#back in that sweater too 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

[julymp4]

hozier ty message in the wrap making me feel slightly better about my insane stats

[quokkie]

hamzah headcanons!

- sfw + nsfw

cw // : mentions of sending + receiving nudes

i caved n i wrote smth for him cuz i love him sm😞💖

sfw

- definitely spoils u. LIKE SO MUCH. buying u food, clothes, jewelry, even when u don’t ask😞 he just wants to spend his money on his girl

- little spoon. he love love loves when u play with his hair while he lays on ur chest (hehehe 🤭🤭)

- owns one of them I ❤️ my girlfriend sweaters and wears it all the time bc he’s head over heels in luv w u

- definitely one of the cliché pinterest boyfriends who do face masks w u, let u do their makeup and match pjs

- a little too unserious😭😭 i feel like you’d be telling him smth and he just cannot read the room, like he starts joking around and like accidentally pisses u off😭

- huge on physical touch!! always wants to be touching u in sum way whether that be holding ur thigh while he’s driving, holding ur hand or having his hand on ur waist / back while he’s tryna lead u somewhere when u guys are out, he js loves to be touching u.

nsfw….

- ik his dick is big.

- size kink. i can just sense it. he loves the feeling of u being smaller than him nd him feeling all big n buff😋, his arms😮‍💨 he’s fit, he goes to the gym, he’s strong and he uses it to his advantage by manhandling u when he fucks u

- loves when u use his thighs to get off🤭

- boob guy!! literally obsessed w ur boobs, he loves watching them bounce in missionary whenever he thrusts into u, nd when u ride him!!

- pussydrunk. will eat u out like there’s no tmrw!!!

- i feel like u guys would send nudes, like he’ll sends vids of him jerking off to ur pictures or ur voice messages nd you’d send him cute pics of ur (insanely revealing) outfits and vids of u getting off just from the thought of his cock

- very verbal, i know he makes little comments n stuff

“such a fucking good girl f’me”

“fuckkk, you like that, baby?”

[house-of-lovin]

legally binded - 4

Jenna Ortega x F!Reader

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Chapter 4: Family Bonding, Festivals and Feelings?

Summary: After getting caught in some hot waters with the press, you are forced into an unexpected agreement with America's sweetheart, Jenna Ortega to save your career.

Warnings/Tags: dual!pov, famous!reader, mentions of hard substances, intoxication, mature language, real people (do not read if any of these makes you uncomfortable)

(this is all fiction!)

Note: Things are gearing up 😮‍💨 (ik i said i was gonna take a break, but i couldn’t help myself, now ill take a break lol, happy readin!)

Word Count: 6k+

“No one’s going to get cancelled — it’ll be fun.” Colin Jost smiles curtly on your flat screen TV.

You sit on the bed with a spoon hanging from your lips, an eye on the bright screen having just finished watching a rerun of Jenna’s SNL episode. You made sure to buy it as soon as it was available; locking yourself away in your room.

Currently, you are watching this week’s episode of SNL and Colin and Che are giving their weekly news update.

“Las Vegas is opening up a pop-up vaccine site in a strip club and don’t worry the strippers say the vaccine comes with singer and actress Y/N L/N. This time she’ll be the designated driver – I heard she’s on a tight leash.”

Your smile instantly drops.

“Speaking of Y/N,” Colin bounces off, reading off the cue cards. “Did you see her last week sitting in the audience during Jenna Ortega’s episode… hey, I wonder if they’re a real thing.”

Colin and Che share a knowing glance, “Nah.” They say in unison then move on to their next bit.

Scowling, you turn the TV off, practically throwing your bowl of cereal on the side table. 

You supposed you can’t be too mad – all too familiar with the snide jabs and harmless jokes from others in the industry. This is what you signed up for, right?

Whatever, you’re sure people are loving it.

It’s been a whole week since you left New York and you haven’t spoken to Jenna. It seems how you two acted back in the Big Apple was a success because it got your managers to back off, for now. You didn’t see a reason to contact the actress so you let the silence pass — you see when she posts on social media. 

You don’t have time to think about it because Coachella weekend is coming up soon. For the first time since Vegas, you will be working and you have been itching – wanting nothing more than to dive head-first into work mode. 

It’s what you do best.

You are invited to do a guest performance on a big producer’s set for the festival. It would be your first ever time performing at Coachella but you were privy to the culture of the festival, having gone as an audience member to support your musician friends.

“Hey, you got a minute?” Link pops his head in your door, holding a phone up.

–

“Please don’t do this.” Your pleas go underheard.

“I don’t know why you keep trying, the answer is the same Y/N.” Link rolled his eyes, pointing to a house.

“I think this is the one.”

You scan the two-story typical American home tucked away in the boroughs of suburbia up in the desert, otherwise known as Coachella Valley.

Or well, Jenna’s parent’s house at least. 

After Link had dropped the most terrible news; you had to be seen with Jenna in Coachella. Liv and Jake had instructed your team to drive you to stay with Jenna as you prepare for the festival – it was convenient they said.

Convenient my ass.

“Relax... Marcus will be back to pick you up, he’s gonna drop off your bags at the rental house.”

“Why can’t I just go with you then?” You ask.

“Liv said to drive you to this address. Jenna gave explicit directions to drive you here.”

You frown pulling on a loose thread on your sweater.

What could Jenna possibly want that she’d want you here? She looked pretty upset at you, the last time you talked.

You really don’t have it in you to fight with her, again, especially after the long drive from L.A. up to the desert where you thought — you’d be staying in your villa for Coachella weekend.

“Now go see the girl, please.” Link reaches over to open the door.

When you step out, the car is already driving speedily down the street not even giving you a chance to change your mind. You hear a flurry of voices from the side of the house but it sounds far away. Toy cars and trollies litter the grass yard. 

Slowly, you walked up her porch, your shoes scraped as you ascend the concrete steps. Hesitating for a brief moment, you realize: Jenna is inside. Well duh.  But the thought of her on the other side of the door has your heart dropping out of nowhere. You see flashes in your memory of her frown as you explain why you have to leave New York so soon.

Unspoken words as she says ‘well I thought–’

What did she think?

You would probably never know.

The door opens with a creak breaking you out of your thoughts.

“We have to stop meeting like this.” Aliyah leans against the doorframe, smiling.

You laughed, “Yeah, we do.”

She doesn’t say anything else and just yells over her shoulder, “Jenna, she’s here.”

Then walked off. 

“Hi…” Jenna appears, leaning on the doorframe with a hand.

She scans you for a brief moment; not having seen you since New York, a week ago. She had to make sure you’re still alive because she hasn’t heard from you since then.

You also practically ghosted her.

After feeling guilty about how she left things with you, Jenna sent you a text the next day, asking if you made it back to Los Angeles safely.

You liked her message with a thumbs up.

A thumbs up! Not responding would have been better, the actress bitterly thought.

“Hey.” You greet. “How are you?”

“Fine. You?” She answered quickly, smile sealed tight like an envelope.

“I’m… good. Yeah. Just working.” You answer honestly.

“Oh really?” Jenna asked.

“Yeah, something for Coachella actually.”

Jenna raised her brows in surprise. “Like what?”

You send a tight-lipped smile, “It’s a surprise. People don’t know I’m here yet.”

Jenna can’t fight her excitement; giddy about being in on a secret. But then she remembers that she’s supposed to be annoyed at you and not fascinated.

“Why haven’t you texted me?” Jenna sighed, her voice dropping to a lowly whisper, in case someone was walking by.

You raised your brows, surprised by her question. “Oh… um. I’ve been busy like I said, just working, trying to keep my head down and all that.”

“Are you sure that’s it?” She asked accusingly.

You missed her tone and shrugged, reassuring her, “Yeah. Of course.”

“But, I heard you were busy this week too, filming another movie with Barry Keoghan and The Weeknd?” You changed the subject, hoping to talk about something else. She takes the bait after scanning your eyes for a second.

“Yeah, it was just a short role. But it was a lot of fun. Abel actually talked about you.”

“That’s great, I’m happy for you Jen… and yeah he’s an old friend.”

“Sung your praises pretty high, I had to make sure he was talking about the right person.”

You chuckle, “Oh okay, I see how it is.”

Your laugh caused a sudden warmness to manifest in Jenna and she couldn't help but join along. “Come on, my family has been dying to see you again.”

“Really?” You asked, stepping inside her childhood home. “So you think I made a good impression?”

She turned to look back at you, surprised that you care. “Maybe… don’t let it get to your head, though.”

You laughed as you followed her through the house. “Is that jealousy I hear Ortega? Scared you won't be the only movie star around?”

She snorted, rolling her eyes. “Shut up. You’re an idiot.”

“An idiot that may have impressed your family?” You cocked your head and grinned wide.

“Yeah, yeah. Like, I said. Don’t let it get to your head. They could care less about celebrities and Hollywood. They’re pretty grounded.”

You shrugged, looking at the various family pictures hanging on the wall. “It’s fine. There’s only one Ortega I want to impress anyway.”

You’re not sure where that came from and it seemed Jenna shared the same thought because she raised her brows at you – but didn’t comment.

Jenna blocks you from walking when you reached the sliding glass door. “What?”

Jenna chewed her lip anxiously, “My family can be a lot. In numbers and in the other sense too. There’s a lot of us.”

“Oh… that’s okay.” You answered. A bit confused as to why she is telling you this. When you see her genuine concern your gaze softens. “Jenna, relax. I can handle the family… and I can charm anyone’s socks off.”

She relented, rolling her eyes at your joke. “Okay, okay.”

"Wait..."

Jenna turns around.

"Why am I here exactly? At your parents, that is. Link told me that you gave my driver instructions to bring me here."

Jenna bites her lip in contemplation. "Um—like I said my family wanted to see you again and I heard you were going to Coachella anyway so you know, two birds one stone."

You nod, accepting her answer.

Jenna opens the door for you two to step out.

–

Sounds of laughter rang around as you and Jenna sat in lawn chairs in her parent’s backyard.

“What are Timothee Chalamet and Zendaya like in real life?” Markus – Jenna’s brother leaned forward to ask. 

“Markus!” Jenna scolded and threw her brother a glare.

The actress blushed as she sat beside you but all she felt was the vibrations of your laughter, indulging her brother’s question. 

Jenna can’t help but wonder if you have other family members that spend time with you like this. You look so carefree and genuinely happy; comfortable around her family — after knowing you for a couple months now; she guesses it’s a no.

“They’re cool. Just like everyone else to be honest. Especially, Timothee, sweet guy but he’s a bit of a typical frat bro.” You joked, “And Zendaya, well. She’s just as amazing as everyone says she is. Great work ethic, it’s inspiring when you work with someone passionate like that – makes you want to be better and work harder.”

Jenna’s sisters are eating your story up. Secretly she knew they enjoyed the tales of celebrities and pop culture. It’s nearly impossible to live your life without seeing a public figure pop up on an ad on your phone or on the side of a bus stop on your drive home. 

Jenna is barely home enough to be able to have moments like this where she can humour her sister's questions. But they all had their own lives to live. She's has been looking forward to this break for a while, knowing it was coming up after her long week in New York.

She still can’t describe New York.

Something seems to have shifted between you two by the end of the week. But she didn’t know if it was for the better. The two of you have this constant push and pull; where everything is fine one moment, then one of you says something and it turns tense and weird as you both stay silent or you just completely blow up on each other.

Jenna didn’t know if she had it in her to try to decipher what these restrained responses she gets from you could possibly mean.

You are an enigma; a defensive, hot-headed asshole that grinded every gear the actress had.

“Do you like Zendaya, buddy?” You bounced her niece in your lap, enjoying how the baby grabbed at your fingers. 

But then Jenna turns around and you act like this. Sweet, protective, charming. 

How are you the same person?

She can’t fight her smile as she watched the adorable sight.

Jenna didn’t know you were good with babies. 

“I think Z would think you’re just the most adorable thing. Oh my god, Jen, can I send her a picture of us?” You turned to her, with a bright smile.

Jenna didn’t know when you started calling her by her nickname but she certainly won’t say how she enjoys how it sounds when you say it. “Uh–sure, if it’s okay with my sister.”

“Zendaya’s gonna have a picture of my baby on her phone? Uh yes!”

Jenna laughed, nodding. “I’ll take the picture.” She took your phone, opening the camera.

“What are you doing? Get in here with us." You asked with an adorable scrunch in the nose, surprising Jenna.

“Oh, I just thought— okay.” She swallows her growing grin, sliding in beside you.

Her sisters share knowing glances.

You happily scooted in, pressing your chest to her back.

Jenna is suddenly reminded of her you and her, alone in her dressing room.

She presses back into you. 

“Say, cheese guys!” Jenna clears her throat.

With big bright smiles, you placed your head above her shoulder to get in the frame, repeating, “Cheese!”

