#great this gonna stay in my head for days...

[afterheese]

With you, always - Park Jong-seong x F!Reader

“So…” Jay’s voice cut through the stillness. “Are you gonna tell me the real reason you’re leaving?” Your fingers froze mid-scroll. You didn’t look up. “What do you mean?” you asked, playing dumb, your voice stiff around the edges.

content warnings - dark!jay, noncon, workplace harassment, boundary crossing, unsettling behavior, slow escalation of discomfort, daddy kink (its jay it fits), hair pulling, degradation, creampie, breeding kink, lots of dirty talk and physical violence.

word count - 4.7k

this was requested

One more day. Just one more miserable day until you could finally leave this godforsaken job.

You were so happy when you got it. You worked so hard to make the perfect impression, nailed every question in the interview, and walked out beaming. You thought you’d made it. Thought you’d found a place where you could grow. But month by month, your excitement withered. Not because of the work. Not because of the hours.

Because of Park Jong-seong.

At the beginning, it was nothing. Harmless. Innocent, even. He brushed past you in the hallway, too close but not close enough to call out. A hand on your waist to maneuver around you in the copy room, just a little too familiar but still, you told yourself, maybe that’s just how people are here. Then it got... weird.

You’d just landed a massive client, one the team had been chasing for months. There was a celebration, naturally. Drinks after work. A cozy bar with loud music and coworkers packed into a sticky leather booth.

He sat across from you. Too many beers in, his tie loose, his eyes heavy-lidded and fixed on you like you were the only one in the room. At first, the questions were fine. He asked about your family. Your pets. Your weekend plans.  Then his voice dropped, soft but sharp enough to slice through the music. “So, how’s your sex life?”

You laughed. Reflex, not amusement. You glanced around the table for someone to back you up. But no one did. They just kept sipping their drinks, scrolling their phones, as if he’d asked about the weather. The silence stretched, and you could feel the peer pressure pressing in, trapping you. If you pushed back, you’d be the one who "couldn’t take a joke." The one who "made it weird." So you lied. Smiled like it didn’t bother you. “It’s great.” 

His head tilted, and something cold flickered behind his eyes. “Oh? I wouldn’t have guessed that.” The way he said it, made you feel icky. After that, the air felt wrong. The room felt smaller. The music, distant. You stood, grabbing your bag with a shaky laugh. “I’m heading out. See you guys Monday.”

You could feel his gaze drilling into your back as you slipped out of the bar. On the walk home, the streetlights buzzed and the night air felt too tight around you. The city, usually familiar, suddenly seemed like a maze you couldn’t quite escape. That was weird, you told yourself. Just weird.

But your skin prickled the whole way home.

“Hey, can you come to my office?”

You heard your name snap from somewhere behind you, sharp and clipped. You’d barely set your coffee on your desk before you were already moving toward Jay’s office, heart ticking a little faster for reasons you couldn’t explain. “Good morning,” you offered as you stepped inside.

“Close the door.” He didn’t even look up. His eyes stayed pinned to the stack of papers in front of him, his pen tapping in a slow, deliberate rhythm. “Sure,” you murmured, easing the door shut with a soft click. Without preamble, he handed you a document. 

“What are these?” You took it, skimming the bold header. It was the contract you’d finalized late last night, the one you’d sent over right before you left. “Oh, this is the Mr. Kim contract,” you said, handing it back. His eyes finally lifted, peering at you over the top of his glasses. “Did you proofread it before sending it to me?”

You straightened under his stare. “I did, sir.” His mouth twitched, not quite a smile, not quite a sneer. “Clearly, you didn’t. There are typos. Lots of them. You’re lucky I caught it before it went into the database.” He slid the contract into a folder with slow, deliberate movements and shoved it back into your hands. “Fix this. I want it back by the end of the day.”

“Yes, sir.” You left the office feeling smaller than when you’d entered. And from that day forward, it was as if something shifted. Jay made you feel less like a colleague and more like his personal assistant. No it was less than that. Like you were a fly he was tolerating until he could find the right moment to swat you away.

He dismissed your ideas in meetings with a wave of his hand. He talked over you, corrected you mid sentence, made a spectacle of pointing out even the smallest errors. And when he found one, he didn’t whisper about it in private. No he called you out in front of the entire office, his voice loud, his words sharp, carving you down to size in real time. 

So you adapted. You started triple-checking your work. Then quadruple-checking. Every email, every decimal, every line. You combed through them like your job depended on it because now, it did.

And that’s when you knew something was wrong. The next day, he made a scene over a report you’d scoured the night before. You’d reviewed it meticulously, certain it was flawless. But somehow, he found an error. A glaring one.

You couldn’t understand it. You’d checked it. You knew you had. And yet he stood there, brandishing the page like evidence, his voice cutting through the office like a blade. It didn’t make sense. Unless…. someone else was tampering with your work. Unless he was. 

It scared you. Not just the humiliation. Not just the constant belittling or the sting of his words in front of the entire office. No but what terrified you was that you couldn’t figure out why. Why would Jay do this? Why you? There was no reason. You combed through every interaction, every possible slight, but you found nothing. No trigger. No explanation.

It made it worse, not knowing. After months of verbal abuse, of being treated like shit, you came to the only conclusion that made sense. You couldn’t fight it. You couldn’t fix it. So you quit. You didn’t hand your resignation to Jay. You went over his head, straight to his boss.

“So sad to see you go,” Mr. Lee said as he scribbled his signature at the bottom of your resignation letter. He barely glanced at it, like this happened all the time. “If you need a recommendation, I’d be happy to write one for an employee like you.” Your chest eased, just a little. “Thank you, Mr. Lee.” He smiled. “You’re welcome.” You walked out of his office feeling lighter, like you’d finally cracked a window in a suffocating room. You were free. Until you saw Jay.

He stood in his office doorway, staring at you. His expression unreadable. You dropped your gaze, ducking your head, and slipped past him to your desk. One more day. Just one more day. And then you’d never have to see him again.

You buried yourself in your work, the clock spinning faster than you realized. By the time you looked up, it was nearly 8 p.m. “Shit,” you muttered, stretching back in your chair until your spine cracked in protest. You hit save, deciding to finish the rest in the morning. Computer off. Desk lamp off. Jacket on. Bag over your shoulder. You moved on autopilot, too tired to think, your focus already on tomorrow, the final day.

The elevator pinged as you pressed the button. You stepped inside, thumb hovering over the ‘Close Door’ button, eager to leave. The doors began to slide shut. Then a hand shot between them. You flinched, a sharp inhale snagging in your throat.

You let out a weak laugh as the doors reopened. Just the nerves. The laugh died in your chest when you saw him. Jay. He stepped into the elevator, nodding at you once, silent. You didn’t say a word. You just stared at the glowing floor numbers, silently begging the elevator to close faster.

The doors slid shut. The descent began. And you were trapped. Alone. With him.

“I heard you quit.” Jay’s voice fractured the silence, low and flat, echoing off the metal walls of the elevator. Your eyes shot wide, but you kept them forward, pinned to the glowing floor numbers. You didn’t trust yourself to look at him. “Yeah,” you said, quick, almost too quick. “Why?” He asked.

“I got a new job.” The lie slipped out, smooth and practiced. You didn’t even know where you’d go after this, but anything was better than staying here. “You did?” His surprise didn’t sound faked. “Yeah,” you repeated, sharper this time, hoping the conversation would die there.

And for a moment, it did. The elevator hummed softly as the floors ticked down. Almost to the parking garage. Almost out. Then— A jolt. The elevator shuddered violently, pitching you to the side as the lights blinked out. Total darkness. You caught your breath, heart hammering. Seconds later, the emergency lights flickered on, washing the space in pale yellow.

“Damn it,” Jay muttered, slamming his palm against the panel. “What—what just happened?” You tried to keep your voice steady, but the crack in it gave you away. “Looks like it’s stuck.” He jabbed at the buttons, but nothing happened. No movement. No sound. You stepped forward, pressing the call button, but it buzzed weakly, then died.

Jay sighed, dragging a hand through his hair. “And we’re the only ones left in the building.” You swallowed. The weight of that landed hard in your chest. “So…it’ll be a while before someone comes to fix it?” He nodded, almost too calm. “Yeah. Could be hours.”

You stared at the elevator doors, cold creeping up your spine, wishing more than anything that they’d just open. Wishing you weren’t trapped. Wishing you weren’t trapped with him.

You stared down at your phone, pretending to doom scroll, desperate to distract yourself from the crushing silence. From him. From this boxed-in nightmare. The glow of the screen steadied your breathing. Made you feel less trapped. “So…” Jay’s voice cut through the stillness. “Are you gonna tell me the real reason you’re leaving?” Your fingers froze mid-scroll. You didn’t look up. “What do you mean?” you asked, playing dumb, your voice stiff around the edges.

“I mean—” You finally looked at him, and that was your mistake. He was already moving toward you. He didn’t stop until he was inches away. One hand came up, pressing flat against the wall beside your head, boxing you in. He leaned in, his face so close you could feel the heat of his breath.

His eyes locked on yours, steady. “I know you didn’t get a new job.” Your throat tightened. “How would you know that?” you managed, forcing the words out. His mouth quirked, like he was enjoying this. “You have this tell when you lie. Your nose scrunches up, just a little.” Your stomach flipped. “What?!”

Your voice cracked, too loud in the small metal box, but Jay didn’t flinch. He just kept looking at you like he could see straight through your skin. Like he’d been watching you much more closely than you ever realized.

“Jay, can you back up?” you said, your voice strained, trying to wedge space between you. “Why?” His lips curved into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “Do I make you nervous?” His face dipped closer, his breath hot against your lips. Too close, way too close. Without thinking, you shoved him hard in the chest.

He stumbled back a step but instead of getting angry, he laughed. It echoed through the metal box like it had nowhere else to go. “I always knew you were a stupid little bitch,” he spat, the venom in his voice hitting harder than his usual taunts. Jay had called you stupid before. Had called you incompetent. Had called you worthless. But he’d never called you a bitch. Never crossed that line.

“God, Jay. You’re such a miserable jerk,” you snapped, spinning away from him, trying to put distance between his words and your skin. “Someone should teach you some fucking manners.” If he wanted a fight, fine. You’d give him one. “No,” you hissed, turning back to him. “Someone should slap the fuck out of your dumbass.”

You barely finished the sentence before his hand was around your throat. It happened so fast you didn’t have time to process it one second you were talking, the next your back slammed into the cold elevator wall with a bone-rattling bang.

Your toes barely scraped the floor. His grip was iron, crushing, your nails clawing at his wrist as your eyes went wide, panic detonating in your chest. “Jay—” you choked out, but the man in front of you didn’t look like Jay anymore.

His face was tight, cold, unfamiliar. It wasn't the same person who used to taunt you in the hall, who used to lean over your desk with a smirk. His eyes were empty. Unrecognizable.

Your nails dug into his skin, clawing hard, desperate to pry him off you. His grip didn’t loosen. If anything, it tightened, his thumb pressing hard enough to send lightning bolts of pressure shooting through your skull.

Your heartbeat thundered in your ears, drowning out the sputtering hum of the trapped elevator. Your legs kicked out, searching for ground, for balance, for anything. You scraped the toe of your shoe against his shin, a useless attempt to knock him off, but he didn’t flinch.

“Jay—” your voice came out broken, barely a whisper. “Let me go—” His stare was ice. Unblinking. Like he wasn’t even hearing you. Or maybe he was. Maybe that was the point. You swung your bag at him, a desperate move. It smacked against his ribs, and something flickered in his expression not pain, but annoyance.

“Shut up,” he muttered, pressing you harder into the wall. “You think you can just walk away? You think you can just leave?” His other hand came up, grabbing your chin, forcing your face toward his. “Say it again,” he hissed. “Say you’re leaving.”

Your throat burned under his crushing grip. Your vision blurred at the edges, a creeping darkness trying to pull you under. But you weren’t going out like this. You twisted, wrenching your arm free enough to drive your elbow into his side, sharp and hard. He grunted, and you felt his grip falter just enough for you to yank your head forward and slam it into his.

The crack of bone against bone echoed in the small metal box. Jay stumbled back, cursing, one hand clutching his forehead. You gasped, clutching your throat, gulping air like you were drowning.

Your body burned but adrenaline shoved you forward. You rammed your shoulder into him, sending him crashing into the opposite wall. “Don’t. Touch. Me.” Your voice shredded through the silence, raw and shaking, but you meant every word.

Jay wiped a smear of blood from his eyebrow, his breathing ragged, but his smile came back twisted. “Feisty,” he muttered, his gaze still pinned to you. “This is gonna be fun.”

You launched yourself at him again, swinging wildly, your fists catching his shoulder, his ribs, his arm anywhere you could reach. You were fast, but he was faster. Stronger. Jay caught your wrist mid-swing and twisted hard. You screamed, pain flashing white-hot up your arm. Before you could wrench free, he yanked you forward, spinning you so your back slammed against his chest.

His arm snaked across your collarbone, locking you in place, his forearm pressing tight just under your throat. His other hand pinned your arm behind your back in a brutal hold. You thrashed, kicked, shoved your weight backward, but it only tightened his grip, his body solid against yours. Your breathing came in ragged gasps, his breath hot and steady against your ear.

“Calm down,” he growled, his lips brushing your skin. “You’re not going anywhere.” Your heart hammered so hard it felt like it would punch through your ribcage. You dug your nails into his arm, twisting, clawing, but he didn’t even flinch.

“Stop fighting me,” he whispered, his voice calm now, almost gentle but the steel in his grip betrayed the lie. “You made this so much harder than it had to be.” You threw your head back, trying to catch him in the face, but he jerked his head just out of reach. “Still fighting?” His grip tightened across your chest, cutting off your air just enough to make your head spin. “You can’t win this fight babe.”

You let out a strangled gasp, your free hand slamming against the elevator wall, searching blindly for anything emergency buttons, loose panels, anything. “You know what your problem is?” he whispered, his voice a soft pulse against your ear. “You thought you could just leave me.”

His hand slid from your pinned wrist up to your face, his fingers pressing against your jaw, forcing your head to the side, forcing you to look at the dark reflection in the elevator’s metal wall. “Look at us,” he breathed. “Just look.” Your own wide, panicked eyes stared back at you. His face hovered over your shoulder, his smile sharp and dangerous.

His palm pressed over your lips, firm and suffocating, his fingers curling around your cheek. That was his mistake. You bit down. Hard. Your teeth sank into the soft flesh between his thumb and index finger, tearing through skin until you tasted metal the blood blooming hot and bitter on your tongue.

Jay roared, jerking his hand back, but you didn’t let go until he ripped it free. “You little—” Before you could twist away, his other arm banded across your chest, yanking you backward. His palm slammed against the back of your head, and he drove you forward hard into the elevator wall.

Your forehead cracked against the cold steel with a dull, sickening thud. The impact rattled your vision, white sparks flashing behind your eyes. Your knees buckled, but his grip didn’t let you fall. “Fucking bitch,” he snarled, his breath seething against your ear, his free hand shaking with rage as he cradled his bleeding palm. “You just don’t learn, do you?”

Your pulse screamed in your ears. Your head throbbed, the sharp ache spreading down your spine, but somewhere beneath the panic, beneath the dizziness, the fight still burned. Your nails dug into his arm again, scrabbling for leverage, for space, for something you could use to shift this back in your favor.

You tried pushing back at him, but he was so strong. He held you there. “Stop fighting, baby,” he murmured against your ear, voice low and edged with warning. “You’re only making it harder for yourself.” You shoved against him one more time, desperation clawing its way up your throat until you heard him groan.

That’s when you realized. Something hard was pressing against your lower back. Your lungs forgot how to work. Your body went rigid. That’s when you realized why he was doing all of this. “Jay, please…” your voice broke. “L-Let me go. I won’t tell anyone. I-I’ll quit. I’ll pretend none of this happened.”

His laugh was sharp, guttural, and anything but kind.  “The reason this is happening,” he whispered, his nose buried in your hair, “is because you tried to leave me.” The instinct to retreat fired through you. “I can’t let that happen,” he said, voice flat and final. “Hands on the wall.”

“Jay, please…” “I said—hands. On. The. Wall.” His hand wrapped around your wrist, and with one violent jerk, he slammed them against the cold steel. “If you want this to hurt more than it has to,” he breathed against your neck, “go ahead. Keep fighting but if you want to be a good girl…” his grip tightened, “then listen.”

Right now, that was the only choice you had.

