned the movie as she stewed in her own emotions. There were so many of them, fighting to get out, clawing her insides every time she looked at your face for too long.

“Sorry,” she could blame her watery eyes on the movie. Push aside her feelings. Again. “No, there’s no second one. I wish there was, though.”

Ellie wasn’t much like an open book. Or, I guess she was a very specific kind of book. That one you fell in love with based on the dust jacket description, with her complex words and inexplicit detail, but every time you’d pull it down to read, something stopped you. Life gets in the way. You’d tried and tried, oh god have you tried, to open her up; to wear her down, pressing on her spine and dog-earing her pages, keeping her infrequent tipsy confessions and three-am sleep deprived rants in the back of your mind like a filing cabinet. Pushing, but never pressuring. Ellie didn’t like pressure. 

“S’okay,” your voice was always soft with her. Couldn’t be loud, couldn’t scare her away, because Ellie Williams could fucking run. Away from her problems, as fast as her legs could carry her and as far as her heart would let her. Despite her alienation, the empty bed permanently rooted in the hardwood of Joel’s house kept her coming back. “Did y’wanna watch anything else? I’m kinda tired.” 

Even the softness of your voice couldn’t conceal your hurt, that she was shutting down. Closing you off. Keeping you at a distance. Her heart twinged, but she couldn’t look at you. She looked down at her outstretched legs, the off-white blanket cascading over them, the piece of dust she could see out of the corner of her eye. Anything. Except you. She felt cold, but your body was warm, radiating and making her shift toward you subconsciously. She hated it. 

Why is hate so much easier to express?

“You have patrol tomorrow?” It was easier to just get technical, sometimes. You nodded, before stretching your arms over your head, a yawn escaping you. “Gotta be up at four. Wesley and Nia have the flu or something, so we have to head out early to swing by their posts, too.” Ellie nodded, absentmindedly picking at her cuticles. Ignoring the sweet smell of vanilla that emanated from your body as your arms went over your head. 

She was so proud of herself when she found you that bar soap out on patrol, neatly tucked away in a dusty white vanity. You were so happy, so grateful, always so grateful that she was thinking of you. That she perceived you in such a way.

And she almost fucking said it, that night. Almost ruined everything. Those three little words. She was high, probably on some weed, but also on how your eyes sparkled when you were happy, the way your eyes crinkled slightly at the corners and you shifted your body weight side-to-side excitedly. Your emotions were quite obvious, most of the time. It made Ellie want to cry. 

“That sucks,” she mumbled, and she couldn’t help it now. You were like a magnet, she was sliding down against the pillows, watching the credits roll on the small screen past the end of her bed. She could hear you breathing, deep and careful. On edge. Why were you so on edge?

“It does,” you agreed. Ellie didn’t look away from the screen. Sinking, slowly, slowly, slower...her head was resting near your rib cage, now. She could feel you breathing. And she felt you slide down to match her position, turning your body to face her, silently and without explanation. It was better that way. 

“You’ll sleep here tonight?” And it felt strangled, coming out of her throat. She didn’t need to say anything, though. Of course you were sleeping in her bed. Tonight, and the night before that, and before that…but she felt you nod against her side, and her arm slid up to allow you access to her chest. No explanation. Ellie was really bad at explaining. 

“You’re cold,” your voice was muffled against the fabric of her gray hoodie. Ellie almost smiled. Almost. 

“You’re warm,” she retorted, and she feels your heart pulse faster against the skin of your back. The movie’s end credits became the soundtrack to the night. Soft and pensive. Like you. 

Ellie watched as your breathing eventually slowed, your shoulders rising and falling rhythmically as you drifted away into sleep. She was always jealous of that, though of course, like everything else, she’d never admit it—how your tiredness always let you drift into a blissful dreamland, your right hand twitching where it usually sat curled loosely atop her chest as you slept. You moved a lot, she noticed, and talked sometimes, too. Sleep didn’t come easy to people like Ellie. 

And so, she was absolutely, positively, awake and conscious when you let out a breathy sigh in your sleep, legs twitching slightly against her bottom half before settling back into her chest. A whisper escaped your lips, so sweet it may have been laced with vanilla, too. 

“I love you…” 

But this time, Ellie couldn’t stop her tears.

[melswifeasf]

Safest in your arms pt 9

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Pairing: Georgia Miller x fem!oc

Summary: unfinished business is tended between Georgia and Samantha.

Warnings: (18+) MDNI, smut, cursing, drug use, age gap relationships (18 and 30) grooming, sexual themes.

BATTLE OF THE BANDS had not been something Samantha expected to go to. she knew Maxine was going since some of her friends were in a band so it made sense that she went but Samantha didn't know anyone performing. her friends had been the ones that decided it would be fun to go high which at the time sounded like a good idea up until Georgia texted her asking her if she wanted to come over later that night meaning she would be the only sober person in the group. she watched as all of her friends laughed at Hunters song, they were trying their best to do it in a hushed tone but they were failing horribly and Samantha was starting to feel bad for those performing. she wanted to laugh too, she wouldn't deny that but she did so quietly in order to not hurt anyone's feelings. her friends on the other hand couldn't care less.

it wouldn't be so funny if they had smoked but Matthew had found a kid at school who sold molly so they decided to take that instead. the young girl shook her head as she her friends giggled to themselves as they watched Matthew attempt to sing Hunters song. they had all left the school, although it wasn't really their choice but they were drawing too much attention to themselves and Samantha would rather not get in trouble for being under the influence on school property. they were now all in Matthews basement, it was Friday so they were all going to spend the night. Samantha had driven them there and none of them were in condition to drive so Matthew just told them to stay over.

"i can't breathe," Oliver wheezed as he laid his head on his girlfriends lap. Natalie laughed at her boyfriend whilst she ran her hands through his hair. the two of them were on the floor, Nia was on the couch laying her head on Samanthas shoulder and Jade was laying her head on the girls lap. Matthew on the other hand was standing as he impersonated Hunter.

"you guys are going to hell," Samantha laughed as she shook her head.

"come on!" Matthew said "it's funny"

"it's very funny but you guys were so loud and i feel bad for them." she tried to reason with them bud Jade waved her off.

"no, no. he's cringe as fuck. if you write a song for your girlfriend then sing it to her in private but not in front of everyone who can make fun of you." she said pointing her finger as she spoke.

Samantha chuckled grabbed her hand so she wasn't waving it around in front of her face. "you guys are gonna feel so shitty tomorrow," she murmured. she had taken it before and she knew how bad the hangover was.

Nia laughed, "you can take care of us." she said but then gasped, "oh wait, never mind, you're gonna go tap bootylicious ass" she said making Matthew hold his hand up and Nia high fived him.

Jade looked at Samantha suddenly serious, "who's bootylicious?"

"it's no one" Samantha shook her head glaring at both of the teens who had just exposed her secret. the two of them knowing was already two too many, she did not need any more people on the bandwagon.

"doesn't sound like no one" Natalie said with eyebrows furrowed.

"you never hide your hookups from us. is it A-" before he could even get the words out Natalie slapped her hand on his mouth, his words drowned out by it.

"ouch" he said and the blonde girl quickly pulled her hand away and wiped it on his shirt. "why do you have so much saliva?" she grimaced. the two slowly began to argue about something - Samantha wasn't even sure anymore but quickly after the other three began to butt into the conversation. her phone vibrating in her back pocket prevented her from deciphering exactly what they were talking about. she pulled it out and saw the first notification on her screen.

🍑 12:33

kids are asleep

she bit her lip to try and prevent her smile, she didn't want any of them asking her who she was talking to. now she knew why being the only sober person in the room was so boring. thankfully they were all engrossed in one another to see her quickly typing on her phone.

12:33 S

i'm leaving now

she didn't get a response after that and she put her cellphone back in her pocket. "okay, i have to go guys." she said softly tapping Jades shoulder so she can get up from her lap.

the girl frowned but got up none the less. Nia got the hint and also moved her head from Samantha's shoulder, considering she knew why she was leaving she didn't bother asking anything.

"boo" Natalie said throwing her thumbs down making Samantha chuckle in amusement. she stood from the couch and stretched her body whilst doing so, she had been sitting with two girls leaning on her for the past hour and her shoulder was starting to feel sore.

"come on, tell us who she is" Oliver said.

Samantha shook her head, "it's no one, my mom wants me home." she shrugged trying to make it seem as believable as possible. if they were sober that would be near impossible, they all knew one another to the point in which lying wasn't an option but they were all high for so that hopefully wouldn't be the case.

"lies, Ellen would never" Oliver said shaking his head.

of course he would be the one to know. Samantha sometimes thought the boy had a crush on her mom from how much he defended her.

"yeah well things have changed ever since she found out Max was lying" she said hoping that would be enough for him to drop it. technically it wasn't a complete lie, she had even more strict but it was with the twins, not her.

"but-"

"babe, shut up" Natalie said flicking his forehead. the boy frowned at her which earned himself a kiss on the place he had just been hurt. that seemed to distract him giving her time to sneak away. she got a thumb up from both Matthew and Nia as she began to walk to the stairs causing her to breathe out a laugh.

after what happened in her car she figured they might take things further that night. at least that's what she hoped. she hadn't been able to take the woman out of her head ever since that night. the way her lips felt on hers, the way she would pull her hair or how she was practically burning with need. it was all too much and she was getting impatient. she wondered if Georgia felt the same way. wondered if the blonde thought about the kiss before going to sleep or in the middle of the day during the most inappropriate times causing her to shift in her chair.

thankfully most of the roads were empty as the young girl sped in the direction of her home. the universe was on her side seeing as she was met with almost all green lights and only a car or two in sight. when she finally pulled into her neighborhood she parked a couple houses down so that her mom wouldn't see that she was home. she had told her she might spend the night at Matthews just in case she left rather late from Georgias place.

the raven haired girl grabbed her keys and phone as she locked the car behind her. she was wearing light gray cargo pants and a blue shirt, over it was a blue zip up that belonged to Marcus. she made sure to take in her surroundings the closer she got to the blondes home, the last thing she needed was Marcus or Max watching her climb up their neighbors balcony. there was no friendly explanation for that. although when she thought about it, if Marcus did find out, she wouldn't mind it much. her brother barely spoke to anyone, let alone gossiped. he had been the only person apart from her friends to know about her ex, he had been someone she relied on a little for advice. it was just easier with him being in the family, he knew what to say and what advice to give considering they shared the same sister and parents, something her friends didn't.

the girl cleared her head once she finally reached the woman's balcony, Georgia was already there looking extremely beautiful. her hair was slightly messy and it tumbled down her shoulders, she had on a black dress that had a V which only showed the slightest of cleavage. it must've been what she wore to the fundraiser and the thought of her not taking it off simply to show it off made Samanthas stomach feel warm.

when both her feet were finally on the balcony Georgia showed off her perfect teeth. "hey," she said. even though Samantha had grown used to her accent it didn't change the effect it had on her.

"hey," Samantha responded, "you look beautiful in that dress." she said her eyes raking down the blondes body to really emphasize her words.

Georgia smiled, "you like?"

"i love" Samantha said making the blonde laugh lightly. she reached for the shorter girls hand and began to lead her inside the house. it was something that had never happened before but she didn't question it. it was pretty obvious what the blonde had in mind for the night and she wasn't complaining.

it turned out she was right. as soon as they entered the blondes room a pair of lips crashed down onto Samanthas, it was so quick she didn't even have a chance to take in the room she was in.

they ended up on the bed, the blonde laying on her back with Samanthas between her legs. the raven haired girl was holding her body up with her hands as she kissed the blonde roughly. it was just like their kiss the other night except this time they could touch each other without any restrictions. one of the blondes hands were tangled in the raven girls hair once more whilst the other was on her waist, dangerously close to her ass. Samantha reached toward the blonde face where she softly caressed the skin.

she was so caught in the moment she didn't realize her knee was grazing the blondes crotch until Georgia gasped into her mouth softly. she pulled away instantly, thinking she had hurt her. "are you okay?" she asked examining her face to make sure there was no sign of discomfort.

"yeah." Georgia nodded, "keep going." she said and pulled the girl back down once more. she wanted to ask if she wanted to take things further but that question was answered on its own when she felt the blonde begin to grind on her leg. she could help but smirk causing their teeth to clash but that didn't stop Georgia from kissing the raven haired girl hungrily. it was as if she was starving and Samantha was the only food in sight.

Samantha felt Georgias hand move up from her waist and inside her shirt, her hand was a bit cold causing her to shiver in surprise. she soon got used to it and the blonde began to move it further up until she was touching the edge of the girls bra. she pulled away, her eyes gazing into a pool of brown that were shinning. Samantha didn't need Georgia to say anything, she already knew she was asking for consent. instead of answering anything she sat up for a moment, her hands reached for the hem of her shirt before she pulled it over her head, the shirt thrown somewhere behind her.

Georgia smiled at that, her eyes taking in the girls exposed stomach. her abs were flexing considering the position she was in and she could see the swell of the girls breasts even with the bra. Samantha leaned back down, expecting Georgia to kiss her again but instead the blonde leaned forward and pressed a kiss just above the black bra. Samantha bit her lip at the contact, her back was slightly arched and Georgias left hand was holding on it whilst the other was cupping her other breast.

feather like kisses were spread around Samanthas upper body, as they progressed they began to turn into open mouthed kisses which made Samantha bite her lip harder. she was trying her hardest to stop herself from making any noise. the same hand that was on the younger girls back reached up toward the clasp of her bra, Samantha could feel it causing an excitement to build in her stomach. she was glad there wasn't much foreplay, after the other night she couldn't take another second. the blondes eyes opened and she looked up at Samantha, she looked so innocent and yet she was silently asking her if she could take off her bra.

Samantha nodded her head and just like that Georgia unclasped it causing it to hang loosely on the raven girls shoulders. she was quick to pull both straps down and she threw it on the bed beside her. it was safe to say the blonde wasn't expecting two piercings staring back at her. brown eyes snapped up toward Samantha again causing her to chuckle. "your not the only one filled with secrets." she whispered and leaned down to press her lips on the blondes.

before it could grow too heated Georgia pulled away, "you're the one with secrets here apparently." she said obviously still caught up on the fact that Samantha was still avoiding the topic about her ex. the raven haired girl didn't respond and instead distracted her once more as she began to kiss the blondes neck. her tongue grazed the soft skin and her knee began to move against the blonde once more. she could feel the soaked garment even through her pants and she was sure it would leave a wet patch. she didn't care though.

Samantha pulled away all together, far too impatient to wait even more. "take off your dress." she said and sat on her knees as she waited. not needing to be told twice Georgia sat up and quickly unzipped her dress. she soon pulled it off and threw it on the floor beside the bed. she fully expected the reaction she was getting, widened eyes with nothing but pure desire swirling in them. she too didn't want to waste any more time and quickly pulled the girl back down to capture her lips in a wet kiss.

their tongues slid against one another, the sound of their kissing echoed throughout the room and Samantha was glad Georgia had the television on even before she arrived. Samantha wasn't all that happy that she couldn't fully take in the blondes body but she could do so another day. at least she hoped she could. before her mind could turn to another place she reached behind the blondes body and took her bra off as well.