Even her niece seemed to be enjoying the attention as she smiled brightly and toothless while standing on your lap with her chubby legs. Jenna snapped a couple for good measure, checking over the pictures. The three of you are squished together as she held it in portrait; you all looked cute Jenna can admit. 

Like a little family.

What?

“Oh Jenna, send me that, please. I want to post it on my Instagram.” Her mom spoke up already reaching for her phone. 

“Okay, okay.” Jenna rolled her eyes but sent herself the pictures first before airdropping them to – everyone – who begged for it. 

“This is adorable, I think I’m gonna make this my lock screen.” You grinned, staring at the photo. She sees you typing a message, indeed sending it to the actress like you said you would. “Just for your niece.”

Jenna felt her heart skip a beat. “Are you saying you’re gonna crop me out the photo?”

“No… but now that’s a good idea, thanks.” You mocked with a smile.

“Mom, how did you already post that picture so fast?” Mia asked.

–

“Don’t be mad.” Jenna begged.

“Mad? Jenna. This isn’t what I signed up for.” You pinched the bridge of your nose.

The two of you were standing in her driveway, in a discord of course. Jenna just forced you into another situation that you wanted no part of.

“You just told Link to call off my driver and now you’re saying don’t be mad. Of course, I’m mad! Why did you say yes to your Mom, Jenna.” You sighed, dropping your hand limply.

“I didn’t know she’d insist.” She groaned walking closer, “She said that you shouldn’t stay in that big house by yourself for the weekend when there is room here, next thing I know she’s forcing me to ask you in front of everybody.”

"I'm sorry." She grabs your arm. “Link said you might be mad.”

You stare at her for a couple of moments. Their hearts are in the right place, you guessed. Eventually, you rolled your eyes and sighed. “Thank you I guess… I appreciate that the sentiment.”

Jenna smiled in relief, “Yeah, of course.” Then scrunched her nose in thought.  “We actually really don’t have the room so I don’t know where she’ll put you.”

She should have known. This is so typical and cliche; sharing a bed trope? Please, can the universe be any more unoriginal? 

“Mom, are you sure?” Jenna whispered as she peaked her head out the small awning of the door – making sure you can’t hear. 

“Jen, go to sleep. We have a packed day tomorrow. Everyone’s coming over for the game.”

Tomorrow is sports night and her uncles, aunts, cousins and grandparents are set to come over. It was a weekly tradition for the extended family to host a gathering to watch the game every Friday; with Jenna’s busy schedule, she hasn’t been to one in months. She’s grateful this one is hosted at her house but then inwardly sighed because she should probably warn you about that too.

“Mom…” She pleaded in a whisper.

“Goodnight and be responsible. I trust you two.”

“Mom!”

Jenna dropped her head in defeat as she listened to her Mom’s footsteps dwindle further away. 

“Hey, you should probably get in there before all the hot water runs out..”

She turns, seeing your freshly showered figure. For a moment, Jenna finds herself stuck. You’re rubbing a towel on your wet hair as grey sweats hung lowly on your hips and she was desperately trying to avert her eyes from the small patch of you skin exposed.

“I already showered.”

“Oh okay.” You shrugged walking over to grab your phone. 

“Which side do you prefer?” You asked absentmindedly,

“What?” Jenna blinks away.

“Of the bed. Which side do you prefer?” 

“Oh. The left.”

“Thank god. Every bed I’ve had to share I’ve had to fight for the right side. You’re perfect.” 

Jenna watched as you jump into your preferred side, getting comfortable under her covers.

She doesn’t know why she feels a mismatched thump fall out of rhythm with her heartbeat at seeing you in her bed. 

“Alright, are you gonna be weird about sharing a bed? ‘Cause I can just take the couch or call my driver to pick me up. I can get a hotel room or something.” You sighed sitting up. 

Jenna furrowed her brows, “What no. Can you please stop jumping to conclusions?”

“I’m not.” You mumbled but don’t argue further. Jenna gets in beside you. 

“You satisfied now?” She throws out but it sounds just shy of playful and maybe even flirtatious – definitely not how she meant for it to sound.

“Uh– sure.” You replied sliding the blanket up to your chin as you tried to get comfortable again.

There’s that weird tension again, Jenna thinks and she thinks it’s starting to annoy her.

“Okay, what’s your deal?” Jenna crossed her arms, turning to you.

You blinked, confused. “What?”

“Why are you being so weird?”

“I’m not.” You sat up to face the other actress.

Jenna frowned, “Yes you are. You have been since New York. Did I do something? Because you still haven’t told me why you just left town like that.”

“I told you. Jake wanted me back for Coachella. Why else would I have just left all of a sudden?” You explained.

“I just– I just feel like you’re not telling me something.” She admits, a bit insecure. “I, at least, thought we’re friends now and when I didn’t see you in the crowd or the dressing room after SNL I was a bit… disappointed? I don't know if it’s dumb but you really did calm me down before my monologue and I wanted to thank you over dinner. But, yeah–” 

Jenna looks away, missing your guilty frown. “Jenna… it’s not dumb. God, I feel like an asshole.”

“Well, sometimes you can be.”

You laugh but it’s dry. “I’m so sorry. I–I should have been there.”

You grab her hands. “Look at me, please.” It gets her to look up, the light from the lamp is bouncing off your eyes making them look softer in the dim light. “I promise, I’ll always be there for the important moments from now on. Before, during and after – we are stuck together until the foreseeable future, so.”

Jenna snorts, looking down at your hands. You begin to rub lines with your fingers on her open palm making her shiver. “Yeah, I guess we are.” She whispers.

She doesn’t know when she makes the bold move to intertwine your fingers. But for the first time since SNL, you two hold hands and this time you don’t pull away. But she doesn’t miss the questioning glint in your eyes as you look down. Jenna ignores the attention and squeezes your hand to make you look at her again.

“You mean it though?”

Your eyes soften. “I mean it.”

–

“Where’s Y/N?” Mia asked over the breakfast table.

“Rehearsals,” Jenna mumbled sleepily shoving spoonfuls of food in her dry mouth – still trying to wake up.

When the actress had awakened, the sun was high above the horizon and the desert heat was already inching inside her cracked window. But she woke up, alone.

Differing from how she went to sleep the previous night with you barely pressed up beside her as you laid with your backs to each other. Jenna only found herself un-tensing after hearing your breathing fall into short even exhales.

When she turned over to grab her phone this morning, you had sent a text:

Sorry for not waking you up. You sleep like a rock but I had to go to rehearsals. I’ll be back by 3 :)

She couldn’t be too annoyed at the smiley face you leave with your occasional messages.

“She’s performing?” Mia asks shocked.

Jenna nods, too tired for words.

“The crowd is gonna lose their minds.” Aliyah laughs. “With who?”

“Won’t say.” Jenna muttered bitterly, thinking back to her incessant begging; you never caved.

“Okay… can we talk about it, now then?”

“Talk about what Mia,” Jenna sighs dropping her fork on her plate.

“You and Y/N.” She says like it’s obvious.

“There is no me and Y/N, it’s all for the cameras. Remember the NDA I had to beg you guys to sign?” The actress rolls her eyes. 

“Then why were you so upset after New York?” She challenges; tired of her sister’s silence over this whole situation. There’s no way she’s just unaffected by this.

“Mia drop it.” Her mom says.

“No. I’m serious, she’s literally staying under our roof, sharing a room with Jenna. And no one is still saying anything? Am I the only one who thinks there’s something going on?”

“Yes.” Jenna says quickly.

Mia rolls her eyes, “You still haven’t answered my question, Jen.”

Jenna crosses her arms, sitting up. “Of course I was upset. She just left town without a warning, if we didn’t catch her in the lobby she was just gonna a send a text. A text! Anyone would be upset at that — but it doesn’t mean what you think it means.”

But her sister doesn’t buy it. She opens her mouth to refute but their Dad swoops in saving the day. “Leave your sister alone, Mia. I’m sure whatever is going on with Y/N and Jenna – they can figure it out themselves.”

Jenna groans, “Dad, not helping.”

He shrugs, sitting at the head of the table with his own plate of breakfast.

Eventually, her family scatters to their own corners of the house to get ready for the day. Her other family members would be arriving soon and the actress had to start getting ready. Crap, she forgot to warn you about game night because you left so early. Jenna decides she’ll send you a text after she gets out of the shower.

With the raucous of the day, Jenna forgets to send the text. Her cousins arrived much earlier than anticipated and she was already getting pulled out to living room to talk about her upcoming projects. She gets so lost catching up with her cousins that she doesn’t realize when you arrive.

"Jenna, your novia is here." One of her aunts shouts making her head snap up to you as the front door opens. "Oh wow, and she's brought the whole store!"

Jenna's jaw drops as you walk in, holding multiple large bouquets of different arrangements of flowers. "Y/N?"

"Hey!" You peek your head out from the large flowers. "These are for your family... but I may have overestimated how big these were and Link refused to help me."

"Oh god, these are beautiful Y/N." Jenna's mom gets up from her seat, grabbing as many flowers as she can. "You didn't have to..."

"Oh, it's nothing, really. You guys are letting me stay here, I just wanted to express a little gratitude." You duck your head, all timid now.

Jenna knows it's not nothing. Those flowers cost a fuck ton, she would know she gets gifted those whenever she has an event.

"Well, gratitude expressed. I don't even know where to put these. Mia, Aliyah help the girl, please!"

The two sisters grab all but one smaller bouquet from your hands, walking away with smug smiles.

"Jen, get up," Aliyah whispers in passing as all the women and Jenna's dad filter over to the kitchen to view the gorgeous flowers.

She still hasn't moved from the couch and briefly, she thinks she can feel her cousin's smirking at her reaction.

"You got my family flowers?" Jenna asks dumbly, walking over slowly; ignoring everyone's eyes on them.

"Uh—yeah. Sorry if it's a bit much. I wasn't sure what everyone liked so... I got them all." You scratch your head with a bouquet in hand, catching Jenna's eye.

"These are for you..." You smile, holding out a smaller albeit more personal? flower arrangement. It felt like Jenna, somehow.

“I picked it out myself.” Your smile turns shy.

Like, if she were to walk into a flower shop and see this bouquet, she would instantly grasp it and never let go.

We still talking flowers?

"Thanks..." Jenna mumbles, grabbing the flowers; your fingertips touching sends sparks down her arm.

"Um—you're back early..." Is all she manages to say.

“Yeah… they didn’t need me for a long time so I decided to come back.” You explained, glancing at the new faces in the room. “Uh– what’s all this?”

The actress sends you a sheepish smile, “Family game night, we watch the game every Friday and cook some barbeque, it’s a whole thing. I forgot to text you, I’m sorry. You can call your driver back if this is too much.”

You laugh, squeezing her shoulder. “And miss out on great food? No, thank you.”

Jenna scans your eyes for the truth, “Are you sure? I know this isn’t exactly your scene so I understand.”

“Jen.” Your hand slides down, softly grabbing her hand. “I can’t even remember how long it’s been since the last time I had a home-cooked meal. I’m so in.”

You squeeze her hand for good measure. “Guys close the door.” Someone shouts.

Jenna doesn’t let you drop your hands this time because she’s already gripping them, pulling you to sit with her cousins – introducing you.

She ignores the giddy feeling in her chest that you want to stay.

You don’t say anything even when you’re both sitting and she’s still holding your hand.

–

“Who are you performing with?” Jenna tugs on your arm.

You squint to see her through your sunglasses. The Californian sun was making its presence known today and there are crowds of people everywhere as you tried to find some shade. It’s just past 6 PM and people are already starting to get rowdy – before all the good sets are even on. 

Fish nets, sparkles and bedazzles are all you see in the sea of people and you just know you’re at Coachella.

“I can’t say…” You fight the smile on your face, finding her begging adorable. “It’s supposed to be a surprise.”

“But Aliyah knows! I heard you whisper it to her.” She glares back at her sister standing a fair distance away from you two – who was talking to Mia and her boyfriend.

“I didn’t tell her anything, Jen. We were just fucking with you.” You laugh, sliding your hand in hers. 

An unspoken comfortableness has formed between you two. Light touches are a new development in this… situation Jenna had with you.

Whether it was knees touching under the dinner table, walking shoulder to shoulder on your daily walks around the neighbourhood (there wasn’t much to do as Coachella weekend approached) or leaning her head on your shoulder as she slept when you two watched TV before bed.

And now, it seems like things have escalated to a new level of comfort where you two willingly linked fingers whenever you walked anywhere. Neither of you make a peep when someone eventually reaches for the other’s hand. 

“Rude…” She pinches your side making you flinch away from her.

Jenna’s immediately tugging you back closer.

“Hey… I can’t get an injury before my performance. I’m legally binded to a contract.” You state.