You could feel his hands sliding up your legs, slow and deliberate. The cold metal of the elevator behind you was nothing compared to the chill crawling up your spine. You regretted wearing a skirt today.

Tears slid down your cheeks, silent and hot. He didn’t try to be gentle not even for a second. His fingers curled into the fabric of your skirt and shoved it up roughly, exposing you to the stale, flickering light above. Then came the sharp tug. He yanked your panties down in one swift, brutal motion.

“Step out of them,” he said, voice low and unwavering. Your eyes dropped. You stepped out of the crumpled fabric, your legs trembling. He picked them up, turning them over once in his hand like they were something delicate.

You didn’t want to know what he was going to do with them. 

Jay's eyes flicked from your trembling legs to the panties in his hand. He let out a dark, humorless laugh before stuffing the fabric into his back pocket. “You really shouldn’t have worn something so easy to tear off, baby,” he said, stepping closer. “It’s like you wanted me to ruin you.”

His hand came up rough, practiced fingers threading through your hair. And then he yanked you head back. You gasped, your neck bending back as he forced your gaze up.

“Look at you,” Jay growled, his grip unrelenting. “You don’t get to cry and act like a scared little bitch.” He shoved you hard against the elevator wall. The metal was cold, the corners biting into your chest, but you barely noticed through the adrenaline flooding your veins.

You opened your mouth to speak to beg but he silenced you with his arm wrapped around your throat, pressing just enough to steal control. “Quiet,” he snapped. “You’ve already said too much tonight.” You whimpered, but he didn’t care. His arm left your neck only to push your skirt higher, exposing everything every trembling inch of skin you wished you could hide.

Then you felt him. Hot, thick and hard against the inside of your thigh. “You feel that?” he hissed into your ear. “That’s what happens when you try to leave me.” He didn’t wait for a response. He didn’t need one. His hand dropped between your legs, rough fingers sliding against your folds just long enough to feel how wet you already were.

Jay chuckled. “Filthy little slut. You like being treated like this, don’t you?” You shook your head, but your body betrayed you. “Liar,” he growled. “Fucking liar.” Then he grabbed your hips, and with one thrust, he slammed into you.

You cried out, nails scraping uselessly at the wall. He didn’t slow down. Not for a second. “God, this tight little cunt was made for me,” he groaned against your ear. “Say it. Say it belongs to Daddy.” You tried to speak, but he pulled your hair back so sharply that all you could do was scream.

“Say it!”

“Yours—Daddy—yours!”

“Damn right it is,” he snarled. “You’re mine now. Every inch of you.”

He drove into you again and again, brutal and relentless. His grip on your hair never loosened. His hips pounded into you with vicious rhythm, every slap of skin echoing in the silent metal box like a punishment. “You’ll never leave me,” he growled. “No one’s going to save you. You’re Daddy’s now.”

The elevator groans, a metallic whine of protest, as he fucks you harder, fingers digging into your hips hard enough to bruise. The walls are too close, the air too thick, and the flickering overhead light casts jagged shadows across his face sharp enough to cut. You whimper, nails scraping against the stainless steel in front of you, but there’s nowhere to go. Nowhere to run. His breath is hot against the back of your neck, mocking, as your body betrays you, trembling toward a climax you don’t want but can’t stop.

"That’s it," he murmurs, voice low, almost amused. "Let go." You choke back a sob as it hits you, wave after wave of unwanted pleasure, your knees buckling. But before you can even catch your breath, his grip tightens, yanking you back into the present. "Oh, kitten," he purrs, lips brushing your ear. "You didn’t really think it was gonna stop there, did you?" A cruel laugh, dark as the elevator shaft beneath you. "You still haven’t made me cum."

Your stomach drops. The realization hits like a punch. "Believe me," he continues, fingers tracing the back of your thighs, "you are not leaving this elevator until you’ve made me cum like the good little slut I know you are."

A beat of silence. The hum of dead machinery. The drip of sweat down your spine. "Turn around." Your body moves before your mind can refuse. "Face me." The command is a blade pressed to your throat. You obey. "Lemme lift your legs up." His hands are already on you, hoisting you like you weigh nothing, pressing you against the cold metal. "Wrap your legs around me."

A hesitation just a fraction of a second and his voice drops, dangerous. "I said wrap your legs around me." You do. His hand digs into the soft flesh of your thighs, fingers pressing hard enough to leave bruises. His mouth moves against your skin, whispering filth, promises, threats words that slither into your ears and coil tight in your stomach. You turn your face away, refusing to look, refusing to see what he’s doing to you.

"Now look at me." The slap cracks sharp in the confined space. Your head snaps to the side, the sting blooming hot. "Open your eyes." Another slap. Your vision blurs. "I said fucking look at me.” You listen.

"Good girl." His voice gentles, a velvet stroke over raw nerves. "Oh, look at you, kitten. So beautiful and bruised. All marked up from my hands." His thumb traces the ache along your jaw. "You know I love you, don’t you?”

A kiss, slow and possessive. Your lips taste like salt, like tears. "Even when you make me angry," he murmurs, "even when you make me hurt you... I still want you." The elevator groans around you, a mechanical sigh, but you don’t notice. All you feel is him the relentless drag of his body against yours, the way he steals your breath and replaces it with his.

"Fuck, you feel so good." His groan is low, rough, vibrating through your bones. Your fingers scrabble against the cold metal wall. There’s nowhere to go. "You’re mine now, kitten." His teeth graze your throat. "Don’t you ever fucking forget it. Your smiles, your cries ah—they all belong to me."

The elevator lurches. A flicker of light. He doesn’t stop. "I’m not letting you go." A promise or a threat. "Ever."

His grip bites into your thighs, pulling you hard against him as his hips stutter. You feel it the tremble in his thighs, the ragged break in his breathing. He’s close.

“Jay, don’t—” Your voice cracks, the panic sharp. Jay doesn’t stop. His fingers dig in harder, a low laugh slipping against your ear, velvet-wrapped malice. “Not inside me. Please.” He leans in, lips grazing your throat. “Think you’d make a great mom,” he breathes, dark, sticky, dangerous. “Let’s make it happen.”

The words freeze you. Ice creeps under your skin. “No.” You twist, you fight, the panic swelling in your chest. You shove at his arms, but his grip tightens, unrelenting. His hand fists in your hair, pulling your head back until your throat is bare. The elevator groans under the slam of your back against the wall. 

“None of that now,” he whispers, his voice a blade dragged across skin. “I told you. I’m gonna put a baby in you.” His hips jerk against you, desperate, claiming. “Then you’ll never get rid of me.”

“Jay, please—” Your breath shatters. You’re trembling, from fear and the spiraling chaos of it all. “Want to quit? Too late, sweetheart.” His teeth scrape your neck, a violent tenderness.  His groan breaks loose, hot and breathless. “Fuck—I’m gonna cum.”

“Jay—noo—” Your scream bounces off the elevator walls. His hips stutter, and you feel it. A claim that leaves something inside you that you can’t shake loose.

The elevator doors open with a soft hum swallowed by the silence. Jay kisses your throat, slow, almost tender now, his whisper sliding like a noose around your neck. “Now you can never leave me.”

You don’t speak, you don’t move. There’s nothing left inside you.

You can never get rid of him.

[bigmacari]

Could you do a Mateo x fem reader? Just a fluff cuddle session!

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Mateo Manta x Fem Reader

☆ You two cuddle up after a long day of taking care of the inaminals.

☆Warning(s) None

☆Author Note(s) Sorry if this is out of character. I have played through Mateo's story, I just kind of...forgot it? 😭 I hope you enjoy <3

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☆ You sighed, falling onto the living room couch, running a tired hand through your hair.

Today had been particularly harsh, leaving both you and Mateo to be incredibly exhausted and honestly? Kinda sore. It had been the inanimals grooming day, and like the lovely girlfriend you were, you decided to help Mateo. Little did you know, bathing, brushing, feeding, and nail clipping over twenty plus inanimals was a lot of fucking work.

Every single inanimal had their own routine, personality, and preferences. The amount of information you had to take in made your head spin a little. Of course, your boyfriend made sure to give directions clearly, which you're very grateful for, but that didn’t stop the dull ache that was forming in your back.

Honestly, you can’t even imagine how Mateo must feel having to do this every single day.

You know Mateo absolutely loves the inanimals, and wouldn’t trade the world for them, (that was one of the reasons you loved him so much after all), but you can’t help to wonder how stressed he must feel. This was not an easy job, after all, and you’ve learned that your boyfriend is stubborn when it comes to taking help from others. It's not like he takes many breaks either.

Now that you think about it, you don't think you've ever seen Mateo take a proper break. Sure, he's taken time to love on you and stuff, but you'd hardly count that as a break.

You were gonna have to change that.

With a determined huff, you get up to go find your boyfriend.

A few moments later, you see the back of the white-haired boy you were looking for. Mateo was currently playing with one of the dog inanimals, telling it to do different tricks and then giving treats after. You smile as he gives the dog some scratches on its head with a faint "Good boy."

You watch for a minute with a dumb lovestruck smile before deciding to interrupt the sweet moment.

"Hey, Teo!"

Mateo looks over his shoulder, halting his praise for the inanimal. Once he sees you, a big grin spreads across his face.

"Well, look who it is, my favorite human." He turns to you completely after giving the inanimal two more pets, then starts walking over to where you're at.

You immediately take the opportunity to wrap your arms around Mateo's neck, pulling him closer to you. He then slides his arms around your waist, enveloping you completely.

You two stay there for a while fitted like two puzzle pieces. Mateo gives a hum of satisfaction, rubbing his hand up and down your back.

"I wanted to say thank you again for helping today, I know it can be a lot, but it helped more than you could possibly imagine." Mateo lifts his head from your neck and gives you a chaste kiss on the cheek. You suddenly feel your face get warm.

"You don't have to thank me. You work so hard all the time. The least I can do is help, especially if it means you can catch a break." It was now your turn to give him a small kiss. "Which reminds me, are you free right now?"

Mateo, now sharing the same blush as you, lets you go (much to your despointment) and crosses his arms.

"Yea, I just got done feeding all the inanimals, actually. Though, now that I think about it, I probably should- ah!" Mateo feels a sudden pull on his sleeve.

"Great! Now, come-come!" You pull him to the couch, falling down on it dramatically while Mateo chuckles at your at your actions.

You hold out your arms for him, inviting him to come sit with you. He, of course, accepts and leans against you, wrapping a padded arm around your waist pulling you closer towards him.

Mateo lets out a soft sigh, and relaxing into your touch. It seems like he needed this more than you thought.

"I really should make sure the inanimals are alright..." Mateo says after a while, his voice soft and light.

You run a hand through his hair, making sure not to pull any knotts he may have.

"Mateo, I promise I'll keep an eye out, just take a rest okay?" You plead tenderly.

You give him kiss on the forehead, then another on the nose, and one more on the lips. Mateo returns the kiss, putting a gentle hand on your cheek, rubbing his thumb back and forth. When you pull back, Mateo is looking softly at you, a blush very prominent on his tan skin.

"Alright, just for you, mi vida."

...

You're so good at this.

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[cosmerelists]

Cosmere Characters in Yard Sale Season

As requested by @cosmereplay :)

As cosmereplay said in the request, summer is yard sale season! If yard sales were a thing throughout the Cosmere, here is how that might go.

Also, I am too lazy to figure out currency per world so, uh, everybody uses dollars and cents for yard sales, even in the Cosmere. *sweats nervously*

1. Tress

Tress lives the truth that one man's trash is another (wo)man's treasure.

Tress: Oh wow, look at this! Tress: [triumphantly holds aloft a cracked mug that says Fish Fear Women, I Want Me] Seller: Heh, and my daughter didn't think I'd EVER sell that!

2. Shallan

Shallan sees yard sales as a way to sell off some bad memories.

Customer: What's this? Shallan: That? Oh it's an old necklace that I don't like anymore after I used it to strangle my father to death. Customer: ... Shallan: I-I mean, it's a cool old necklace that I...found in my attic...? Customer: [backs slowly away] Shallan: ...I'm NEVER gonna get this sold.

3. Fort

Fort LOVES yard sales--he's always in it to find the best deals.

Fort: So you are saying that this whole box of magazines is only one dollar? Seller: Yup! But I'd take your best offer. Fort: I can see that you put your National Geographics on top, but the bottom is all back issues of Costco Connection. Fort: How does 10 cents sound? Seller: I think 25 cents is as low as I could go. Fort: 15? Seller: I'll take it! Fort: [hefting up the box of old magazines] My ancestors would be so proud!

4. Adolin

Adolin is out there searching for more of what he already has [Note: Adolin is me]

Adolin: Oooh, I don't have a sword that curves quite like this! Shallan: Isn't it a bit...dented? Adolin: [already cradling the sword close] It just needs a good home!

5. Dalinar

Dalinar uses yard sales to get rid of things from his past that are just collecting dust these days, you know?

Customer: How much for this rusty knife? Dalinar: Bloody. Customer: Excuse me? Dalinar: It's not rust. It's dried blood. Customer: ...Why didn't you clean it? Dalinar: I tried. It just keeps weeping blood. Customer: ... Dalinar: It is great for cutting up steak though. Dalinar: [thumbs-up]

6. Vin

Vin sees yard sale finds mostly as, well, let's say raw materials.

Vin: [Immediately pulling the head off of the doll she just bought] Vin: [Stuffing cash inside the doll's decapitated torso] Vin: Needed a new wallet.

7. Szeth [could be considered mild WAT spoilers?]

Szeth sometimes finds yard sales to be...surprisingly emotional.

Szeth: [staring fixedly at the stuffed sheep with its big pink bow] Seller: Interested in that? Could make a great gift for a niece or daughter! Szeth: [already with tears in his eyes] S-She's so beautiful...

8. Rannette

Ranette is always scoping out spare parts she can use in her inventions.

Ranette: Hmmm...box of old screws. Could make decent shrapnel. Ranette: Could melt down this pan. Can't have too much steel. Ranette: This old lawnmower sure has some interesting blades... [Sellers, huddled nearby having a whispered conversation] Seller #1: Are we SURE we should sell to her? Seller #2: Come on, she has CASH!

9. Evi

Evi mostly thinks things are priced way too low.

Evi: Everyone and everything are equally valuable in the eyes of the One, is all I'm saying. Evi: You're really selling this pool noodle for just a dollar? Seller: You could....pay more if you wanted? Evi: Okay, yay!

10. Elend

Always makes a beeline straight for the "old book box."

Elend: [sighing] Vin: Just old paperback romance novels again? Elend: Yeah. Vin: Well, maybe one day a really smart guy with no friends or family will die and leave all of his philosophy books in a big box for you to find! Elend: ...Maybe? Vin: Yeah! Stay positive!

11. Siri

Siri is in it for knickknacks.

Siri: Oooh! Vivenna: Really? You couldn't possibly need that! Siri: Um, look into the eyes of this ceramic dog holding a sock in its mouth and tell HER that you don't think she's needed! Vivenna: ... Ceramic dog with a sock in its mouth: .... Vivenna: ... Ceramic dog with a sock in its mouth: .... Vivenna: F-Fine! It's only a couple dollars anyway! Siri: Yay!

12. Nightblood

Nightblood is just...disappointed.

Nightblood: [sighing] Szeth: I don't know what you would do with a yard, Sword-Nimi, even if that IS what they were selling. Nightblood: I'm just saying, it's false advertising!

[itzpookiepooh]

Hello beautiful goddess. So I recently took my prom dress outta the closet 🙃 and it took me back to the day where I was more glittery than usual. My request us for LADS with an MC who likes to wear a ton of glitter like I'm talking 4 bottles of body glitter lol. Thank you so much and keep up the amazing work 😘😘😘

Gonna take some inspiration from Arianna from TikTok

Glitter!

Xavier was watching as both of you were covered in glitter. All because Jenna left you both in charge of a colleague’s going away party. The banner was glitter and you guys made glitter poppers. Xavier’s eyes were nearly seeing everything as glitter.

“I feel like everything is glitter.” Xavier mumbles tiredly as he brushes off his clothes.

“Yeah I got glitter everywhere.” You shake your head watching all the glitter fall off.

“Let’s shower. I hope that helps a little.” Xavier suggested. You wish it were that easy. You guys were stuck cleaning glitter for 2 weeks. It was in the cracks of the floors and in the walls.

“You look like a unicorn threw up all over you.” Rafayel grimaced. You guys were painting and you decided glitter would make this amazing piece of art look extravagant.