Georgia quickly reached for the straps and took it off completely, discarding it somewhere without having to break the kiss. the blondes hands were soon placed on the girls pants, they began to unbutton and unzip in a hurry and after a hand swiftly moves inside them. at first she came in contact with her panties causing Samantha to shudder, she could feel how wet she was and she couldn't help but feel slightly embarrassed. although it was pointless considering Georgia was just like her.

the blondes hand began to circle the girl a bit clumsily reminding Samantha that this was probably the first time Georgia was hooking up with a girl and that she had to take control this time around. the raven haired girl grabbed the blondes wrist making her stop. that made Georgia pull away from her lips as well, "you don't?" she asked her eyebrows furrowed in confusion and slight worry. she figured this is what she wanted considering everything and she didn't think she needed to ask once again but maybe she was wrong. those worries disappeared when Samantha shook her head.

"it's not that, i just.. have you ever been with a girl?" she asked titling her head slightly.

the blonde looked away for a split second, "is it that obvious?" she asked with a light chuckle but Samantha could tell she had made her insecure which isn't at all what she wanted.

"what? no, i just want to make sure your comfortable." she quickly said.

"i am. are you?"

Samantha nodded with a twinge of a smile to show she was being honest. her first time was awkward but that was because not only was it her first time but it was also the case for the girl she was with which meant it wasn't great. it was awkward and clumsy and if she was being honest neither of them were able to actually get there. it wasn't until they had more practice and a sense of what they each enjoyed that things got better. she knew that would probably be the same for Georgia but unlike Samantha, she'd have someone experienced to guide her. "why don't i show you what to do?" she suggested softly and leaned in to peck the blondes lips to try and convey a more a comfortable atmosphere.

with a nod from the blonde Samantha smiled and leaned in to kiss her once more. she pulled her pants down on her own at first before Georgia reached forward to help pull them off completely. they were now both matching, exposed completely expect for their panties. Samantha squeezed the blondes hip before it slid to the side until she was met with the top of the cloth. the raven haired girl sucked on the woman's bottom lip and moved her panties to the side to expose her wet slit. Georgia made a soft noise that almost went unnoticed by the younger girl.

the kiss was broken as Samantha began to prepped them down the blondes chin until she reached her neck once more where she began to suck and lick the skin. she was rubbing the blondes clit in small circles, it wasn't like she needed to stimulate her considering she was soaked but even then she wanted to make things more comfortable for her. Georgia was a panting mess, her right hand gripping the back of the girls neck whilst the other was holding her pillow softly. when she felt she had enough Samantha moved two of her fingers down her slit until she reached her opening where she slowly eased two of them in. immediately after the blondes back lifted from the bed and her hand on Samanthas neck tightened causing her to smirk against the woman's neck.

she let her adjust for a second before she began to move her fingers in and out of the woman. when the blonde began to moan softly into the room Samantha pulled away from her neck and moved further down her body until she was met with her chest. her mouth watered at the sight and unintentionally her hand began to move more roughly causing Georgia mutter out a quiet 'fuck' which only boosted the girls ego even more. her mouth began to lower on the blondes chest, she began kissing just at the top of her chest before she slowly began to move down, when she was insanely close to her nipple she stuck her tongue out and dragged it down her skin until she reached it. the girl circled it twice, her eyes set on the blondes face that was contorted in pleasure. her eyes were closed, her mouth slightly open as she whimpered every second or so, especially when the girls hand would rub against her clit.

"open your eyes." Samantha said causing Georgia to do so. she seemed slightly confused as she held eye contact with the young girl but that confusion evaporated when the raven girl closed her mouth against the hardened nub and began to suck softly.

Samantha felt the blonde scratch softly at her shoulders causing it to sting but she didn't care in that moment. all she wanted to do was to keep hearing the blondes moans. she pulled away from the blonde, a string of saliva connecting from her mouth and the woman's nipple which made the woman even more wet. Samantha could very much feel that, the obscene noises coming from the lower half of the blondes body just enough proof of that.

"tell me what you want" Samantha said, her fingers moving a lot faster now as she curled them, hitting a spongey spot in the blonde that made Georgia's finger nails deepen in her skin.

"kiss me" she whispered. Samantha didn't have to be told twice, her mouth found Georgias again kissing her senseless. the blonde felt like she was floating, the pleasure was too much and she could feel it begin to build in her lower stomach. "don't stop," she murmured against the girls lips.

Samantha didn't respond verbally but the palm of her hand began to hit the blondes clit harder as soon as she heard her. the squelching from in between her legs was loud and it was making her own body burn with an immense lust.

"cum for me baby" Samantha said against the blondes lips, the hand that was once on her shoulder disappeared in an instant and instead gripped the bedding tightly, her knuckles turning white from it. an obscene moan left the blondes lips causing Samantha to bring her mouth down to shut her up, the thought of any of her kids walking in was fucking terrifying.

the raven girls pace slowed gradually as the blonde began to catch her breath. she pressed soft kisses down on the blondes neck to help her come down from her high. a minute later Georgias hand reached down for the girls wrist to stop her from moving anymore, too sensitive for more.

finally Samantha pulled away and held her body up so she was at eye level with the blonde. she had a smile on her lips that she really wanted to hide but she felt far too giddy to be able to do so. Georgia found it cute making a smile to slowly form on her own lips. "rate that to ten" Samantha said and pecked the blondes lips. she chuckled, her eyes closing.

"really?" she asked in disbelief. was that really the first thing she had to say after what just happened.

"what? i would really like to know" Samantha responded slightly offended by the blonde.

Georgia sighed, "eleven" she answered making the raven haired girl grin widely.

"i knew it"

"that was your answer? not me literally cumming on your fingers?" she asked with a raised brow.

Samantha rolled her eyes with a smile, "language Miss Miller." she scolded playfully. the blonde rolled her eyes and reached for the girls hips, she helped her move her body so she was straddling her waist.

"okay, enough rating. it's my turn" she said with a small smirk.

if Samantha was being completely honest she thought Georgia would be too tired to return the favor which she wouldn't have blamed her for but seeing her take charge like this was fucking hot.

"are you sure?" Samantha asked anyway, she didn't want Georgia to feel pressured or like she had to do it.

"mhm," the blonde hummed and began to kiss the raven girls jaw. Samantha smiled at her, she reached for Georgias right hand a brought it to her soaking core. the blonde began to do exactly what she did and circled her clit softly.

her actions caused Samantha to grip onto the blondes shoulders for support, she could feel the blonde sucking on her neck. she had always had a no hickey rule, even with her ex but when it came to Georgia, she honestly could not care less. in fact, it kind of turned her on even more, just imagining the blonde marking her skin, telling the world she already belonged to someone else.

when Georgia felt like she was wet enough her fingers entered the younger girl with ease causing her to throw her head back and a soft moan to leave her lips. Georgia smirked against the girls neck and then sucked a lot harder on the skin earning herself another moan and a hard squeeze on her shoulder.

the blonde pulled away from her neck when Samantha moved her head back to face her again, she looked down at the blonde through her long eyelashes. her eyes were slightly dazed and she could feel the ac hitting her wet skin causing it to feel cold. the blondes fingers were a bit sloppy, they didn't exactly have a steady pace so Samantha began to move her hips instead. she wasn't sure how Georgia would react if she instructed her on what to do and she didn't want to ruin the moment in doing so.

"you feel so good inside me baby," Samantha whispered, dazed eyes staring at the blonde. Georgia licked her lips as she stared at girls lips, her words igniting something in her. the raven haired girl smirked knowing her words were affecting her and she leaned down to kiss her again. their lips were rough and their tongues were being shoved in each others mouths sloppily. she whimpered into the woman's mouth feeling the pressure building and building in her stomach. she just knew that wasn't enough. "curl your fingers" she whispered against the blondes lips. it took Georgia a second before she did as Samantha said making the girls forehead fall on the blondes. her lips were parted as she whispered out moans. usually she was pretty vocal, especially when it came to dirty talk but the blonde seemed to be really quiet and she didn't want to make her feel weird.

her own hand fell on her clit and she began to rub small circles on it to try and push herself to the edge, Georgia noticed what she was doing and quickly shoved her hand away, replacing it with her own. "don't stop," she moaned. she needed something to push her off the edge but there weren't many options, it's not like they ever talked about kinks and Georgia seemed very vanilla. she just hoped what she was going to say wouldn't ruin the mood, "want me to cum for you?" she whispered lowly, her voice raspy and dripping with lust. Georgia hummed and nodded her head, "say it," she said and gripped the blondes hair softly, she pulled just a little but then stopped herself almost immediately.

"cum for me" Georgia said softly and soon after the raven girl began to unravel. her eyes snapped shut, her grip tightening on the blondes hair and shoulder. Georgia didn't stop just like Samantha until the raven girl held her wrist. other than that the younger girl didn't move as she tried to catch her breath. her daze lasted a minute or so until she realized this wasn't a girl her age, this was Georgia and she could be weirding her out.

she continued to breathe deeply and moved herself of the blondes lap with slightly shaky legs, she reached for her bra and put it on without the blonde stopping her considering she was doing the same. it wasn't until she reached for her pants that the blonde finally spoke. "your leaving?" she asked a bit taken back.

Samantha looked at her, "do you want me to?" she asked. now that she wasn't dazed by lust and the adrenaline had began to slowly disintegrate it was as if she had been hit with a bucket of cold water.

the blonde chuckled with furrowed brows, "why would i?" she asked confused.

Samantha shrugged causing Georgia to shake her head and motion her over. the young girl walked over to the bed without another thought. she sat in silence as she watched Georgia get up from the bed and walk over to her closet, she grabbed some clothes for herself and put them on quickly. after she tiptoed to the bed and got under the blanket as well. her body was turned to face Samantha making the raven girl mimic her action. they were both on their side staring at one another. "do you want to spend the night?" Georgia asked softly.

that was definitely not something Samantha expected to come out of her mouth. she contemplated her answer, she could say yes, either way her mom thought she was going to stay at Matthews but at the same time what would happen when they woke up? she would have to sneak out the balcony in broad daylight, the only other option was the front door which was even more risky then the balcony. she shook her head, "my mom will ask questions." she lied.

the blonde nodded in understanding. "so.. your really into dirty talk, huh?" she asked making the other girl blush deeply. she turned onto her back and covered her face with her hands.

"please don't" she groaned, not wanting to feel embarrassed by what turned her on. that would just be humiliating.

the blonde laughed softly, "that's not a bad thing. i just didn't expect that from you" she said and placed her hand on the girls wrist to try and pry her hands off. it worked as Samantha slid her hand down her face and placed it on her chest.

"i just.. being super quiet is just boring." she shrugged, trying to justify herself which she shouldn't have to do and even Georgia knew that.

"hey i'm really not judging. you know your gonna have to tell me stuff like this otherwise i'm just gonna leave you high and dry" she said a lot more serious now.

somehow the only thing that Samantha got from that was the fact that there would be more times. she wasn't sure what she was expecting, a one night stand? she wasn't sure, maybe she thought it would be one though, she thought it would be just so Georgia got it out of her system. that didn't seem to be the case though.

"fine but you'll have to do the same," Samantha said and the blonde nodded.

"deal"

with the reassurance that Samantha hadn't embarrassed herself completely she finally turned back onto her side. "how was casino night?" she asked, she had grown so used to talking to Georgia every time they saw each other that now not doing it for one night seemed to be eating at her. her favorite parts of the day would be when Georgia would go on about her day.

"oh it was amazing, i did an auction and i put Cynthia's cake on there for like two hundred dollars without letting anyone else vote. she was so pissed.." Samantha listened with an amused smile.

[luvyeni]

CONSEQUENCES OF A ONE NIGHT STAND. ( chapter. 31 )

💬nias notes: special sunday post because i didn’t want to leave you guys hanging cause i feel like it all four parts tie together 🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾

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“who’s calling you for the 5th time?” jake asked , stretched out on your bed. “yunjin, it’s probably something stupid, she’ll be home tomorrow, and by then she’ll probably forget it.” you put your phone down. “okay.” he said , his phone ringing. “ah that’s the food, i’ll go get it.” he got up, leaving you in the room to find a movie.

a few minutes later, jakes phone went off. “jake your phone!” you yelled, but you failed to get an answer. “why didn’t he take it with him.” you reached over to turn it off. you didn’t mean to look, but the phone was unlocked, and you seen the name. “hm, what does jungwon want?” you said, reading the messages – you’d soon wish you hadn’t.

‘i tried jake, i did’ ‘everyone is pissed, not just at you but me to’ ‘i covered for you and you lied’ ‘you promised me you’d handle it’ ‘what happens next is your fault’

you read the messages confused, what did jake lie about? and what did jungwon cover up?” you were about to put the phone down, when another name popped up, a unfamiliar but not unknown name – song jihae , jakes ex. “okay.” you said, trying not to get upset, reading off the messages.

jihae🤍 | maybe we can go to the park again, like last time.

jake | yeah, definitely, just no going to y/n cafe.

jihae🤍 | i promise i won’t go back , am i am sorry really

jake | let’s just pretend it never happened

jihae🤍| it was kinda nice , it was like when we dated.

jihae🤍| but this time with our son, like a little family.

you almost dropped the phone upon reading the messages, you couldn’t believe what you were reading, a son? “what the-.” so much ran through your mind at the moment , then it hit– the girl who came into the cafe on the day of your appointment, the girl who commented on your twitter post. song jihae – that was jakes ex, he had a kid with his ex girlfriend, and jungwon knew.

“sweet girl, i’m sorry it took so long.” you heard jakes voice entering the room. “they got a little lost.” you looked at him, blank faced. “what is it?” he said, his phone going off again, eyes landing on your hand. “you have a son?” his eyes widened. “why do you have my phone?”

“you have a son?” you asked again. “are you fucking kidding me?” you said. “wait y/n let me explain.” he sat the food down. “yeah you think?” you said. “how long have you been keeping this from me?” you said. “a month.” you scoffed. “a month , you went a month without tell me this.”

“i was planning on telling you, when the time was right.” he said. “when the time was right, you should’ve told me when you first found out, not after going on family dates with your ex.” your voice raising. “it wasn’t dates , i only went for dae.” he said. “do you seriously take me for a fool, you lied this entire time and you expect me to believe nothing happened between you both?”

his face fell and you scoffed, getting your answer. “what happened, you two have sex?” he shook his head. “what? no, of course not! it was just a kiss.” he said. “and she kissed me, i told her off about it, told her i was in a relationship.” you rolled your eyes. “well it wasn’t like you didn’t give her a reason to think you weren’t.” you said sarcastically.