Jenna snorts, “I thought you were friends with the performer? Are you really not gonna tell me who it is?”

“Nope and sure we’re friends but, I’m still contractually obligated to the festival and all that.”

“Come on Y/N!” She groaned unconsciously stepping closer to you. “I’ve been so nice to you, I haven’t called you an idiot all day!”

You laugh, “Is that supposed to win me over?”

“You tell me? Is it working?” The laugh dies in your lips when she tits her head in question.

Jenna misses the gulp you take because she was leaning closer, trying to find your eyes behind the dark-tinted glasses you had on. 

“No…” You replied with a vacant tone.

Jenna steps back when the sun blinds her eye. “You’re no fun.”

“I don’t know what to tell you… you’re gonna have to wait like everyone else.”

“Speaking of everyone else, I’m surprised we’re not surrounded by your groupies.” Jenna eyes the group of people hovering not too far away. 

You snicker, “They are not my groupies. I barely know those people but it happens at every music event. They flock over like geese. I let Link handle them.”

Jenna frowns, “Doesn’t it bother you?”

“What?” You look down.

“That you can’t even enjoy yourself at a festival without someone hovering over your shoulder.”

Since Jenna’s started this PR relationship with you her fame’s only increased overnight. She hates to say it but Sarah was right, being associated with you has only made her more famous and well-known. She felt like a Kardashian or Tom Holland who couldn’t even step out of their own homes without a camera being shoved in their faces. 

It’s getting so bad that Jenna has security with her everywhere she goes. She stopped driving herself to places. A headline even dropped that you two are official and serious now and that you have met her family; paparazzi tried to camp at her parent’s house until they called the police.

“Sometimes.” You answer honestly, shrugging. “But it’s part of the job.”

Jenna’s frown deepens, looking around. “This is not part of the job. At least not what I’ve seen.”

“Yeah, but we learn to deal with it, right?” You nudge her shoulder. Seemingly unbothered that made Jenna bothered for you.

“How?” Jenna couldn’t help her curiosity.

“Surround yourself with people that genuinely care about you. That still picks you even after all your fuck ups. Only got me about three of those, so I try to keep them close.” Then you let out a sad laugh, “I make it very hard for them sometimes, though.”

Jenna looks at Link as he holds a bored hand up when a girl tries to walk up to you. Then he’s shooing her away and whispering to both of your security guards.

She wants to fight the urge to say that you have a fourth person in your corner with her.

Instead, she says:

“I think you got a good one with him.” She nods to Link.

You follow her sight, “Yeah, I do... He’s usually right about most things too.”

“What do you mean?” She looks up in questioning.

Maybe Jenna’s not so bad? Flashes in your memory but you don’t tell Jenna. “Nothing.”

Jenna squints her eyes. “Fine… keep your secrets.” Tone a playfully bitter.

Eventually, you, Jenna and her sisters walk around aimlessly from set to set, taking pictures and enjoying the atmosphere. Jenna would be lying if she said she wasn’t enjoying herself right now. Somehow you all managed to find an empty corner by the Artist section of the performances which meant you had loosened up a bit. 

Jenna decided she liked it when you’re smiling, carefree and happy.

It suits you better than your permanent scowl. 

You’ve been so stressed this last week, taking phone calls and Zoom meetings. She tried not to express her concern at seeing how you obsessively fretted over some project, consuming you some nights. 

Jenna knows obsessive. She knows anxiety. This was different.

She finds herself with more questions than answers when it comes to you.

Why are you so closed off all the time? Is this how you work all the time? Where did this recent streak of bad behaviour start? Is there more to it than what you’re saying?

Are you okay?

But Jenna can’t find the right words to ask, so she doesn’t.

Only offering her warm pressure on top of you to hopefully lull you to sleep when you both drift off in her childhood bed.

Somewhere along the evening, she finds herself close to you.

You've loosened up as the days progressed and somehow, you and Jenna have found yourselves wrapped up in each other's arms as you danced.

Jenna had her back pressed firmly against your chest; her head tucked under your chin as your arms wrap around her waist from behind; hands linked as you jammed along to the music.

“The Met Gala’s coming up.” Jenna speaks up after a few moments of silence. “I’m invited.”

“Me too.” You reveal. She perks up, looking back at you.

“Yeah?” She smiles, pleased with your answer.

“Mhmm. I’m actually a co-chair this year.” You send an embarrassed smile.

She turns in your hold, jaw-dropping. “You are?”

“Yeah… why do you think I’ve been taking those calls all week? I was getting ready for the Met.”

“I thought that was for Coachella?” She snorts but can't help but ask, "Do you ever stop working?"

“Says you. Miss Scream Queen.” You tease making her roll her eyes.

“Be my date.” She says all of a sudden. “and walk the carpet with me this time.”

You raise your brows at her bluntness. This time?

You remember the last time she said those words and a tiny part of you prayed she meant it differently this time. But you can't fight your smile because you couldn't even say no if you wanted to — overwhelmed with the sudden want, to show off the girl in your arms. “I would love to be your date.”

Jenna's eyes sparkled with delight, beaming at you widely.

"Great! I'll talk to Enrique and Thom Browne about it."

"But I'm a Prada Ambassador?"

"I'll handle it." She nods with finality.

But before you can say anything, Link slides in with a whisper in your ear and a knowing smirk in Jenna’s direction.

“Hey, I have to go.” You whisper into her ear, pulling away but Jenna tightens her grip.

“Wait.” She steps forward – much closer than she means to.

“Yeah?” You asked softly and suddenly Jenna can’t hear the loud thumping of the bass anymore.

“Good luck and break a leg.” She says in a whisper.

Her hand reaches up to brush your neck still looking into your eyes. Jenna feels the same overwhelming pressure in her chest that she’s recently felt around you and gives into her sudden impulse; leaning in, parting her lips; meaning for them to connect to your cheek but instead swerve and slot in between your lips instead, in a moment’s haste.

She feels you tense for a moment before giving in, cupping her cheeks too. Kissing her back. Jenna loses it a bit, not expecting your lips to feel so soft and smooth and perfect against hers. Jenna can't help but tilt her head to the side, allowing your lips to press harder.

She feels the same electricity from your first meeting – when you shook her hand. The same electricity she tries to fight off every time she's near you. Except this time, it's by tenfold.

Jenna is so lost in you that she can’t even hear her heart beating loudly in her ears anymore — only feeling your thumb softly stroking her jaw.

The sound of coughing breaks you two apart.

“Sorry but Y/N we need to go.” Link sends a sheepish smile but he's trying to fight his grin at having a front-row seat to the show.

When Jenna pulls away she looks deeply into your eyes searching for some kind of indication of your feelings.

You smile shyly, squeezing her waist and rubbing her back. “I’ll find you after the show?”  

“Yeah…” Jenna whispers, still staring into your eyes.

“I’ll find you!” You yell over her shoulder as Link drags you away.

“Holy shit, finally!” Mia slides in beside her. 

Jenna doesn’t have the energy to shrug off the arm Aliyah throws over her shoulder as she brings her fingers up to her burning lips. “I don't know why I did that...”

“Oh my god, you’re an idiot. The both of you.” Mia rolls her eyes walking back to her boyfriend.

Jenna looks around, blinking, immediately catching the phones held in the air capturing her moment with you.

She walks off, following her sisters.

Unbeknownst to you and Jenna, a headline is about to drop:

New developments in Y/N L/N's Vegas case. Caught with cocaine! Las Vegas PD makes no official comments on possible charges or arrests. But is this the end for the bright star?

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The strip club and vaccine bit with Colin and Che is from a real line in one of their segments LOL.

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[ashwhowrites]

can you write a cheerleader reader x eddie story where eddie and the reader are acquaintances but they both like each other. eddie has a best friend who’s just like him into metal, d&d, black and reader is the exact opposite! i’m talking wears pink 24/7 unless she’s in cheer uniform, room full of stuff animals and ballerina decor and whitney houston. the ultimate girly girl. well one day eddie is supposed to meet reader after hellfire to finally ask her out after flirting for a few weeks and eddie’s best friend sees reader waiting and is a total bitch to reader. says that eddie would never like a girl like her and that she’s in a completely different world than eddie and that eddie is just using her to make the best friend jealous. let’s say they used to hook up or something just to add some angst 😮‍💨 then eddie comes looking for reader and his best friend just says that you left and eddie is very confused because you seemed like you liked him or whatever and after avoiding him for a while he finally confronts you and you explain everything. maybe it ends with them finally getting together and eddie making his friend apologize. this was so long i’m so sorry and i hope you’re feeling better!

I absolutely can! I love this idea. I hope this is what you were looking for and you enjoy it <3

The opposite

Eddie Munson liking a cheerleader was something Hellfire didn't think they'd see. And seeing Eddie swoon over a girl was different for them. But they secretly adored it. He was like a puppy as he watched her from across the cafeteria. His eyes locked on her during the cheer routines.

And people were shocked to see how much she liked him too. How often she stared right back at him. Her flirty smiles in the hallways had Eddie walking into lockers. Everyone seemed to be rooting for them, except Eddie's best friend.

Britton did not like the popular crowd. She stood by the words Eddie used to mean. The endless rants about how the popular are scum and won't exist outside of high school. But here he was, drooling over the head cheerleader like every other guy. She hated it. She hated watching Eddie do everything he could to get Y/N's attention. She can't stand that all he talked about was her.

"I did it! Your boy got himself a date!" Eddie cheered, sitting down at the cafeteria table. Slamming his hands down to make sure everyone's attention was on him. The table cheered but Britton felt herself rolling her eyes.

"Told you she'd say yes!" Dustin said, slapping Eddie's shoulder as a congratulations. Britton knew exactly who Eddie was talking about and it tasted sour in her mouth. She'd been after Eddie for years after he broke off their arrangement, and she didn't understand how Eddie could like a cheerleader over her. She was just like Eddie, and they had so much in common. Way more than him and a cheerleader.

"When is it?" Britton asked, smiling sweetly as she softly touched his hand that rested on the table. Eddie quickly moved his hand as he answered, "Friday night after hellfire." It was a few days away, but he was already excited.

Y/N wasn't someone he thought he'd be into, but she was gorgeous. She wore bubble gum lip gloss, pink sweaters and skirts, pink nails, and always had a smile on her face. Eddie adored her in her cheerleading uniform, but the soft sweaters felt amazing against his body when she'd smash him in a hug. She smelt like flowers and something sweet. He was obsessed with her.

Britton and Eddie had a past, one that Britton didn't want to end but Eddie called it quits. She was still hung up on it and Eddie moved on. They were in two different places and Britton couldn't handle that.

~~~

Friday night arrived, and Eddie and Y/N were nervous. Eddie spent the whole day figuring out what to wear for tonight. He had to wear his hellfire shirt for the campaign so he figured he'd change after it was over.

They spent the whole day smiling and blushing as they passed each other. They didn't have many classes together, but their eyes were always looking for each other.

"Are you sure this is a good idea? You guys are opposites." Britton tried again.

"Yes, I'm sure. We've been talking for months, we have hung out as friends a few times and we exchanged phone numbers. If we didn't get along, we wouldn't be going on the date." Eddie explained, rolling his eyes as he walked through the halls to hellfire.

"Oh come on Eddie! She's the head of the cheerleading team. And probably listens to Whitney Houston while she dances in her bedroom. She's not your type!" Britton argued. She couldn't believe how lovesick he was for Y/N. He'd never dated a girl like that in years.

"And what's my type?" Eddie snapped, turning around sharply as he looked at her. He was sick of Britton bad-mouthing Y/N every single time he brought her up.

"I don't know, maybe someone that knows what DnD is or listens to the same music you like. Someone edgy and alternative. Not miss Pink Ballerina. And not a cheerleader." Britton argued, trying to make him realize how idiotic he sounded.

"What, someone like you?" He chuckled, he knew Britton wasn't going to let their past fling go but damn he wished she would.

"Don't laugh. In case you forgot we were together, Eddie. I'm just like you and I am your type! We would make so much more sense than you and Y/N, why can't you see that? She's popular! She's going to ruin you and embarrass you. She probably doesn't even like you, some type of game the squad is playing and you are the idiot falling for it. All because you want to date the prettiest girl in school." She scoffed.

"And in case you forgot it was just sex and I called that off. You aren't my type. Yeah, she's popular, but she's sweet and caring. She isn't an asshole like the rest of them. Do you think I'm stupid? I'm not being used or being treated as a joke. She and I have something and I don't care if others don't see it. I like her and she likes me. You and I were nothing and will never be anything. Now leave me the fuck alone and keep her name out of your mouth." Eddie spat, turning around to walk into the classroom.

Britton was fuming, her eyes glaring as his body disappeared into the room. At one point, Eddie did like her, and she was the main attraction in his life. Now he's blinded but she had a plan to get him to see clearly again.