“Just say you’re jealous of my creative skills.” You cross your arms with a smirk.

“I absolutely will not do that.” He answers immediately as he puts a hand on his hip. You wait til he turns around to attack him with glitter. He screamed so loud the seagulls started to sing.

“How do I look?” You asked Sylus. You acquired another accessory that contained glitter. It was hard being a boss when glitter was everywhere.

“Mildly infuriating.” He answered without missing a beat. Your jaw dropped immediately.

“It’s not that bad!” You try to convince him but he just stares at you. You did look like a bunch of trolls tried to turn you into Lady Glittersparkles

“You glitter bombed Mephisto.” He added as the bird sat in the corner shimmering in pink. You give him a yikes expression before shaking it away.

“Well he was just an experiment.” You counter as Mephisto squawked at you making you glare. “Luke and Kieran like it right?” You turn to them as they nod with a thumbs up.

But as soon as you turned around they whispered “Help us.” To Sylus, to which he chuckled and you gave them the evil eye.

Caleb was all for it. You did stuff like this as kids! Glitter use to decorate Josephines home though she was irritated you’d do it again. You painted both of you in glitter. He was orange and you were red. A weird combo but it worked for you guys. He checked himself out in the mirror before nodding.

“We look great!” He complimented as he flexed. You laugh, “I know right?”

Caleb was trailing glitter all over the living room. It was in the couch and everything and then he did the worst thing he could ever do.

Sneeze.

Glitter flew everywhere making you cover your eyes as you tried to lead him to the shower to wash it all off.

Zayne loves you he truly does but don’t come near him with that. It’s hard to get out of his things and it even sheds at work. It gets in the bed and food with how much stuff you have with glitter. It nearly drove him insane. He was outside enjoying the sunset when you came to bother him.

“Come on! Glitter won’t kill you.” You whined to him as he pulls his sunglasses down to look at you clearly.

“Physically? No. Mentally? Yes.” He told you before putting his glasses back on.

“Zayne you’re not being fair.” You whine as he stays silent still watching the sunset. You took that as a sign to step closer but when you did he sprayed you with water.

“It seems my love needed a bath.” He teases spraying you down with the water hose making the glitter fall off.

“Zayne enough!” You dodge him as he moves closer. You tried your best to dodge but there was no escaping him as he smiled watching the glitter disappear.

Finally some peace.

Would you believe me if I told you I use to eat glitter and sequins down? I’m talking that was a daily fit back then

[twoidiotwriters1]

We need a Portgas D Ace x F!Reader with heavyyy boob/nipple play!!!! She got huge tits and he makes her ride his thigh and he gets DRUNKKKK SUCKIN HER NIPS SO he decides to give her a nipple orgasm other than the previous one from riding his thigh

After 84 years.... sorry. -Val

It's been a long time (Portgas D. Ace x Fem! Reader)

Warnings: PURE SMUT, Only +18

Words: 2,937

“And I thought I could actually relax,” says Usopp, keeping his slingshot up. 

“What can you expect if we have an idiot for a captain,” Sanji says, looking threateningly at the man cornering us. 

“Hey!” Luffy whines. “I just wanted more food...” 

“But you forgot to pay for it. Again!” Nami says punching Luffy in the head. 

“Shut it!” I scream as I step back feeling their backs against mine, covering every blind spot. By now we are all surrounded by very angry villagers. “How are we gonna get out of this?” 

“Easy,” Zoro snorts as he puts his third sword in his mouth. “Just don’t get in my way.”  

I frown at him but before I can talk, Sanji intervenes. “What do you think you’re doing mosshead?” He grunts. 

Zoro smirks, “Stay out of my way, cook.” 

I roll my eyes as they start arguing, “Great,” I say to myself.  

“Don’t worry, Y/N,” Says Luffy. “I got this.” 

“We shouldn’t be in this situation in the first place,” Nami Says.  

Luffy frowns and he turns directly to her.  

“I already said I’m sorry, Nami,” he pouts.  

I open my mouth, astonished, as the groups start to argue, ignoring the real problem. Even some of the men are confused like me. Suddenly a wall of fire appears covering us from the men, who scream scared and run away. I jump startled by the sudden interruption, so I turn back to my friends, who’re in the same state… except for Luffy. 

“Ace!” He shouts excitedly.  

Gradually, the fire dies out and disappears completely, leaving us to see that there are no longer any of the villagers. Then, another fireball lands in front of us, but this time, a young man appears when the flames fade away.  

“I thought you’d need some help,” Ace smirks tilting up his hat. 

I feel my body relax as I recognize Luffy’s big brother. But before anyone can say anything, Luffy jumps into Ace's arms in a big hug, stretching his arms around Ace’s body many times. 

“Ace!” Luffy repeats bursting into loud giggles.  

“G-good to s-see ya’ too,” Ace struggles to speak.  

Luffy eases his grip, but still clings to his body. We laugh at the scene and we walk closer to greet him. When Ace’s eyes fix on mine, I feel a familiar shiver through my body. I smile at him.  

“Thanks for saving us.” 

He smirks and winks at me. “Anytime.” 

After we walk back to the ship, we insist on inviting Ace to spend some days with the crew. Of course, he accepted gladly. (Luffy didn’t give him other choice, though). Luffy shows Ace every corner of the Sunny, and he explains every crew member’s role in it. He tells him the stories of our great adventures while Ace hears carefully. It’s obvious that they missed each other and needed brotherly time. It was adorable. But that also means that Ace can’t be alone!  

Luffy’s practically glued to him. And if it isn’t Luffy, Ace being the polite son of a bitch, he always offers himself to help others. He cooks with Sanji, trains with Zoro, jokes with Usopp, Chopper, and Brooke. Or talking with Nami and Robin. It’s impossible to have a moment alone with him, and that frustrates me, more than I would like to admit.  

“Well, it sounds like you want to resolve some unfinished business with him, uh?” Nami teases me and I roll my eyes.  

Robin giggles. “Last time you two seemed to share a special connection...”  

I sigh as I feel myself blush. Last time I saw Ace, we talked for hours about everything. I was amazed that is was so easy to joke with him and I was so comfortable around him, even though I knew him for a little amount of time. He made me laugh so hard… and I got to know him better…and yeah, we also made out… a lot.  

It’s obvious I was attracted to him the second Luffy introduced him. How could I not? He’s undoubtedly hot, and charming. But he’s also, polite, funny, kind… Robin’s right, I feel a strong connection with him. 

I shake my head and shrug. “I guess.” 

The girls laugh. “Seems like you need help,” Nami says as she looks at Robin. 

I look at them confused, but they change the subject quickly.  

** 

One day, Nami asks me for help to look for a navigation book, but when I enter the ship’s library I find a pleasant surprise. Ace’s sitting on the ground, surround by many piles of books. He hears me and raises his head. “Hey!” he says with a big smile.  

I give him a small smile too, but I frown as I close the door. “Hi,” I walk to him. “What are you doing?” 

“Oh, Robin asked to look for a very important book, and as you can see,” he says pointing at the book piles. “I’m still on it,” he chuckles. 

I laugh too and then I realize that Robin and Nami are involved in this situation, thinking about our last conversation. I can’t help but smile a little. “Do you need help?” I ask, walking closer to him and I sit on the armrest of the couch in front of him. 

He chuckles standing up with a book in hand. “Don’t worry, I got it,” he walks to the bookshelf behind the couch. “But you can stay,” he says facing the bookshelf. “I don’t mind.” 

I nod suppressing a smile. “It has been a while since we talked, alone.” I say pretending to be chill. 

“Yeah, I know,” he says moving different books. “I’m sorry, Luffy’s has been-“ 

“You don’t have to apologize, I get it,” I interrupt him. Then I feel my face blush as I speak. “I was starting to feel jealous,” I snort holding my nerves, “you know, fighting with everyone for your attention...”  

I look at him and I notice his back tense as he stops in his tracks. Just with one book in hand, he turns to me with a mischievous smirk. He walks slowly to me, with a wicked moving of hips until he stands close. “Believe me, doll. You don’t need to fight for something that already belongs to you.”  

I smile, feeling my face warm. “It’s getting harder these days...”  

He steps back opening his arms. “Worry no more, princess,” he says tossing away the book in his hand making me laugh. He smiles and offers me a hand; I take it and he pulls me to him so our chests collide. 

I gasp at the movement and raise my head to look into his black eyes. My heart races at every detail I had forgotten I had seen before. His freckles, his nose, his scent and his warm body.  

“So, did you miss me?” he says with a funny smirk.  

My hands shyly move to his naked chest up to his shoulders, one of then grabs the back of his neck and plays with his hair. It feels like they’re remembering too. “I did,” I whisper.  

He smirks leaning until our noses touch. “I’ve missed you too,” he whispers as he leans closer to finally kiss me softly.  

We move our lips slowly, covering every inch of each other. His hands grab my waist to pull me closer to his body. “Fuck,” he groans, moving away from my lips slightly. “I missed these sweet lips,” he says, raising his hand to pass his thumb over my lower lip. 

I smirk, raising my eyebrow. “Bet you say that to every girl...”  

He moves his head back slightly and frowns for a moment before chuckling and shaking his head. “No one else has these lips, doll.” His words make my smile disappear as he moves closer again. “No one has a scent as intoxicating as yours,” he says, starting a path of kisses from my cheek to my jaw and then my neck, where he kisses that sweet spot he knows so well. “Oh, the sweet noises you make...” he practically moans and kisses my neck again, making me tremble. 

His hands travel all the way to my hips to pull me closer. “No skin is smooth as yours, sweetheart,” he says as he snakes a hand under my shirt.  

By now, my whole body is melting against his, but I'm also moving almost desperately, craving more contact, more friction, more of him.  

“Needy,” he mocks returning from my neck. 

“Shut up,” I say breathless as I kiss him.  

He smiles against my lips before pushing me carefully towards the bookshelves. When my back hits the shelves, a few books fall down. My mind is elsewhere when Ace moves his right leg between mine and presses against my clothed crotch. 

“Ace...” I whine.  

“Sensitive, aren’t we?” 

I nod and sigh. “It's been so long.” 

His thigh and my hips find a steady rhythm. 

“Really?” he says, looking down at me. “There’s no other fellow in your life?” 

I shake my head. “No… fuck, no,” I moan. 

He smiles, pleased with my answer. He moves his hand down to my shorts, unbuckles them and moves his hand inside them and my panties straight to my clit. “So...” he hisses. “You have been my good girl, uh?” He asks as he makes circles on my sensitive bud, making me gasp.  

I nod. “Y-yeah...” 

“Yeah, my good girl,” he leans forward to rest his head on my shoulder. “Even though, I’ve been neglecting you...” His hand moved to carefully make way for his middle finger inside me. 

“My girl...” he moans. “You deserve everything.” 

“Ace!” I moan louder as he adds a second finger. 

“Riding my thigh… clenching around my fingers...” 

It’s too much. I can hear my heart beating wildly and feel my body seeking more air, but it turns into moans, whimpers, and pleas. My hips move uncontrollably in response to his thick thigh and fingers. 

“Cum for me, my sweet girl.” 

His deep voice is the final thing that brings me to a finish with a whining moan. The library is silent, and only our uneven breathing can be heard. My legs are trembling, so I hold onto Ace’s bicep and rest my head on his shoulder. 

“You okay, darling?” he asks.  

“Y-yeah, I just...” I breathe. “Need a sec...” I say as I let my whole body against Ace’s.  

He chuckles. “I’m gonna take out my fingers.” I nod. Then, he moves his leg so he can hold me steady by the waist. “Don’t tell me you’re already tired,” he mocks.  

I frown, still hiding on his shoulder. “I said I just need a second!” He chuckles again.  

“That’s my girl,” he says proudly to then, carry me and walk to the couch. He sits and puts me on his lap, each leg around him. 

I sit straight and I take a moment to look at him. His swollen lips, couple of hickeys and his flush cheeks. I smile and lean forward to kiss him again. This time, the kiss is hungry, desperate and messy. His hands caress my bare thighs, and as the kiss deepens, he grabs my ass and pulls me closer. 

“Fuck,” I moan on his lips. “I really missed you, Ace.” 

He chuckles. “I missed you too, Darling,” then his smile disappears. “But, I have to be honest with you...” I frown and then I squeak when he lets his head fall to my chest.  

“Ace!” I say, concerned that he might have fallen asleep. But then I feel his hands moving quickly under my shirt, grabbing my tits up, so he can kiss the valley over the cleavage of my shirt. I can't help but burst out laughing. 

“You have no idea how much I missed these tits...” he whines dramatically, and I laugh again. He raises his head, still resting on my breasts to look at me with a pout.  

I shake my head and caress his black locks on the back of his neck, “You’re silly,” I giggle, but he keeps the puppy eyes. “Fine,” I sigh and move so he lets me go and I take off my shirt, but then I look down with a frown. “Did you undo my bra?” 

He smiles like a little kid in trouble. “I wanted to help you.”  

I roll my eyes and chuckle as I take off the last clothes on my upper body. The movement makes my breasts jiggle, and I notice Ace looking at them in awe as he licks his lips.  

I giggle. “You okay?” 

He blinks many times. “I- uh...” he stutters. 

“It's ok, Ace. You can touch them,” and that's all it takes for him to grab my breasts. He massages, squeezes, and plays with my nipples, making me lose my mind. 

“Can I kiss them?” he says desperately. 

“Yes!” 

“What about my tongue? Can I?” 

“Fuck, it’s not the time to be fucking respectful, Ace,” He looks at me like he’s out of the spell, he stays silent for a second and then he laughs.  

“Forget that you’re sensitive sinc-“ 

“Do whatever you want, but do it now, Ace,” I cut him and demand his touch. He looks surprise, but he doesn’t wait to attach his lips to my right nipple.  

He takes care of my needy breasts, never neglected the other while he sucks one. He eats, like a starved man. And I arc my back to give him all access to my body. I realise that our hips are moving against each other, seeking more friction. I feel his hard bulge pressing against my crotch. 

Everything is so vulnerable, exposed and needy that it's overwhelming. When he grabs my breasts to push them together and put his face between them to lick, he whines loudly in delight. I feel a pinch bulging in my low belly. 

“Ace...” I call him.  

He hums and looks up to me. He immediately knows what’s gonna happen. “Are you gonna cum for me again, doll?” 

“U-hu,” I nod. 

“Shit, you look so hot, needy and-“ I cut him again as I grab the back of his neck and pull him back to my chest.  

“Keep going, I’m so close...”  

He obeys, gladly. He sucks again and he helps me to reach the climax, moving his hips upwards to increase friction.  

“Ace!” 

“Fuck, I’m cumming too...” he confesses, and that makes me finish again. He groans, moving his hips slowly a couple more times before stopping and breathing heavily. “Guess, I’m sensitive too,” he says after minutes of silence.  

We look at each other and chuckle. I move back a little and I grab his shorts to unbuckle them. “You want more, already?” he asks half flirt, half unsure.  

I smile. “It’s your turn,” but then, he grabs my writs to stop me.  

“As good as that sounds,” he grabs me by my waist and helps me to stand. “I can’t wait any longer to be inside of you,” he groans.  

My legs are shaking and my pussy aches for more, so I just nod, and we both quickly undress fully. Ace sits down again and I follow him to his lap. He pumps his cock and with his other hand, grabs my hip as I slowly move down. We gasp and groan when he’s fully inside me. I wait for a while, enjoying his thick cock after so many years. My body has to get used to him again. 

Ace whines. “Fuck! Cant’ believe I say this, but I’m so close already...”  

I giggle and move my hips up and down slowly. “Me too,” I moan. I start to increase my speed and he moves up to meet me, but I quickly feel my legs getting tired after all of this, even thought I want to fuck him faster.  

Ace notice this, of course. “Don’t worry, I got you,” he says as he manhandles me to lay me on my back on the couch without taking himself out. He increases his thrusts and we both moan loudly. With skin against skin, the couch creaks with our movements and it doesn’t take long for me to finish again, and he shortly follows me.  

His body falls on top of mine without hurting me and he hugs me while his head hides between my shoulder and my neck. “I gotta say,” he whispers. “That it was worth the wait.” 

I chuckle. “Yeah, I think so too.” 

I sigh deeply, enjoying what just happened, and close my eyes to focus on Ace's sweaty skin against mine, his breathing trying to regulate itself, and his heartbeat. But the moment is completely ruined when we hear Luffy's voice outside the library. 

“Oi! Have anyone seen Ace?” 