“y/n please calm down, think about the baby.” he said. “that’s all i have been doing, thinking about the baby, while you were out with your other family.” you said. “she came into my store, she pretended to not know me, jungwon– don’t blame him, i told him not to tell you.” he said. “that’s what makes it worse.”

“y/n please let me explain.” you didn’t even want to hear it anymore. “i’m not mad you have another kid, i’m not even mad at the kiss.” you stated. “i’m upset that you didn’t tell me, you left me in the dark, you skipped the appointment and lied to me about it, lord knows how many times you’ve probably lied to me.”

“i am sorry.” he said. “i don’t want to talk to you right now, i think you should go.” you turned away, laying on the bed. “y/n please.” he pleaded for you to speak to him, sighing when you ignored his called. “please forgive me.” he said. “go jake.”

he didn’t want to upset you even more, grabbing his things, slipping on his shoes. “please at least eat something.” he said leaving out of your room, closing the door behind him.

on his way out he ran into yunjin, karina and sunoo; and he could just tell they knew, he didn’t even say anything, just leaving the house with his head low, the door closing behind him.

he seriously fucked up.

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©LUVYENI

[agentmmayy]

march + april rotation

it’s gonna be...... may finally posting the march + april rotation playlist. combining these two months since most of the music i listened to in march was off the previous rotation list!

flowers in my hair - calista garcia: sweet, slow, and syrupy. i love this song and how it feels like a breath of fresh air. it’s achingly romantic and has got me singing along and twirling my hair and kicking my feet. though, at the same time it’s so intimate i feel like i’m intruding 

back for more - nia hendricks: the usual type of slow groove beat i adore that makes me want to dance around with the love of my life. it’s just as sweet as the previous one but it feels... lonely. mournful. i’d be dancing but with a ghost

bodybag - charlotte lawrence: this song is so *clenches fist* i am obsessed with how the body bag fills in for the other person in the relationship and holds her when they can’t or refuse to! the relationship is already dead! she’s holding on! in that liminal space between resurrection and burial! also the vocals in this are insane. my favorite part is ‘she’s at the bowery bar, showed you her paper heart’ and then ‘help me hurt and then i’ll come back’ YEOW

gasp of air - lisa curtis: THIS SONG MAKES ME WANT TO SING AND SCREAM ALONG AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS!!!!!!!!! and then the lyrics slapped me across the face. ‘but i’ll stay and such ‘cause i think it’s love enough’ ‘i’m yours enough that i come back’ ‘some water if i’m lucky but i would never ask that much’ ‘what kind of person needs to breathe A HEALTHY ONE I’M SURE BUT THAT’S NOT ME’?????????? 

nothing left to give - BAILEN: ‘i wanna live i’m sick of just trying to survive’ *looks into the camera* anyway. obsessed with this band and how weird this song sounds 

kilimanjaro - dolores forever: this song and the next have me asking how songs can be this good. like. is it crack? is that what they put in these?? the music and the vocals are EVERYTHING it’s unlike anything i’ve heard recently and i’m digging it. then the harmonies?? and the lyrics???? ‘a thousand shards of glass from your silver tongue got me like a shot gun’ the way ‘i was young. you were pure ice and snow’ IS SUNG?????? WTF

labour - paris paloma: this has been my hype song for the past few weeks. the intensity of it still continues to blow my mind. it’s unapologetic and awful. it’s incredible. i felt every lyric in my gut. i don’t want to over explain it since i can’t do the song justice but it’s so brutally honest in describing and dismantling traditional roles placed upon women and girls. the entirety of it is like poking at a wound that never closes, a wound that’s been gaping and bleeding for centuries and it makes me so angry. the visceral reaction i had to the lyric ‘if we had a daughter’ girl i- ouuuuugh. i got sick to my stomach. i was screaming crying throwing up etc etc. anyway this song is a masterpiece. still haven’t recovered from it. also it’s a fucking bop. 

bad blood - trousdale: another banger for the books!! trousdale always delivers these perfect harmonies and this time it’s a fantastic, bitter song but that’s not the only element! there’s indifference and confusion and acceptance! there’s healing! and the repetition of anyway *patcha holding earbuds meme* perfection

all the love - katie gregson-macleod: katie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! how am i supposed to live laugh love in these conditions!!!!!!!! this one is SO SAD. i ache each time i listen to it. it doesn’t apply to romantic love but all other types of love and what happens when you lose it and how you deal with that loss. the grief is so thick it’s almost suffocating but as always the way she sings is enough for it to not be overwhelming. every lyric hits but the combination of her voice with ‘but i’d rather do that in bed alone’ is my favorite  

BONUS: here are a few stray songs that didn’t quite fit in the narrative but i wanted to share them anyway :)

far and wide - WILDES: doesn’t quite fit the narrative, but it’s a good follow up to all the love. it’s toned down more and easier to get lost in, but still woven with the running strand of grief that makes it sorrowful. once again, back at it with the yearning 

ava - famy: this song had me by the throat the first time i heard it in teen wolf and it still does. chewing glass over the switch between ‘this world is primal’ + ‘this world is rabid’ to ‘this world is pure’ + ‘this world is learning’  and ‘my conscious burning, my beastly flaw’ 

[luvsbitca]

s04e03 Future Tense

The Hildy episode!!!

I can’t help but feel after Hildy messed up your coffee and air con and music maybe trusting it with your shower was a bad idea. Just saying.

She HAPPENED to check in on him.

That is an oversimplification, Buck but woohoo Eddie’s about to lose his mind.

I love love love my robot vacuum cleaner. It’s much better than that one.

The shot of Bobby is so clear but the one on Athena is all soft. That’s some producer level control.

Hey, it’s Luke’s daughter!

Uncle Buck just wants to protect his niece or nephew.

Buck’s getting honest. Now older sister Maddie is activated.

She’s fine. Like every person who’s ever told anyone they are fine.

She called him sad and lonely so he’s fixing himself. But she’s sad too. Fucking Buckley parents.

Smart criminal. Sorry. Stupid criminal.

Chris is a cheater. Elbow. Elbow. Elbow.

I adore two things. Chris felt so comfortable that he could ask Buck to go to his place 💜 and then the ‘back me up on this parenting decision’ face Eddie makes.

You’re going to make good choices. You’re going to make bad ones. You’re going to fuck up and have wins.

I love Chim. It’s such a better fit than Eddie ever would have been.

Go Nia. I adore a normal sibling relationship reflected on TV.

Sydney sucks.

Bad mama hen. Okay.

No one can believe it didn’t happen in LA.

Chim asking about the Buckley parents. They were abusive Buck. Emotional negligence is abuse too.

You can do it, Hen. You’re amazing!

Those 4D ultrasounds make the baby look like monsters.

Maddie why are you telling them that. Fucking Buckley parents.

Ooooooo Buckley family secrets.

I can’t with things to do with eyes.

I’m going to throw up too.

I do not understand the idea of goat yoga.

Would they not take her to hospital for this?

Letting people in creates a bond, Sydney.

😂🤣😂

This is gold. Parent and child hanging up on second parent. Hehe.

I love their twirls.

It’s a girl!

Sue is amazing and Athena is anti-therapy.

Buckley bomb coming for Chim.

They say it’s bad for your bladder but I’m with Hen, always go before you leave.

I suppose I’m going to have to watch the crossover episode. I don’t really like Lone Star that much.

[ashley-jones]

Of Course I Stayed

Warnings: Cursing, Severe Injury, Gunshot wound, Blood, Near Death, Daughter finally standing up to abusive parents, Black out anger

Happy Ending!

Character Name: Adriana Rhett, Natalia Petrov (Mother), Pietro Petrov (Father)

Characters: Rhea Ripley, Nikki A.S.H, Charlotte Flair, Shayna Baszler, Carmella, Becky Lynch, Auska, Nia Jax

"Did you seriously do all that just to get a damn belt?!" Rhea yelled. The young wrestler was kneeling in front of her wiping blood from the older females lip. "I didn't mean to cause any actual harm.." she whispered. "And if I didn't then my parents would have paid wwe to kick me off.." she mumbled.

Demi moved away pushing the girls hand away from her. Adriana just lowered her arm biting the inside of her cheek. "I'm sorry.." she whispered. "Whatever.." Rhea growled. She stood up, shifting the female with her knee and walking away. Adriana didn't chase after her instead she just sat there, ignoring the camera aiming towards her.

"Adriana your parents are searching for you." one of the security guards coldly spoke. She looked back before dropping the rag and standing up. "You can tell them I said they can go fuck themselves." she growled. Grabbing her belt and silk covering she walked away, heading straight to her dressing room. She wanted to get home as soon as possible, so that she can lock the door and just lay on the couch listening as some random show blasted in the background with her animals surrounding her.

But of course that wasn't allowed. She could never do what she wanted. So when her parents came bursting through that door. She snapped. Her mind went black, her anger, pain, and exhaustion all mixing together creating a deep pit of anger. Anger that she wanted to get rid of, and the only way to do that was putting the two homophobic assholes down.

Once that door shut she picked a vase up, throwing it causing it to shatter against her fathers head. He fell to the floor yelling in pain. Next was her mother which earned a harsh kick to the stomach, and an elbow to the side of her head. Her father grabbing her by her hair pulling her back and smacking her head on the desk, which she grabbed a pen stabbing it into the side his throat. He fell pulling the pen out quickly covering the bleeding wound. Her mother quickly stood up running out to gather security.

"Quit crying. It makes you look weak." she growled. The same words he repeated her during her whole childhood. "All my life you have done nothing but torture me. Beat me. Push me down. Telling me I'm not normal. Well that's fine.. I'll go out by teaching you the same lessons you taught me." she growled. Picking up a piece of galls from the shattered vase she went to stab him, but the sharp sound of a taser rang through the room. A scream left her, the extreme jolt sending her to her knees.

A knee slammed into her upper back forcing her down on the floor. The officers forcing her arms behind her back handcuffing her. She let out an angered yell watching as her father was quickly taken care of. It wasn't fair! Why could they put her abuse and steal her childhood?! Why couldn't she Stan up for herself properly?!

"Get off me!!" she screamed. She kicked up slamming her feet into the wall kicking herself back causing the officers to fall as well. Flipping back she stood up pulling her arms in front of her and taking off, officers quickly following after her. She pushed past wrestlers she's called friends, pushing the exit door open and running. But the sound of a gun going off, then pain filling her lower back. Lips parting letting out a silenced cry, sliding to the ground blood pouring from the wound and sinking through her gear.

She fell to the ground turning over despite the pain, looking up at the star filled sky. Her vision was fading, tears beginning to flow down her cheeks. 'its not fair..' she thought. She watched as her parents where led out by their security and into an ambulance. Soon her head fell to the side, vision going black.

Becky, Nikki, Shayna, and Rhea fought past the officers and rushed to the fallen female. Blood was covering the front of her clothing, left hand smeared with her father's blood. Becky quickly ripped open her body suit placing a hand over the wound, Nikki lifting her and helping with the back wound. "Get her a fucking ambulance!!" Rhea yelled.

Shayna rushed pulling out her phone quickly dialing 911 asking for immediate transport. Within 5 minutes the ambulance pulled into the arena parking lot. The officers tried to stop the ambulance from taking her due to the assault, but they where shoved back lifting the young wrestler onto a lift and transporting her into the truck. Demi quickly got up front, while the second paramedic jumped into the back with Adriana to try and stop the bleeding.

Darkened blue eyes opened, blinking a few times to get use to the bright lights around her. Turning her head looking at the IV's in her arm, then turning to the other side noticing Demi sleeping uncomfortably in the chair beside the bed.

Pulling the blanket down she shifted the gown seeing the bandages wrapped all around her stomach. Looking back at Demi, unable to remember what happened. "D-Demi.." she whispered. Her voice was rasped with sleep, the woman shifting, muscles cracking and stretching. She looked over meeting the others blue eyes, which made her sit up quickly looking directly at her.

"Hey.." she quickly said. Rhea was on her knees instantly taking the girls hand holding it. "What happened..?" Adriana whispered. Demi looked at her before leaning down and kissing her knuckles. "You had a schizophrenic episode, doctor said you had a complete blackout and you attacked your parents.. But they're not pressing charges, despite the fact you stabbed your father with a pen.." Demi explained.

"Jesus..." She mumbled letting her head fall back staring up at the ceiling. "Why aren't they pressing charges?" she whispered. "If they'd press charges they would have been arrested for child neglect and abuse." Demi answered. "There was a bunch of tapes of you and your father found.. You've been in a coma for almost 2 years.." Demi softly said.

Adriana didn't know what to say to that, her eyes widened before lifting her arm and covering her mouth tears filling her eyes. Demi stood up touching her cheek wiping the tears before they could fall. "Its okay.. You're not alone alright." she softly assured. Demi leaned down kissing the top of her head, which she lifted slightly hoping for more affection from the older woman.

Sitting up Adriana pressed her lips to Demi's, lips pressing softly to hers. Butterflies filled her stomach once her hands gently pressed into either side of her neck, holding her softly. Kissing back Demi gently holding her face, both smiling in the kiss. Moving away pressing their foreheads together a smile gracing Adriana's features.

"King.." she whispered. Her husky coming to mind which Demi laughed softly. "He's at my place, along with Bowie and Simba." Rhea assured. A sigh left her smiling softly and nodding, before slowly moving over and pulling Rhea into the bed. Her hands quickly pinning on either side of her so she didn't push her full weight onto her. "You just woke up princess." she laughed softly.

Adriana wrapped her arms around Rhea's neck hugging her softly. "Thank you for staying.." she whispered. Demi kissed her shoulder holding her waist close. "Of course I stayed.. I love you Adri." she softly spoke. Adriana looked up at her with big eyes, before smiling. "I love you too.." she whispered. Demi smiled kissing her deeply, gently holding her waist.

Becky and Shayna blocked the door from Demi, the young wrestler dressed in white laughing behind it listening to her soon to be wife's attempts of trying to see her. "It's bad luck to see the bride before the reception!" Becky quickly said. "I am a bride!" Demi attempted. "Exactly! And so is she! Which means it'd be serious bad luck for both of you!" Nikki called out.

This had Adriana and her hair and makeup artists laughing. "You'll see me on 20 minutes!" she laughed out. "That's not fair!" Demi called back. The 3 girls inside laughing, while Nikki, Shayna, and Becky tried their best to hold in their laughter.

1 year ago Demi proposed to Adriana after 4 months of dating. Adriana was removed from WWE for a temporary amount of time, which Demi decided to take some time off as well to plan the wedding, and just to make up for the two years without her. Finally the day of the wedding came, and Demi was impatient to see her fiance.

She wanted to see the beautiful gown of suit that dressed her body. She wanted to see her smile with her hair done beautifully as she walked down that isle. She wanted to kiss her, hold her tightly, and place that ring on her wedding fingers finally being able to take her as her wife. But Becky, Shayna, and Nikki where preventing it. But she wasn't angry, she knows Adriana would be worth the wait. So when she's led out to the reception, and towards the alter, her bridesmaids soon joining. Becky, Shayna, Nia, Melanie Adriana sister, Charlotte, and Alexa stood on Adriana's side smiling and talking quietly with one another.

