#or 'Jealous Bitch Plotting Against Me'

[dolores-slay]

Damn. I think in retrospect my disappointment with Iron Widow felt like a rare sentiment is because the rest of the YA genre is just so sooo much worse.

But still that book was a huge disappointment. Something about it just came off as cynical and nasty in a way I really didn't expect from the author (but maybe should have from the subject matter ig). I really wanted to like it but so many things didn't gel for me and I'm not even sure how much of it is me just not knowing enough about the culture and history behind it but idk. Maybe the issue was the way it was advertised. I hate modern book advertising (but acknowledge that it is necessary, authors need to fucking eat for one).

[holylulusworld]

Best bridesmaid ever

Summary: You always dreamed of letting your dirtiest fantasies become reality. Your bridesmaid makes it happen.

Pairing: fem!Reader x Nick Fowler, Ari Levinson, Lloyd Hansen, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers

Warnings: consensual non-con/dub-con, 18+ only, fake attack, implied kidnapping, gangbang, multiple partners, taking turns, unprotected sex, smut, doggy style, pussy slapping, creampie, oral male rec, titty fuck, cum play, anal sex, voyeurism, mentions of sex tape, mentions of callboys/prostitution, masturbation, lies, dark!fic, plot twist, open ending

Words: 4,1 k

Please read the warnings before reading the story. The story contains triggering content.

The room is crowded with your best friends. Your bachelorette party is in full swing. Still, you’re not in a cheery mood. This should be one of your best days, but it isn’t.

You put on a fake smile and try to not ruin the night for your friends too.

“Naughty, naughty,” you giggle as you unpack your best friend’s gift. She gifted you a bunny vibrator. “I will marry to have a dick around, you know.”

“A boring dick fucking you all vanilla,” she winks at you. “This is for emergencies.”

You sigh, deeply. Penelope isn’t wrong. You can’t deny that you are bored most of the time you have sex with your fiancé. He doesn’t put much effort into satisfying your needs but is a nice guy.

“You need a good fuck before you marry that boring loser,” she smirks darkly, making the others chuckle. You roll your eyes at her comment. Yes, your fiancé is boring and all vanilla, but you love him.

“That is enough,” you get up and glare at Penelope. “I know you are jealous of my relationship but that’s no reason to talk like that about him. Especially not at my bachelorette party.”

“Bitch,” she gets up to push you toward the couch. “I should take my gift and leave.” You frown deeply. Pennie never talked like that to you before.

“Maybe it’s time to teach her some manners.” You gasp as five masked men storm into the living room. They get guns out and aim them at your friends. “Come over here, little bride.” One of them aims his gun at you. “Right. Fucking. Now.”

You whimper but slowly move toward the man. He smirks and grabs your arm to drag you out of the room. “Guys, we got the honey pot. Let’s start the party!”

More men stream into the room. They pounce on your friends, but four of them follow the one dragging you with him out of the room.

“Party time,” the man purrs in your ear. He tugs his gun away and rips your dress open. “Look at this, my friends.”

“Who are you?” You try to wiggle in his grip and slap against his shoulders. ”Get off me, bastard!”

You hear your friends; they scream and holler as the man guides you toward the bedroom at the house you rented for your bachelorette party.

“Oh, sunshine,” the man purrs and dips his head as you try to find a way to escape and save your friends. “We will get inside of you, all of us. You are fair game for our cocks.”

This must be a nightmare. The men slam the door shut, locking it as you tremble under their gazes.

“I want her cunt first,” the man throws your ruined dress over his shoulder. He smirks and cups his crotch when you try to cover yourself. “You can take the lingerie off on your own, or I’ll rip it down your ass.”

Your eyes round when the men unbuckle their belts in sync. You sniffle and shake your head.

“Last warning, sunshine,” the first guy taunts, and steps toward you to grasp for your bra and rip it open. “You’ll see, if you follow orders tonight, you’ll not get hurt. Now, panties off.”

You shake your head, and he sighs deeply.

“Fine, turn around then,” he grabs your neck, holding your throat in a tight grip. You slap him and try to scratch him, but you end up on the bed, face first. “Fuck me, that’s a naughty whore.”

The man grips your ass, spreading your cheeks to get a better look at your crotchless panties. “I guess she’ll get fucked with her panties on, guys.”

“Hurry the fuck up, Hansen,” one of the other guys finally speaks. “I got a raging hard-on and don’t want to go for the bridesmaids. I want to ruin the bride.”

“Please…don’t,” you choked out a whimper when Hansen moves his hands over your ass. His hand slip between your legs to part your pussy lips. He hums as your slick covers his fingers. “I’m going to marry.”

“I don’t give a shit,” Hansen slaps your pussy, once, twice, three times. “You will stay like this and wait for my cock to fill this needy hole. And after I’m done with your hole, my friends will have a go too.”

All you can do is bite the cushion and close your eyes. If this is a bad dream, you will wake soon and go back to your life.

“Shit, look at that perfect pussy,” one of the other men says. He slaps your ass, making it sting as it feels like it’s made of metal. “Thank me when I compliment you.”