My heart races, and Ace sits up enough to lean back in the armchair and turns towards the door. I gasp when he extends his arm and directs fire directly at the door handle, heating it up. The next thing we hear is a loud cry of pain from the captain. 

“Ace?” He turns back to me.  

“Don’t worry, that’ll be enough to keep him away for a while,” he smirks. 

I chuckle as I move to start looking for my clothes, but his hand stops me and pushes me slowly back to the couch. 

“What are you doing?” I frown and I open my mouth to talk, but he cuts me. “I said for a while, meaning, we have more time, doll...” 

I shake my head and chuckle as he leans to kiss me. 

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[ashistrans]

My favorite lyrics in each next to normal song because I’m very normal about this show

Just another day - cause what doesn’t kill me doesn’t kill me so fill me up for just another day

Everything else - you don’t hear his doubts or his debts or disease

Who’s crazy - and I was so young and so dumb and now I am old

Perfect for you - you’ve got some nerve Henry and I’m just all nerves

I miss the mountains - I miss the mountains, I miss the pain

It’s gonna be good - it’s gonna be fucking great!

Honorable mention- rabies

He’s not here - do you dream or do you grieve

You don’t know - if it gets me it will kill me but I don’t know what I’ve done

I am the one - are you hurting are you healing are you hoping for a life to live well so am I

Superboy and the invisible girl - I wish I could fly, I’d fly far away from here

I’m alive - I’m a perfect stranger who knows you too well

Make up your mind - at times it does hurt to be healed

I dreamed a dance - the dancers may disappear still the dance goes on

There’s a world - come with me there’s a world where we can be free

I’ve been - and every day this act we act gets more and more absurd

Didn’t I see this movie - what makes you think I’d lose my mind for you

A light in the dark - keep it far from what keeps us apart

Wish I were here - I feel the burn but I don’t feel the pain

Song of forgetting - what a lovely cure, it’s a medical miracle

Hey 1 - Henry don’t, don’t do this to me

Seconds and years - I don’t give a flying fuck what’s normal

Better than before - and if memory makes things better well memory always does

Aftershocks - you wonder which is worse the symptom or the cure OR your heart is in your chest again not hanging from your sleeve

Hey 2 - you remind me of me and how fucked up I can be

You don’t know rep - i don’t know I don’t know where the fucking pieces go

How could I ever forget - they said to wait, they never said we were too late

It’s gonna be good rep - good good good good name name name name overlap

Why stay - enduring and coping and hurting and hoping for day after fucking day OR to the girl who was burning so brightly like the light from Orion above

I’m alive rep - this is one old game that I can play so well

The break - what happens if the cut the burn the break was never in my brain or in my blood but in my soul

Make up your mind rep - the one thing that’s sure is that there is no cure but that doesn’t mean we don’t fight

Maybe - things will get better you’ll see not for me overlap

Hey 3 - cause crazy is perfect and fucked up is perfect

So anyway - rather than let chance take me I’ll take a chance

I am the one rep - why didn’t you go with her.. cause I’m holding on. Let me go (this whole song lives in my head rent free)

Light - the wasted world we thought we knew the light will make it look brand new

[theheartsickdevil]

Iloveyou.exe | Ronin x mc that got a virus on their pc

A/n: first thing first I wanna say thank u to the person who suggested me this name, if ur reading this ur a diva (and thank you!!). In these days I couldn’t write a lot so I’m really sorry for not posting!! I will write and post all the fics I suggested in the poll as soon as I can!!

No tw’s!!

*.• ☆ •.*

It was pretty late at night, no one in the server was active so you decided to play one of the games you happened to crack in one of those sketchy sites.. you’ve been using this specific one for some years now, and it never brought you any problems.. until now. You literally just tried to open it but instead of running it literally opened a terminal tab. That’s where you immediately understood you fucked up. It was over. You immediately turned your wi-fi off and checked the server again on your phone to see if someone was online, since you actually needed help rn. Lucky for you, your amazing boyfriend Ronin was up. You immediately opened his chat and voice-called him

“Ronin.. I need your help.. I kinda fucked up..”

You said, your voice sounded weak as you were scared for your pc..

“Darling calm down.. what did you do?”

“I downloaded a game for free in one of my sketchy websites and I got a virus.. I don’t know what to do now.. I turned off my wi-fi but I don’t wanna touch anything..”

“Do you want me to come to your place or help you on call?”

“I..I don’t know.. I just know that I’m scared..”

“Mhh.. I get it..”

He mumbled, he sure was a little tired but never too tired to be with you

“I’m coming over rn, I will stay the night”

He said, as he hung up and not letting you answer. You were kind of happy that he would come over. You just waited for him in your room and after a good 15 minutes you heard a knock on your door.. you’ve immediately rushed to the door and thank god it was Ronin and not the hacker in your pc..

“Missed me?”

“A lot..”

You said, as you hugged him. He just chuckled and picked you up as he walked to your room.

“I’m gonna fix this rq and then we’ll go to sleep since it’s late, I don’t want the love of my life having a bad sleep schedule.”

“Mm okie”

When he got to your room, ronin sat into your gaming chair with you on his lap.. one hand was around your waist and the other was on the mouse.. his head was on your shoulder as he just helped you delete the infected files.. He didn’t take too much time since he was a pro at these things.

“Damn, you got a trojan.. what website did you even use?

“Ehh.. it’s named streamlocked..”

When you said that, Ronin became a little more serious and scolded you a little

“Do you know how dangerous that site it? You’re lucky you have me or else you would’ve said bye-bye to your 1000€ setup, darling”

“I know!! But I’ve been using it for 4 years now and nothing happened.. I swear this was my first time I got a virus..”

You explained, panicking a little

“Darling, it’s okay. Nothing happened and everything is okay now.. I’m here with you.. Just.. promise me next time you want a game you tell me so I’ll make sure you get no virus, okay?”

“Okay, I promise”

“Great.. let’s go to sleep now.. it’s almost 5 am..”

“Mhhm..”

You mumbled, you were a little sleepy and you knew it. Ronin laid in bed next to you and spooned you, he kissed you goodnight before pulling you close.. you ended up falling asleep cuddled up together in eachother’s arms.. there sure was an happy ending today.

[the-sick-habit]

Statistically Speaking, I Think I'm Fucked

Modern AU | Ellie x Fem!Reader | College setting | On a journal

What's Up by 4 Non Blondes

Chp 3: "i just really like jumping into it, i guess"

Thursday, August 28 Bio Lab

So I haven’t texted Riley back yet, but I will once class is over. I haven’t even told anyone about it, and don’t plan to honestly. I already know what they’re gonna say, because that’s exactly what my brain is telling me, too.  

I don’t know, I’m just worried that she’ll bring up the past or something. Or that she’ll do some grand gesture thinking that it’s gonna revert everything back to normal. I mean, it would make sense, because I used to let her do that bullshit to me. Hope it doesn’t happen again.

Fuck. So much for time heals.

Later, Bio Lab still

I’m thinking maybe I can just hang out with her. Stay outside on the porch or in the kitchen.

Later, later still the same, during our fifteen minute break

Library girl is here, still can’t write down her name.

Don’t get it twisted, I KNOW how to spell it…unless her parents are like, name connoisseurs (I had to look this up) or something. It just feels a little too personal, y’know? Or you don’t, ‘cause you’re just a piece of paper. Anyways.

We’re partnering up this time. I’m paired up with this dude that definitely shoots bears and looks like his boots curl in on themselves, Paul. Kind of alright, a little weird. Gets along great with the others. But I don’t know. He’s a little weird, he giggles a lot.

As if I’m not weird, too.

Later, later Bio Lab at the table trying not to stare

Alright, the last entry was a little off. I’m fucking staring at her. God.

I texted Riley back, even though I feel like my heart is gonna rip out of my fucking chest. Why am I doing this?? It’ll be fine. Besides, it’s not every day that the person you thought you were gonna spend your life with leaves you like you’re nothing.

Can’t even tell Dina, she’s gonna kill me.

Still the same godforsaken day In my dorm, trying not to change into different clothes

Before I even go out, let me just write down some things as a gentle reminder.

She left and fucked me UP

GHOSTED ME

Is acting like things are okay

What the fuck am I doing?!

I told library girl that I’ll see her at the study session today, and she waved at me and said, “See you there.” like she wholeheartedly believed me.

Maybe Riley will apologize this time.

Sometime today, or tonight, whenever In my truck, can’t get out yet

I fucking knew it. I knew it was a bad fucking idea. I’m so fucking stupid. She did it again. And this time tried to make it seem like it was MY problem, and even dragged Dina into this. Which – surprise surprise – gives me this sick feeling in my gut.

Why??? Why would I think it’d be okay again???

What the hell did I expect??? Fuck!!!

I forgot Dina could see my location, but she couldn’t guess that I was with Riley in her stupid fucking house. And I can’t lie to her, I can’t say shit. So I just told her I got busy. She’s gonna clock that so fast but I can’t care right now.

Riley’s texting me, she’s saying she didn’t mean for it to come out like that??!?! Didn’t even WRITE sorry!! Okay, great fucking timing ASSHOLE!! I’m so fucking done with this, with this town, with everything, I just need to LEAVE, it’s too much and now I’m

Friday, August 29 Too fucking early for the night I had

Didn't finish last entry. Whatever. I woke up to, like, two messages form Dina and a handful from Riley. There’s one from Cat.

And then Jessie’s dumbass asked me if I had an extra pencil. We don’t even have the same class to be exchanging goods like that. And he texted me that at FOUR IN THE MORNING.

Yeah, definitely waking up and answering that question diligently after the cry I had.

My fucking head hurts.

Later, Physics Lecture

Cat actually sat next to me this time, she came in after I did. It was kinda nice. I was answering her text when she did, she’d told me good morning and asked if I wanted to have lunch with her.

She was joking around, saying shit that made me laugh. Helped me forget. Cat’s in the bathroom right now, so I’m writing as fast as I can.

That’s why I hate sitting next to people that I just met—or just anyone in general. Can’t write shit in peace without worrying they’re peeking over my shoulder to see what I’m writing about.

Riley @11:23 PM “didn’t mean to make you upset ellie, promise. just thought we could talk about it.” Riley @6:21 AM “call me when you get the chance, yeah?”

See, this is the bullshit I get myself into. And it’s so dumb, if I told Dina she’d rip my head off. If I tell Sarah?! I don’t know.

I can’t deal with this right now.

Fuck, she’s is back.

Later later, In my dorm

I went to lunch with Cat after class. It was kinda nice, but I felt a little bad because I had the hardest time concentrating on what she was talking about. I think she was telling me about tattoos, how she wanted to start doing that but had no idea how.

Beats me why she was talking to me about it. But we had sandwiches and chips, the good old American lunch.

And then something EMBARRASSING happened.

“Yeah, I dunno, tattooings pretty cool. Just don’t know how I’d feel about leaving something permanent on someone. Seems kinda...sketch.” and I was just talking, letting the words flow out while I picked at my ham and cheese sandwich. And the lettuce was sad.

Cat leaned in on the table, and I looked up to see that she was giving me this small grin. And when she spoke, it was suddenly really hard to swallow my bite, “I see what you mean. But there’s just something I like about that. Being that close to someone’s skin. You wouldn’t mind if I did that to you, would you?”

And I tried to say something, then a piece of my SANDWHICH CAME OUT OF MY MOUTH.

UUUGHHH. But she just grinned at me, like it was the right answer. So, dumbass for the win?

So there was that. We ended up saying bye, and she hugged me. Didn’t know what to do, and I hated how sweaty and jittery I felt after. I guess she wants to hang out again at her dorm. Not really thinking too much about that.

But anyways.

Dina texted me, saying there’s a party that she was invited to off campus and wanted me to go. Apparently Jessie’s going too, but I had to let her down. She’s not even pushing me about where I was yesterday, which I super appreciate. So that made me feel a little bad.

I just can’t win apparently.

But I guess I’m okay to start talking about what happened. As best as I can, anyways, because that shit was a couple of hours long so we’ll see.

THE GREAT TRAGEDY (FEATURING ELLIE WILLIAMS)

I drove over to Riley’s place, where she used to live. It was crazy, because it looked the same almost. You know? Still had the flower beds up front that I’m sure her mom still tended to. One of the flowers was messed up, and it made me smile ‘cause it’s the SAME damn flower every time.

Even half a year later. And I’m sure it’s because it’s right next to the walkway.

I’ll admit, it took me a while to get out of the truck for a couple of minutes. I had parked on the side of the road for easy escape. Even when I was nervous as hell I could parallel park. My palms were sweating and shit. So lame. Kind of. Not really.

I finally got out and walked up to the house. Riley’s house. Obviously. And you know what, as soon as those stupid sprinklers came on and sprayed my jeans I knew that was just a fucking bad omen. I should have walked away, but I didn’t.

And then on the porch that scuff was still there, the one that Riley’s boot made ‘cause we were…yeah.

I had to shake it off, and my stupid hand was trembling a little when I went to go knock on the wooden door twice. And for some reason I thought about Joel, and his face, and how he’d probably be disappointed that I was here. Jesus.

BUT ANYWAYS.

I knocked on that fucking raggedy ass door. And it didn’t take much for someone to answer. It was actually her mom, and for a second I felt so awkward and lame. She seemed to do a double take when she saw me, and I felt myself shift.

“Hey, Ellie!” she exclaimed, which SURPRISED me. And I don’t know if it showed on my face.

I waved back and then stepped in, and she actually leaned in to give me a hug. Which, I guess in retrospect, was nice. And I gave her a half-assed one back, “Hey.”

“Riley!” she yelled out from the top of the stairs. “Ellie’s here!”

Don’t get me wrong, her mom knew about what was happening between Riley and me. We were really close friends. Met in middle school, were friends for a while. And then in high school we dated. Whatever. She left when we graduated, had her own life to figure out. The works. But the whole time her mom was very supportive, invited me to family events and shit.

So I walked over to the steps that led upstairs. I stayed right there while her mom talked to me, asking me what I’ve been up to and shit. She told me that I’ve grown, look better.

Didn’t know if she really meant it or she was just saying it ‘cause I’m standing at my ex’s house like an idiot.

And I tried to remind myself that she was my best friend first.

But Riley finally came down the stairs, and I tried not to look TOO nervous. But she fucking caught me. Of course she did.

She walked down lazily, her arm swinging back and forth with each step and gave me that grin that made me smile back automatically – half assed or not, “Look at you, nervous as hell.”

I scoffed, that was like my defense mechanism, “Not nervous.” And it was so LAME.

And Riley looked at me up and down and then pointed at my goddamn hands like it was the most obvious thing in the world, “You’re strangling your fingers like they owe you money.”

And fuck, that made me laugh and roll my eyes. I wanna say I put my hands back to my sides leisurely and cool, but I don’t know, “Yeah, yeah, well, I’m here.”

I didn’t expect this meeting to end up like this. I didn’t expect her to ghost me the way she did and for me to come crawling back to her as if nothing happened. What I DID expect? A more sincere Riley, an apology, an explanation.

Maybe she needed some warming up? FUCK NO.

She never once brought it up. Which is what I wanted, right?? I wanted to keep it going, get our friendship back to how it used to be. But how the hell could I want that when every word that comes out of her fucking mouth makes me hold my breath? Waiting for something that sounds remotely like remorse? I’m so fucked. I WAS so fucked.

Through the awkwardness I felt in my lungs, I sat in her room on the floor. And it was a little hard, not gonna lie. There’s a lot of memories in that place. Shit we did, shit I WANTED to do, words and actions and—

Okay let me not get all poetic about this bullshit.

It felt better knowing her mom was downstairs. I knew Riley wasn’t gonna hit me or anything, but hearing her bustling in the living room and the TV on (she still loves watching Turkish soap operas) didn’t make me feel so trapped. Like, I could concentrate on the foreign language whenever Riley said anything that made my heart race. Which was way too often.

But we talked about her life out there in Los Angeles, like it was some cool thing. And sometimes—I don’t think she mean it—it felt like she was hinting that staying in Jackson was…not the move. And that made me feel some kind of way. Like, it made me not wanna be in her room anymore.

“Yeah, I’m so glad I moved when I did.” She said, and she was fishing through her bag. The same one from her closet where we’d hide the weed. And I was eyeing it, because she gave me that stupid grin that reminded me of what we used to be.

“You gonna have some, or are you gonna leave me hanging?” she took out a joint, and I don’t know about you but I’m down for a smoke. Just not with an ex.

So why the fuck did I accept it?