Toni, Nikki, Sasha, Auska, and Bianca each stood behind Rhea. Music started making Demi quickly look up watching the isle closely. Adriana's niece was the first to walk down, bright 4ed rose petals flowing from her bask as she wore an adorable pink floral dress and pink flats. The sight made her smile softly, but the female thst came after made that smile fall as a look of shock crossed her features.

Adriana looked gorgeous. She looked like a goddess with a beautiful glow surrounding her. She had a beautiful white floral ball gown on, the top part of the dress was laced with cotton, sleeves floral with white see through lace. Her hair was braided beautifully, flowers present along with encrusted pins. Her makeup was light but present in the sunlight. Her older brother was leader her down the isle, parents banned from stepping near her and the rest of her siblings.

Gently stepping up onto the alter with the help of Demi, fingers laced together. Staring up into her eyes listening as Demi said her vowels first, her cheeks a light shade of pink not use to being so emotional. The sight made Adriana smile, tears forming in her eyes as she listened. Next where her vowels, every word was softly spoken, her thumb grazing the others knuckles.

"There is nothing more romantic and sacred than standing before all those dear to your hearts to declare your love to one another. This time-honored tradition is carried on only by those committed to a true life-long love story. I can feel that desire burning bright today."

"Let’s begin. Demi please repeat after me to offer your commitment to Adriana" the preacher softly spoke.

I, Demi take thee, Adriana Rhett, to be my lawfully wedded wife. I take you just as you are and in every form you may ever be. You are the light in my life and the beat in my heart. I promise to tend to your weakness just as I applaud your strengths. I promise to reach for your hand when I am lost. I promise to show you, day in and day out, that you are my everything. On this day, I give you my heart." Demi softly repeated, eyes never leaving Adriana bright blue ones.

"Ok Adriana, please repeat after me to offer your commitment to Demi Bennett."

I, Adriana, take thee,Demi Bennett, to be my lawfully wedded wife. I take you just as you are and in every form you may ever be. You are the light in my life and the beat in my heart. I promise to tend to your weakness just as I applaud your strengths. I promise to reach for your hand when I am lost. I promise to show you, day in and day out, that you are my everything. On this day, I give you my heart." Adriana repeated, fingers lightly clenching against hers not wanting to let go.

"as you exchange your rings today, you are also reinforcing your faithful commitment to trust, love, and romance. Each ring serves as a constant reminder that you are loved. Your beloved is giving you the most precious gift on Earth through love." the officiant softly spoke. Adriana's niece smiled walking forward holding up the pillow. Demi grabbed first gently lifting Adriana's hand slipping the beautiful ring onto her finger. Adriana did the same with Demi, her fingers entangling with hers once more, smile going from soft to bright.

"By the power vested in me by the Universal Life Church Ministries, before your families and your friends, I now pronounce you lawfully and spiritually united. Please seal your marriage with your first wedded kiss." the offianct softly spoke.

Demi stepped forward quickly placing her lips against Adriana, back arching down allowing the younger to bow slightly. Cheers filled the large area, flashes from the photographers appearing. Arms wrapping around Demi's neck kissing her deeply, a big smile against her lips.

"I love you Rhea Ripley." Adriana whispered. "And I love you Adriana Ripley." Demi replied with a smile. They kissed once more earning cheers from their bridesmaids.

Adriana looked back at them, before lifting the bouquet of red, black, and white roses. She shrugged tossing it behind her towards the group of bridesmaids. Becky caught it holding it to her chest earning a smile from the newly Weds.

-

Adriana Petrov Rhett was now Adriana Ripley Bennett.

She was the wife of Demi Bennett, the Professional Australian Wrestler.

She came from a big family in Russia and made her name very well known in America by becoming one of the strongest female wrestlers in WWE and NXT. She's had her whole life planned out by her parents.

But now, she was choosing her own path.

And that path was Demi.

[from-a-reckless-writer]

The first tell was the body next to her. The second was the warmth. Her bed was never warm these days. The first two things had already clued her in that there was something off. Off was an understatement. She’s certain she passed out on her office floor clutching a bottle of alcohol and Jess was going to kill her in the morning. So, how the fuck-

The longer she stays there, eyes closed, feeling the breathing of a stranger, the more she’s convinced she’s suffered from amnesia. 

Beyond scared she opens her eyes, hoping, praying that she didn’t bring home some idiot from a cheap lesbian bar. Her eyes land on blonde hair and an all too familiar set of defined shoulders and Lena lets out a gasp of surprise. She sobers up, jerks upright. Jolting the pair of arms wrapped around her waist and making her companion wake abruptly. 

“Lena- Wha- Why’re you awake?”

“Kara-” That was all she was capable of as of the moment, because Kara was sitting up and flicking on the bedside lamp, letting Lena glimpse the small clock on the nightstand that read 4: 00 a.m. 

Kara’s voice was all raspy and sleep-laden and she was looking at Lena with concern. She was looking at Lena like they’ve done this all the time. And they did. 

Once. 

She remembers jerking awake screaming from nightmares and Kara holding her; remembers waking up to Kara’s screams and holding her. 

But this-

This wasn’t right. 

“Did you have a nightmare?” She asks, crinkle forming. And Lena just stares and stares and-

“Kara, this isn’t real.”

“What? Oh, baby, come here. That dream must’ve really done a number on you, huh?” Kara coos and she gathers Lena in her arms. Lena can do nothing but melt and follow Kara’s movements, her mind is still reeling. 

Trying to decipher the events that had led here. This wasn’t real. This-

A tremble shakes the bed. Lena’s heart rate ticks up, Kara seems to have heard because she’s tightening her embrace and more words come out of her lips, but Lena doesn’t hear a word of it.

“I’m here, you’re safe. I’m here.” 

Lena finally finds her voice and she slowly tries to extricate herself from Kara. She can feel her hesitating to let her go. 

“This isn’t real,” She repeats and Kara is ready to protest, “Please, Kara. Please listen to me?”

She nods. Kara was never one to deny Lena anything, anyway. Lena sighs a breath of relief. 

“Thank you. Uh- I think this isn’t real, Kara. I think I’m inside a Black Mercy induced dream.”

And as if it heard a cue, the bed and the rest of the room vibrates as if ashamed of being called-out so easily. 

“No, no, no. You aren’t. You’re real. I’m real, You-” Kara is scrambling for words, “Look- Here, feel this?” Kara frantically grabs her hand and presses it to her own chest, “Can you feel it? This is real. Don’t say it isn-”

Lena feels like sobbing, because it does feel real. The strong beats underneath her palm thundering through her very soul. It feels so so so fucking real. She’s never wanted something to be real as bad as this. She wants to believe, because Kara is looking at her with those baby blue eyes and she wants to say that ‘Yes, I believe it real. We’re real.’

She can’t.

“Kara, the bed is trembling. Can you feel it? This isn't real. You’re in my head.”

It was brutal. She watches Kara’s face fall. She retracts her hand back. 

“How are you so sure that this isn’t real?”

The question was asked with so much fear. 

“Because,” she starts shaky but certain, “I hurt you, Kara. And that is the one thing that I can never forget.”

It was true. She can never forget the way Kara crumpled to her feet. Can’t forget the way the Girl of Steel broke by Lena’s hands. Can’t forget the tear-stricken face. 

Can’t forget the pleas. 

“Don’t do this, Lena. Please, come on. Please, stay. Don’t leave. Not you, please I can’t-”

“Oh.”

The silence was deafening. She can’t look at Kara as she processes everything. So she takes the time to survey the room. And God, every inch of the room screams how much they’ve stitched their lives with the other. 

There were books haphazardly stacked in one corner, a painting easel in the other, Kara’s cape shining in the dim light of the lamp, Lena’s old MIT sweatshirt at the foot of the bed. 

A wedding portrait. They were married here. Fuck. 

Lena chances a glance at her left hand and not only does she find a ring but also a matching gold bracelet. A Kryptonian mating band. Now, she notices that Kara’s ring was worn on her neck next to her Mother’s necklace Lena supposes she wears it underneath the Super suit and a matching bracelet sitting on her left wrist. 

“I’m sorry,” Lena says ‘for everything.’ she wants to add but she remembers this isn’t her Kara. She doesn’t have a Kara. She doesn’t have any part of Kara. Not anymore.

“What are you sorry for? If anyone could figure out they were inside a parasite induced dream, it would be you.  You’re a genius but you’re dumb for apologizing. You should reject the fantasy now, Lena. You’ll die.”

Damn it, even here. 

Even here Lena is still hurting her and Kara still wants to save her. 

The tears finally fall. The sobs come next. 

“Oh, Lena. Come here. It’s okay. I’m here,”

“I- I know, I’ll die but God, Kara, I want to stay here. I- You’re my everything, you know?”

“I know, Lena. I’ve always known. You don’t have to die because I’ll always know. You need to get out of here now,” She whispers against Lena’s temple and Lena takes the time to breathe her in. God, even the scent smells real. 

“Y-you’re right. I should go, but-” Lena doesn’t know how to ask for what she wants. That was what her therapist had said the first time she booked an appointment.

“But what?”

“Tell me about our life here first?” At that Kara pulls away a bit to look into her eyes; gauging if this is really what Lena wants. 

It is, it’s what she wants but more than that it’s what she needs. The reassurance that somewhere out there, there was a world in which they made each other happy. That in a universe out there--whether real or not--the both of them had a taste of a happy ending.

“Okay, okay yeah. But first, promise me you’ll get out of here as fast as you can, once we’re done?” 

She was never one to deny Lena Luthor anything, remember? She was more than happy to recount the entirety of their love story to her.

“Thank you.” And Lena can’t help but press a soft kiss to Kara’s cheek. 

“Where do you want to start?”

“Do we have a dog?”

“Krypto,” Kara says with a shy smile as if she knows that Lena would laugh at the goofy sentimental name choice, “And a cat, Streaky Jr., you don’t allow pets in the bedroom so,”

“I’m impressed we have the time for pets,” Lena whispers as she shifts closer to Kara in the bed. Heart now beating in a steady calm rhythm, gone was the panic earlier, now replaced by a sense of security, no matter how false it is. 

“Well, you decided to distribute most of the workload to Jess--who you promoted to board member by the way, and to Sam. And since, Wednesday is my first day as Editor-in-Chief, my schedule’s not as busy as it was.”

It was nice to hear that. The way they have obviously chosen to grow into themselves together. She was glad that in her perfect world she hadn’t forgotten about Jess and Sam.

“Oh, and also you spend most of your days in our home lab with Jack anyway. So, the pets get plenty of love.”

“Jacky’s alive here?”

“Yeah, you reversed the nanotech matrix. You saved him.”

And the crying fest begins anew. 

“I miss him, so much.”

“I’m sorry.”

Lena doesn’t have to explain her reaction, Kara knows how to read her anyway.

At the reminder of Jack, Lena finds the courage to ask a question she’s never thought she would want to ask.

“What about Lex and Lillian?”

“Well, your brother’s probably drunk in an L-Corp gala somewhere and Lillian’s probably plotting about how she’s going to insult my next article-”

So, she still has her brother and it seems like Lillian’s not much of a xenophobe as she is in reality but she senses that she still is a bad mother with the way Kara talks.

“When did we get married?”

“Two years after we first met. We had two, actually.”

“I’m guessing I insisted on a Kryptonian wedding and you insisted on a human one?”

She knows that one, because she’s been thinking about it. Well, at least she was before everything went to shit. She wanted to give Kara a Kryptonian ceremony. She had wanted to show her that Lena would be honored to share everything Kara’s world had to offer.

“Are we-” she hesitated, “Are we happy, Kara?”

She wasted no time in answering, “The happiest. You make me the happiest soul alive in this universe and in any universe.”

Fresh tears fall down the side of her face and Kara wipes them away before speaking, “Can I ask you a question?”

“Well, I guess it’s only fair.” Lena sniffles and prepares her mind for what she knows will be an emotionally-charged exchange not that this has been an easy conversation thus far.

“Out there, are you happy?”

Lena’s air is stolen from her. Well, she doesn’t know how to answer that one. 

“Sometimes,” she whispers. She’s not happy most of the time but sometimes she is.

Sometimes, Ruby calls her to tell her about a science project or sometimes Nia sends her meme even though she hasn’t been to Game Nights for almost a year now, sometimes Brainy takes her out for a drink and she feels like she’s got a little brother to call her own. 

So yeah, sometimes. Because the thought of perpetual happiness without Kara in her life is impossible. 

“Only sometimes?” Kara asks, brow furrowing.

“Yeah, only sometimes. Not like it matters, anyway.”

“Well, of course it matters! Your happiness matters!” Kara exclaims, old habits die hard what can she say?

But then Kara takes a turn from defensive to curious again, “Am I happy? Out there? I mean?” 

“I- I have no idea.”

Lena waits for the answer to sink in to Kara. 

“What? What do you mean you have no idea?”

“Remember when I said I hurt you?” 

Kara gives her a nod.

“Well, I haven’t seen you for a long time. I’ve been avoiding you. Normally people tend to not seek out their exes, you know.” 

She’s trying to keep it lighthearted. She’s trying not to let this Kara see how much she craves her presence, how much she wishes she could see Kara again. Don’t get her wrong, Supergirl is plastered every minute on the news, but- 

That’s not who she wants to see. 

“She’s miserable,” Kara answers point-blank leaving no room for argument, “If you’ve been avoiding me, I’d be miserable.”

That has Lena speechless. 

Because miserable would be an understatement of how things had been ever since they ended things. 

Ever since Lena ended things. 

“I don’t like not being with you, you know?” Kara states as if Lena doesn’t feel the same.

“I- I don’t like that either.”

“I know.”

She has to go. Lena knows she has to go but Kara is looking at her so sincerely and she can feel the love and she knows this is nothing but an intricate trap formed by an alien parasite slowly killing her. She has to go but-

“Lena!” 

The both of them are startled and four eyes immediately land to-

Kara?! No, not Kara. Supergirl.

“Supergirl,” She says; surprise coloring her voice. She didn’t know Supergirl would go in and save her. Hell, she didn’t even know how she found her. But then again, she’s tried solving the puzzle that is Kara Zor-El but had never been able to piece it together. 

Supergirl takes a look at her doppelganger in bed with Lena; a scene so familiar to her. A scene she’s replayed again and again in her head. A scene that was once their reality then a memory and now an illusion. She takes a step closer.

“Lena, we have to go, please. Please believe me, this isnt-” 

“-real,” Lena finishes for her and Supegirl looks stunned, “I know, Supergirl. I know how to reject my own fantasy. I’ve had plenty of practice, after all.”

She aims for sarcasm, because fucking fucking hell, how the fuck does anybody expect her to function if there were two Kara’s in front of her?

That was asking for too much. 

Beside her, Kara had gone silent. It seems like she knows what comes next. She knows what Supergirl intends to do. They’re the same person after all. 