~~~

Y/N rocked on her feet as she waited for Eddie outside of the school. She changed out of her uniform and into a pink dress. Her white sneakers scrape rocks back and forth. She was nervous but relieved that Eddie asked her out. She loved talking to him and hanging out with him. And she was worried he'd only want to be friends and she'd be the only one with a crush. But the feelings were mutual and she couldn't wait for their first date.

She checked her watch as she waited. She knew Eddie's campaign could go longer so she wasn't worried. She took out her pocket mirror and reapplied her lip gloss, when she closed the mirror she jumped as she saw a girl standing there.

"Oh hi!" She greeted, trying to recover from her frightened state. She wasn't sure who she was but she knew she was a friend of Eddie's. She's seen her walking around with him countless times.

"Hi! I just wanted to talk to you about Eddie. Girl to girl, I can't let him do this to you. It's too unfair." Britton pouted, faking a sweetness in her voice as she went to grab Y/N's hands.

"Um, what?" Y/N asked, now growing nervous as the girl looked at her with pity.

"You see, Eddie and I used to have sex all the time. Then he asked for a relationship and I just wasn't ready. He was so broken up about it, so much that he never brought it up. But I can tell what he's doing. He's just using you to make me jealous, sweetie. Look at us, you are the exact opposite of me. If he likes me, why would he like you? And I'm so sorry he'd do that to you." Britton patted Y/N's hands. That same fake pout on her face as she watched her words hit Y/N where it hurt.

"But...but how do you know? Maybe he just moved on." Y/N tried to defend him. Not wanting to believe Eddie was that shallow and would use her like that.

"We made out an hour ago." Britton shrugged, a smirk on her face as Y/N took the bait. Y/N removed her hands from Britton's a pained smile on her face.

"Thank you for letting me know," Y/N said, quickly racing to her car as she dug for her keys.

Britton stood proudly as she watched the cheerleader race into her car. A smirk on her face as she watched Y/N wipe her eyes and pull out of the parking lot.

~~~

Eddie threw his hellfire shirt into his backpack as he finished changing. He walked out to the parking lot with his keys dangling on his fingers. He looked around to see where Y/N was waiting but he saw no one. The lot was empty except for his van. He felt disappointed but he knew her. She probably had an emergency, and she'd call.

But when Eddie got home, he received no messages and no calls. He didn't hear a word from her. Was Britton right? Eddie didn't want to believe so. He liked Y/N and he wanted to hold on to the hope that something just came up.

But then he didn't hear from her the whole weekend. Even when he called her, he received nothing.

When Monday came around, he kept his eye out for her. Hoping he'd have a chance to pull her aside and ask her what happened.

"How was date night?" Britton asked, a small smirk on her face as Eddie visibly deflated.

"Got stood up." He mumbled, embarrassed to admit Britton had been right.

"Shit, Eddie. I'm sorry." She said, her eyes looking behind him to see Y/N watching from afar.

Britton quickly wrapped Eddie in her arms, hugging him as she whispered in his ear, a smirk on her face.

Y/N felt her stomach turn seeing Eddie and Britton wrapped up in each other. The smirk on Britton's face gave Y/N a tiny insight into what she was whispering in his ear. She swallowed the lump in her throat when Britton kissed Eddie's cheek.

It was true. She was a game piece.

"Thanks," Eddie said, pulling himself away from Britton. He hated to admit it, but all the popular kids were the same.

~~~

Eddie couldn't get a second with her. Once he found her, she went in the other direction. She ignored him as he yelled her name over and over. She's never been so distant with him and it killed him. He hated the giggles from the other students when they'd watch her completely ignore him. He was being made fun of again, and it was because of her. Because she stood him up because she ran away, and because she refused to acknowledge him. Everything he believed she was wasn't real.

~~~

A few days passed and neither spoke. She was still hurt by his actions and he was pissed at her. She tried to ignore the sting she felt every single time she saw Britton and Eddie together. They were always together, even more now that she was out of the picture. It seemed like Eddie's jealous plan worked.

Eddie still felt anger towards Y/N. Glaring whenever he saw her walk by. She was a coward and Eddie hated her for it. He deserved answers and he deserved an explanation. But she wasn't going to give it to him.

~~~

The winter dance was coming up and Eddie was nervous. The school offered little snowflake flowers to send to someone in the school. Eddie ordered one for Y/N before their falling out and now he wished he never bought it.

Y/N was reviewing her notes when a bouquet with snowflakes was placed in front of her. She looked up confused as the student walked away. She grabbed the bouquet, a small smile on her face. She'd never received something like that before. But her smile fell when she saw who it was from...Eddie Munson.

Eddie was smashing books in his locker when the door was slammed on him. He jumped back as his fingers barely made it out alive.

"THE HELL!" he yelled, looking to see Y/N standing there, holding the flowers and a pissed-off look. He matched her look, glaring at her.

"Your little jealous plan worked, so leave me the fuck alone." She spat, shoving the flowers in his chest, bashing her shoulder into his as she walked past him. But Eddie was confused about what she was pissed about, and what plan. He clenched the flowers as he followed her.

"Nah uh, missy." He growled, catching her elbow as he turned her around. She snatched her arm away, crossing them as she snarled in his direction.

"Now when someone gets you flowers, the nice thing to do is say thank you," Eddie mocked, a smirk on his face as he watched her growl. "And what the fuck are you pissed about? I should be the one pissed off. Which I am!"

"You? Why in the hell would you be mad? You got everything you wanted. I'm pissed off because you hurt me and used me like I meant nothing." Eddie watched as her hard expression broke down. A look of vulnerability crossed her face.

"What are you talking about? You stood me up and then refused to talk to me. You acted like I didn't exist in your preppy little world." Eddie scoffed. He refused to let her guilt trip him. No matter how sad her pretty eyes looked.

"I stood you up because Britton told me everything!" She snapped, her eyes hard again mentioning Britton. Eddie felt his body stiffen. His jaw tight and his teeth clenched.

"What did she tell you?" He said through his teeth. He was even more pissed and not toward Y/N anymore.

"You guys had a fling and you wanted more. She said no and you used me to make her jealous. Well congratulations Eddie, you got your girl." She smiled as she turned around but Eddie stopped her again.

"She lied! It was the other way around. I never liked her like that and she wanted a relationship. I called it off when we started talking. I didn't want anyone else but you. She's been trying to get me to forget you for months. But she won't be able to. You are all I think about and all I want to talk about. I love spending time with you and I was so excited to go on that date. I love being friends with you but fuck I want so much more with you." Eddie explained, praying to anyone listening that she'd believe him. "You have to believe me." He pleaded.

"I don't know, Eddie..." she trailed off but Eddie refused. He flung himself to his knees, the flowers in his hands as he looked up at her.

"Eddie, what are you doing!" She panicked as the bell rang. A flood of students made their way through the halls, and froze as they saw Eddie on his knees.

"Get up, people are looking." She spazzed, trying to yank him up but he refused.

"I am sorry for everything and for the shit, she said to you. I really like you and I want to give us a fair shot. I'm on my knees, begging for you to believe me, and to ask, Y/N will you be my date to the dance?" He dramatically gave his speech, his voice echoing through the halls for every student to hear. She found herself laughing at his ridiculousness.

She pretended to think, the students circling around them.

"PLEASE Y/N PLEASE," he begged, shouting with a smile as she laughed down at him.

"YES! Okay now stand up!" She giggled, Eddie smiled as he jumped back up to his feet. Handing the flowers over to her as she happily accepted it this time.

"NOTHING TO SEE MOVE ALONG!" he shouted, the students going their own ways as Eddie smiled at her.

"You won't regret it." Eddie promised

"Better not, Munson." She smiled, kissing his cheek as she excused herself to walk to class. She looked over her shoulder to smile at him one more time.

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[indiasthoughts]

"Can you roll my window up?"

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aka- , eren, and xiao, x black readers turn on this trend

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warnings;;

suggestive, but no smut, x black reader, ,, use of the n word , fluff, she/her/hers pronouns, lowkey toxic relationships, SASSY MEN SASSY MEN SASSY MEN SASSY MEN!!!!

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authors note: ik this is such a silly contrast aot and genshin but i been craving all both men sooo😮‍💨

and for reference--

︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ୨♡୧ ︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶

Ps: this is old work but i desperately need smth to post so mind the cornyness pls 🙈

୨⎯ Eren ⎯୧

Inside of the 6'3 mans black BMW M4 was a beautiful girl in his passengers seat, annoyed and frustrated.

see- this girl had a few things that annoyed her that he knew of yet still did when she rode in someones car.

one- rolling her window down and leaving her cold in her black skims dress. two- playing music she's not fond of at the moment, if she's in a brent faiyaz mood why play warren g? and three- not listening to what she had to say.

so when her boyfriend, Eren, of three months did all three at the same time frustration ng came crashing down

"Eren, baby, please roll my window up.", rubbing her arms to create any sort of warmth.

- and to no avail, ignored.

"babe..."

- ignored.

she furrowed her eyebrows and turnt the music down to a volume of 2.

"Can you roll my window up?!"

"No, ur attitude ruining my vibe bro"

As "2SEATER" By tyler the creator started playing, he turned the volume up, but not as high as he had it before, out of the slightest bit of respect.

"Who the fuck is your bro?"

"Ma what I told you about swearing?"

She reached over to his side, unbuckling the seatbelt as her boyfriend stopped at a red light. she pressed the passengers window button and rolled her window up.

"Now the music aint hitting from all angles!!"

"Imma hit you from all angles."

He once again put the windows down.

"Whos car this is?"

"Who sitting here?"

"Ion know what you have an attitude for..."

"Oh my god."

she leaned into her seat, embracing the cold she'd have to deal with for the next 15 minutes.

about another minute passed, and Eren was already tired of the awkward atmosphere.

"Baby im sorry"

"mhm.."

he held a small frown as he pulled up into a empty parking spot .

Tyler spoke in the background- 'the fuck you turn my music down for?'

"mamas it's us" he said with the widest grin he could possibly hold.

'can you roll my window up?'

you lip synced to the girl's parts.

'Why? damn.'

as he would too.

"Cause it's windy." You audibly spoke this time.

"But I love it when your hair blows."

as the beat dropped, he reached in and gave you a kiss.

ewww this was so sickenlybsweet ugh me and who🤢🤢

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୨⎯ Xiao ⎯୧

you and your boyfriend, Xiao had been lying down in his bedroom, while you played with his cat on his lap, he did his homework. There was a specific way he liked to have his room, cold. whether it's the ac blasting on days where the cold was too much too have his windows open, or open windows, on the warmer days. Today happened to be one of the warmer days. And despite the baggy sweatpants, fuzzy socks, and one of his sweaters, his room was still too cold for you. As much as you cuddles up with Astro, the cat, and your boyfriend, it was still unbearable.

"Xiao, lets close the windows please.."

"I won't be able to concentrate."

he furrowed his eyebrows and said that with in the sturnest way he could.

"I'm gonna head into the living room then"

You grabbed the cat, and as quick as one leg came down, it came back up.

He played a faveorite playlist of his, when "2SEATER" came first.

"Sit back down pretty?" more of a question than a command.

"Damnn nigga it's cold!"

"m'sorry, stay wimme ok?"

He turned the volume up and held your waist, bringing his lips to your neck and nibbling your neck.

You knit your brows together, feeling a gush of cold air, and flinched softly. Taking his phone that was connected to his JBL speaker, and lowering it.

"Can you roll the windows up?"

"Whyd you turn the music down"

he puts it back on, lowly chuckling at the perfect timing on the song.

"Can you roll it up?"

"Why?, damn"

"Because it's!-"

You slowly realise the timing on the song and this mini arguement.

"But i love it when your hair blows.."

As he finally removed his lips from your neck, and tilting your neck to crane your head and meet his lips.

[kaely1916]

Go Get your Man! 🏃🏽‍➡️ pt1

Context: After everything that happened, Charles might be a little too overprotective with Edwin. After all, he almost lost his best friend for the third time in a week, so he had his reasons for deciding to secretly check on Edwin during one of his cartoon nights with Niko. What he didn’t expect to find was Niko helping Edwin get ready for a date.

“Charles, you’re going to make me dizzy if you keep pacing around my room like that.”

“It’s just... God, do you think I should go check on him? Just in case?”

“For heaven's sake, Charles, he’s only been gone for an hour and he’s with Niko. He’s fine.🙄”

“I know, I know... BUT what if something happened??? I can’t help but be all nervous when Edwin is out of my sight, Crystal. I’m worried.😩”

“You’re codependent, that’s what you are. Everything is fine. Besides, Edwin won’t be happy if you interrupt his night with Niko because you’re having an anxiety attack.🥱”

“First, I’m not having an attack. Second, he won’t know I was there if I don’t say anything.”