Because I kept TRYING to convince myself that she’s just my friend now. But no, it’s not like that anymore. Riley isn’t my friend. She’s an ex who USED to be my best friend. I don’t fucking work that way apparently.

“Yeah, why not?” and I went to sit closer to her while she lit it up.

Like, this is a recipe for disaster. I’m so fucking glad I don’t like her anymore like that. If I had wanted to kiss her and shit, she could’ve gotten that from me. And it’s fucking crazy what happens next. Like, I don’t even want to write it but I need to REMEMBER.

That way I won’t let it happen again.

We start smoking, she cracks the window open ‘cause she forgot to do that—she’d always forget, even now. I asked her if her mom’s okay with it now, and Riley basically said her mom knows she smokes and doesn’t mind, “As long as we don’t stink up the whole house.”

And I started feeling it after the second hit. Just to clear it up, I wasn’t INHALING it. I think Riley caught on but she didn’t say anything about it. But I was getting a little fuzzy a little while.

I kept talking, ‘cause if I didn’t I thought my heart was gonna explode. And maybe I shouldn’t have kept talking. Or maybe I shouldn’t have even been there in the first place.

I think that’s when Dina texted me again, and I looked at it. I hated how she didn’t use emojis this time.

Dina: “hey, we’re at the library. just let me know ur ok.”

And I just thumbs up her message and left it at that. THAT’S when the bullshit started, ‘cause Riley noticed. Of course she’d finally bring it up when I’m fucking high, of course she would. I mean, GOD I know Dina texted me first and then she saw it, but, it’s just – this had me fucked up and still does.

“You still talk to Dina?” she asked me with that voice she has, like the one that makes you feel like you’re in trouble but it’s not obvious, so you’re just wondering if you’re imagining it. Damn, basically my whole dating relationship with her.

“Yeah.” And I couldn’t say more than that. I just stared at the carpet we were sitting on, picking at the lint. The same carpet she laid me on and…FUCK (I guess literally).

“She still confused?”

And that’s when I had to look up at her, and she had that look on her face that made my stomach drop, “What?”

It wasn’t even fair, because I was fucking high. Like she waited for me to be high to push my fucking buttons.

“Y’know, like, about what she likes.”

And I knew what she was talking about. But this time I wasn’t the same person anymore. I don’t know if she knew that. Even though I was sitting here like a dumbass, “I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.” And I shrugged, looking back at the carpet.

That just slipped out, alright?

And she got DEFENSIVE. I could see her moving from the corner of my eyes, and I’d be lying if I said that didn’t make me stiffen up, “Woah, alright. Calm down Ellie.”

That pissed me the fuck off, “No, I’m calm Riley. I just said I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I could feel my hands start to shake while I moved them around, I could feel my face start to lose composure. I hated it.

It sounded like I shut her up, but then she talked again, “You know I never liked her, right?”

I HAD to look at her this time. And damn, the look she had on her face? How could it possibly make me feel any worse than what I already felt. I knew she was toying with me, but I couldn’t PROVE it. “You know what? No.” this time I glared at her.

“Why the fuck are you talking about Dina?” There. I did it, I talked back to Riley and the look on her face was so satisfying.

I don’t know if she was genuinely surprised with how I answered, or how quick I was to talk back. But I managed to make her quiet for a couple of seconds. That’s when I should’ve walked away, but then she said this. Like she knew that’s what would shut MY ass up.   

“I just thought, I don’t know…that you were talking to her while I was gone. As more than friends.” Her voice was stupid soft.

I hated how that stopped me on my tracks. I was looking at her, and she had her head down, knees up. I don’t know how high she was, but all I knew was that I felt my anger leave quick as hell.

“What do you mean?”

I should’ve left, I should’ve left, I should’ve left.

She proceeds to tell me that she thought I was talking to Dina behind her back while she was in LA. Like, ROMANTICALLY. And it was like pulling fucking teeth to get her to say it. The more she pushed back the more it pissed me off. How are you gonna invite me over here, to talk about shit that should’ve been talked about when we were together?!

And why did I let her?!

ALSO, that wasn’t even something I WANTED her to talk about.

God, I was so fucking frustrated. I may have or may not have cussed her out while walking out of her room. It was so embarrassing though because her mom heard us arguing in her room, and when I opened the door she was there. Her mom had this look of concern on her face that made me feel guilty, and I’m pretty damn sure she smelled the weed, too.

The kicker?? Her mom didn’t let me go!!!

She said I was high, and to sit my ass on the couch. I’m such a bitch too, ‘cause I told her as long as Riley stayed the fuck away from me that I’d stay.

“Fuck you, Ellie!” I heard Riley yell out from the top of the stairs while I went down the stairs, holding onto the railing. Her mom stayed up there with her, and I heard these angry hisses from her that I didn’t even try to make out.

But I just didn’t care at that point. My heart was beating so fast, and I couldn’t concentrate that good because I was high and embarrassed, and I just—I was feeling shit.

I had to wait for the high to wear off for Riley’s mom to let me go. She didn’t try talking to me about anything, just gave me something to eat. Which I did begrudgingly. It was a little bowl of ice cream, the same stupid flavor Riley likes. And it’s mint chocolate chip. UGH. I don’t even like it that much.

That’s why I went to my dorm so late yesterday, too. I thought about going over to Dina’s. But decided not do.

And YEAH, alright. I cried okay?? DAMN.

But can you blame me?! No, no you can’t.

A little later once my hand stopped cramping Still in my dorm around 7-ish

I texted Dina back. Ended up telling her where I went yesterday. She hasn’t answered back, but a part of me highly doubts she was upset about it. She’s probably getting ready for that party she invited me to. Which is funny, ‘cause it’s not her party.

Also, Cat wanted to hang out this weekend so we’ll see. It’s a little too much right now. I mean, she DOES make me laugh and it’s nice talking to her. She’s cool, but not really what I wanna concentrate on right now. Especially when I still need to do my homework.

Which, actually, I have a lot of.

It’s mostly just time consuming. And who the fuck assigns discussion posts for biology?!

Oh, Dina texted back. She definitely wants a debrief. Called me a bitch for not telling her, too.

Half an hour later, Behind a bookcase like a creep

She’s here!! The library girl is here. Why am I freaking out?! It’s literally no big deal. She’s just sitting there with her little book. Just, I don’t know, doing her thing!!

And like an idiot I texted Dina.

“I came to the library to study and she’s here, what do I do?!”

“who?”

“your nursing friend!!”

“then go sit down you weirdo???!”

I’m so dumb.

Still here, A little better now, sitting across from her

I ended up sitting next to her.

She was so nice, looked up at me when I approached her with my shit. I saw a flicker of recognition go on her face before she gave me this soft smile. It made me feel more at ease when I got to the table, “Is it okay if I sit here?”

And right away she moved her stuff (thick ass book, some highlighters and flashcards) out of the way. It wasn’t even that much, she didn’t have to do it that quick. Even mumbled an apology with that little smile that I couldn’t help but smile back to.

“Nah, you’re good.” I had to tell her that, ‘cause she was acting as if SHE was intruding in my space. Which, weird, but okay.

I finally got my things ready then sat down, and we stayed like that for a bit. I didn’t expect her here, but I’m glad she is.

She’s still in front of me, in our usual seats at the table. But she’s so concentrated on her work, it’s almost like I’m not even here. Can’t believe I freaked out on Dina too. It wasn’t that bad.

Which, honestly, probably fucked me over because she just texted me again.

OKAY WHAT THE FUCK?!

“don’t be a little weirdo, she’s really nice and into girls”

“and I wanna know that because?????????”

“.-.”

She’s fucking insane. But I better get back to my homework and put on some music. Being in front of her makes me wanna get my shit done. With all her clacking on her calculator and scribbles.

Still at the library, She’s gone to the restroom

You know, she’s actually pretty cool. I mean, in a ‘let my actions and looks do all the talking’ kind of cool. The quiet was a nice contrast to all the other words I just heard yesterday and earlier today.

I haven’t texted Cat back, but I think that this point she just knows I’m not a huge person on texting. I mean I’ll READ them, but, I won’t answer unless it’s super urgent. Or if you’re calling me.

But she got up from her seat when I was halfway from taking out my lab assignments for bio, and I looked at her. Didn’t mean to, but she started to talk in a hushed voice, “I’ll be right back, can you watch my stuff for me?” and then before I could say anything she quickly added, “If that’s okay.”

And I nodded, told her it was fine. I mean, I don’t feel inclined to steal her nursing books and homework. I mean, maybe her laptop, but whatever. What am I gonna find in there? Medicine shit?

I didn’t mean to peek, but I saw that she was working on some dimensional analysis stuff. Probably the same crap that Dina was stressing out about and wouldn’t listen to my advice on.

She’s back, can see her walking back.

Later, In my dorm

I’m so glad I didn’t go to that party.

Going to the library was the move for sure.

Anyways, we ended up working on the lab worksheets – which was kind of cheating, but whatever. She saw that I’d taken them out and then casually murmured something along the line of, “Oh yeah, I forgot about that.” A nursing student forgetting about lab work? But she also said it as if she didn’t mean to say it out loud.

I didn’t say anything to her when she said that, which I kind of regretted. I guess that could’ve been a good moment to talk to her. She put her pen down and started to rustle through her bag, and I could hear her pens and stuff. I didn’t even MEAN to say this, but I asked her if she wanted to work on it with me.

And then she looked at me with these eyes, the ones where she seemed unsure if this was a joke or not, “Is that…allowed?”

GOD WHO THE HELL IS SHE?!

I don’t know how I looked when she asked me that. I knew I wanted to laugh, but instead I shrugged and said, “No, but why not?”

Which…is kind of what I also told Riley, but whatever.

“You won’t snitch right? ‘Cause that would suck.” I decided to tease her a little, see what she was gonna say.

“That really would, huh.” She murmured and I had to look up from my worksheet to look at her face. She looked concentrated as she looked through her worksheet. And I just HAD to ask.

“Would you?”

She looked at me, almost amused, and her eyes felt like they were boring into mine. Honestly it was hard to look away, “Now why would I do that, Ellie?” and she asked in this…I don’t know, cute tone. But it had my brain short-circuit because this is the most I’ve heard her talk.

And she sounds like this? Jesus.

I tried to laugh, but I think it just sounded like a scoff. Whether or not it did, she smiled at me and looked down at her worksheet. And I didn’t mind, because I also looked down at my own worksheet.

Fuck.

But we just filled it out. I learned a bit more about her. That she’s also in the nursing program (guessed correctly), but she’s doing her associates while Dina is doing her bachelors. She’s from Chicago, so that was interesting. Wondered why she was here, but I didn’t pry, just thought it was cool. Ended up telling her I’m actually from Boston.

And she didn’t pry either.

“Oh, I guess that makes sense.” That’s what she said. I think I looked confused and even taken aback because she continued talking. She almost sounded a little panicked, and I tried to keep a straight face, “It just seems like it, y’know? Like, you have that demeanor.”

“Demeanor?” I repeated that slowly, because, who USES that word? Nerds, I guess. UGH, just kidding, she’s really cool and cute.

And before she could spaz out – she looked like she thought I was condemning her – I put my hand up and this time let myself laugh a little. No harm right? “No, you’re good, I get it.” And then with a shrug I also said, “You don’t seem like the Jackson type either.”

She pressed her lips together in a thin line, like she was trying not to smile too hard and I thought it was cute, “Yeah, small towns and all.”

I snickered and felt compelled to do the same thing with my lips, “Small towns.” I agreed.

A little bit later (like late as FUCK), Still in my dorm but this time thinking about you

It’s crazy because I’ve only known you for a couple of days. Seen you around in classes and the library. And I feel lame and crazy because I’m in my dorm, feeling more right tonight than I have in all the others since I’ve been here.

But anyways, I ended up texting Riley back after I got here from the library. I don’t want to call her, so I don’t plan on doing that any time soon. Or at all. I just told her that I was sorry for…all that cussing out at her, and for the fact that her mom had to get involved in it.

And crazy thing is, she texted me back pretty quickly after that.

“it’s okay, things got intense. i came at you pretty strong. can we talk?” “i can go over this time.”

I’m definitely gonna have to talk to Dina about this. Or someone. Because I don’t know what do to. Well, I DO. I just tell her I’m done, I can’t talk to her anymore. That she keeps dragging me down this stupid hole I’m tired of climbing out of.

What would you do? You don’t seem like the type to get into crap like this.

Saturday, August 30 At Dina’s and Jessie’s late at night

They’re making me play a board game, but rustling around the kitchen for snacks right now. Might have enough time to write down the hangout I had with Cat today.

It wasn’t even that much time. Just about…okay, fuck, most of my day. But I had fun and I thought it was worth it. The sucky part is that I kept thinking about that thing with Riley. She didn’t text me back, probably waiting. Or I’m just hoping she gave up.

But anyway, I hanged out with Cat at her dorm. She sat pretty close to me, her thigh brushed against mine whenever she laughed at something I said or leaned over to tell me a story. I wasn’t used to it so of course I fucking fumbled a little. We talked a little more about what she wanted to tattoo.

After a while I got comfortable enough to let her look at my arm. She’d insisted even after I told her it wasn’t something that never interested me.

“It’d look good right here.” She murmured with a small grin, and her hands held my arm with a little more confidence that I anticipated. She turned it around, and her thumb ran along my skin.

I had to look away, ‘cause I felt this stupid heat coming up my neck and I knew I was getting red, “Mm, never really thought about it.”

And when I looked back at her, she was already looking at me. Like she has this plan in her eyes that I can’t see. Is that normal?

“You should. It’d be hot.”

I might have short-circuited right there. I tried to come up with someone normal, average, or best  as a response.

I laughed and shook my head, looked down at my arm just as she turned my wrist for my palm to face upwards, “And that’s supposed to convince me.”

I think I saved face a little, until I looked at her and she turned her head upwards to look at me, “What. You need something else?”

I’m pretty sure my swallow echoed all over the room.

Did anything happen? No. It really didn’t. Because writing this shit now, it sounds like some rom-com crap. I don’t even remember how it derailed off from that moment. Just that I’m completely fucked when it comes to pretty girls.

And then the next part of the hangout, she began to draw on my arm. It wasn’t anything stupid, or little doodles here and there. She actually began to sketch out a tattoo she thought would look cool on me while we talked about class, or whatever thing that came to mind.

I let her do most of the talking, didn’t really feel up for it. But it was nice getting out of my head for a while.

Things I Learned About Cat

She has a dog back at home named Toto (funny name, I really tried not to crack up. It was too late, she smacked my arm when she realized my shoulders were shaking)

Her favorite color is green, which happens to be my favorite color too. Except hers is that weird bright one. I’m more of a deep green.

She didn’t intend to cut her hair that short, it just so happened that way because the barber misinterpreted how short she wanted it. It was already chopped before she could say anything (“Couldn’t you FEEL the scissors on your neck?” and she smacked me for that one, too.)

She went river rafting and bungee jumping with her friends last month. Which sounds fucking awesome. Gotta do that too.

Okay, where the hell are Jessie and Dina?

Author's note: Not sure if that's longer than the other ones. Not that I was keeping track necessarily. But the whole point of view thing for readers (you) I'M TRYING OKAY.

Also I know the story is slow but ummm I do slow-burn. Sorry sweaty. :/ I should probably add that to the masterlist thing.

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<3 beginning of hall of fame <3

@joonsaloe @kylorey25

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[k3n999]

I don't know what the heck this is but I wish to talk abt it for hours.

[exopelagic]

okay I severely misjudged spaghetti guy he’s actually just really cool

[bebethsas]

rage. *distant screaming*

heeeey, so uh *shaky laughter* does anyone else use Spectrum for their email inbox?

anyway, yeah, I just woke up about an hour ago (thank youuuu, PMS symptoms, making me anemic, sluggish, and *dramatically* tired, therefore making me sleep in 2-3 hours later than normal, and putting me at risk for another lecture about how I'm "getting off-schedule again"), had to re-login, and saw that they completely changed the web design of my inbox.