“It’s okay,” Lena hears Kara say and she breaks away from the hero’s gaze to find Kara looking at her with those eyes again.

“It’s okay, Lena,” She repeats, “It’s okay, Supergirl’s here. You’re gonna be safe. Stay safe for me, yeah?”

“Lena we have to go. Now,” Supergirl commands from the other side of the room. 

“Okay, yeah,” She whispers then she turns to Supergirl, “Just give me a chance to say goodbye, please?”

Supergirl stares at her for a moment then at Kara then she gives them both a nod and turns back to give them privacy.

“Last question?”

“Hit me.”

“What’s your surname?”

“Luthor.”

Fuck. She shouldn’t feel this surprised but damn, hearing Kara confirm it? Lena doesn’t know how to feel about that. She doesn’t know how to feel about all of this. 

“Just like you promised.”

“Just like I promised.” 

The words are echoed back to her and Lena hates the way she’s noticed how stiff Supergirl’s posture had become in her periphery. Ignores the fact that Supergirl has superhearing. 

“Thank you for indulging me, Kara.”

“Always.”

Goodbye, darling.”

And then everything fades to black.

author’s note: hiya lovely people send me an ask if i should write a follow-up for this.

[black-coffee-and-sugar]

What the actual fuck

i had to sit with my thoughts on 6x18 for a while. you know every time i tell myself 'this is the worst episode' the sg writers say 'hold my beer'. this is the final season i can count all the genuinely good episodes on one hand with 3 fingers to spare. it's honestly so sad. the premiere injected me with so much promise, the phantom zone storyline was supposed to be the chance to explore kara as her own damn character again, 6b was going to give us all our endgames and the unity between the super friends that we've been robbed of for the past few seasons. but they have literally given us anything but that. for instance in this episode:

- started in such a strange place i actually had to check to make sure i didn't miss something

- cringe cringe cringe. why are the effects so bad

- fight scenes are so terribly choreographed. fire whoever is responsible

- william trusting otis with intel. super friends trusting the intel. especially lena. like come on, you should know otis better than the others and his relationship with your brother. you didn't think it was in the least bit suspect? the fuck happened to you lena???

- given how incompetent the super friends have been this entire season, im actually shocked that they managed to get those totems from nyxly

- nyxly's truth totem test used to further her contrived romance with lex and just like that, nyxly has ceased to exist as her own character. i was genuinely enjoying her as a villain up until this point

- andrea is actually not a nice person but i blame the writers for making her such a mean girl cut out instead of a complex, morally grey character. there's no actual motivation for her behaviour. her stock characterization, one dimensionality, one minute scenes this season is such a poor way to handle her. the only revelance she served was in 5x06 and i had hoped that they would spend more time with her as acrata and developing her friendship with lena, especially while lena was separated from kara and the super friends. but no, they didn't do that and im so irritated by this

- can't believe im saying this but william wasn't wrong with what he said to andrea. he wasn't. but he should just quit catco and go home. why isn't that an option?

- lena giving andrea solid advice. you know what that is? GROWTH

- idk how publishing lex's journals really does anything for catco or tainting lex's public image. if the trial didn't, the trial where he pretty much said "yes I wanted to mind control the world, what of it?" didn't convince the world he's evil and crazy, nothing will

- one of the most unbelievable things is that cat grant exists on earth prime and she's apparently quite fine with how catco, her baby, is a joke now

- alex cannot and does not understand kara's lived experience. "i was there" god y'all have no idea how that triggered me

- alex literally has two character traits: asshole cop and supportive sister. her reaction to kara's very reasonable suggestion about helping esme with her powers. is it a bad thing to use training wheels when you're learning how to properly ride a bike? the child doesn't know how to control her powers and it's overwhelming for her. taking steps to help manage that does not have to equate hiding and suppressing. it's just easing her into it while she learns control. like wtf was this scene

- kara apologized too why?

- lex getting all this character growth in these past 2 episodes is also triggering

- the way lex and nyxly are getting all this development and screentime when your MAIN CHARACTER GETS NOTHING

- lena on comms. Ooooh westallen vibes

- loving these kara and space dad scenes we've been getting recently

- brainia wtf. the crimes committed to this couple are UNENDING

- im assuming nia can't go to the future because she has a descendant there and this will basically become the same situation amaya was in on legends

- lena's little hip sway came too late in the episode to keep me invested

- but also can we take a minute to appreciate how hot everyone was looking this episode? even william

- william is allegedly "friends" with superheroes so my big question is, why wouldn't you call them instead of picking up a knife? you mean to tell me that the tower doesn't have a panic room or something? some internal lockdown sequence that is manual and therefore cannot be remotely disabled? is this a joke?

- i tried putting on my phone's video and putting it in perfect frame in 0.1 secs like william and it was not physically possible

- lex is an asshole yes but even him killing william made zero sense narratively

- andrea will be forever traumatized because she got william killed and you know what? im not even mad about that

- what does upset me is that william's death was not impactful. i think about tommy merlyn dying in arrow S1 or stein in legends S3 and how those deaths greatly impacted the main characters and the even the audience. but william's death did...nothing. even the super friends reaction to seeing him there on the floor bleeding out was...benign. it wasn't sad, it was stupid and unnecessary. but it fits the theme of them killing POC characters

- the bachelorette party lasted all of 2 minutes and honestly the episode should've ended there

- but also thinking about how short the party was, the lack of intimacy we saw from dansen and i am reminded that the cw is not interested in giving us real representation. don't let them fool you into thinking otherwise

- would also like to point out that all the couples were standing next to each other and it's very homophobic that supercorp and dansen were not grinding on their partners

- is it weird to have your dad at your bachelorette party? feels like it would be. honestly would've made sense for j'onn and eliza to babysit esme but no, they just had to get william involved and try (fail) to give him a "hero's death"

so what i gathered from this episode is no brainia, probably no supercorp, idk what is happening with andrea, lex and nyxly have become our main couple and that the super friends (comprised of a martian, kryptonian, 12th level intellect, dream energy wielding badass, genius billionaire/witch and 2 skilled vigilantes) need 2 men from the future and calvintown's paper editor to help them fight the big bads.

what the actual fuck

[wannabe-fic-writer]

Lena Luthor x Reader : Mistakes Were Made

Summary: You really should’ve paid much more attention to the wrapping.

Genre: 18+ Suggestive language, Masturbation, Toys, Implied Smut

Imagine comes from this request: “Reader accidentally gives a lewd gift meant for their long distance GF (or ex-GF) to their friend, Lena.”

Word Count: 2,134

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You really should’ve seen this coming.

In fact you saw it coming, you just didn’t prepare yourself for it.

Now that you’re faced with your mistakes, you’re the most embarrassed and, quite honestly, the dumbest you’ve ever been.

The first mistake started not but six months ago. You were ignorantly blissful in your relationship with your then girlfriend Carly. You were preparing yourself to go on a two month long DEO mission and had bought a gift for her, one that would keep her “occupied” while you couldn’t.

A dildo. You bought her a dildo.

Having experimented with different ways to fulfill your desires while you were gone on missions, the added use of toys during your sexual phone calls was quickly agreed upon.

Your second mistake came the day you planned to give it to her. You’d officially been gone five days and figured the sooner you told her the sooner you both could make good use of it. So you called. And called. And called. Only to be ignored all three times. Then for the fourth call to be answered, on accident. Based on the noises you’d heard it was obvious what was happening, obvious that Carly didn’t need your little gift after all.

You ignored her for the entirety of your mission and promptly confronted her when you got back. She didn’t deny it either, just claimed it was something she never should’ve done and begged for another chance. But you were far from willing to give it to her. So you broke up, went through the motions of moving out and cutting ties.

Third mistake was still checking up on her on her social media. It was clear that her little side piece was more than that, when you saw the very new pictures of them together on your feed.

Your friends were one hundred percent ready to go to war for you. Kara and Alex couldn’t believe that someone would cheat on you, they didn’t understand cheating in general, but to cheat on someone as sweet as you made the least amount of sense.

Nia wanted to find Carly and teach her a lesson. A fact she made abundantly clear.

While Lena, she was pissed and confused and a million other things. The CEO has had a crush on you since before you started dating Carly and her feelings grew over the entirety of your relationship. She saw the way you were with Carly, how attentive, caring, understanding, and overall romantic you were.

All in all they could tell how hurt you were about the whole thing. You weren’t in love with her or anything but you were getting there.

It’s why your friends insisted you spend more time with them after the break up. Alongside your usual hang outs at Al’s and game nights at Kara’s house, the blonde planned a Friend’s Appreciation night.

That’s when your final mistake happened.

You all agreed on celebrating the impromptu holiday and planned on getting each other gifts. You wrapped and tagged every gift but one. When it’d gotten time for you to wrap Lena’s you got distracted as said woman popped by so you shoved her gift at the top of your closet and thought nothing of it till the day of.

In which you excitedly grabbed the wrong damn box.

Everything was going perfect, drinks were flowing, Kara was knee deep in a second helping of potstickers, and gifts were being exchanged.

You’d handed Lena hers with a sweet smile and a,“ I thought of you when I saw it so I had to.”

So imagine the hopeful surprise she felt when she opened the ten inch, fairly realistic looking dildo with a cute little red bow around it.

All the girls had asked what she got, especially since they knew of her feelings for you and figured you had at least a crush on her. But this, she couldn’t and wouldn’t share this with them. No this was to stay between the two of you.

Except you didn’t know that. Well you did but not to the full extent.

Which meant you were oblivious to how sexual her words were when she would text or tell you that she “adored her gift” or “couldn’t get enough of it” or better yet “wanted you to use it with her.”

It was that last one that started to tie things together for you. You weren’t sure how you both would use a diamond jewelry set. So you’d jokingly told her you didn’t think that was possible, to which she said “if you play your cards right it is.”

You figured she was just messing around so you brushed it off. Until you saw her again, stopping into L-Corp just to say hi at lunch.

A frown masked your brows as you sat down across from her, e/c eyes roaming her neck and ears,“ you don’t have my gift.” You pouted.

Lena’s eyes widened and she gave a disbelieving chuckle,“ of course I don’t, I’m at work Y/n.” She looked off,“ though it would definitely come in handy when I’m stressed.”

The last part brought a smile to your face. The thought that your gift brought her comfort. But you didn’t understand the first bit.“ Wh-why wouldn’t you bring it to work. Do you not want people to see it?”

If she wasn’t surprised before she is now. It’s one thing to give her a dildo as an appreciation gift but to now subtly but openly admit to wanting to be semi-public with it was another.

Did you have an exhibitionist kink or something? Did you enjoy the risk of possibly being caught? Or were you just into the idea of her carrying your dildo around with her?

“Y-Y/n I,” her shoulders dropped as she processed your words,“ I’ll do it.”

Leaning forward, you rested a hand on hers,“ good, I’m glad you like it by the way. I wasn’t sure if you even needed something like that but I guess it’s the thought that counts right?”

“Of course.”

The next day, you were more than happy to receive a text from the CEO saying she had your gift with her. You’d replied that “you wanted to see how it looked on her” which made the brunette flush with arousal and embarrassment, unbeknownst to you. But she was curious about how you’d respond.

The second you got the picture you had to do a double take which then led to you dropping your phone.

There your best friend Lena Luthor was, her legs spread beneath her desk, with an all too familiar dildo disappearing into her clearly sopping pussy.

In an instant, you were sprinting back to your bedroom. Throwing your closet door open and snatching the box off the top shelf. Nestled inside on top of tissue paper was the diamond necklace and matching earrings you thought you gave to Lena.

No instead you gave your best friend a goddamn dildo!

“Oh. My. Fuck.” You whispered into the quiet space.

The one thing you’d done in the midst of this entire situation that wasn’t a mistake, was going to Lena about it.

You raced to L-Corp, a million and one thoughts on your mind about it all. Every conversation you had about the gift.

Heat rushed to your face when you remembered one of the first things she told you about it, she couldn’t get enough of it.

How many times had she used it?

If it came from you, did she think of you when using it?

No wonder she told you she didn’t bring it to work. It was a goddamn dildo and not a necklace.

How you managed to be so clueless was lost on you but you had to at least try to clear it up, lest your best friend think you were some type of creep.

Pulling up to the building, you moved just as fast to get inside and up to her office. In the midst of all your panic you didn’t even consider the fact that you just received a picture of her actions.

The sight before you when you entered, stopped you in your tracks.

Lena’s head thrown back, eyes shut, as her arm flexed with her obviously quick and forceful pumps.

She was fucking herself with it, right there.

“L-Lena.” You fumbled, shutting the door before anyone could dare look inside to find their boss in such a compromising and vulnerable position.“ Lena.” You said clearer the second time.

Keeping up with her ministrations, she looked up at you, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth. You heard the low moan she gave and at that point you were pretty sure it was because of you more so than the toy between her legs.

Admittedly you didn’t know what to do. Well you did. You should’ve given her the last of her privacy but you couldn’t take your eyes off her.

She was beautiful there’s no denying that, however nothing could be sexier than having seen her like that. Falling apart with each flick of her wrist, knowing you were there.

When she reached her peak she shook, her body overwhelmed and you had no control over yours. Walking across the office, you grabbed her face, and crashed your lips on hers. The long moan she’d let out now swallowed by you.

After she calmed down, you released her, and sat back against the desk. Your gaze followed the action of her pulling the dildo from her, catching how wet it was and nearly dying at the thought of causing that and possibly fixing it.

“I wouldn’t’ve been opposed to you helping me you know?”

“That,” you pointed to the toy,“ was not meant for you.” You blurted out.“ I got you a necklace and mixed up the boxes and I realize how fucked up that sounds but apparently you made good use of it regardless.”

Lena’s eyebrows raised as she dazedly looked at you,“ seriously?”

An embarrassed, nervous, smile took over your face,“ yeah. I can’t even tell you how I mixed up the packages.” You said, setting her intended gift down.

Green eyes flicked down to the box. With an embarrassed blush on her cheeks, she swallowed and threw the toy in an empty drawer. Then scrambling to fix herself.

The realization of the situation settling in her mind and causing that blush to deepen.

“Y-you- I-I’m so sorry,” she stutters out. Her eyes widen and she’s quick to bury her face in her hands.“ All those messages I sent and your replies I thought you-”

She stops and your eyebrow raises. You had a feeling what she intended to say but had to hear it.

“You thought I what?” Slowly her hands lower and her gaze finds yours.“ What Le?”

Taking a deep breath she nearly whispers,“ I thought you may have felt the same about me.”

Do I? You find yourself thinking. Did all those seemingly platonic cuddles mean something? When you kiss her forehead and she kisses your cheek is there something behind that?

Is the love you feel for her more than friendly? Had you just pushed the way you use to feel about her away? Was it that easy?

You’re smart enough to know feelings are never easy. And aware of your emotional state to know that there was always something romantic behind everything you did with and for Lena.