“This is going to blow up in your face, remember my words.”

“Sure, sure. Whatever you say. See you later.”

*Crystal tried to convince him again that it was a bad idea, but Charles was already passing the mirror.*

“Such an idiot.😮‍💨”

*On the other side, Charles traveled to Niko’s bathroom mirror, peeking through the door to see if Edwin was okay. He just needed to hear Edwin’s voice to know everything was alright and that he could come back, but the other’s words made him curious and he couldn’t help but see what was going on.*

“Niko, I look ridiculous.”

Edwin stood in the middle of the room, his usual Edwardian clothes completely replaced by tight black jeans and a blue turtleneck sweater, which was just... wow.

“You look incredible. That’s what you look! I knew that turtleneck would be perfect for you.”

(Oh, maybe he went to some clothes store with Niko. That’s cute. And judging by Edwin’s current outfit... damn, Niko was doing an amazing job.😳)

“When I asked you to help choose clothes, I didn’t expect such a radical change.”

“Foolishness. You, my friend, should know that I don’t do things halfway. Besides, this is your first date with that boy; you need to look gorgeous to wow him.”

(Okay... WHAT?😨) Charles almost tripped over himself if he hadn’t remembered to be incorporeal for a moment. (A date??? Edwin??? With who??🤨)

“It’s... it’s not an actual date, I think.”

(Oh, thank God.😌)

“Oh, come on. Meeting a guy to go for a walk together and visit some museums is definitely a date, Edwin!”

(Oh, fuck😔)

“Well... you might be right, but I don’t want to make a big fuss about this. This is still very new to me, you see.”

“Don’t worry. Everything will be great. Not every day a cute French ghost asks you out on a date! Relax and enjoy yourself. You deserve it. Have some fun with the French boy~~”

*Saying that Charles was speechless would be an understatement. His best mate was apparently going on a date with an apparently cute French ghost while he thought he was watching Scooby-Doo with Niko. Oh, the betrayal. He wished that was the only thing he felt, but no...*

“His name is Marcus and we are going to have fun, just not in the way your mind is suggesting.”

“You never know, my friend, you never know... Anyway, he’s close to being here, right?”

“Yes. Once again, I apologize for asking him to use your mirror, but I didn’t want him to go to the agency. That wouldn’t be professional.”

“And once again, I thank you for doing it. I’m dying to meet him!!! 🤩”

(Fuck. Now that guy was actually coming here to take Edwin out? To take Edwin away from him?? Hell no 😫) But before Charles could think about what to do, the mirror in Niko’s bathroom revealed a person.

“Good evening. May I enter?”

(He’s a freaking vampire or what?😒) The ghost looked more or less around their age, with black wavy hair and blue eyes, dressed in modern clothes and a red tie.

“Oh yes!! So nice to finally meet you. I’m Niko, Edwin is my best friend.”

“A pleasure. I’m Marcus. Edwin has told me a lot about you... Good to see you again, Edwin, you look very nice.”

“... T-thank you, you as well. I think we should be going. I don’t want to interfere with Niko’s sleep any more than I already have.”

“You guys don’t have to worry about me. In fact, do you want me to go with you?👀”

“We don’t need a chaperone, Niko. Thank you.”

“Fine, but you’ll have to tell me everything. With details! I expect to hear from you in the morning... unless you two are too busy tonight~~😏”

“GOODBYE, NIKO.💀”

*Edwin said, very embarrassed, while leaving with the other ghost through the mirror, his arm interlaced with Marcus’s. Charles was actually furious about all the advantages that guy was taking with Edwin.*

“You can stop hiding now, Charles.”

“You... you knew I was here?”

“I have very good observational skills, as does Edwin. You were really lucky he was all nervous about his date, or he would have found you too.”

“I... I was just...”

“Spying on Edwin’s first date?”

“No... I didn’t even know he had a date...”

“Oh, well, after what happened between you two, it’s normal that he didn’t know how to tell you.”

“You know??? Did Edwin tell you?”

“Well, he told me he had confessed to his friend but was rejected, and now they decided to just be friends. I just added two and two🤓.”

“I did not reject him!!! I... well, yes, we’re still friends... but I didn’t reject him! I never will! I told him that we have forever to figure out the rest...”

“Charles... are you in love with Edwin?”

“I... I don’t know.😟”

“Look, you’re my friend too and I love you, but you really need to figure this out sooner if you don’t want someone else to steal Edwin from you. Because he’s not going to wait for you forever... well, knowing Edwin, he probably would, but he doesn’t deserve that.”

“No, he doesn’t...”

“I think that for the first time in his life, he’s truly comfortable with himself, and because he thinks you rejected him, he’s starting to allow himself to date other people and experiment with what he really likes.”

“I... I know that... but... I’m just so scared of messing everything up... of not being good enough for him... of... losing him... I just... God, Niko, what if..😰.”

*Charles stumbled over his own words, fighting back tears.*

“Okay, so we’re doing this.😤”

“Doing what?🥺”

“Don’t worry, I’ve seen a lot of psychological animes.🤓☝🏻”

*And just like that, Niko guided him to lie on her bed while she sat in a chair beside him, with a little notebook and a pen in her hand, and a pair of glasses that God only knew where they came from.*

“Niko...😐”

“Shhh, everything is okay. This is a safe place. Now tell me in detail, where do you think these thoughts came from?🧐”

“Well...😔”

*After about two hours of therapy, Niko realized she would need more sessions, but at least she managed to get Charles to reach a conclusion.*

“Oh, fuck😦.”

“Yeah.🙂‍↕️”

“I’m such an idiot.😣”

“Yep.🙂‍↕️”

“I’m in love with Edwin too... God, I’m so in love with him. How did I not see it before?”😫

“Love makes us blind, Charles. Don’t worry. You’re not the first.”

“But... I’m too late. Nothing matters now... because Edwin is going with that French guy... he’ll probably forget about me...”

“Okay, Charles, I don’t know if you’re an idiot or just a disaster in love matters, but you’re crazy if you think Edwin has moved on from you.”

“What do you mean?🤨”

“1. Someone doesn’t forget a 30-year-old crush just like that. And 2. You don’t know how much I had to insist that Edwin accept the other offer.”

“Wait, what??? So you basically forced him to go on a date with a stranger he didn’t want to go with??😠”

“I may or may not have told him that seeing someone would help him forget his feelings for... well, you.😬”

“NIKO!!!👹”

“What??? It was before I knew you hadn’t rejected him, just that you were an idiot who loved him back but had too many problems to realize it🙄.”

“OMG, what am I going to do now?😫”

“Isn’t it clear? I know the direction of the museum where Edwin is going.😎”

“You don’t mean..😯.”

“Go get your man!🫡”

*Without wasting another minute, Charles quickly traveled to the mirror, hoping he wasn’t too late. Just wait a little longer for him, Edwin. He would definitely get things right this time.*

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To be continued...

[subskz]

i don’t know why, but jisung gives off serious energy of someone who’d say, “ooh you wanna kiss/fuck me so bad~” during an argument… and he’d be so fr abt it too 😭 severe brat behaviour smh. honestly he’s too cute so if he said that, i would just prove him right… </3 omg i am always caught lacking on this blog when it comes to him 😮‍💨

we’ve established that he’d appeal to your soft (n maybe not-so-soft) side by crying when you’re angry, but other times, i think he’d also try childishly teasing u nonstop in order to get out of an argument, so that u finally reach the breaking point and snap, releasing all your frustrations by ruining him into tomorrow (reminds me a bit of ‘pay attention’… pls excuse me as i go reread that masterpiece of a fic for the nth time)

yknow, with minho being the funky lil guy he is might say it too just to throw u off, i mean god knows he does the most outta pocket things sometimes. would say it with that trademark straight face, but then ! then see the little pastel blush tinting his ears !! how could u ever take his little facade seriously when his body tells all his secrets ♡ gets unreasonably surprised when u actually follow through with his snide remark, like he would get so shy if u pulled him by his shirt collar into a kiss even though was the one who initiated it

same goes for seungmin when he gets into one of those hyperactive puppy moods of his n just wants to play with u, so he’ll bother u out of affection n say whatever he thinks will get the best reaction out of u

waitt i could also picture chan saying it in the heat of the moment if you’re just playfully bickering bc secretly he’s always wanted to say smth like that but then immediately getting SO embarrassed n shy with himself ^^; cue him hiding in his sweater paws n letting out soft, high giggles of embarrassment (i know you know the kind i’m talking about </3)

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we must be on the same wavelength bc i immediately thought of jisung lino and seungmin when someone asked a similar question as well 😭 our insufferable lil trio

hannie would be so fr abt it…the moment he realizes he’s losing the argument he’d say it without an ounce of shame lmaoo it can be so hard to make him take anything seriously esp when he can get a lil petty when he’s emotional…he is not above resorting to crying (sometimes he doesnt even mean to…sensitive baby) or throwing out the most childish retorts to try n get the upper hand, but he’s kinda endearing abt it and laughably obvious abt what he really wants. he might not be content w losing the argument but he is content w surrendering the moment u decide to put him in his place and wreck him until he can’t run his mouth anymore 🙏

what u said abt lino got me so good also…it’s the most lino thing on earth to throw out a provocative comment like that just to get a reaction out of u, and then crumble the instant u actually return that energy to him…like the way he gets all up in ppl’s faces then shies away when they actually lean in…kitty can dish it but he cant take it! the lil sputter of surprise he’d let out when you pull him in and kiss that crooked smirk right off his face would be so adorable, he breaks instantly ): and his ears would absolutely be on fire!! no matter how smart his pretty mouth is, his body is always betraying his true feelings~

seungmin’s hyperactive puppy moods 💔 he can be just as good at lino at saying exactly the right thing to get u riled up…but in his case you’d get that irresistible proud puppy grin bc he knows exactly what he’s doing n isn’t even trying to hide it! but what he doesn’t expect is for you to follow through n leave him w the cutest wide-eyed, open-mouthed expression staring back at you…the one surefire way to make him short circuit so he has nothing clever left to say anymore <3 he’d definitely try to use it later n claim that he won the argument w his irresistible puppy charms

and CHANNIE! i hadnt even considered him but ur absolutely right…him and his tendency of not thinking it through before saying the most deranged things known to man and flustering himself so bad 😭 u wouldnt even have to do anything for him to just fold immediately and break out into those infectious squeaky giggles, cringing so bad…he’s losing the war against himself but just like jisung he’s cute enough that he gets away w it every time ㅠ imagine how shy and red-faced he’d get when you pull his sweater paws from his face and kiss him just like he wanted…i think his brain would fizzle out!! never has an attempt at teasing backfired so spectacularly

[hypersonic04]

ross and teacher running into an ex and the other one getting kinda jealous 😮‍💨

Omg I love this idea SO much. As I mentioned before, jealous Ross >>>

I know I said that maybe you’d been a bit awkward at school and not really been in proper relationships, but I do think there was someone at university. It wasn’t very serious, you were young and it was just a bit of fun (that did ultimately leave you heartbroken lol). Anyways, you’re just out running some errands, Ross needs a new shirt for an event at school, so you’re just in a department store helping him pick things out. You’ve had a lovely day - gone for some lunch, he’s treat you to a few bits (which you were adamant not to let him do, but you’re his girl! how can he not?), and now you’re just having a little wander, hand in hand.

You’re just stood looking at some of the clothes, looking for Ross’ size in a sweater, when you feel a tap on your shoulder - it’s your old kind-of-boyfriend!

“Y/n?”

“Oh my goodness!” You smile and accept the hug he offers. It’s been a long time since you’ve seen each other, and the memories of being 19 come flooding back. As stressed as you felt at uni, there were more good memories than bad, and it was a lovely time in your life.

“It’s been ages! You look great! How’ve you been?” He’s definitely a bit too smiley and a bit too enthusiastic, and his hand on your shoulder makes you uncomfortable.

“Yeah, I’m good, thank you! How are you?” As you speak, you’re discreetly looking around for Ross, and you spot him as he’s making his way over to you. There’s a slight crease in his brow, the kind that only you would notice. As he meets your eye line, he raises his eyebrows a bit, almost telepathically asking you who he is.

“I’m good, yeah, thank you-“ his voice trails off a bit when Ross comes over, plastering a sweet smile on his face and standing beside you.

“Y’alright, mate? I’m Ross, y/n’s boyfriend.” They shake hands but you can see the tension in Ross’ face.

“Ross, this is Ben, we went out in uni.” You look between both, and you’d be lying if you said Ross’ jealousy wasn’t very attractive. He raises his eyebrows at you again as you nod in an attempt to diffuse the tension.

“It’s been lovely to see you again, y/n. I should probably go, need to get back to work, but you should message me! Maybe we could meet up for a drink or something?”