,,,

...anyway, so I believe that this video perfectly encapsulates the impotent, unhinged, aspie rage I feel right now at the change:

(I hope it's viewable to anyone who sees this post)

...I'm literally SHAKING with rage right now. If I weren't so damn hungry (I woke up hungry, but haven't left my PC b/c I WANT ANSWERS, DAMMIT!! BRING ME THE HEAD OF THE FOOL WHO DECIDED 'hEy lEt'S fUcK aRoUnD wiTh a lAyOuT tHaT iSn'T bRoKeN!' BRING ME HIS TESTICLES--or ovaries--ON A PLATTER SO THAT I MAY TEAR THEM APART WITH MY BARE HANDS!!!)

now, I'm sure that in 24 hours (or minutes) I might feel a bit embarrassed at snapping like this over something that is pretty trivial.

but you know the fuck WHAT??? I'm PMS-ing, as an autistic woman I'm *already* opposed to changes (but ESPECIALLY tiny, *completely* unnecessary ones), I just learned that my beloved car is on its last legs (so now I have to begin the tooth-pullingly stressful and painful job of looking for a new car), I'm struggling to find work so I'm kinda stuck setting up appointments to jump through the right hoops in order to get ACTUAL SUPPORT for my disabilities, for once, AND I'M FUCKING STARVING (nothing fills me up, nothing satisfies me, and then I have to start the process of finding something to eat *all over again* every 5-6 hours)!!!

And I'm also a woman who lives in a ""polite"" neighborhood, so going outside to scream out my rage would just result in someone calling the cops out of concern.

have you ever felt so angry, so full of rage, that you felt like your physical body wasn't an adequate conduit to express that rage? Like, when you try to let those feelings out, your body would be destroyed in the process?? THAT'S the level of rage I feel right now.

now if you'll excuse me, i have to go spam the feedback inbox some more.

TASTE MY WRATH, YOU MOTHERFU--

[lizardho]

When I came out, I was SO scared I was gonna get disowned. I wrote a letter to my parents, sent it to their emails, put a physical copy on the counter, and left the house for a few hours to give them time. In that time I tried coffee for the first time, which was a dreadful idea, and got all jittery. I kept waiting for a text or something but nothing happened.

After a few hours, I didn’t hear back from them so I went home. My parents were home and had stacked a bunch of groceries on top of the letter without opening it. They said “hi” and I said “hi” and went down stairs to the basement. I held my dog and panicked about what to do. My sister, who knew that I had written them a letter of great importance, told me they hadn’t read it yet. She also told me she could ask them to do so. I consented to this and stayed in the basement. A few minutes later my dad knocked on the door and poked his soft smooth little nerd head in and said “hey buddy” and I started crying so hard I almost vomited. He came over and gave me a BIG hug and said that it was gonna be OK, he was OK with this, he knew it must have been hard but he was here for me. He told me he and my mom had already talked years before they had me about how if they had to pick between their faith and their child they’d pick their child. It was a very sweet moment. I came out to my mom later that evening and we were both bawling the whole time.

The day after I came out to my parents, I came out to my brother @inbabylontheywept at a Mexican restaurant and he took it like a champ. That evening my mom took me for a walk and looked almost angry - she said she wanted to make sure that I didn’t use being a woman as an excuse to not go to grad school. I told her I wouldn’t and she instantly looked relieved and happier.

My dad, on the other hand, seemed to struggle with it. He kept asking me if I had a boyfriend, and I told him I did not. He kept asking me if I wanted to go clothes shopping with him and I did not. He kept asking me if I would let him go to some of my shows, and I had NO idea what he was talking about.

Finally, 6 months after coming out, of awkward misgendering and questions that didn’t make sense from my dad, he excitedly pokes his soft smooth little nerd head into my bedroom again and says “I found a movie about Your People.” My people. I was absolutely bewildered, but he was so excited and I knew he had been trying SO hard so I watched it with him. It was The Birdcage, and it was amazing. It also was revelatory in that I finally realized why my initially-supportive father seemed to be having such a hard time with my pronouns and stuff - he didn’t know what the difference between trans and doing drag was. After the movie he again asked if I would invite him to one of my shows, and I said, “Hey dad, you know how about half the world is women?” And he said “yeah,” and I said “Well, see, I’m on that half now. I’m not doing drag.” And it was like a switch flipped in his brain. He was like “omg that’s so easy? I was so confused about what to call you when?”

Anyway, my parents are charming and my family has been so kind and patient with me, I like sharing the stories of my little wins with them.

[dmdumouchel]

I just think it's funny how my coworker including me in both her post and IG stories made it look like I was way more included than I actually was in the ski trip

[velvrei]

can you please do like enemies to lovers that ends in smut with logan???? the face riding one you posted was SO GOOD. 

a/n at the end

tell me more

pairing: logan howlett x reader

summary: you and logan HATE each other. you are stuck in the void for a few days, and when you get out, it’s too late to go anywhere so you stay at wade’s place with logan. in the spare bedroom. with one bed.

word count: 8k

warnings: smut, rough sex, enemies to lovers, unprotected sex, degradation, switch!logan, mentions of blood and death, dance fighting, wade & his sexual comments

a/n: beware this is not proofread i’m too lazy

nsfw below the cut!

you disliked logan from the moment you met him. the two of you met through wade, your best friend and partner.

meanwhile, wade had a new best friend and partner in logan howlett. normally, jealousy would arise in such a circumstance, but it only created mini-competitions between the two of you.

the three of you were in the void. you were sitting in a chair, painting your toe-nails as you watched logan and wade fight to get their anger out.

you giggled as logan stabbed wade repeatedly with his claws, just sitting back and watching the show.

as you added your clear coat, it went almost completely silent and you looked up to see logan laying on wade, both of them with multiple wounds and covered in blood.

“you guys done yet?”

both boys groaned, making you grin as you fanned your newly painted toes and returned the nail polish to your bag.

a few minutes later, both guys were awake and walking towards you. you three needed a somewhere to stay, and you knew exactly where.

"i know where we can stay. this isn't my first time in the void, and there's a house where some hero's hide from cassandra. we can go there." wade listens to your words while logan just scoffs and rolls his eyes.

"and why are we listening to you?" logan's sassy remark made you roll your eyes.

"because i've been in the void before you dumb fuck. don't question me."

"what did you just call me?" logan growled, stepping toward you as you remained unbothered in your lawn chair.

"you heard me." your tone was sharp and sassy.

wade rolled his eyes before stepping in front of logan, stopping from getting any closer to you.

"guys. knock it off. we're gonna follow her, because she's been here before. got it, dog boy?" wade's nickname made you snicker, another nickname added to your dictionary.

“yeah dog boy.” you add on, earning a glare from wade.

“shut the fuck up, woman.” logan spat, his tone was bitter, and his eyes searched you up and down.

“you wish i would.” you spat right back, scoffing as you looking at your nails on your hand, acting completely unbothered by logan’s insults.

wade grabbed you out of the chair, and grabbed logan’s arm, practically dragging you both before shoving you forward.

before the three of you could even take another step, you saw a hidden figure standing on higher ground. he wore a hood over his head, and as he spoke, and revealed himself, it was johnny storm.

“there’s no time. they’re already almost here.” he points to the distance, physically pointing out the fact that cassandra’s army were already on their way to get you.

you swore under your breath as johnny jumped down, joining the three of you, it was now four against like, 100, and you knew you had no other way out of this but to face cassandra head on.

they all approached you fast, and quickly surrounded you. a man, with long hair and brown teeth, began to speak.

“ooo, she’s gonna love what i have for her.”

wade scoffed. “who is she, exactly?”

you smacked his shoulder earning a pathetic wince, causing logan to roll his eyes by the two of you.

the man ignored wade’s question, and before they even had a chance to fight, each of you were sucked by a magnet, and knocked unconscious.

when you woke up, you tried to move your body but it was restrained, looking up and seeing that you were tightly tied against logan. great.

you were in a moving ball, practically like a wired hamster house. your body was tightly maneuvered against his, breasts pressing against his chest, sighing in defeat as logan watched you struggle. “there’s no getting out of this.” his dark, husky voice made you look up, hating the fact that you couldn’t look anywhere but his eyes.

“i know where we’re going. i’ve been here before.”

johnny raised an eyebrow at that as he was tied up next to you, against wade. “you have? no one has ever escaped cassandra alive?”

you sighed. “well i have.”

logan rolled his eyes, hating that the attention was on you. “well aren’t you just the greatest. you escaped a bald bitch, boo fucking who.”

logan’s comment caused your knee to come up in between his legs and hit him in the dick, watching his face contort into pain, making you giggle.

after what felt like the longest ride ever, you arrived to cassandra’s lair, watching as she stepped out and observed the small group.

she untied everyone eventually, examining each person. when she walked up to you, she put her hands behind her back, giving you a smile.

“miss princess. lovely seeing you here again. you’ve escaped me once and it will take a lot for that to happen again.” her words made you swallow, a little frightened but not letting it show, so you held your ground against her.

“you don’t have to worry cass, it’ll happen again. i’m sure of it.” her eyes brighten at the nickname, giggling as she walked over to johnny storm.

it didn’t take long for her to release you as alioth slowly lowers from the sky, hungry for his next meal.

you quickly run over to a weird jet pack thing, watching as both boys follow you, johnny staying behind.

the three of you flew away on the magical item, you shouted quickly, “take us west! that’s where the house is!” she shouts to wade who is somehow controlling the thing from the bottom.

when you arrived at the house, you saw the others, as in the former x-men, which were all very familiar with you.

they greeted you, and you introduced them to the boys.

“this my friend wade! and this… is logan.” you say your excitement wandering off as you say logan’s name, wanting to purposely annoy him.

logan rolled his eyes and introduced himself to everybody sense you didn’t do it for him. the others noticed the frustrating tension between you and logan, most saw it as hatred, but gambit saw right through the both of you.

as everyone started to mingle, gambit approached you and introduced himself, his speed of speaking somehow easy for your brain to comprehend.

“you know, you and that logan guy would be one hot couple.” you almost choked on your spit, turning to him with your eyes wide.

“me… and logan…? like as in dog boy logan? like as in i fight people with claws like a furry, logan?” your comment made gambit chuckle, he nodded his head.

“yes, furry logan. it always startz as enemies, i tink you and him would really get along if you actully chose to.”

you rolled your eyes, “i’m gonna have to disagree with you on that one, mr gambit. i hate that man with a passion.”

he just shrugged his shoulders, looking around the room before looking over at you. “whatever you say, miss y/n. i may just see somefin you don’t.”

about an hour later, the group was all gathered around the table, trying to figure out a plan to capture and kill cassandra.

“okay. cassandra has her big army of dick-riders, so we have to find someway to distract/kill them without the others getting suspicious.” wade says, obviously opening the conversation for ideas.

“maybe we just go head first and attack them all?” electra suggests, which is a good idea, but someone would end up getting killed.

wade looks like he has a light bulb moment, and he turns to you. “remember that one time when we fought off those guys behind the bar in new york, and you did your little dance fighting thing, slowly killing them without the others knowing because you seduced them first,” wade said, sparking memory in your head. everyone else looked confused, while logan looked completely against the idea already.

“yes, how could i forget? that night started my tradition of dance fighting.”

wade smirks, “what if we use that in this? you seduce and fight the guards while we sneak in. i went by earlier and saw the army only comes out when it’s a group, so if it’s just you, seducing the guards, they won’t question a thing.”

wade’s idea makes your face lighten up, loving the idea of being the center of attention. “and how do we know this will work?” logan’s voice is obviously unamused.

“it’s never failed.” you spoke, shooting him a smirk before turning back to wade.

“yeah. let’s do it. i’ll walk up, distract the guard while you guys go through the back and sneak in, just give me a signal when you finally kill that bald bitch, because sway my hips for so long.”

your comment causes the other to laugh, except for logan, as usual. he just huffs, already not liking the idea.

you’re outside the house, everyone getting into the car, no seats for you and logan. “can you guys just sit in the trunk?”

you shoot him a look, knowing it won’t end well.

“out of all two people to out in the trunk, you should be smart enough to know him and i are the worst ones possible.”

logan scowled in agreement, if scowling in agreement was even possible.

wade just shrugged, telling you guys to suck it up and just get in the back, because we were only driving a few minutes.

you rolled your eyes, opening the back and getting in.

logan watched you with narrowed eyes, rolling his eyes before plopping in the trunk. he closed it behind him, and once it was closed, he scooted as far away as possible from you.

you scoffed and roll your eyes, “i don’t bite, ya know.” your words made him chuckle.

“you seem like you would with all those snarky comments you make.” his words make your mouth fall open, slightly offended.

“are you calling me a fucking ankle-biter?”

“yes.”

logan’s quick yes added to your loss for words, unable to form a sentence as you just sat there with your mouth open.

logan chuckled, but realized he was chuckling and stopped himself, quickly looking out the back window, trying to hide the fact he almost got comfortable around you.

when you guys finally arrived, wade got out and hit the button on the trunk.

logan got out abnormally fast, making wade laugh. you got out, grabbing your suit.

when you got you, wade closed the back and got back in the car, driving away and leaving you there.

you ran to the nearest room, changed into your suit, then stared walking toward cassandra's lair.

wade was parking on the side, his car hidden as he watched you slowly walk up to the group, boombox in hand.

wade pressed play on his phone, the song 'murder on the dancefloor' starting to blast on the boombox, drawing attention to you as you slowly walked up to the guards.

you set the boombox down onto the ground, walking up to the first guard, smiling at him as you placed both your hands on his shoulders, swaying your hips.

you slowly swayed down his body, hands roaming all over him. he was clearly into it, and that's what made it even better for you.

you slowly brought him to the side, pretending to kiss him, knocking him unconscious.

you slowly knocked down each guard with your moves and hands, seducing them then knocking them out.

you left them all in a pile, on top of each other, on the side of cassandra's lair.

when you were done, you walked over to the car, knocking on the window, as wade rolls it down.

"haven't seen you in your suit doing your thing for a few years! that was perfect!" wade exclaimed, getting out of the car.

you smiled, noticing how quite logan was from the trunk.

"you have about 30 minutes to get your asses in there before all the guards wake up." is all you say, earning a nod from wade and the rest of the group.

"yes ma'am." wade says, only half joking.

you nod as everyone gets out of the car, you push the button in the back so logan is able to do that.

logan huffs as he finally gets out. "i didn't need your help."

you could tell something was up. something different.

you roll your eyes, “oh, my bad mr. tough guy.” logan let out a scowl, and you watch his body shivered. you were unsure whether it was from anger or something else.

“you just love to push my buttons, don’t you.” his raspy, low voice caused you to turn your head, noticing the fact that he was actually pissed off by you. it made you want to annoy him more. you’d been grating on his nerves for this whole mission, and it barely even started.

“yes. that’s my job, dog boy, keep you on your toes.”

as much as you may despise logan, you have to grant it to him, he knows what he's doing, and he's admirable with it. this time, his voice is tired, not annoyed.

which makes you hold back a giggle. you’re tiring him. that’s something you find cute. “whatever woman, just shut up.”

and you do. you figure you can always annoy him more later, but right now there’s grater matters to deal with.

you hop back into the car, going into the front and making yourself comfortable as the others go to fight. your part was done and now you were more than happy to take the time you could to relax.

later that day, the mission was over with, and it didn't go as planned.

"i did all that ass shaking for nothing?" your words cause the group to have a collective laugh, except for logan, per usual.

"you'll live." his comment sends a shot through your heart, which you show, pretending to faint and holding your heart with your right hand.

"no.. i won't," you say, in stuttered breaths. wade just rolled his eyes at how dramatic you were, but the others seemed to love your jokes.

"will you quit that, you dramatic dingo?" wade's words snd nickname cause you to stop, bursting out into laughter with the rest of the team. except again for the usual exception, logan.

after everyone calms down it's settled that you, wade and logan were going to go through the portal, while the others stayed behind and you got them out later.

you arrived once again at cassandra's lair. yesterday you had captured her and she offered to let you guys to the real world, however, with a price. that woman never gave out things for free. there was some kind of catch and you knew that, but chose to ignore it for the time being, more ready to go back home to your regular universe.

it was just before dark, and as you walked into the lair, cassandra was sat in her chair, she turned to face you as you walked up the ramp. "hello boys, and y/n. welcome back. are you finally set for our trade?"

the three of you nodded, wade stepped forward. "yes we're ready miss death giver. please send us home." his words were so unserious, yet spoken in a serious tone and it almost made it seem serious. even logan almost chuckled.

cassandra opened the portal, watching carefully as the three of you walked through. you made it through, feeling as if you were falling to your death.

as you were falling from the sky, you turned to see logan, next to you, also falling, questionably close to you. he still managed to have his signature grumpiness as he was practically falling to his death, and he rolled his eyes and held a hand out to you, which caused your eyebrow to raise.

was he being... thoughtful toward you? that's a fucking first.

you accepted his hand, the two of you falling together onto a tree, groaning as the pain was still present. you heard some kind of click in the sky and slowly watched wade fall, landing on a poison ivy garden. you chuckled, then turned to logan, seeing his eyes still shut, his breath huffing and puffing. you then looked down, noticing that your hands were still holding each other.

you started to panic and let go, watching his eyes open slowly and his breathing start to slow down. "what, didn't want to hold my hand?" his snarky comment caused you to roll your eyes.