“I do.” Her eyes, that had fallen to the desk, snap up to yours in surprise.“ I’ve always felt something for you Lena.”

“But Carly-”

“Is my ex. And while I’m still dealing with the hurt of that, I’m completely over her.” You raise a hand to gently rest against her cheek.“ I’d like to take you out sometime, maybe explore what we’ve both been feeling?”

She seems to be frozen for a moment. Her eyes clearly search yours for sincerity and she nods upon finding it.“ I’d like that.”

Smiling, you lean down and capture her lips in a sweet kiss. A smile of her own forms into it causing you both to pull away.

Your breath ghosts over her lips as you teasingly whisper,“ and maybe you can call me the next time you use that thing.”

Even though she chuckles disbelievingly and swats your arm, a blush finds its place on her cheeks again, this time purely from arousal instead of embarrassment.

When you go for another kiss, you can’t help but think that maybe your mistakes weren't that bad.

[haikyuucute]

I saw that your requests were open so I ran to your ask box because babes!! Your work is so good 😂 Could I request a before and after dating scenario of Alpha!Sugawara and a fiesta omega who constantly teases him? Reader soon goes through her heat cycle and acts the exact opposite of how she normally does? could you add a lil smut in there too pls? 👀 if you’re feelin it.

I wrote this similar to my Tendou fic, where the beginning is written as headcanons and the smut is a drabble

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Sugawara had never met an omega as outgoing and feisty as you were and because of that, he immediately felt an attraction towards you

It was when he had stepped into the gym to find you wrestling with Nishinoya, yelling something or other about him buying the last strawberry milk and to give it to you

lol of course you were friends with the overexcited alpha

But Suga was pretty surprised to see you holding your own against the alpha— he didn’t know that you two wrestled way too often

You had successfully pried the milk from his hands bolting towards the door, luckily Tanaka had held Noya back

And when you spotted Suga by the door, you stopped, a grin growing on your face as you looked at the pretty setter

”You’re cute”

Suga’s face flushed fifty shades of red, he didn’t get flustered easily but he hadn’t expected an omega to be so bold— especially such a pretty one

You burst into giggles and poked his cheek

”Aww you’re all red. How cute!”

That was when Tanaka yelled at you to leave since his hold was loosening on Noya

You jumped and bolted for the door, but not before shouting at Suga:

”Bye cutie!”

He stared after you stunned with his heart hammering in his chest, immediately demanding to know who you were from the pouting Noya

“She’s an evil omega— ow! Fine that’s (L/N) (F/N)!”

As far as Suga was concerned, you were already his omega from that moment on

Your scent had lingered in the back of his mind— you smelled like candy

It was so sweet he could practically taste it on his tongue when he thought of you

He just wished his second encounter with you had gone better

A few days later he smelled that same overwhelmingly sweet scent and immediately ran towards it

Only to find you scenting Noya in the courtyard

His throat immediately tightened— did he read the situation wrong? Were you actually mates with Noya? Then why would you call him cute?

He stood frozen as he watched you run your wrists up and down Noya’s arms while the libero grinned

A few moments later, you and Noya had noticed him

A pretty smile grew on your lips as you spotted Suga, grinning excitedly

Noya bounded towards him, briefly greeting him before running past him, yelling back at you

”Thanks (F/N)— I’m sure those omegas are gonna be jealous now with you scent all over me!”

Suga furrowed his eyebrows in confusion as he stared after Noya

Only turning around when he felt you tap on his shoulder

He jumped at seeing how close you had gotten, that same teasing smile on your lips

”Sugawara-senpai, right? Noya told me your name.”

He blinked and slowly nodded still completely confused as to what you and Noya were doing before

”What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?” “....What uh— what were you two doing?”

He regretted asking as soon as your face lit up even more

“Oh— Suga-senpai, are you jealous?” “No!” “Well if you must know, Noya-chan asked me to scent him cause he thinks if these omegas that he likes smell another omega’s scent on him, they’ll get jealous— but I guessed it worked for me instead”

He blushed deeply again, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly, feeling stupid

”Do you want to go out with me?”

And once again, he was taken aback by your boldness, but with a red face he quickly nodded and agreed to go out with you

When the two of you finally started going out, Suga swore it was the most fun he had ever had

You were extroverted and playful and would constantly drag him place after place when you went out on dates, constantly teasing him the whole time

Soon enough, Suga was able to get more used to your playfulness and eventually was able to show his own playful and mischievous side with you

Whenever you two were together it sometimes turned into a teasing match to see who could make who blush first— you usually won

Though you were also a bit of a handful for him sometimes

You were easily excited— much like Noya and Hinata— and sometimes you behaved that way at the worst of times, making him have to calm you down

This also lead to you sometimes trying to challenge him, making your fiery personality show

It was also during one of these moments where your first kiss took place

You had stared at Suga with narrowed eyes when he attempted to calm you down and with the whole team watching, he felt put on the spot

So he grabbed you by the shoulders and kissed you

When he pulled away, you were completely flustered

When you got closer, simply scenting you with his wrists wasn’t enough, so the two of you would end up cuddled for hours

However, one of your favorite things was to get Noya to scent you, cuz when Suga smelled his scent on you, it would get him riled up and possessive

So he’d try to cover up Noya’s scent

But you’d run away, turning it into a game of cat and mouse that would eventually end in the two of you wrestling until Suga got his way

Eventually his rut had arrived before your heat, and you hadn’t gone into heat either when you helped Suga through his rut

Which meant you were hellbent on making it difficult for him to dominate you

You bit his shoulder and yanked on his hair, flipping the two of you over as often as possible so you could be on top

You tried to restrain his hands in yours but he easily loosened his grip since he was much stronger

And you teased and taunted him relentlessly

You had practically made him go feral, the only way he was able to get you to completely submit was to flip you onto your stomach, hold your wrists together behind your back, while each of your moans were muffled by your panties that he had shoved in your mouth

After that rut, he made sure to go out and buy a gag for you

And eventually your heat would arrive about a month later

Suga didn’t know what to expect when he walked into your room to see you in heat for the first time

But it definitely wasn’t what he had thought

The omega that laid on your bed was unrecognizable

You were curled up in a ball and whimpering with tears in your eyes

You immediately smelled him once he stepped in, looking at him longingly

“Alpha, please... need you...”

Your voice was so unlike you and suddenly, Suga was thinking back to how difficult you had made his rut

It was only fair he returned the favor~

“Please Alpha,” you sobbed uselessly, trying to grind against him but his hands kept you still.

Suga had you on his lap, his cock buried to the hilt in your soaking pussy— but he refused to move, making you two cockwarm, while listening to your desperate pleads for him to do something.

He smiled, satisfied with the completely destroyed look on your face. He leaned forward slightly, kissing your forehead, “Once you show me you can be a good girl and stay still for more than five minutes, I’ll fuck you however you want my sweet Omega.”

Another broken sob left you as you buried your face in his neck, hands gripping onto his shoulders tightly.

It was impossible, you could practically feel him throbbing in your cunt. You felt so hot everywhere— you needed to cum or else you’d lose your mind.

You sobbed against his neck, warm tears hitting his skin. Your cries did pull at his heart and he wanted nothing more than to please you, but whenever he thought back to his rut, he was able to hold his ground, because maybe if he made this difficult for you, you’d be better behaved during his next rut.

And Sugawara was determined on making this very difficult.

He’d occasionally shift on purpose to pull a moan out of you, making it nearly impossible to not grind down against him, which only served to prolong the entire thing. Or he’d move a hand to toy with your clit, making you move every single time without fail.

It had already been a half hour and your sobs only increased, begging for him to do anything.

But you behaved, managing to keep still for five minutes.

He cupped your jaw, pulling you from the crook of his neck so he could look at your tear streaked face. He sighed, running a hand through your tangled hair.

He leaned in, capturing your lips with his, to which you eagerly kissed back.

”So cute, pretty girl,” he cooed, “All you want to do is submit to your Alpha, hm?”

You sniffled, nodding your head.

He grinned at you teasingly, “Makes me wonder where my troublesome Omega went— will you be my good girl for the next few days?”

You nodded again, “Yes— I’ll be good- please make me cum Alpha.”

His smile grew, and he kissed your temple, “Then get on your hands and knees and show me how behaved you can be~”

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Safest in your arms pt 2

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Pairing: Georgia Miller x Fem!OC

Summary: Samantha tries to take her mind off a certain blonde.

Warnings: (18+) MDNI cursing, drug use, age gap relationships (18 and 30) grooming, sexual themes.

IT WASNT IDEAL HAVING TO BE THE OLDEST DAUGHTER.

especially not when you had to pick up your siblings from school everyday. Samantha was never the type to complain but it was getting hard to do so when Maxine wouldn't get in the damn car. with not much of a choice she had to park and wait for the girl to be done talking to the girl she now knew was named Ginny. it was all she could talk about on the way to school and Samantha had already grown tired of the name.

thankfully Marcus went out with Padma so she did not have to worry about having to hear him complain about how their sister takes too long. the girl was listening to the song playing through the speakers that was being controlled by Jade. Nia and Mathew were in the back. Oliver and Natalie had a date so they weren't planning on hanging out with them.

"seriously, how long does it take for your sister to say goodbye" Nia complained from the back seat as she scrolled through her instagram feed. Samantha rolled her eyes in annoyance, she wished she could just honk until Max got the hint and hurried the fuck up but she did not want to draw any attention to her.

"she's lucky i'm not leaving her ass behind" Samantha muttered and threw her head back against the back of the seat.

"why don't you?" Matthew chuckled. the boy was sitting in the middle and watching whatever it was Nia was doing on her phone. at first she glared at him until he looked away but after a couple of seconds he would just pry again so she gave up.

"because i don't want to hear her nagging about it for the rest of the day" the raven haired girl answered with a huff. Jade was in the passenger seat also scrolling through her feed and every once in a while she'd show a picture to Samantha and make a sly remark about the post.

at one point the girl laid her head on Jades shoulder through the console to see what she was looking at. Maxine was taking her sweet ass time and she figured they'd be there a while. she was caught up on Jades phone and didn't realize a certain someone had pulled into the school parking lot across from them. that is until a whistle sounded from the backseat.

Samantha looked behind her slightly confused only to see Matthew staring at someone outside with a huge smirk, the girls head whipped around. a silent and thankfully inaudible gasp escaped her lips at the sight. the woman she had shared a blunt with the night before was a couple feet away from bed. Georgia was wearing an all white pantsuit and a black sun hat along with glasses, it all really made her look like a housewife and if Samantha were being honest, she loved it.

memories of her laugh and voice and everything they said just a couple hours ago flashed in a fury. the blonde was staring at her daughter who was just wrapped up in a conversation with Max. up until Brody approached them staring right at the blonde mom, all of Maxine's friends following his eye sight. Samantha could see Ginny storm away angrily, she seemed to have said something to her mom before she got in the car as quickly as possible.

her eyebrows furrowed at the sight. she wondered if they had a bad relationship and if they did, why. last night she smoked weed with the mother as if it were nothing which made her believe she wasn't a strict mom. or maybe she just didn't care because Samantha wasn't her daughter.

"god i'm in love" Nia sighed out dreamily taking Samantha out of her mind.

the raven girl chuckles at her friend, "id expect that from Matthew but not from you" she said looking at her friend from the rear view mirror. Nia shrugged carelessly.

"what? i would literally let her run me over and then i'd thank her for her charity" the curly haired girl said with a smile.

they all laughed at her words, "yeah, okay" Jade chuckled.

the events that took place the night before hadn't been mentioned to the group and Samantha was starting to wonder if she should say something. on one hand she needed to tell someone desperately but on the other it somehow felt like a secret. they didn't really do anything wrong or inappropriate but somehow it felt like Samantha had to keep it to herself. it was stupid though.. right? she could tell her friends they smoked and that's that, it's not a big deal. besides, they weren't exactly the kind to gossip, they only hung out with each other because they didn't like anyone else.

"can i tell you guys something and you all won't freak out?" Samantha said turning her body to the side so she was looking at all of them. Jade looked at her friend slightly worried.

"of course" she said quickly.

Samantha swallowed nervously, why was she acting like this? they'd probably just give her props for scoring a smoke sesh with the hot mom across the street and move onto the next conversation topic. "so i kind of had a smoke sesh with her last night" she rushed out her eyes moving from one face to another to see how they'd react.

they all looked equally confused by her words and one second turned into two and then three and four until finally Matthews loud laugh reached their ears. "holy shit. no way. howd that even happen?" he asked extremely amused.

the raven haired girl shrugged, "honestly? i don't even know. i was just smoking up front like always and she was just chilling on her balcony. i went over there to ask her if she'd keep me smoking on the dl and she said she would but only if i shared and yeah that's pretty much it" she nodded.

Nias eyebrows raised in surprise before she broke out into a huge grin just like Matthew. "damn, Sam. now i'm jealous your making moves on my future girl" she said earning and eye roll from the raven girl.

"shut up," she groaned in annoyance. Matthew laughed and held his hand up for a high five and Nia hit it with her own hand. "seriously though," she spoke once more her tone of voice indicating she really was serious. "what do you guys think that means?"

"honestly? probably that she saw the opportunity to get free weed from a teenage girl who's got the hots for her" Matthew shrugged

Nia nodded in agreement, "he's right" she said pointing at him.

in the end she was right when she said they'd just change the conversation topic because soon after they began to gossip about some girl who's pregnant in Matthews third period. she tried to listen into their conversation but she just couldn't wrap her head around it. was Matthew right? did Georgia just see an opportunity to get high for free? she wasn't sure why that idea hit a certain spot in her heart but it did and the tightened in her chest simply wouldn't go away. maybe it was just the fact that Georgia was using her, although she'd feel that way if anyone used her in general. at least that's what she told herself.

five minutes later Samantha realized they were still waiting on Maxine and decided she had enough. the girl buckled herself in and put the car in drive. the white Camry slowly pulled up to the front and the older sister rolled her window down. she saw Nora point at her and Maxine turn quickly after. "let's go" she said.

Max groaned, "but i'm still talking to Nora"

Samantha shrugged, "i don't care. i have to drop you off and then i have a shift at six so get in the car, Max"

the brunette rolled her eyes, "whatever" she sighed and said her goodbyes before marching toward the car angrily.

her shift was from six to ten. it was like any other work day and the three teens she drove home from school kept her company for an hour before Oliver dropped Natalie off and stayed for another hour. once it was eight Oliver and the other three teens left making him drive them all home. it usually always consisted of either the twins or Samantha driving them around. Matthew always offered to take his car but they didn't fit (and they were always afraid of fucking it up) and neither Jade or Natalie had one.

even though it was like any other work day she did see Ginny on a date with Hunter Chen. no idea how that happened but as soon as she got home Max bombarded her with questions, asking if she had seen them and what had happened between the two. in all honesty it looked like any regular date, they got fries to share and they seemed to be talking freely. there really wasn't anything to say about them, it was kind of disappointing. she would've loved to see one of them embarrass themselves or catch them making out in the bathroom.