“It was nice to see you too!” You smile with a nod, giving him a wave as he walks off.

You turn back to the rail of jumpers and can feel Ross’ eyes on you.

“Everything okay?” You glance at him, pretending not to see the way his mouth forms a straight line and his eyes are arguably a shade darker than usual.

“Ben, hm?” He quirks an eyebrow at you.

“Yeah, Ben.” You frown a little, grabbing his size in the jumper. “Just an ex-boyfriend.”

“You’ve never told me about Ben.” The way he says his name makes you unsure whether to giggle or be intimidated.

“He’s never come up. It was nothing, just a fling at uni.”

“He clearly didn’t think it was nothing.” He scoffs as he follows you to the tills.

“Ross, we went out for about two months, haven’t seen him in years.”

He’s a bit quiet as you leave, heading back to the car.

“What’s wrong?” You turn to him as he turns to look through the rear window, one hand on the wheel.

“Nothing.” He says a bit too quickly.

“Is it about earlier?”

“What happened earlier?”

“Oh, give it a rest.” You scoff, looking at him as he keeps his eyes on the road. “With Ben. Are you annoyed about earlier?”

“No, I’m not annoyed.” He shrugs a bit. “I don’t know, I just…”

You don’t say anything, watching his face like you can see the cogs turning in his head, figuring out the right way to word his feelings.

“I just don’t like the idea of someone else, another man, knowing you like I do.”

It takes you aback, how open he is with you. He glances at you like he’s worried he’s said the wrong thing, but the way the corners of your mouth dare to curve upwards keeps him talking.

“I don’t know. You never really talk about your exes. In my head, I’m the only person in the world that knows you like that. It’s like I can read your mind sometimes, and the thought of someone else having the privilege of that… I don’t know. I guess it makes me jealous.”

He swallows heavily and flexes his hands slightly on the wheel, glancing at you.

“You’re right, Ross. You are the only person in the world that can read my mind.” You pull his free hand into your lap over the console, watching as his shoulders ease at your touch. “I promise, I’ve never had anything like this in my life.”

He brings the back of your hand to his lips and presses a kiss there, visibly more relaxed as you ease his worries.

“Although, seeing you all jealous was very hot.” You mumble, looking down at your lap.

“Oh, really?” He laughs a bit, raising his eyebrows at you.

[gimmethatagustd]

Ohhhh how I’ve always wanted to participate in one of these, you are one of my favorite writers & ummm I’m ot7, but but but any member of the Hyung line that’s completely up to you 😮‍💨🥵💜💜 also also number 23 🤍🤍🫣 

Can I, tell you what I think my biggest flaw is, baby? / I try to be consistent, but I can't / Can I, have an honest moment with you right now, baby? / Tell me who the fuck you wanna be

» pairing: yoongi x reader

» genre: BTS | 18+ | drabble | exes | angst

» wc/date: 747 | December 2022

» warnings: emotional manipulation/gaslighting | marking | making out~

» notes: stoppp you're so sweet!! thank you for sending in a request 🥺 i realllly tried not to write yoongi for this one cuz i have multiple yoongi requests BUT I COULD NOT STOP MYSELF so i hope you enjoy. sorry it's ~angsty~ this song really puts me in a mood

You never realized how much space Yoongi had taken up in your life until you packed your belongings into a single suitcase. Four years of life condensed into a small rectangle. 

It didn’t even bulge at the seams. Your clothes were neatly folded inside, along with shoes, accessories, and makeup you hadn’t already brought to your mom’s house. Your electronics were already at home, except for your Switch. You left that on the coffee table in Yoongi’s apartment; he’d bought it for you. It didn’t bother you much to return it. You’d used those games to cope with an emptiness you would no longer need to suffer. 

At least not by the hands of Yoongi. 

“Is this permanent?” 

He watched you answer his question by sliding the key to his apartment off your keychain. It clattered onto the kitchen counter where you’d spent hours making kimchi with Yoongi and Hoseok, back when the two friends still spoke to each other and Yoongi had light in his eyes. They’d always twinkled with mischief like he knew something you didn’t. 

Just wait, his eyes once seemed to say, and you always held onto the edge of your seat. 

Now he stared at you with an empty darkness that made your skin prickle. 

“Baby…” 

“Don’t. Yoongi, please. Don’t.” Your protest was weak. You were weak. 

He slipped his finger beneath your chin and lifted your face to look up at his. Leaning down, he placed a chaste kiss on your lips. When was the last time he’d touched you so gently? His lips were warm and soft. They always were. They molded against yours, locking together like the last two pieces of a puzzle. That was the problem with Yoongi: everything fell into place so easily. 

It started with silly things. He hated crunchy french fries, while you hated the mushy ones. He liked putting away clean dishes, and you preferred to be the one to wash them. You were scared of conflict, and he loved taking care of you. Where one of you was lacking, the other filled in the gaps. 

Until Yoongi was the one taking from you. He took and took and took until you had too many empty gaps you scrambled to fill. 

He pulled back slowly to look you in the eyes. A bit of color was brushed across his cheeks, and his lips were parted slightly. He didn’t look as upset as you expected, but Yoongi had never been predictable. The confidence with which he carried himself was part of the reason why you were drawn to him. It was a quiet confidence, a feeling simmering deep in his soul rather than something boisterous and assaulting. It was an inner strength you’d never had until he taught it to you.  

“We always pull through, baby. Me and you against the world, right? It’s always been me and you.” His smooth voice was a familiar lullaby, but your dreams had turned into nightmares long ago. 

“It’s not me and you anymore, though…” You wanted your voice to be strong and sure, but it wavered as Yoongi slipped his hand beneath your sweater. His cool fingers gripped your hip, and you felt your entire body shiver. 

“Yes, it is.” 

“It’s you and your music. You and your friends. You and everyone else but me.” 

He leaned his forehead against yours, face tilted slightly to whisper against your lips. “You know that’s not true.” 

“Yoongi.” Your heart fluttered despite the weight that pressed into your chest. You wanted him to kiss you again so badly you felt tears burn in the corners of your eyes. He made everything so hard. 

“I love you. It’s always gonna be me and you, jagi. Always.” 

It was wrong to melt into the kiss he gifted you. It was wrong to let your mouth fall open, a soft moan escaping your lips when you felt his tongue swirl against yours. It was wrong to let him pull you flush against his chest and walk you backward until your body pressed against the kitchen counter. It was wrong to open your legs and throw your arms around his neck when he lifted you onto the counter and slotted himself between your thighs. It was wrong to rip your sweater over your head and let it fall onto the tiled floor. 

“Be gentle with me, Yoongi,” you whispered into his dark hair as he decorated your neck with marks sucked into your skin.  

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[amoebamom]

Dear Journal,

Today is Dear Diary Day📖✍️ so I might as well write in my Digital Diary☺️

It's the 1st day of fall, and so that means pumpkin spices and sweater weather🍂🧥☕️🎃😋

I'm totally looking forward to Migi's first-time trick or treating experience🎃🍬 last year she was too little to do anything.

So this year, she's gonna be the most precious pumpkin princess ever!😍

I just hope that Halloween doesn't get canceled this year since they're saying another pandemic is coming🙄

Quite frankly, I'm over it!😮‍💨

Anyway, I'm trying to find the best routine that works best for everyone (my family), but everything started to slowly go back to what it was. I'm just gonna have to be more diligent and pull my sleeve up (embrace what my virgo parents tried to instill in me) and do the work to get everything in routine order.

I hate that those words are even coming out of me😝 since I'm totally the opposite way, but I now see that there needs to be a balance of the two.🤝 so that's what I will be doing👍 what changes have fall brought to you? I hope it leads to good things😌🙏 TTFN

[tojisun]

Toji as a po*n star huh 😳 imagine him corrupting his virgin and innocent gf. Thank you for conking to my Ted talk cuz that’s all I have to say 😮‍💨 Maybe some head cannons too

holy fuck. losing my whole mind and soul and heart at this???? x

here’s a little something because head empty, just this type of toji 😭 quackie i hope you like this!!!

cw: NSFT, smut, corruption kink, mean toji, fem reader, a slight oc appearance, daddy kink, lapslock // wc: 1.6k

i.

one day, while you and toji are cuddling in your room and watching a movie from your laptop, he just breaks the silence and says, “wanna watch porn?”

he feels you stiffen on his lap, a gasp punching itself from your lungs, and toji turns to watch the flush that explodes on your face, cheeks turning into a delicious red. god you’re so beautiful.

“only if you want to, though,” he adds a moment later when you remained unmoving and quiet. a small part of him thinks you truly do not want to, but from the way you are squirming on his lap and fidgeting, playing with the hem of your skirt, toji thinks you actually do.

well, you always did want to do anything he suggested. always so eager to please him. eager to be his good girl. it’s endearing, actually, how you are so natural at being a submissive little darling for him. always wide-eyed and blushy as you whisper, “yes, toji-san.”

fuck, he’s already getting hard.

“i want to,” you tell him, hands fisted at your skirt and eyes not meeting his, embarrassed and shy at your admittance. “please?”

toji’s lips curl, breathing sharply at your soft voice. at hearing you ask for his permission. damn, aren’t you too perfect for him?

“‘course,” he murmurs and he pulls the laptop to him, opening a site he knows too well. you watch him throughout, resting your head on his shoulder, trembling in excitement or nervousness, toji doesn’t know. he clicks on a video, sneering at the cringey title, and sits back again, pulling you closer to him.

he pretends he doesn’t hear your gasp as you brush on his half-hard dick, his control especially straining when you squirm to feel it again. damn it baby.

the video plays but toji doesn’t bother to watch it. he knows what’s going to happen, after all he’s in it. instead, he turns his sharp eyes on you, absorbing the way you watch as his co-star introduced herself, pretending to be a school teacher, her plump breasts in a too-tight blouse.

toji sees the exact moment you see him come into view as your lips fall open, eyes widening, breath hitching and body tensing all over again. he expected for you to look at him and question why’s he a porn star, of all things. but you do not move, wide eyes hungrily watching as toji tore miyuka’s blouse, his big hand groping her breasts while the other yanked her lingerie down. you moan at the same time miyuka does. fuck.

(he felt a stirring in his gut as he watched himself in their new film. the director showed them the final cut, asking if he or miyuka wanted to edit or remove some parts. miyuka was also gazing intently at the screen, her eyes furrowed as she watched herself mewl underneath toji’s arms, her head thrown back as toji licks a stripe on her neck. toji liked how the filming ended up looking and miyuka also agreed after finishing the video.

“we look good together, don’t we?” she asked toji, eyeing him from the mirror in their dressing room, dabbing a finger on her lips to set her gloss. “wanna date for real?”

toji chuckled, a quiet and humourless sound, as he turned to her. “i don’t need you,” he said. “i’ve got the sweetest darling at home, waiting for me.”

miyuka huffed at his response, crossing her arms and pouting. “what a lucky lady.”

toji hummed. “nah. i’m the one who’s lucky.”)

toji chuckles when you lean closer to the screen and the sound of his voice breaks you from your trance. you shriek, turning your flushed head to meet his stare. “toji-san!” you exclaim, hiding your face behind your hands, sweater paws and all.

he laughs, prying your hands from your face. “c’mon now, doll, don’t be shy. just a minute ago, you looked like you were ready to swallow my dick.”

you mewl at his words, shifting on his lap and squeezing your thighs close. your skirt rides up, edges of your underwear peeking through. plain black, probably matching your bra, and yet toji thinks it’s the hottest he’s seen. your hand shoots to your skirt, tugging it down to hide yourself, but toji grasps your hands loosely and tangles your fingers with his.

“my dick’s all censored in these clips,” he whispers, voice deep and lidded with arousal. he guides one of your hand down to the bulge in his pants, hissing when your smaller hand finally brushes it. he’s been leaking precum since a while ago, becoming too sensitive from your writhing and hitched breaths, that a brush of your fingers feels too good. your eyes are still blown wide and stuck to his, watching his reactions with something akin to wonder and excitement, and he groans when you begin rubbing at his hardened length with vigour, clumsy hand feeling so good despite the layers in between.

he laughs before pulling you closer, kissing you hard and desperate and rigorous. you groan in pleasure despite craning your neck awkwardly, hands still trapped in toji’s hold. he pulls back, tugging at your bottom lip, sucking once more before finally releasing it. he noses at your ear, and says, “so, wanna see my dick uncensored?” it’s some cringe line, one fitting for cringier porn films and not for his moment with you, and yet you moan, nodding your head in reply.

“yes please.”

oh. how could he forget. “you’re truly my good girl, aren’t you.”

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

ii.

toji taking your virginity away in the most mind-blowing and intense sex ever. pure dirty talk and so much teasing, driving you mad until you’re tipping over and crying, begging him so, so sweetly.