“Barnes, relax,” a third guy grunts. “She will take your dick soon enough. I want to know if Hansen is all talk or if he can fuck like a stallion.”

“You hear the other three men step closer to the bed. They unzip their pants, and you sniffle again hearing the guy named Hansen unzip his pants too. His cock slaps against your pussy lips seconds later, making your body go stiff.

“Get away from me,” you scream and try to crawl away, but Hansen grabs your legs and drags you toward the edge of the bed. He grasps for your arms, holding them behind your back.

“Give me the handcuffs,” Hansen grunts. “I gotta tame that beast of a mare. She’ll feel me in her bones for days and maybe her ass too.”

He restraints your wrists behind your back, smirking as you sniffle silently.

“Relax that cunt,” he purrs and runs his erection up and down your slit. “It’s a nice little cunt, and I’d hate ruining it.”

“Please don’t hurt me,” you plea. “I’ll do anything you want to.”

He teases your entrance with the wide head, smirking as you try to wiggle away. Hansen slams home in one go, showing no mercy. You are soaked, and it helps to take his huge cock.

“Aw, there we go, sunshine. Can you feel your tight little cunt pulsing around my cock?” He grabs your restrained hands, and slowly starts rocking his hips.

The other men groan hearing tiny whimpers leave your lips. You hear one of them shuffle behind you. He steps next to Hansen to watch him ruin your cunt.

Hansen roughly fucks into you; he groans and drops his hands to slap your ass with both hands. His arms suddenly wrap around your body to bring you upright. He cups your tits, squeezing the plush flesh painfully hard.

You wiggle again and try to buck him off, but it’s no use. He ruts into you and taunts you with love confession. “I’m gonna marry this cunt, guys. It’s official, I’m in love.”

“Get off me,” you choke out a moan. He’s a bastard, but damn him, his cock hits that spot making you keen with deadly accuracy.

“No can do, sunshine,” he purrs and wraps one hand around your throat. You are helpless in his arms and can only watch one of the other men crawl onto the bed. He winks at you before kneeling on the bed to give your exposed cunt a few kitten licks.

“How does she taste, Rogers,” the man slapping your ass earlier asks. “I bet she tastes like a whore. Our whore.”

“Shut up, Barnes,” the man licking your cunt grunts. He kneels in front of you to grope your tit. “Yeah, I’m going to fuck you too, doll. Maybe missionary so you must watch me claim your body.”

“Mirror,” Hansen grunts. His thrusts become sloppy and you only hope he won’t cum inside of you. “Now!”

Two more men come into your vision. They rip the curtains hanging opposite the bed down, revealing an oversized wall mirror.

“Watch yourself get ruined, sunshine,” Hansen tightens his hold on your throat. He pushes into you, always hitting your G-spot now. You don’t recognize the woman in the mirror.

She looks like a whore getting railed by the masked man. Drool runs down your chin, and your eyes are glassy. “Fuck…no…nggh…” You try to hold the tidal wave back. The last thing you want is to gush all over the bastard’s cock.

“That’s you, sunshine,” he tilts your head to kiss you roughly. The mask scratches your face, but the worst is, that you tighten around his length, milking him dry. You sniffle, and whimper feeling his seed fill your abused cunt. “One done, Y/N. Four more to go. And after we all had our fill, we will start all over again.”

He laughs at your shocked face and pushes you off him. You land on the bed with a loud thud, fearing you won’t survive the night.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle,” the man named Rogers grabs you by your neck and forces you to kneel on the bed. “I want to fuck those tits first.”

“Kneel on the ground for your new husband,” Hansen grabs your arm and pushes you to the ground. You struggle to kneel with your hands still bound behind your back. “Good little cockslut.”

“Perfect,” Rogers smirks as you try to slowly move away from him. “None of this now.” He walks around you to slap his hands between your legs. He scoops a large amount of Hansen’s cum, humming as you whimper at the slightest touch.

Rogers hurriedly faces you again to smear the cum all over your tits. He hums a melody while playing with your nipples. “Rogers loves a good titty fuck,” Hansen kneels behind you to slap your ass. “Be good, and he will shoot his load before your tits are sore.”

“I—” You shake your head but have no choice but to let the man named Rogers roughly grip your chin. He smears Hansen’s cum all over your lips before greedily kissing you.

“Let me fuck those tits, doll,” he purrs and pushes his cock between your tits. He cups your plush flesh, pressing them together as he starts rocking his hips. You drop your head and watch his cock moving between your tits. Your mouth opens and you lick over his tip when he moves closer to your face. “That’s it. Be good for me.”

“Fuck those tits faster, I want her to suck me off, or her ass,” another man grabs the back of your neck. “Lick his dick, now.”

“Shit, Fowler,” the man fucking your tits grunts. “Yes, that’s so much hotter.”

“Fowler is a kinky bastard,” the last man laughs. “Wait for my cock, sweetness, Levinson will split all of your holes and ruin you forever.”

“Shut up,” Barnes grunts. He gets his dick out to run his gloved hand up and down his length.