"no. you'll live." you say, using his comment from earlier.

he bares his teeth as a way of holding back another mean comment, watching as you slowly got up, starting to make your way over to wade, leaving his limp body there, by himself.

finally, the three of you make it back to wade's home. it was practically midnight and all the three of you were extremely drained after the day you had.

"you guys can stay here for the night with me, i have a spare bedroom and a couch." wade's words made you perk up, but logan beat you to it before you could say anything.

"you can take the couch. you're small enough to fit on it." you clench your jaw at logan's comment, sighing as wade shakes his head.

“not in my house, logan. as much as i love you mr. mutt, miss twerkalator over here gets the bed. unless you two want to share it."

logan looks at you, eyeing you up and down before shaking his head. "i'll take the couch."

you two walk into the room, and logan's eyes widen at the king sized bed.

he turns to you, his face obviously fighting back a decision. "we can share it. if that's okay with you. i propose a pillow wall."

you shook your head and giggled. "fine logan. only if there's a pillow wall. i want the right side though."

with a roll of his eyes, he sets his stuff down on the left side, you go out to say goodnight to wade, who must've changed into sweatpants and a hoodie cause he's no longer in his suit.

when you walk out, he's is wiggling his eyebrows at you. "you two have fun sharing that bed, okay? if you decide to fuck, let me know so i can come watch."

his words make you physically cringe, watching as his face is purely serious. this man was not joking. you roll your eyes, "there will be no fucking on your spare bed, wade. especially not with him." your cold words make wade shake his head.

"whatever you say, princess. if i hear moaning i'll assume it's the neighbors."

his final comment makes you flip him off as you walk back into the room, he blows you a kiss before you shut the door behind you.

logan is in the bathroom, then he walks out. "there's a shower in here. just letting you know. i'm gonna take one first, you can go after me if you need to." his tone seems calmer, but you assumed it was only because of his tiredness.

you nodded, just accepting the fact he was showering first and sitting yourself on the floor, grabbing your phone.

you didn't want to get the bed dirty, especially with your suit. so you just picked out your clothes, and waited for logan to be finished with his shower.

another quite twenty minutes and the bathroom door swung open.

he walks out, a plain white towel hanging low around his hips, his chest hair carrying small water droplets, a few dropping to the floor as he walked. his body is sculpted and wonderfully chiseled. his chest was defined, along with his abs, his veins evident, and his abs defined. there was a little trail of hair along his v-line, leading to below the towel. his beard had a few drops of water still left in it, assuming it was damp.

you swallowed, trying to ignore the fact that his body was perfect, setting your clothes onto the bed and rushing yourself into the shower.

you tried to push back the possible thoughts of him looking delicious, and decided to just brush them off in your shower. but as you stepped in, it got worse.

the warm water hit your cold skin, almost like a reverse burn, but a good burn. it felt nice on your timid skin, you used this as a way to try and ignore the feeling you just had when you saw logan shirtless.

as much as you hated him, you couldn’t deny it. he was fucking hot. and his body was even hotter.

you physically shook off the thoughts as you noticed a face wash in the shower. wade and his skincare. you grabbed it and used it, aggressively washing your face from all the dirty thoughts you just had and then washing your body, your hair, adding conditioner, then stepping out of the shower.

you dry of your body, deciding to do the same thing he did. you walked out, your breasts pushed up on the towel as you held it, grabbing your clothes off the bed, then walking back into the bathroom to change.

as you shut the door, you caught a glimpse of logan staring at your body and when he quickly looked away, you knew you had got him.

you got yourself changed, throwing your hair into one of wade’s bright pink towels and going to sit on the bed. you were sat awkwardly on one side, while logan was sat awkwardly on the other.

you grabbed your phone, trying to drown out the awkward silence through your instagram feed, but it wasn’t cutting it.

logan wasn’t even trying to deny the awkward silence, he just stood there, letting his thoughts overload his brain.

he huffed, before grabbing the towel by his bed, placing it onto his pillow and setting his head down. “i’m gonna go to sleep. don’t wake me up.”

his harsh words make you want to laugh, remembering the scared look he had on his face when you caught him staring form just minutes ago, but you decided to let him rest and leave him be for the night.

he quickly fell asleep, beginning to snore, which made you laugh, but you quickly got tired yourself and set the phone down, plugging it in and falling asleep yourself.

you slept for a few hours, before you woke up, your mouth incredibly dry and in need of some water.

you slowly got up, trying not to knock over the pillow wall as you did so, you slowly opened and shut the door behind you, trying to refrain from any noise. you walked out to the kitchen, grabbing a glass from wade’s cupboard and filling it up with his fancy filtered water from the fridge. you took a sip, the cold liquid instantly wetting your throat, easing your cotton mouth.

you started to look at the magnets on wade’s fridge, smiling as you saw multiple pictures, even one of you and him. it was a selfie he stopped to take in the middle of a mission. he was a fucking goofball.

you turned and jumped, seeing logan behind you. he was grabbing a glass for himself. “did i scare you?” he just chuckled at you and got some of the tap water, chugging it. he obviously knew the answer to that and was just asking to piss you off even more.

you rolled your eyes, ignoring his question and getting more to the water from the filter. he rolled his eyes. “filtered water? seriously? now i see why you and wade get along so well. you both are incredibly boujee.” his use of the word boujee practically makes you spit out your water into the sink.

“i never expected that word to be in your dictionary.” you said, honestly, watching as he chuckled, filling up his water and sipping it this time.

“there’s a lot of things you don’t know about me.” his voice was low and raspy, lower than usual. it was his sleepy voice, you were trying not to let it get it you. didn’t matter what he said. it was the voice that was the problem.

“yeah? like that you snore in your sleep? just found that out a few hours ago.”

logan scoffed, clenching then unclenching his jaw, holding back a roll of his eyes. “yes, i snore. i didn’t even know until my ex-wife told me.”

the mention of his ex-wife made the room go silent, with the exception of the faucet dropping a few times.

his comment just reminded you of how much older he was than you. you decided to not let it be awkward by keeping the conversation going.

“ex-wife huh? how many of those have you had?” your snark comment making his eyes actually roll this time.

he could hear the teasing nature in your voice and didn’t take it the wrong way, but was still acting annoyed, because he always tried to be with you.

“i’m not answering that question.” his response made you giggle. you just smiled to him, deciding to tease him a bit.

“you gonna make me guess?”

with a roll of his eyes he set his glass into the sink, and you didn’t realize his body was slowly getting closer to yours.

“don’t guess. cause i won’t tell you.”

you hid back a smile, looking up at him. “you know, i caught you staring earlier.” your blunt comment made all his attention go on you, eyes searching you up and down for any sign of discomfort at the thought of him staring at your body.

“i was not staring.” his voice was still low and husky, making your stomach get butterflies. you watched to stop them but you couldn’t help it. logan was towering over you and all you could do was look up at him.

he body moved closer to you as you said your next comment. “you definitely were. i saw it with my own two eyes.”

your comment must’ve struck a nerve in him, because his body was now fully pressed up against you, one hand on your hip while the other rested on the fridge above your head. you were unsure of what to do, he practically had you pinned to the fridge.

“i said, i wasn’t staring, doll. what part of that don’t you get?” he spoke slower this time, eyes daggering into yours, making your heart flutter.

“okay. you weren’t staring.” your words make him smile a bit.

“that’s right.” his voice was taunting almost, and it made you shiver. he stared down at you, and as he separated himself from you, you noticed, a bulge in his pants. you giggled to yourself as he walked back into the room. leaving you there, with your many ideas in your head of how the rest of the night could go.

you take a deep breath, composing yourself before walking back into the room. you laid down on your side of the pillow wall, staring at the ceiling. little did you know he was doing the same.

you took a deep breath before you said your next sentence. “you know, it’s okay to get a boner. it’s normal.”

your comforting yet embarrassing words caused his cheeks to flush. your words made him realize you noticed his bulge, and he huffed before throwing each of the four pillows in the pillow wall onto the floor.

“what did you just say?”

you tried to hide back your amused giggle. “you heard me and you know it.”

your eyes glared into his, watching his face as his jaw clenched. he knew he’d been caught.

“i said, it’s okay to have a boner. i know you’re hard because of our interaction. and because of seeing me in nothing but a towel. you don’t have to hide your attraction for me, logan. i’m not stupid. i know it’s there.”

your words cause a battle within him internally. there’s no denying that your words sent a shiver down his body. frankly, he wouldn't be surprised if a wet patch appeared in his pants.

he tries to think of something snarky to respond with, wanting to ignore the aroused feeling he had, not wanting you to have the slightest hint about how he was feeling.

you decided to speak again before he could, "in fact, i'm sure it's getting worse the more i speak-" you don't have time to finish your surly sentence before he's right there, his hot breath fanning your face from above, his forearms on either side of your head, trapping you in.

"you know what? yeah. you're the reason why i'm hard. doing your fucking dance fighting. i had to hide how hard i was. watching you kill those guys so effortlessly, and looking sexy while you did it. and, god you walking around here in nothing but a towel, last night where you worse the littlest shorts that barely even cover your ass. that's what made me hard. god, and i've been trying to hide it for so long but it just seems like i'm affecting you too."

he growls, his face falling to your neck, the intersection of your shoulder, his lips just brushing the flesh before inhaling deeply; almost animalistic.

you smile, looking up at him, getting another idea. you bat your eyelashes and take his hand, knocking him to his side as he's forced to lay next to you. “lo, you do affect me, so bad," you take his hand and lead it down to your core, pressing his hand to your clothed pussy. "right here. you feel that? feel how wet i am? it's all cause of you."

you watch as his mouth falls open and his pants tighten, seeing his dick twitch in his sweatpants. he's at a loss for words. he was expecting you to submit to him, but the way you didn't sent shivers down his spine.

"yeah? i did that?" his mouth now forms to a smirk, looking over at you, down to your lips and up to your eyes.

"yes you did. and i've been aching, waiting for you to come help me out." you watch as his head falls back, a puff of air falling from his mouth.

"fuck, stop talking." his command only eggs you on. you being the little menace you are, continue with your teasing.

"need you so bad logan. so bad right here. she's been aching. calling for you. god, she's so tight and needs something to stretch her out, think you can do that? i bet you’re so big, could stretch her out real good.”

you watch as his body shakes, and you notice a wet patch on his sweatpants, realizing the fact that he just came, just from the words you were saying and the slight touch of your clothed pussy.

"you must've been waiting for this huh? already came in your pants. naughty boy."

logan doesn't let you get another word, because his lips press to yours. after so much waiting, the tension was finally being released through a kiss.

the two of you continue your messy kiss, and it doesn't take long for his hands to stray, his palms skimming down your hot flesh, and leaving goose bumps in his wake.

“fucking hell, woman,” he whines, getting on top of you again, kissing your lips. "you're gonna look so much better when I mark you up, every inch of you. you already look like you’re mine."

his words made you moan, tugging at your shirt, signaling for you to take it off, which you do, you throw it over your head and across the room. leaving you in nothing but your soaked panties.

“god, so fucking pretty. you know how hard it was for me not to do this to you earlier on? you know how long i’ve been fucking waiting?” his harsh words make your body tremble. he slowly kissed your breasts.

his tongue swirled across your left nipple, sucking on it, eyes up on you, watching your face, watching it contort into pleasure because of him.

he kisses and gives love to the other breast, sucking on it as his hands slowly roam your body, overstimulating you with his touch.

he slowly descends while pulling at the waist of your panties. it appears like that's when he realizes it, pulling away from you, breathing heavily, his beard tingling your hip bones.

his desperate eyes look up at you, searching your face for any regret to which he found none.

he takes off your panties, shoving them in his pocket. "i'm gonna keep these."

his words make you moan again. you look down and he has a devilish grin on his face, both his arms wrapping around your legs, nibbling on your thighs before starting to devour as if he's starving and you're his last meal.

his tongue immediately fucks into your hole, eyes never leaving your face as he works his magic. his nose rubs against your clit, moaning the more he gets into it.

he was being so messy, and it was making you wetter, which then continued to make the situation even messier.

his facial hair caresses your swelling pearl as he eats you whole, without any hesitation—to him, you are a complete feast.

the most exquisite sight you have ever seen is his tongue in your pussy as he gives you sloppy kisses.

you can only watch, gripping his hair and running your fingers through his dark locks, yanking for some semblance of stability, something to keep you bound to this world because the pleasure you feel is unfathomable.

"fuck, logan that feels amazing?" your words only edge him on, watching as his silly smirk turns to a devilish grin.

"does it baby? tell me more." his voice is still low and husky, and he grips your thighs tighter, noticing your body shaking.

but you're so close, perched precariously on the brink of something amazing, something profound, something cosmic. you are crying as he gets closer and closer to you, enjoying every taste of his tongue in your cave and every nuzzle of his nose to your extremely sensitive spot.

"i'm so close." is all you are able to say, feeling a bit embarrassed at the fact the man you once despised was now between your legs, making you yell for him.

"yeah? come on doll, i'll take you there." his words mixed with his stimulations on your clit and fucking of your hole finally bring you to the edge.

your body trembles and shakes as he makes you cum for the first time of the night, you drench his face in your juices, loving how intimate he was with his way pleasuring you.

"good fucking girl." his words combined with his look turns you back on instantly, sending shivers down to your core as you finally come down from your high.

he comes up, you place both hands on either sides of his face, his soaked beard tickling your fingers. "you're gonna ruin me, aren't you?"

his smile only grows, as he begins to lower his sweatpants, "i'm gonna make it so no other man is able to top what i do to you tonight."

his words make you moan, he presses a kiss to your forehead before letting his dick free, you watched as the precum dripped onto your stomach, trying to ignore how hot it was. god, even his dick was hairy. but today was the day you finally decided to admit that you loved every fucking hair on his body.

he slowly aligned with your aching pussy, which is practically waiting just to suck him in. he slowly pushes in, earning a moan to fall from his soaked lips.

you hiss, but as he stretches you, the minor pain only makes you want to absorb him completely more. your ass reaches his thighs, causing you to realize that he's now balls deep in you.

he mutters, "fucking hell," letting out the most agonizing sigh yet.

his movements begin slowly as you becomes accustomed to his immense girth filling you up to the brim.

even the smallest movement causes your walls to become tense around the ridges of his dick, grinding against you so strongly. with each rock, his breathing gets deeper, his eager pants and short pleas filling the air as he picks up tempo.

he moves faster, eyes gazing into yours, he pulls his hand up and places it on your stomach, pressing down knowing it would increase the pleasure for you.

“tell me baby, talk to me. how does it feel?” he already knew the answer to that, but he absolutely loved the thought of you beneath him, trembling under of his manipulation.

“so fucking good.” your harsh words make his dick twitch.

“yeah? tell me more, hon.” your head falls back, hair sprawling onto the pillows as your body shook, feeling overstimulated by his words and thrusts, that were picking up speed, and the fact that you had already came once, and fast. you knew you wouldn’t last much longer.

he looks down at you, letting his hand trail from your stomach to your mouth. “open.”

you watch carefully, eyes never leaving his as his fingers slowly slide into your mouth, moaning as he remains eye contact and watches you suck on them. seeing that makes him imagine how good your tight little mouth would feel around his dick.

“god, you’re gorgeous.” he says, finally admitting it.

all you can do it smile, realizing this is the first time he’s ever genuinely complimented you, and you decided to take it in, and tease him with it. per usual.

“think that’s the first time you’ve ever complimented me. you finally letting yourself see how fucking hot i am?”

your words apparently get to him because he winces. not a sad wince, a pathetic ‘i need to cum’ type wince.

“stop that.” his voice is harsh, a bit whiny, as he continues to thrust into you, both hand now on your hips as he hovers above you, his tip hitting your cervix, stretching you out just for him.

"stop what, logan? you don't like hearing about how we could've fucked so much earlier, if you just quit the fucking act and admitted how horny i made you?" your dirty talk was working on him and you were loving it.

the man was whimpering, his hips starting to stutter, as he pounded into you, wanting to make you cum before he did.