“you’ve always wanted my cock, don’t you? look how you’re so tight on my fingers, swallowing so greedily. can’t believe i thought you were my innocent darling when you turn into a desperate whore just from my fingers!” toji says, pumping three fingers in you, scissoring and curling them. your head is thrashing, hands fisting the sheets, hips unconsciously rising and grinding to meet toji’s thrusts.

“how will my cock fit in this tiny pussy when i can barely fit four fingers?” toji’s voice sounds mocking, faux worry, sighing as if disappointed. then, he says, “but don’t worry. daddy will make it fit.”

all the while, you are squealing, begging, “toji-san! want your cock! want your cock! daddy, please please please!”

when toji finally does bottom out, he gives you time to adjust. you are shaking, crying and delirious, eyes squeezed close as you feel just how big toji really is. toji closes his eyes, hissing at the tight heat enveloping him, trying his very best to not start thrusting.

he snaps when he watched your shaky hand come up, prodding at where you feel his cock is. you giggled, peering up at him through wet lashes. “can feel you here, daddy.”

“relax,” is all he says before he just starts fucking into you earnestly. you scream, body lifting at the intensity of it all. you start crying again, hands letting go of the sheets to claw at toji’s back.

oh but the pain subsides. and when it does, pleasure floods you so scarily fast that you are reeling from the feeling. your head is buzzed and your ears are ringing, and you only zone back in to hear toji chuckling, fingers still flicking your nipples. “fuck baby, you just squirted!” he sounds ecstatic, giddy. you don’t know what squirting means—you don’t even know if you can think at the moment.

“is that—is that good?” you ask, voice hoarse and broken, moaning at the spike of pleasure again. toji laughs. “yeah baby. means you’re a fuck’n slut. my slut.”

toji also saying, “god, baby, you can star in my porn films at this point. look at you.” he sounds adoring, in awe as he watched you bounce on his cock, hands holding his, your tongue lolled out and hair a tangled mess. “you’re so desperate for this dick, aren’t you?”

when he cums, he bows his head onto the crook of your neck, moaning amidst your broken squeals. “i love you, baby,” he says, voice gentle, a sudden switch from the domineering tone he was using just minutes ago. you’re too tired to reply, but toji doesn’t mind.

he kisses you again and slowly pulls out, whispering things like “you did good,” or “i’ve got you” as you whimper from the sting. he collapses beside you and you blearily watch him as he smiles, a sweet little thing, and kisses you again.

aftercare with toji is divine.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

iii.

“if you want me to stop being a porn star, tell me and i’ll stop.”

you are quiet, wrapped in a blanket and hiding your face on his chest as if he didn’t just fuck you to putty a while ago. you’re perfect and you don’t need to hide anything, but he indulges you anyways and gathers you in his arms.

you mumble something on his chest, words incoherent and too quiet to hear. “speak up, baby. tell me what’s on your mind.”

toji is patient as you gather your thoughts. then he hears you say, “that’s okay. you look good doing that.”

you can’t even say the word ‘porn,’ fuck that’s so adorable. he smiles, planting a kiss on your head, and says, “alright. but the sentiment stands indefinitely so if you change your mind and you want me to stop, tell me and i will.”

you nod and he feels you press a light kiss on his chest. he laughs.

yeah, you truly are his sweet darling.

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

🦊Being Inarizaki's Manager 🦊

🤧 Miss Manager is Sick 🤒

Inarizaki x Female Manager

Warnings: Swearing, Miss Manager is sick, insensitive Atsumu 😑

AN: This is another anon request!

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Yn you work so hard 😫

Seriously being a team manager is NO JOKE

These boys rely on you for everything

Kita, Aran, Omimi and Michinari always help you

The freaking angels 😇

But still, being the manager for a powerhouse like Inarizaki is taxing

I mean, you literally do so much

🙌🏻 For Example 🙌🏻

You always arrive early to set up nets, make sure the volleyballs are filled

Sort the towels and laundry

Make sure the water bottles are ready and waiting

Make sure Atsumu and Osamu don't kill each other before practice 😅

And that's all before these boys even step on the floor of the courts!

When they are on the courts, your job never stops

You are taking notes and reviewing with Kita

Helping Suna and Omimi with their blocks

Making sure Riseki is reassured he's doing a great job 👏🏻

Helping Aran, Osamu and Ginjima with their spikes

Tossing a million and one balls to Atsumu because he never stops ✋️

Tossing balls over the net for Michinari to receive

It legit never ends YN 🤗

But you love your job and you wouldn't have it any other way!

Unfortunately for you, despite how much you love your job, your body needs to rest

So on top of managing this crazy bunch, you have school work, chores and your own life to handle

It's exhausting 😪

So it's no surprise that your body starts to fight back

You notice you're extra tired one morning

It's harder to get out of bed and your body is sore

You've lost some appetite but you figure it's just from fatigue

Nationals are coming up and we are working out butts off 👏🏻

You get to school and you're dragging 😭

Suna and Kita definitely notice first

Suna always meets you at your locker and Kita has YN radar 🤣

"Whats wrong with you?"- suna

Kita 👉🏻👂🏻 🏃‍♂️

"Somethings wrong with YN?"- Kita, pulling up from wherever he was

"I'm fine guys! Just a little tired that's all"- you

Kita 👉🏻😐😑

Mans is skeptical of everything

You go about your day and when it's time for lunch, you just aren't that hungry

Osamu notices next

Omimi and Aran noticed too but they are too polite to say anything

But they keep a watchful eye 👁

"Yn what's up with you today? You barely ate"- Osamu

"I call YN's food" - Atsumu

Que Ginjima smacking him I'm the back of the head

"Ouch! What the hell?"- Atsumu 😤

"Yn maybe you should go home?"- Michinari, the freaking cutest thing ever 😍

"Guys really I'm fine! I think my body is just tired. You know, lack of sleep and stuff. I've been up late alot"- you

"You should take a break Yn. We can cover for you"- Omimi

"Yeah we are capable Yn"- Aran

"I know guys geez"- you say, standing up honestly annoyed at this point 😒

"Yn wait"- Ginjima

Too late, you left

You don't want to deal with it anymore

You're tired, cranky and you just want to get today over with 😮‍💨

That afternoon, you start to feel warm

You're more exhausted than you were before and it's hard to stay awake

Your body is screaming for rest and sleep

But YN had things to do 👏🏻

Practice comes and you are barely keeping up

You manage to get the nets and waterbottles filled before you reach your limit

"I'll just lay down for a few minutes"- you say to yourself

Cuddle in the corner with your head on your managers sweater and your body covered from head to toe

Boy is it getting cold in here 🤧

You are shaking and shivering but oh so tired

You literally fall asleep so quickly

The boys come into the gym

Kita immediately spots you and runs to you

"Yn! She's burning up guys"- Kita to Aran, Omimi and Michinari

"I'll go get a wash cloth"- Michinari

"I'll get some Tylenol"- Omimi

Aran picks you up and carries you to the club room

"What the heck is going on?"- Atsumu

"Shut up idiot! Can't you see somethings wrong with YN!"- Osamu

"She's been wearing herself down for weeks getting ready for nationals"- Suna

Aran and kita take you to the club room

You wake up and start to sit up

"Hey guys, sorry I slept a bit, ill get back to work"- you

"Oh no you wont" -Kita

"You are staying in here until after practice and then we are taking you home"- Omimi, handing you Tylenol and water

"But-but"- you, on the verge of tears 🥺

"YN you've been working yourself so much you need to rest"- Michinari, placing a cool washcloth on your forehead

"Oh alright"- you say, finally resigning yourself to your fate

"We'll be up to check on you in a while YN. Sleep"- Kita

You don't have to be told twice 😴

After practice, Osamu, Atsumu, Suna and Ginjima are tasked with taking you home

Kita says he will meet them at your house with supplies

He has way too much trust in those 4 🤣

Thank god Ginjima and Suna are somewhat responsible

They get you home and into bed

Kita drops by with a store full of supplies

"No going to school tomorrow YN! You need to sleep!"- Kita, tucking you in

Don't fight it YN, just listen

"Ok Kita"- you, drifting back to sleep

The boys will come and check on you while you recover

They bring food, medicine and entertainment 😅

When you are back to 100%, you get back to your old routine

But this time, the boys pitch in to help more

Seriously, they hated seeing their manager sick 😫

You Seriously have such an amazing team Yn 🥰

[whorekneecentral]

Can you pretty please give us you being an employee for Mercedes and having grown really close to Lewis during your time working there, and one night you’re alone in your hotel room trying so hard to get yourself off after a long day of being sexually frustrated between Lewis’ teasing and seeing how hot he (and his massive bulge) looks in his race shit. But while masturbating you didn’t realize that you accidentally called Lewis and he’s been listening to you while simultaneously getting himself off. And when you realize this, you’re all embarrassed and on the verge of freaking out until he soothes you and let’s you know that he’s on his way to your hotel room so you can be fucked properly 😌

And cue you both being in for one hell of a night 😮‍💨

okay pur this is so hot, how did this get buried in my inbox ?? - part two

His press officer followed him everywhere. Everywhere Lewis was, you followed behind. Not just because it was your job but because you actually liked the guy. 

You and Lewis got on well, you had the same sense of humour, got along outside of track, your personalities complimented each other. 

Everyone seemed to notice that; the fans commenting on how sweet you and Lewis were. 

A picture of you two went viral, Lewis give you his coat as the rain came down, holding the umbrella over the two of you as you walked back to the Mercedes hospitality together. Lewis’s coat swallowed you whole, the jacket too long and too big on him so it basically covered all of you. 

It was late in the afternoon when you got back to the hotel, Lewis driving the two of you back. 

Once again, you were wearing his coat because you left your sweater in your room that morning. The driver walks you to your door, you give him back his coat. “Thank you.” you smile as you hand it back to him. 

“No worries, sweetheart.” Lewis rests a hand on your arm, “sleep well.” 

“You too,” you step into your room and shut the door. You were exhausted, quali was washed out by the rain, the media in a frenzy about the starting grid. 

Lewis didn’t bother changing before press today, his racesuit hanging off his hips as he spoke to the reporters. His black fireproofs clinging to his body. The image engraved in your mind as you dropped yourself on your bed, you stretch and relax into the mattress. 

You just needed to relax for a bit before doing some work for tomorrow. 

Your white shirt smelled like Lewis’s cologne; strong and manly. Your head was swirling, next thing you know, your hands are between your legs. 

The phone on the bed was unlocked, you didn’t even realize with all the shifting, you had accidentally called someone.  

Lewis was confused when your name popped up on the screen, he sits on his bed before he answers. “Y/n?” he asks, the line was quiet. Lewis calls you name again before he realizes what had happened. 

You called him by accident. 

Just as he was about to hang up, he heard a faintest moan. Surely he heard wrong. 

There’s no way you’re - “Lew,” you breath, your voice light and airy.

You were touching yourself.. on the phone with him... to the thought of him? 

No, his ears were deceiving him. There’s no way in hell he’s hearing right. 

“Lew - oh, like that.” You mumble, your back arching slightly, the knot in your stomach tightening. 

Lewis sat quietly on the other end of the line - it was wrong to listen but he couldn't pull himself away. 

To hear his name fall from your lips like that was like heaven on earth. 

The sound slipping past your lips was angelic, his cock twitches just at the sound. He can’t help but think what you would feel like wrapped around him.

You were laying there, catching your breath when you heard him call your name. Your blood run cold, unsure if your mind is playing a trick on you. 

“Y/n,” you hear again, you flip the phone that was tossed on the bed over. Lewis’ name on screen, 12 minutes into the call. 

“Lewis, I'm so sorry. I didn’t mean to call you, I hope you don’t think I'm-” “Sweetheart, I’m coming over.” He cuts you off and you sit up, confused. 

“What ?” You ask him. You can hear the shuffling on his side. “You can’t think I would listen to all of that and not fuck you afterwards.” Lewis tells you, walking down the hallway to your room. 

Before you could protest, there’s a knock on your door.

“Open the door,” he tells you over the phone, waiting for you to come and do it. 

[thatbritishactor]

as CEO of the “billy russo brainrot” fan club, I’d like you to take a moment and imagine what it would be like to be watching a movie or tv show with Billy and him getting insanely jealous because you make one off handed comment about finding the actor hot and so he’s forced to remind you that he’s the only one you should have eyes for 😮‍💨🤤 thanks for coming to my TED talk 😘- @blissfullybarnes

OMG, CEO of the billy russo brainrot fanclub LMAO love this. Are you the CEO? or am I? explain this to me, i’m dumb.

Also I love this request, AND it’s basically my life with my boyfriend, cause every time we watch a movie with Ben in it, he usually tells me “I can smell your pussy from here”, (he’s petty about it). So i didn’t have to go very far to find inspiration!