Samantha shook her head at the thought, not everyone's first date was like here, she thought. the girl was in her room, she had just taken a shower and was in shorts and an oversized shirt. Ellen and Clint had gone to the school board meeting meaning Samantha and the twins went out to eat and she had to hear Max rant about how hot Georgia was and how Hunter and Ginny would make an amazing couple. it was just weird seeing Marcus so uncomfortable at everything Max was saying. she tried not to read too much into it though, if anything did happen between the two she'd rather not know about it.

the girl laughed at Matthews message from the group chat.

Teen titans

Matty: you gonna have another

smoke sesh wth the milf Sam?

Sam: ha ha. i'll make sure your the

last to know if i do;)

she felt her phone flood with more messages but decided to ignore them as she went to her closet and got out another bud. she already had two rolled, she was going to smoke one at work but she was too distracted by her friends talking about Ginny to do so. now she had an extra and she wasn't sure what to do with it. truly she did but she wasn't sure if the blonde woman was still awake at this hour.

the raven haired girl walked up to her window and pulled back the curtain, the house across the street was dark, much like it had been the day before. she bit her lip deep in thought, chances are she's asleep or not in the mood to talk to a high teen yet another night. but what if she was awake? and what if shes just waiting for her to come out. she groaned in frustration and walked away from the window, she grabbed the sweater she had worn the day before and threw it on before going back to the window and unlocking it. without much of a struggle she slid it open and began to climb down.

she hit the floor with ease and turned around, the girl sprinted down the street and toward the quiet house. the blonde woman wasn't there like she had been the day before and a defeated sigh left her lips. she felt stupid for even feeling this way, they smoked once, it wasn't something special or monumental that meant anything to the woman. she was just a teen that had the hots for her, just like Matthew had said. she felt stupid for even thinking otherwise, she was a seventeen year old who had a crush on her neighbor, what a fucking cliche.

she looked down at her white shoes and bit her lip, she'd probably just smoke them both by herself or save the other one for the party this Friday. with that the girl turned around ready to walk back to her house but she was quickly stopped from doing so. a light flickered on and a door opened behind her. she furrowed her eyebrows confused at first but any questions were quickly answered by a familiar voice.

"you got more weed?" the voice said making a smile turn on the tan girls lips. she turned back around and looked up to see Georgia looking down at her with an amused smile.

"had an extra, better then smoking alone, right?" she answered holding up the two blunts in one hand for the woman to see. Georgia rolled her eyes in slight amusement and motioned for her to come up. Samantha did so with butterflies in her stomach and a heart that seemed to want to beat out of her chest. the anticipation was too much and her hands were slightly shaky along with her breath. she hadn't felt like this in forever and it felt weird.

she climbed the railing a lot easier then she did the day before and when her feet landed she didn't let out a dramatic sigh of relief, even though she really want to. the blonde was sitting with her legs folded to the side, she had on a robe and a pair of shorts like the day before. and just like last night they didn't leave much to the imagination. Samantha tried her best to not stare, though. she sat down next to the blonde with a shy smile and took out the two rolled up blunts. she handed one to Georgia who grabbed it happily.

"i see you've upgraded" she commented as the younger girl took out her lighter.

the shorter girl shrugged, "had one left over and your a good smoking buddy" she said and motioned for the blonde to put the blunt up to her lips. Georgia did so and watched intently as Samantha flicked the lighter on and brought it up to it. she could see the freckles litter the girls skin, she didn't have any makeup on just like last night and she could see the slight eye bags under her eyes. the shorter girl trapped her lip in between her teeth as she focused on getting the blunt to burn. she could feel Georgias eyes on her and she was turning her best to ignore her.

finally the blunt lit and she pulled away almost instantly, she brought the one in her hand to her own lips and burnt it a lot quicker than she did with Georgia. she inhaled and then exhaled the smoke, a wave of calmness setting inside her. none of them spoke, all that could be see between them is the smoke they were each letting out of their mouth. they waited until they smoke about a fourth before Georgia decided to talk, she could see how nervous Samantha was and figured she wouldn't be making the effort to initiate a conversation like she did last time.

"Ginny went on a date" she said and blew the smoke out of her mouth. Samantha tried her best to not show a reaction, she was looking down at her shoes. her knees were up to her chest and she was hugging them with her arms.

"oh" Samantha nodded calmly, almost as if this was the first time she had heard about it.

Georgia raised a brow at the girl who still wouldn't look at her, she didn't buy it that Samantha wasn't already aware of it. she had seen first hand how much Max talked and there was no way it didn't come up at least once. "you didn't know?"

Samantha finally glanced at the blonde and shook her head, "oh no i did, i just wasn't sure if you knew" she shrugged.

Georgia looked at the girl even more confused if that was even possible. it took her a second to realize what she meant by her words, "you keep your dating life from your mom?" she accused, her eyebrow still lifted in question and Samantha chuckled.

"of course" the blonde was slightly shocked not only be her answer but by how carelessly she said, almost as if it wasn't a big deal at all. Samantha looked at Georgia when she realized how quiet she went and laughed at her reaction. "it's just easier," she shrugged "i can bring girls home and say they are just friends"

"and you think she believes you?"

Samantha shrugged again, "probably not but she'd never ask" she said and took a long drag.

Georgia nodded, "so you're the favorite?"

Samanthas back shook as she let out a humorous laugh "hah no. i just earned her trust, i never gave her a reason to have to ask questions so she just doesn't" she said and ran her hand through her hair lazily.

Georgia nodded in understanding. she watched the way Samanthas free hand would tick every couple of seconds, it seemed to be uncontrollable and Samantha didn't seem to be aware she was even doing it. that made her think about her conversation a couple hours earlier. they were in the same spot she is now with her daughter smoking the weed she confiscated from Marcus. the irony. she thought about how Ellen told her Samantha and Max were gay and how she and Clint were supportive of it. she never mentioned either of them having a girlfriend though and that made her wonder about the girl Samantha was always in the car with. the girl she was sitting beside at Blue farm when they first met or on the hood of her car when they were with their friends. there were so many times she saw them together and wondered if they were together. "are you dating that girl with black hair?"

Samantha looked at the woman in question, who was she talking about? the only girl she could think of that Georgia had seen her with was Jade but that was ridiculous. they'd never done anything to make anyone think they were dating. "Jade?" she asked with furrowed brows.

the blonde finally pried her eyes away from the raven haired girl and glanced down at her hand. "i don't know" she said simply.

Samantha chuckled at the thought of anyone thinking they were a thing. it's not Jade wasn't her type but she just never wanted the group dynamic to get messed up. it was already feeling really weird with Matthew and Nia, she didn't want to add onto it. "no. she's my best friend" she explained.

the blonde nodded and blew the smoke out of her mouth, it was godly. "she's pretty"

Samantha nodded in agreement, "oh incredibly so" she confirmed "but that would fuck up our friend group dynamic and we just don't care for it"

the blond hummed, "so your not dating anyone?"

with a shake of her head the girl responded "not right now. i don't really date if i'm honest" the words were leaving her mouth with a lot more ease, she was high to the point in which she didn't really think about her answers before saying them. in fact by now she had put out the small blunt and left it in the ashtray between them. she wondered if Georgia smoked cigarettes as well. she was never a fan of them or the smell but simply the thought of the blonde beside her holding a deadly stick in her hand and smoking it made her stomach twist.

the blonde looked at the girl confused, "why not?"

Samantha shrugged, "it takes up a lot of time" she sighed with a slight shrug. she dropped her head onto her knee caps for support.

Georgia laughed "aren't you a teenager?" she asked almost as if what Samantha had just said sounded unbelievable to her.

"sure, that takes all AP classes, works and has to make time for her needy siblings and friends"

"you work?" the blonde questioned.

the girl nodded, "at blue farm"

she looked at Samantha confused, in fact at this point at this point the look on the woman's face was engraved in her head. it seemed as if everything Samantha said confused her. maybe it was just the high. "the twins don't" she stated.

she chuckled "the twins also don't have their own car or are able to go out at night without an explanation"

Georgia smiled with a nod, "so you've got it all figured out huh?"

Samantha shrugged a bit sheepish "i guess," she said and watched as Georgia hit the blunt lightly to get rid of the ash piled at the end of it. she was taking her time smoking and even though Samantha didn't know it was because she still felt a slight fuzz from when she smoked with Ellen. she realized Georgia wasn't going to talk, maybe excepting Samantha to elaborate more so she did, a lot more serious now. "i don't know, i did date someone last year but it was in secret and it got kinda fucked up"

finally Georgias attention was intently set on her at her previous words, "and who would that be?"

Samantha almost laughed, she wouldn't be getting an answer this quickly or at all, really. "wouldn't you like to know"

the blonde pouted, "oh come on, i'm not one of your friends, like i'd know or tell anyone" even though she looked incredibly cute and a part of Samantha was burning at the thought of Georgia begging her to know something about her life. it was almost ego boosting.

"i don't know about either of those, you probably know them by now and how can i be sure you won't go and blather go Ginny"

Georgia laughed loudly, "please, like i ever tell her anything"

Samantha looked at the blonde slightly amused at how she reacted, "maybe you have a point about that"

the blonde looked at Samantha intently expecting her to add to her sentence but the raven haired girl simply looked at the blonde with a smile that even though she shouldn't, she found incredibly endearing. "so your just not gonna tell me?"

Samantha shook her head. "nope." she said and stood up. "i'll see you around though Georgia" she said and winked at the blonde. Georgia looked at the girl climb down her balcony in slight bewilderment, mod expecting her to just up and leave her alone in the middle of a conversation. the raven haired girl glanced at the blonde one last time before running to her house with a huge grin displayed on her lips.

in that exact moment she knew she was fucked.

the rest of the week passed in a flash and friday came faster than expected. all four girls decided to get ready at Samanthas house. Oliver and Matthew had gone to the store to pick up a bottle to pregame and Samantha was more than ready to get wasted and not have to think about anything else other than who she's taking home. the raven haired girl was curling her hair, makeup already done. Nia had helped with her eyeliner and even offered her lipstick but Samantha declined. Nia only looked at the girl with a knowing look and continued on with her own makeup.

Jade and Natalie were already done, Jade was vaping on Samanthas bed whilst Natalie was talking to her. it didn't take long for the bedroom door open and Matthew and Oliver walk in with a black backpack. "what'd you get?" Samanthas asked and set the curling wand down. she ran her fingers through her hair to break the curls and make them look more natural. once she was done she stood from her vanity chair and looked at the two boys.

"vodka and fireball" Matthew said with a huge grin. he took the bag off his shoulder and threw it on the bed, the bag landing beside Jade who straightened up and began to unzip it.

"seriously? fireball? what the fuck?" Jade asked holding the bottle in her hand, practically reading everyone's thoughts.

"what?" Matthew chuckled, "it's the quickest and easiest way to get drunk" he said with a slight shrug.

Oliver laughed and hit the boy on the back twice, "yeah, the quickest way to end up on Anna's bed" he said referring to Matthews crazy ex. the boy shook his head with a horrified look.

"fuck no. i just didn't have any cash on me" he said and Samantha laughed.

"you could have told me, i have money" she said holding up a fifty. Matthew shrugged and sat down on the girls bed, his eyes lingered on Nias frame for a second too long before he craned his neck to look at Jade.

"you look very pretty" he complimented the girl with his signature smirk.

Jade laughed loudly, "fuck off. there'll be plenty of girls willing to have sex with you there"

Matthews mouth fell open in shock, "ouch. i was just giving you a polite compliment"

"to get into her pants" Natalie murmured bringing the vape Jade just had up to her lips. Oliver smiled proudly at his girlfriend and sat down on her lap, who was sitting on the beanbag at the corner of the room.

"i love you" he admitted and kissed her lips.

everyone let out a dramatic groan at the sight, "get a room" Nia said and grabbed the closet pillow near her and threw at her brother and his girlfriend. Oliver laughed as he held his hand up and caught it easily.

"you guys are so single. seriously, every single one of you needs to get laid asap" he said pointing at each of them.

"oh god, i know" Samantha admitted with a frown and walked toward Jade. the taller girl welcomed her with open arms, a genuine smile on her lips as she caught the girls body with her own and let her stay there.

Nia glanced at them and then turned to Oliver who was already looking at her. a second later Matthew stood from the bed and grabbed the bottle of vodka. "who's up for shots?" he asked and held the alcohol up.

Samantha's ears perked at the statement and she pulled away instantly, not fully just to the point in which she wasn't practically laying on the girl under her. "fuck yes. i need to get drunk as soon as possible" she said and took one of the plastic shots Matthew was handing out.

the teen boy went around with the bottle pouring everyone except for the twins a shot. they were both driving and they all had an agreement that the designated driver could never drink, even a drop of alcohol. once they all had their cup filled Matthew held his up in the air. "to the best senior year ever" he said making Jade and Samantha laugh.

"you are so corny"

he rolled his eyes, "come on, i'm serious"

the two glanced at one another with an amused smile before they turned toward Matthew and held their cup up as well. "to the best senior year ever" they repeated Matthews words and all hit his cup before bringing the cup to their lips and downing the liquor in one go.

once they had all swallowed Matthew put the bottle away and slung the bag over his shoulder. "we ready?"

they all nodded, each grabbing their perspective things and following the boy out of Samanthas room. the raven haired girl was wearing a long cardigan over her black mini dress. she'd rather not have her mom see her wearing a dress that barely covered her ass.

"hey guys," Ellen said smiling at each of them who greeted the woman back enthusiastically. "your leaving?" she asked directing her words to her daughter.

"yeah." she nodded with a smile.

the blonde nodded, "okay. just be back by two" she said earning a nod from her daughter.

"okay, Nia will probably bring me home" she said pointing at her friend who held her hand up in a slight wave at Ellen. the blonde mom smiled at Nia in appreciation.

"okay honey, just please be safe and call if you need anything" she said and Samantha held up a thumbs up. she kissed her mothers cheek and waved at her dad who recuperated the gesture. they each said goodbye to the woman as they shuffled out of the house.

"i love Ellen" Oliver said with a huge grin.

"you say that every time you come to my house" Samantha rolled her eyes.

"and i will never get tired of it. she's the best, i mean she asked no questions and let's you go out until two without you having to beg. i mean seriously, im in love with that woman" he concluded making his girlfriend smack his arm softly with a shake of her head.

"yes, Oliver. we know you have mommy issues now get in the damn car" Nia rolled her eyes at her brother and shoved past him.

Samantha got in the passenger seat of her friends car whilst Jade got in the back. Matthew had decided to ride with Oliver considering he had been victim of having to listen to their 'girl talk' more than once. the raven haired girl let out a cloud of smoke from her nose and mouth as she rapidly texted Marcus to leave the back door open.

"so," Nia spoke glancing at her friend who threw her phone on her lap. "are you actually going to get laid tonight or was that just all talk?"