"if you keep talking like that i'm gonna cum, y/n." you smiled up at him, knowing you were close as well.

your tired eyes batted up at him, a small smile forming on your face.

"then cum. do it. fucking cum, i'll cum with you, yeah? filling me up so good, you feel her clenching? that's all from you baby, you got me this hot and bothered, now make me fucking cum." your words flipped a switch in him.

he started pounding into you, balls slapping repeatedly against your ass as he moved, keeping his same pace but now fucking you harder.

he moaned into your ear, "yeah? i'll make you fucking cum. gonna make you cum so hard the only thing you'll remember is my fucking name," his harsh words and the fact he could go from submissive to dominant so fast made you go over the edge for the final time that night.

you finally came, the continuous pressure in your bundle of nerves, the hot white wave of pleasure sends you hurtling through the sky and to heaven in an instant, leaving you in a state of unrestrained bliss that you cannot predict.

your body is electrified from head to toe. somewhere in the mix of your earth-shattering orgasm logan came as well, the sight of you in such state making him reach his peak, filling your walls with his hot sticky cum.

you both sat there for a second, catching your breath, and suddenly you looked down to see logan’s hot cum gushing out of you and onto the bedsheets, the sight becoming to hot to handle, as you both moaned in unison.

he got up and went to the bathroom, getting a rag from the cupboard and drowning it in hot sink water, ringing it out before walking over to you and cleaning you up.

his tongue licked up some of the mixed cum, and you watched with big eyes, feeling even more aroused at the sight.

he used the rag to get the rest and wipe off his beard from your juices.

he threw the rag into the hamper, climbing into bed next to you again, this time a lot closer and with no pillow wall.

instead, you rested in his arms, smiling up at him, as the two of you finally fell asleep.

the next morning, you and logan lay for a bit before you throw on one of his shirts and some of your shorts and walk out to the kitchen, seeing wade sitting at this dining table with his fake glasses on, drinking a cup of coffee in his ‘love yourself’ mug.

he eyes the both of you as you walk out, taking note of the outfit changes.

he smiled. “morning sunshine’s. how’d the night go? did you guys hear my neighbors downstairs at all? sounded like they were getting it on, the guy was moaning and groaning, must’ve been havin’ a grand ole’ time,” wade says, doing the thrust motion with his arms up causing logan’s face to turn a bit pink, making you laugh loudly.

he came up to you, hands around your waist and lips near your ear.

“try to walk in a straight line, sweetheart, then we’ll see who’s laughing.”

a/n: SURPRISEEEE hiii guys! this is what i have been working on all day! i wanted to spoil you with more then just a drabble while i had motivation. MWAH I HOPE U ENJOYED!

[calypso-rt]

You're Not Even That Hot (Except You Are)

You don’t mean to find him.

You weren’t even supposed to be at this party. You came for the free drinks, maybe a little dancing, definitely not to play emotional support animal for Rafe Cameron, certified menace and six-foot-tall hurricane with a trust fund.

But there he is. Face-down on a couch that does not belong to him, talking to a throw pillow.

You pause. Blink.

“Rafe?”

The pillow does not answer. Rafe, unfortunately, does.

“Shh,” he slurs, patting the pillow’s invisible shoulder. “She’s here. Act cool.”

You squint. “Who’s—?”

He rolls over dramatically and looks up at you with the laziest, smuggest grin, like this is all part of some long con. “You,” he announces. “My girlfriend.”

“I’m not your—”

“Shhh,” he says again, louder this time. “Don’t ruin it.”

You sigh, kneeling down beside him. “How much have you had to drink?”

He counts on his fingers. One. Two. Stops at two. “Eight.”

“Great. That explains why your wingman is a pillow”

Rafe frowns like you’re the one acting irrationally. “Pillow was being really understanding, actually.”

You roll your eyes and start checking his pulse just to be sure he’s not dying. “Where are your shoes?”

He gasps. “They left me.”

“Oh my god.”

You glance around for someone, anyone, to help. But it’s Outer Banks chaos as usual: music too loud, kids too rich, and not a responsible soul in sight. Lucky you.

You sigh again, louder this time, and tug his arm. “Come on, we’re getting out of here.”

To your surprise, he follows, sort of. He stumbles to his feet, promptly sways sideways, and ends up with his face smushed against your hair. “You smell good,” he mumbles.

“You smell like bad choices and tequila.”

He grins. “Hot.”

Ten minutes later. Your car.

Rafe is in your passenger seat with his legs dramatically spread like he owns the thing. Window down. Head tilted back. Groaning like he’s dying of heartbreak. You should leave him on the side of the road. You really should. Instead, you drive.

“You okay?” you ask, because you’re weak.

“I’m fine,” he says, then turns to look at you with the saddest puppy eyes you’ve ever seen. “Are you okay?”

“I’m not the one who drunkenly declared war on my shoes and then told a pillow to stop talking.”

He pauses. “Right. But you’re still the prettiest person in the car.”

“It’s just me and you, Rafe.”

“Exactly,” he whispers like it’s the biggest compliment he’s ever given.

You try not to smile. You fail.

Later. Your place.

You finally get him to drink water and lie down, and for a second, he just stares at your ceiling like it’s whispering secrets to him. Then:

“I like you.”

You freeze. “You’re drunk.”

He rolls onto his side, eyes half-lidded, voice soft now. “I liked you when I wasn’t.”

“You barely talk to me when you’re sober.”

He shrugs, sleepy. “’Cause I get weird. Like nervous. Like ‘guy who accidentally insults the girl he likes and then leaves the room’ nervous.”

You blink. “So the other day when you said I looked like I need to get out more...?”

“...I meant you’re smarter than me and it’s hot.”

“…Oh.”

Rafe yawns. “Don’t hold it against me. I’m, like… emotionally constipated.”

You snort. “That’s the most self-aware thing you’ve ever said.”

“Thank you,” he says seriously, like you’ve just knighted him.

You hand him a trash bin just in case. He smiles sleepily at you like you hung the moon.

“You gonna stay till I don’t feel like dyin'?” he asks.

You hesitate. Then nod.

He closes his eyes and whispers, “You’re not even that hot.”

You gape. “Excuse me?!”

His lips twitch. “Just making sure you’re still listening.”

You throw a pillow at him. He catches it, and then, with a ridiculous amount of effort, tosses it back into your lap. You roll your eyes and tuck the blanket around him.

Of all the disasters in the world… you had to go and catch feelings for this one.

Figures.

[starryjake]

medicine | s.j

in which jake is sick and the only thing that will make him feel better is a taste of you.

pairing: jake x fem!reader

includes: face sitting, oral sex, jake being sick, squirting, cumming untouched, cumming in pants, face riding (lmk if i missed anything).

jake was game to eat you out at any time.

you’re exhausted after a long day of work or classes? jake was there already kneeling in front of the bed, awaiting your pussy.

it’s the middle of the night and you’re tucked into bed, fast asleep? jake can’t help the craving he gets and just has to have one lick of your addictive taste before he’s able to fall asleep.

you step foot out of the shower and within less than a minute, jake is laying you down in the tub and devouring your pussy.

the point was, it didn’t matter the occasion. jake just always wanted to eat you out.

that was never anything you felt the need to complain about. you knew people who’s boyfriends refused to go down on them and you couldn’t believe it. you and your boyfriend had just about the opposite of that problem.

but since jake was always game, that meant he wanted it even when he was in not-so-great situations himself.

“no, jake,” you said assertively, shaking your head.

“please,” he begged, looking at you with those pleasing puppy-dog eyes.

at any other given time, you would’ve said yes. just like jake always wanted to eat you out, you always wanted to get eaten out. you two were a match made in heaven.

however, jake had picked up some virus going around campus and had been completely knocked out by it. he’d spent the past two days in bed sleeping, trying to rid his body of the sickness.

you’d been his faithful nurse, staying close by in case he needed anything. you made him soup, brought him medicine every few hours, monitored his temperature, and gave him everything else he could’ve possibly needed. except, that is, the one thing he actually wanted.

“why not?” he practically whimpered. “it’s been days. i deserve it. i’ll feel so much better.”

his desperation almost made you laugh. he wanted you so badly and if he wasn’t as sick as he was, you would’ve given it to him, but he just wasn’t well enough. he was still sniffly, still weak, still running a fever, and just simply was not in the right position to be giving you head.

“you deserve it?” you couldn’t hold back the laugh this time.

“i do!” he whined, not finding the situation funny whatsoever. “i’ve been stuck in this bed for days feeling like shit and all i want is to have my face buried between your legs. just a taste, baby, please.”

you shook your head.

“just a taste is gonna turn into you eating me out for hours,” you said.

“and what’s wrong with that?” he pouted.

“you need to be sleeping and getting better,” you told him.

he leaned forward in your shared bed to get closer to you, who was sitting at the foot of the bed. he placed his hand on your thigh, tilting his head to the side.

“your pussy will make me better,” he said softly.

you placed your hand on top of his, looking into his pleading eyes. he was still so handsome, even as sick as he was. you were tempted, you had to admit.

“i don’t know, jake,” you said.

“please, baby,” he begged you, practically on the verge of tears. “i’ll make you feel so good, i promise.”

his pink cheeks, his swollen lips, his teary eyes, you just couldn’t say no to him.

plus, he said it would help him feel better, so how could you argue with that?

“fine,” you gave in. “lay back.”

jake bit his lip to prevent himself from smiling in victory. his eyes lit up when you agreed and he immediately complied, lying back down on his back.

you crawled up the bed until you made it to his abdomen. you planted your knees on either side of him and hovered over his body, second guessing whether you should actually do this.

“are you sure, jake?” you sighed.

jake’s face flashed with terror at the mere idea of you changing your mind. his eyebrows furrowed together in worry.

“i’m sure,” he insisted. “please, i need it. it’s my medicine.”

for whatever reason, his words turned you on. calling your pussy his medicine was all you needed to hear to shuffle your shorts down your legs, leaving you bare and exposed to him.

he licked his lips and watched you closely as you crawled up the remainder of his body until landing by his face. you hovered above him, sighing at the sight of him underneath you.

“sit,” he urged, beyond eager to get his tongue inside you.

“stop me if you can’t breathe,” you warned, knowing his nose was stuffed and his mouth would be occupied.

he didn’t say anything, just grabbed your hips and pulled you down so you were actually sitting on his face.

a surprised moan escaped your lips as jake immediately started licking your folds, gathering all your wetness on his tongue. he moaned, muffled, but the vibrations from it were extremely pleasurable.

you dug your hand in his mop of messy hair, legs already starting to tremble as he swiped his tongue up and down the length of your pussy.

you looked down and you could just tell he was in his most happy place. his eyes were closed, savoring the sensation of licking your pussy and tasting your sweet arousal. he was almost moaning as much as you were, certainly enjoying it as much as you, if not more.

you turned your head back and weren’t surprised at all by the sight of his hips thrusting up into the air, desperate for any kind of friction. his neglected cock was straining against his pajama pants, but you knew he wasn’t expecting you to touch him. he just wanted to eat you out, and that was enough for him.

“tastes so fucking good,” he said through an exhale, taking a second to catch his breath.

“are you doing okay?” you asked him, raising yourself off his face.

“more than okay,” he assured you. “i could do this all fucking night.”

he grabbed your hips and pulled you back down onto his face, going straight for your clit this time. he wrapped his lips around the bud and sucked on it softly, swallowing your taste.

you yelped, your legs clenching around his face.

“oh fuck, jake,” you cried out, your grip tightening in his hair.

he released his suction on your clit and went back to gliding his tongue up and down your pussy. he stopped at your hole and delved his tongue inside, letting out a broken moan at your tight walls around his tongue.

you found yourself slightly grinding on his face, subconsciously trying to rub your clit against his nose while he thrusted his tongue in and out of your hole. you knew he didn’t care. in fact, he loved it. he loved you humping his face in an attempt to increase the pleasure.

you sat up again, removing your pussy from his face. a string of your arousal mixed with his spit kept your pussy connected to his lips.

he looked up at you in confusion and even a slight hint of frustration as to why you just took away his treat—your pussy.

“why?” he asked urgently.

“your forehead is so warm, jakey,” you said, having brushed against it while you were tugging his hair.

it’d brought you back down to earth, reminding you that you were riding the face of someone who was not entirely up to health.

“i’m fine,” he said, annoyed. “i feel so good, please just come back. let me have it again.”

he was so, so desperate. you knew you should get off and let him get some sleep, but he wanted it so bad. so, you lowered your hips back down to his face and allowed him to lick up your pussy lips.

“fuck, thank you,” he moaned out, relieved to have your warm pussy back on his face. “i feel good, i promise. just need your pussy on me, baby, that’s all.”

you sighed in pleasure, leaning back slightly and starting to grind again. jake closed his eyes again, lapping and slurping at your pussy.

your stomach was warm and the knot would unravel soon, you were sure of it. he was so good at eating you out, you never lasted long.

“harder,” he urged, pulling you down on his face even more. “ride my face harder, baby.”

you whimpered, humping his face harder. your puffy clit hit the tip of his nose every time you fucked your hips forward. jake fucking loved it. he loved inhaling through his nose and smelling your sweet pussy, having it right there in front of him.

he loved you sitting on his face just as much as he loved laying on his stomach and eating you out regularly. he loved when you would just lose all control and ride his face like you were riding his cock. he loved to be used.

“fuck, jake,” you sobbed out. “i’m gonna fucking cum, oh my—don’t stop, please don’t stop. fuck, i’m cumming!”

you squealed as your orgasm washed over you. your legs tightened around his face and his tongue quickened, eating your pussy through your orgasm and lapping at the excess wetness dripping out of you. you fucked his face, letting all your weight sit on him because your brain was in too much of a fog to care.

“fuck,” jake moaned against you. “you’re so fucking hot, angel. wait! don’t get up.”

he gripped your waist, stopping you from climbing off his face.

“why? you should sleep now,” you said, catching your breath from your orgasm.

he shook his head, pulling you back down.

“need more,” he mumbled, lightly circling your clit with the tip of his tongue, going gentle as to not overstimulate you.

“no, jake,” you declined, however made no attempt to stop him.

“shh,” he shushed you, disregarding your words. “please, baby. i just need a little more and then i’ll be all better, promise.”

you whimpered as he rubbed his wet tongue on your drenched folds. he wrapped his arms around your thighs, basically keeping you trapped on his face.

“jake,” you whispered, pushing some stray strands of hair out of his forehead.

“so good,” he mumbled, flattening his tongue. “ride my tongue, baby. c’mon, i know you can do it.”

you started grinding back and forth on his tongue, head falling back at the sensation. his tongue was so warm and wet and felt euphoric as he laid it out for you to use, to rub your spent pussy on.

if jake was paying attention to his own cock, he’d realize how much pain he was in. he was so, so hard, and needed to be touched desperately. but he couldn’t. he just wanted your pussy and nothing else, not even oxygen.

“fuck,” you moaned. “feels so fucking good, jake. i think i’m gonna cum a lot.”

you didn’t know what you were saying. you were so fucked out and jake was too pussy drunk and sick to comprehend your words either.

you knew what you meant, but he didn’t.

you rubbed your pussy all over his face, getting your wetness all over his nose, his cheeks, and his chin. he started licking you again, moaning nonstop.

“i’m gonna—mm, jake! i’m cumming!”

it hit you a lot faster this time, so fast that you couldn’t even give him a proper warning.

you also couldn’t warn him as a stream of wetness shoots out of you. you were squirting all over his face and that was what did it for jake. that was what had him humping his hips up into the air one more time and cumming untouched in his pants.

he moaned, feeling sweaty and lightheaded as he felt your wetness all over his face. briefly, he thought he might pass out. even feeling so weak, he still ate you out through your second orgasm, drinking all the fluid you’d just released and moaning from how delicious it was.

he hummed, babbling nonsense because he was so far gone. you pulled yourself off his face, your pussy twitching from over sensitivity.

“baby,” he mumbled.

“yeah?” you retorted.

“i came,” he told you.

you frowned, looking down at his pants and noticing the stain of cum seeping through the fabric.

“but…” you trailed off. “you weren’t even touching yourself.”

“i know,” he said. “i think i’m just…really sensitive when i’m sick. but guess what?”

“what?” you asked, already starting to pull his pants down to help clean up.

“i was right about your pussy being medicine,” he informed. “i feel completely better.”

you laugh, shaking your head in dismay.

“you’re such a weirdo.”

-

this is FILTH. what i wouldn’t give to sit on jake’s face man.

thanks for reading!