“Jealous”

Billy Russo x Reader

Warning: 18+, implied SMUT, swearing

Words: 1068.

You've been trying to convince Billy to watch Dune for weeks now. You missed it while it was out in theaters, and you've been pestering him with it ever since it came out in VOD. Billy finds it hard to focus on a movie, and the ones he likes aren't exactly your cup of tea. He's a fan of action movies, blockbusters you find boring. You're a sucker for science fiction and fantasy.

"Pretty please?" You beg him, making your best puppy eyes at him. He rolls his eyes, settling back on the couch.

"Alright but I get to pick the next movie we watch "

You grin victoriously and click on the movie on the VOD service. Billy mumbles under his breath, and you settle on the couch, snuggling against him. You fold your legs under you, and rest your head on his chest, a hand resting on his stomach. You can feel his heart steadily beating, and the comforting smell of his cologne. You absentmindedly play with the ends of his grey sweater, and he slides an arm around your shoulders, bringing you closer to him. He places a gentle kiss on your head, and you smile. You hear him sigh when the movie begins, with the ominous voices and the words appearing on the screen “Dreams are messages from the deep.”

“Is this going to be some kind of philosophical movie?” he complains, and you gently slap his chest.

“Give it a chance” you scold him, and he squeezes you closer to him. You glance up and find him smirking, and you can tell that he’s gonna be pissy just to mess with you.

You find the movie beautiful. The music transports you, the sets are incredible, and the costumes are beautiful. Billy shuts up when the Fremen are shown, and you can tell that he enjoys the fact that they’re warriors. You briefly wonder if the planet Dune will remind him of his time in the middle east, when the movie introduces you to the character of Duke Leto, played by Oscar Isaac. You suck in a breath when you see him, finding him immediately attractive. Something about the gray hair, the thick beard and the dark eyes does something to you. You eye him appreciatively, smiling to yourself.

“What is it?” Billy asks, and you nod against his chest.

“Nothing” you lie. You’ve been through this before: every time you find an actor attractive, Billy throws a tantrum. You briefly think to yourself that Thimothée Chalamet is easy on the eyes too, quickly dismissing the thought.

The movie keeps going, and when a scene comes up with the Duke talking to Paul about their duties, both standing on a cliff, wearing dark coats, you inadvertently let a dreamy sigh out.

“Okay, what is it?” Billy snaps, and he grabs the remote to put the movie on pause.

“Nothing” you blurt out, and Billy straightens on the couch, releasing you and forcing you to meet his eyes. “I can hear you sighing like a schoolgirl here, tell me who does it for you like that.”

You lower your eyes, feeling ashamed, and Billy places a hand beneath your chin and gently angles your face, so you look up. You meet his obsidian irises and feel a bit warmer.

“Is it the boy of his dad?” he asks, and you can spot a fickle of anger in his dark gaze. Your stomach flips because angry Billy makes you feel all kinds of things.

“His dad” you admit, and you can’t help but crack a guilty smile.

“Fuckin’ knew it” he grits “It’s this Oscar dude, you were the same when we watched that boring musician movie”

“Billy!” You try and grab his shoulder, but he jerks your hands away.

“What is it about him?” he asks.

“Billy, I can’t believe that you’re jealous of an actor I’ll never meet” you try and argue with him, but you can tell that it’s only aggravating him.

“I’m not jealous” he protests; you scoff.

“Then what is it?”

Billy looks back at you. “I just don’t like that you find another man attractive, isn’t that normal?”

Now he makes more sense. You try and get closer to him, to grab his hand, but he turns away from you. Oh, he’s gonna be difficult about it.

“Billy, I don’t find him that attractive” you argue “You’re way hotter than him, and you’re real.”

“Then why are you thirsting like that?”

You giggle. “Because, I don’t know, I guess I like the character? Besides, you look a lot alike. Maybe I can picture what you’re gonna look like when you get older? With the gray hair and everything? It’s kinda turning me on” you shrug. Billy’s head jerks to the side, and he locks eyes with you.

“Is it the daddy vibe?” he asks, and something about his voice makes you quiver. It’s smooth, controlled, but you can spot a hint of anger beneath it all.

“What?” you ask dumbly, and something shifts in Billy’s demeanor. He keeps staring at you, his dark eyes fixed on your face, and he slowly moves, sliding a hand on your thigh.

“Are you picturing this guy when you pleasure yourself?” his voice is cold and commanding, and your heartbeat accelerates.

“N… no” you stammer, and Billy’s hand travels from your thigh to your belly, then your breasts sliding under your shirt.

“No? You’re not being a little slut in your fantasies?” You feel yourself getting wet with his words, and your breath shudders a bit when he kneels in front of you, spreading your legs apart.

“Billy, what are you…” you ask, but he shuts you up, removing your shorts in a harsh move, and tossing them to the side.

“Is this for me?” he asks, commenting on your wetness, his eyes not leaving yours, sliding a hand under your panties, and slowly circling your clit.

You moan, feeling his thumb caress your folds, and you place your hands on his shoulders.

“Y…yes”

“Yes, who?”

“Yes, Billy.”

“That’s right.” He says, and he clenches his jaw, the muscle jumping. “You’re mine” he adds, the words ominous and final.

He slides your panties off and buries his face between your legs, making you squeal. You grab his hair, moaning loudly, all thoughts of Oscar Isaac gone, Billy’s tongue making you forget your own name.

[ghostdrinkssoup]

hello I’m here again with my hannibal notes/reactions (s1 ep10) except it’s just the silly goofy ones 🫶

nothing good ever happens in an isolated cabin at night

wolf imagery 😳😳 okay then

canary imagery 😳😳 OKAY THEN

NOTHING GOOD EVER HAPPENS IN THE ATTIC

WILL SOUNDS LIKE HE’S ABOUT TO LOSE IT SAME KING

the real question is why is will gutting a fish right on his tabletop without a chopping board. or even wiping down the surfaces first. mans lives with dogs that’s so unhygienic. freak

jack should’ve forcibly removed will the moment he started showing signs of distress 😭 shit dude

“I just got disoriented, I can go back in” baby boy you were covered in blood like two minutes ago calm down

“you don’t think of yourself as the killer” jack what do you think empathising is he literally puts himself into someone else’s shoes 😭

the more distressed he is the more babygirl he looks what’s up with that

will’s dialogue is SOOO edgy like I know he’s in distress but also I’m giggling “as if I were 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 a ＳＴＲＡＮＧＥＲ…” LMAO ily strange man

“and how it affects you 👀😏😮‍💨”

“you need to accept that what you’re struggling with *dramatic pause* is mental illness” I’M SORRY I LAUGHED OFC YOU’RE MENTALLY ILL WILL LMAOOOO

dw will we’re alllll mentally ill around here

not hannibal taking will to the doctors like he’s his husband 😭 hannibal doesn’t need to be there, he could’ve just recommended the doctor and sent a referral but noooo he’s there next to him. two seconds away from reaching out to hold will’s hand and stroke his knuckles with him thumb or some shit

hannibal and the doctor are giving each other the “it’s the mental illness innit?” look

NOT HANNIBAL BEING LIKE OH YA I ALREADY KNOW WHAT’S UP I SMELLED IT LMAOOOOO 🤭

he’s so silly goofy and evil </333

“it has heat, a fevered sweetness” why would u say it like that </33 ah yeah will? my platonic bestie and patient? he has a fevered sweetness to him

even the doctor is like wtf ??? 😭

they need to stop studying will like a bug </333

will is like my empath powers are going stupid crazy nuts bro

“the symptoms are only going to get worse” “I know… it’s unfortunate for will 😊” HANNIBAL IS SAUR SICK LIKE I SQUEAKED OUT LOUD WHY IS IT FUNNY AND UPSETTING AT THE SAME TIME

the doctor is like wtf ??? 😭 part 2 electric boogaloo

“what do you smell on me?” “opportunity :D” WHY WAS THAT SO FRIGHTENING SIR SIT UR ASS DOWN U CREEP *sprays his face with a squirt bottle*

NOT THE SMILE WILL IS SO CREEPY

THIS SHOW IS SO TWISTY

NOT WILL COMING CLOSER AND BEV STEPPING BACK LIKE DW QUEEN I’D BE NERVOUS TOO

he is so babygirl in that sweater wtf

“I feel like I’m seeing a ghost” ME???

“just do me a favour and publish it posthumously” “after your death or mine?” why was this romantic am I insane

will is like oh shit she’s just like me fr why are all these killers just like me ??

someone get will OUTTTT

SO TRUE JACK TAKE RESPONSIBILITY

DON’T LISTEN TO WILL HE’S IN A SILLY GOOFY MOOD

everyone needs to stop gaslighting will fr but also will needs to stop gaslighting everyone too LMAOOO

jack and will’s whole relationship is gaslight on gaslight violence

“I am bedrock!” minecraft ??? sorry NNBDHHD

hannibal and sutcliffe totally slept together at one point I’m calling it now true and real

SUTCLIFFE DID NOT JUST CALL WILL A PIG

sutcliffe is totally thinking there’s something else going on between them he’s sitting there like you know what my sense of smell ain’t half bad either because it definitely smells fruity in here

“will is my friend” THE WAY HE SAYS IT FUCKKK

hannibal you’re so STUPID

he’s so self-unaware,,, seek help 💖🚩

hannibal is like one of those boys who fail to flirt with their crush by passing notes under the table saying they’re ugly and should get out of his school </333

WILL IS ON THE LOOSE

rip sutcliffe </33 shouldn’t have called will a pig to hannibal’s face

“I have a habit of collecting strays” *sobs*

[andysbubba]

around your neck

just a little thot because my man kinda suggested this blood necklace thing 😮‍💨

and ransom seems like a perfect candidate ;)

an | BLOOD because blood necklace. possessiveness. sorta "im yours and you're mine". not really smut, just like making out yanno'. ++ i put a pic of my bf's necklace at the end if u wanna see

just don't read this if blood necklaces aren't your thing.

𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲'𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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you weren't expecting a text from ransom in the middle of a Monday afternoon while you were both working. but nothing could've prepared you for what's coming.

ran: wanna wear my blood around your neck?

and he proceeds to send you a screenshot of a blood necklace kit from Etsy.

y/n: fuck

ran: taking that as a yes. see you tonight, kitten.

he knows what he's doing. sorta using your words against you. he usually wears a chain around his neck and there's a pendant with your initials. you told him that its pretty hot seeing it around his neck- it's like you're marking your claim on him.

he wasn't even looking for that damn kit. he was looking for a normal, simple, diamond necklace with his initials on it for you to wear. but the kit popped up on his suggestions and ransom cannot get the image out of his head- you wearing his blood around your neck everywhere you go. and as much as he likes his current necklace, he kinda wants to wear you around him too.

the package reaches in like 3 days and ransom got so riled up he instantly made you sit on the couch while he unpacks the syringes and the vials. except, he did not tell you that you were supposed to draw your own blood too. that fucking asshole. your fingers dug into his sweater covered bicep while he pokes the syringe into your arm and ransom winced at how hard you're gripping onto him.

but the outcome? it was worth it. he won't admit it but he's a little turned on with how that vial looks so fucking good around your neck, resting in the middle of your chest and between your collarbones. sure, his hand around your neck's a nice necklace too, but this blood mess? he's riled up because it really means you're his.

and his new necklace. ransom couldn't stop staring at it whenever he's looking at his reflection in the mirror. wearing your initials was one, but your blood? it makes him feel owned and he fucking loves it.

but he doesn't know if you're affected by it as much as he is. so why not put it to a test, right?

and oh- you're definitely affected by the necklace.

you're pressing up against him as soon as you're both back home, your palm pushing him against the wall before he can even take off his jacket.

"you forgot that you're mine or somethin'?" you almost growl at him and ransom was so close to grinning his ass off. you take the vial he's wearing between your fingers, tugging at it and his necklace so he's pulled towards you. "wearing my blood isn't enough for ya or you just need me to warm your cock everywhere you go just to remind you that you're mine?"

he groans at your words, instantly pulling you down and he hastily presses his lips against yours and he flips both of you around so you're pressed against the wall. he shoves his tongue into your mouth and ransom lets his hand rests around your throat, feeling the vial sitting under his thumb and his fingers pressed around your throat.

"so fuckin' hot when you get all possessive." he grunts, hand tightly holding your waist and his breath fanning against your face. "but you should've known better, huh? there's nothin' else i want more than you, kitten. everyone can eat shit but you're stayin' with me for good."

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phewwwww okay but uhm ransom– sir. pls take my blood allllll you want 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

hope yall liked this little thot! and tell me what u think abt this lmao 😭

not tagging my usual taglist for this one :)

– haney