Samantha threw her head back in a laugh, of course she'd ask her this. ever since her breakup with a certain girl last year she had been wanting her friend to move onto someone else. in all honesty Samantha had slept with other people since but they never led to anything further than them leaving their number and her throwing it in the trash the next day.

"i don't know," she shrugged, "i hooked up with Kim from spanish didn't i?" she asked looking at her friend.

Nia snorted out a laugh, "and when she asked you if you wanted to go out the day after you said no so that really doesn't count" she shook her head.

Samantha sighed, "so what i'm hearing is that you don't want me to get laid but that you want me to get a girlfriend" she confirmed.

Nia shrugged, "maybe? would that be so bad? you have to get over A-"

"don't" Samantha snapped immediately cutting the girl off before she could even get another syllable out. Nias mouth closed shut in that instant watching as her friend turned to look at the road with her arms crossed.

the girl sighed heavily, "look, i just think it isn't healthy that you can't even say her name anymore. why don't you hook up with Sophie?" she offered and Jade wiggled herself between the consoles. she turned her head toward Samantha and pointed a finger at her as she nodded her head.

"yeah, i actually kinda miss hanging out with her. plus she's actually in our grade and there's history there" she said making Samantha laugh.

"yeah and my sister has a massive crush on her so she'd kill me for that"

the two girls in the car groaned at her words, "seriously, Samantha? when are you going to stop doing everything simply because it'll hurt Maxine's sensitive ass feelings?" Nia asked looking at her friend with a suddenly more serious expression.

the raven haired girl stayed quiet at that. she didn't exactly have anything to respond to that. she knew she coddled Max's feelings a little too much but she couldn't think of herself being the reason why her sister was hurt. she'd hate herself for doing that. besides, it's not like she could ever see Sophie that way. they had known each other since kindergarten and she had only ever been able to see her as a friend.

"not Sophie" she said simply and turned her eyes back onto the road. Jade and Nia looked at each other then Nia nodded.

"fine. but you have to give someone else a chance"

"and i will" Samantha agreed.

quiet giggles echoed throughout the dark and empty house as lips met one another in slight fury. hands were groping the girls waist and the other was holding her neck. the raven girls hands were wrapped in blonde locks and her lips were kissing the girl back hungrily. even though she had heels on the blonde holding her was still too tall and it was getting harder and harder to kiss her without tripping over her feet.

she pulled away from the kiss, her chest heaving and her lips swollen with red lipstick that belonged to the girl in front of her. the blonde - Emma, she thinks that's her name looked just as disbelieved as her. the girl had on a sparkly skirt and black tube top that showed the slight swell of her breasts, her hair was a mess and her cheeks were flushed. Samantha was sure she had on a matching color. "everyone's asleep so we have to be quiet" she said and the blonde quickly nodded.

an excitement filled her stomach at the thought of what was about to happen and she grabbed Emma's hand tightly, the two tried their best to tiptoe upstairs. even then Emma couldn't keep her hands off of the shorter latina. once they were on the top step Emma shoved the girl into the wall and leaned down to press her lips against the shorter girls heatedly. Samantha let out a small whimper in surprise, she let the kiss go on for a second before she shoved the blonde off by her shoulder softly.

"my room." she said simply and dragged the girl through the hallway until they were finally met with her door. she reached for the knob and twisted it to reveal her empty bedroom. the lamp on the girls nightstand was left on so she could see where to step, there were clothes scattered on the ground that were left when she was deciding on what to wear.

Emma's hand travels down to the girls buttocks where she squeezes firmly. Samantha giggles against the girls lips, she pulls away for a second before connecting their lips once more. she moves backwards until her back hits the closed door, she moves her right hand down the door until it reaches the doorknob, she twists the lock and then withdrawals her hand to place it back on the blondes shoulder.

"we have to be quiet" Samantha mumbled in between kisses, Emma nodded quickly and chased the girls lips. the raven haired girls lips moved against the blondes, greedily almost as if they were would be pulled apart at any second. Emma shoved her tongue in Samantha's mouth and the raven haired girl felt a rush of heat run down her body.

"fuck" she whispered and pulled away, Emma chuckled as she tried to control her breathing. Samantha leaned up to ghost her lips against the blondes in a teasing manner, Emma was about to connect them but the raven haired girl pulled away with a teasing smile. she grabbed the girls hand and walked backwards, leading her toward the bed. the girl had a smile on her lips, walking toward the bed until the back of the blondes knees were touching it and Samanthas back was facing the window.

she pushed the blonde down onto the bed with a smirk earning an amused smirk from Emma. Samantha took her heals off and kicked them to the side, Emma watched her intently and her breath stopped for a second as the shorter girl bent down, some of her chest being exposed as she climbed onto her lap. Emma was more than okay with her actions as she placed her hands on the girls waist and watched as the girl looked down at her with slightly parted lips and hooded eyes.

"you look so hot right now" Emma said lowly, Samantha's eyelashes fluttered as she looked down at her. her dress had risen up and was exposing almost all of herself from waist down. if she wasn't looking at her with those eyes, Emma would've already looked down to take a peak.

"yeah?" Samantha whispered in a sultry tone. Emma nodded immediately and the raven haired girl smiled, she reached for the blondes hand that was on her waist and moved it toward her front. the blonde glanced down at their hands and watched as the shorter girl trailed her hand inside her dress until she was met with her laced panties. a whimper echoed throughout the room as the blonde pressed down, Samantha arched her back at the feeling and Emma took the opportunity to lean up and press her lips on the girls neck. slowly Emma's free hand caressed the girls arm until she was touching her dress strap and began to pulled it down. the raven girl smiled and pushed the blondes head further into her neck whilst her left hand pushed her other dress strap down to help Emma pull it down.

once her chest was exposed Emma pulled away from her neck and looked at the pierced nipples in front of her. Samantha smirked cockily at the blondes reaction, after a year she had grown used to people reacting like this.

Emmas mouth latched onto the girls nipple making a breathy moan escape Samanthas lips. as the blonde was distracted on her body the raven haired girls mind drifted to something else or rather someone else. she wondered if the blonde was on the balcony, waiting for her to come out and have another smoke sesh. wondered if she was in her room doing things she shouldn't even be thinking about, wondered what if would feel like to have her mouth on her instead of Emma's. maybe unintentionally it was why she even chose Emma to take home. she was blonde, pretty and kind, the type of girl anyone would love to bring home to their parents. she just wasn't the girl Samanthas was thinking about.

instead she was thinking about the woman across the street who was watching the two teens hook up from her balcony. Samantha had thought of just that happening when she left the curtains open before she left for the party.

her smirk widened and she pushed the blonde down by her shoulders. Emma looked up at Samantha with pure excitement and shorter girl reached over her to turn the lamp off.

she didn't have to look out the window to know she was looking at them. she just knew. and she wouldn't be giving her the chance to see any part of her, no matter how much she wished she was on Georgias lap and not Emma's.

[brattyfics]

drunk dialing | writer wednesday

Pairing: Angel Reyes x Black!OFC

Summary: Angel's ex-girlfriend gives him a call one night when she has too much to drink.

Tags: Angst, Toxic!Angel, Unresolved Feelings, Alcohol Consumption.

Word Count: 1.5k

1:16.

“She doesn’t need anymore.”

The words barely register over the hustle and bustle of the packed sports bar. Basketball reruns play on the television, old school r&b blaring over the loudspeakers. The bartender takes one look at Summer and the way her frame is slumped over just slightly, the way her dark brown eyes have glazed over, and nods his agreement. From their places on barstools, her friends thank him, not-so-subtly sneaking glances at Summer from the corners of their eyes. She can’t bring herself to care. They don’t understand. She’s drowning in the liquor but also an ocean of misery. The waves steadily pull her down further at each turn.

No one understands, so she takes special care to savor the dark amber liquid as it burns her from the inside out.

2:29.

Last call in the state of California is 1:30 am for any establishment that sells alcohol. Businesses like the bar that so graciously hosts Summer and her friends can stay open later, and they usually do. Most patrons abide by state law, using the time to sober up by stuffing themselves with greasy foods-- pizza, fries, chicken wings. Instead of drinking, they make plans to come back and meet up with the strangers they have become fast friends with or say goodbye to their college buddies in town for the weekend.

If You Think You’re Lonely Now plays as patrons began to shuffle out. Summer hums along.

If you think you’re lonely now, huh

Wait until tonight, girl (If you think you’re lonely now)

I’ll be long gone (You just wait until tonight girl)

And you’ll never find another man that’ll treat ya’ right

And then there are the lonely.

The ones at the bar every evening without fail, using it as home in place of the one they lack. They slide the servers bribes, crisp and crumpled twenty dollar bills across the bar top. She watches with tired eyes as they slide shot glasses back in exchange. Summer thinks she would try her luck if it weren’t for the mother hens watching over her with careful eyes. Her friends-- Aliyah, Jasmine, and Nia already think she’s a ticking time bomb. The last thing she needs to do is give them the ammunition they need to call her an alcoholic.

3:34.

It takes a while for the bar to clear out. Nia has to use the bathroom at the last minute, complaining about it being filthy when she returns. Jasmine mutters an obviously while Summer pitifully sips the last remnants of her drink. The melted ice cubes ruin it, she can’t taste the bourbon at all, but every little drop counts, right?

Summer refuses the hand offered to her by Aliyah as they stumble out into the parking lot. Aliyah hovers with her arms poised to catch her just in case. Nia absentmindedly plays a card game on her phone behind them, and Jasmine heads up the group, her keys noisily jingling as she swings them back and forth. She’s the designated driver and the only one sober enough to drive.

It’s a typical summer night in California, dry but cold and windy, so they quicken their pace. With every step, Bobby Womack’s crooning is stuck on replay in Summer’s mind. The lyrics resonate with her…

When it’s cold outside who are you holding?

...and she’s about to voice her thoughts when she sees it.

“Is that a phone booth?!” The words come out more hysterical than probably they should. Sure, it’s been like ten years since she’s seen one in person, and she didn’t know they still existed, so she’s a little excited and a lot drunk, but it’s just a phone booth. One that’s narrow and brightly lit in the midnight blue of the night. Aliyah, who forgot her glasses at home, squints at the white blob until she can make out its shape.

“I think it is.” She sounds a little mystified herself, and that’s all the encouragement Summer needs in her state. One minute she’s cheesing wide, and the next, she’s sprinting across the street towards the phone booth, giggling and tugging her short dress down the whole way.

The girls yell after her, but she tunes them out, snatching the ice cold phone off the hook. She’s even more enamored when she pulls the heavy metal to her ear and hears the dial tone.

It works!

High heels click loudly behind her. Summer turns just in time to see the girls come to a stop behind her, out of breath and unamused. Jasmine leans over and rests her forearms on her knees. “What the hell?” She hisses, glaring daggers at her friend. Summer ignores her, punching the chunky silver buttons like she’s in a trance. Even inebriated, she knows them by heart. One number after the other, she dials the one person she knows she shouldn’t.

Angel Reyes.

She vaguely registers her friends telling her to put the phone down. She knows that she’s making a mistake, but the armor she wears to protect herself from the world is too heavy. She strips it away, her inhibitions lowered. All she wants is him.

Ring...

“She’s been drinking. We should do something.” Sweet Aliyah is always the voice of reason. Nia sounds bored and over the situation. “This is so dumb.” Jasmine tugs on her arm. “Come on. You’re drunk.”

Ring…

“There’s no harm in a phone call, right?” Aliyah says, but her voice is shaky. She’s wrong, and they all know it.

Ri--

“Hello?” The reception is shitty, and the volume in the earpiece low, but with one word, Summer’s hooked all over again. She doesn’t say anything for several moments, the sound of her harsh breathing the only thing that transmits. There’s a long, tense moment where Summer tries to convince herself to hang up, but then Angel says, “Baby, is this you?” She hates the sob she releases into the phone from the simple words. She draws her bottom lip into her mouth to quiet the sound. Her girlfriends freeze, unsure of what to do.

“Y-yeah, it’s me.”

“You been drinking, mami?”

“Maybe.” Summer sways, and Aliyah is there, using her arm to prop her best friend up. It’s a silent act of support, a reminder that Angel isn’t and shouldn’t be the center of her universe. She has supportive friends, a loving family. She doesn’t need him.

“Where you at? I’ll come get you.” She doesn’t need him, but she’s tempted to tell him to meet her back at Jasmine’s place. It’s only a ten-minute ride from his place, five minutes if he speeds the way she knows he does.

Speeds the way he did when she caught him at Vicki’s with Adelita. He had been acting shady for months, whispering on the phone, keeping odd hours. She had felt like a crazy woman when she put the tracker on his bike, but her intuition was validated when she saw his location. She followed him, expecting to find him with one of Vicki’s girls. Instead, she found him there with Adelita and her protruding belly, rubbing it with his large, ringed hands like a doting father. Like they were some happy fucking family.

Summer had nearly lost her mind, knocking over furniture, breaking bottles from behind the bar. Luckily for them, EZ caught her wrist and restrained her. The sight of Angel shielding that woman, protecting her when he hadn’t protected her feelings, was ingrained in her mind. Realizing that all the men she regarded highly and looked up to as older brothers and uncles had been lying, and helping Angel hide his cheating, was something she would never forget.

Being betrayed like that should have been enough to make her stop loving him, but... it just wasn’t. Summer often found herself wondering what was wrong with her. Why did she pine after a man that hurt her so badly? Sure, Angel’s handsome, and funny, and sweet, and really, really good in bed, but he’s not good. Not for Summer.

She sniffles into the phone, “I don’t want you to. I don’t want you.” She tries to will the words to be true, but the tears gliding down her face tell a different story.

“Why call me then?”

“Too much liquor.”

He snorts out a laugh but then pauses as if considering something. “Yeah, me too.” Summer swears she can make out the sound of Gilly shouting something in the background, but maybe she’s so drunk that she’s imagining things. Maybe she’s making it all up in her head because she longs for their relationship back. She always finds herself back at square one when it comes to Angel, wishing things could go back to how they were, that she could erase all the bad and keep all the good.

You see the night's the time when the needs come out

When your needs come out to breathe

And the jonesing starts and there ain't no way you can sleep, ooh

“You hurt me.” Summer doesn’t bother to hide her bitterness. She knows Angel won’t acknowledge the words because the only pain he can recognize is his own.

“Summer, why are you calling?” His voice has an edge to it this time. He’s daring her to make a decision, pick a side. Either she wants to be with him, or she doesn’t. His gruff tone, the callousness with which he says the words should make her want to turn away from him.

Instead, it makes her heart lurch.

She feels desperate to hold onto him, so she says, “'Cause I-I...I love you.”

Notes: The prompt is from @autumnleaves1991-blog Weekly Writing Challenge. Summer Walker - Drunk Dialing...LODT & Bobby Womack - If You Think You’re Lonely Now inspired this fic. Let's all pretend you don't have to pay to use a pay phone lol. Do you like to see moodboards/covers for fics? Please let me know. Hope you all enjoy!

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