Rogers moves his hips faster. “I want to fuck her pussy now.”

Your eyes widen at Rogers’ words. Before you can react his cock slips out from between your tits, and you get thrown onto the bed. He immediately crawls between your legs, spreading you with his hips. “Yeah, that’s how you will watch me fuck you, doll.”

Rogers impales you with one forceful thrust. He ignores that you try to wiggle your hips or that you call him a bastard. He silences your protests with his lips, almost smothering you as he starts rocking his hips. “You’re ours from now on. Not a bride but our whore.”

His lips move down to your neck, and lower to your tits. He bites your nipple, forcing a scream to tear from your throat. Rogers is a cruel lover. He bites and nips at your plush flesh, leaving marks as he fucks you deep and hard.

He speeds up with every squeak leaving your lips. Your eyes roll back as he suddenly grabs your hips to slightly lift your hips. Rogers holds you in a tight grip while violating your pulsing cunt.

“Shit, did you see that?” Barnes growls. “She gushed all over his cock like a whore.”

His load shoots into you right after you clenched around him like the whore they turned you into. “That’s it, doll. Now you know the drill.”

Rogers pulls out, leaving you tainted and panting for the next man to use you. “On your belly, ass up,” Fowler doesn’t give you the chance to take a breath. He flips you over, forces you on your hands and knees, and is on you before you can react.

Not that you’d be able to fight him.

“What do you say, Barnes?” Fowler runs his hands up and down your trembling thighs. “Ass and mouth? Let’s fill her from both ends.”

You moan but bite your tongue. Fowler slaps your ass, grunts, and calls you a slut as you dared to make a noise.

“Shut up, you don’t have a say in this,” he mocks you. “This body is ours to use. Now talking back.”

He opens the handcuffs. Fowler takes his time, gently kneading the pain out of your skin. “Barnes?”

“Mouth,” Barnes grunts. “I hope she’s good at sucking dick. I dreamed of having her lips wrapped around my dick.”

“More ass for me,” Fowler laughs as you hold your breath. “Relax, sweetness. This ass will love my cock. It’s made to take it.”

You nod and tap the bed twice. Fowler immediately grabs you by your hips to press his crotch into your ass. He grinds into you while Barnes takes off his clothes.

Barnes lies on his side, lazily stroking his cock. He watches Fowler push your face into Barnes’ crotch, smirking as you eagerly rub your face into his pubic hair. “Good little whore,” he praises. “Now open up for Bucky.”

“Barnes!” Fowler hisses. “We said no first names!”

“Fuck you! I want her to suck my dick, not for you to complain again. Get your dick inside her ass and let me and my pretty doll have some fun!” Barnes gently pats your head, encouraging you to relax and open your mouth for him.

You move a little closer to Barnes and press your knees and the palms of your hands into the mattress.

Barnes watches the man behind you open a bottle of lube. He grunts as you shyly glance at his erection. “All for you, doll.” He lazily strokes his cock, waiting for Fowler to make his move. “I bet you will look so pretty with my cock in your mouth.”

Heat creeps into your cheeks at his praise. You dart your tongue out to lick over the wide heat. He shudders feeling your tongue touch his sensitive tip.

“Stop playing around,” Fowler pushes against your shoulders to press your face into Barnes’ crotch. “Swallow his cock while I shove mine into your tight little arsehole.”

“Hey, she was so good to me,” Barnes complains loudly. “Right doll. You wanted to suck me good.”

“She’ll be even better with my cock up her ass.” You hear a commotion in the room. The fifth man, Levinson barks orders at Hansen and Rogers. You blend his voice out and only listen to Fowler who lubes one finger to play with your tightest hole. “Such a nice little hole for me to use.”

You whimper and bite your lower lip. It’s a new sensation feeling Fowler’s finger push into your tightest hole. He groans behind you. “Did you ever take it up your ass?” He taunts while moving his finger in and out. “I bet you didn’t.”

“Who’s toying with her now,” Barnes snaps at Fowler. “She’s a big girl and can take it. Right, doll?” He purrs the pet name. “You want him to fuck this naughty hole.”

For a moment, the room was silent. All eyes are on you, and the men watch you slowly nod.

They don’t need to know that you’re about to fulfill your darkest desires. The ones no one else could fulfill.

“I knew she was going to take all of me,” Fowler slaps your ass. You squeak and lean over Barnes’ crotch to lick over the head. He holds his cock in a tight grip, offering it to you like a present. “Now, open up for Barnes while I stretch that hole.”

Barnes cups the back of your neck and holds his cock with his free hand. He guides you down his cock, slow but his hold on your neck is tight enough to tell you he won’t accept refusal.

“Slow, doll,” Barnes moves his hand to the back of your neck. He pats you and purrs your name. “I’ll help you do it right.” He pushes your head into his crotch, forcing you to swallow him whole.

“Yeah, he’s good at guidance,” you choke around Barnes's cock. He smirks as you struggle to breathe right. “I’m better, though.”

You let Barnes guide your head up and down his length, ignoring the other men growling your name, along with profanities. You’re too far gone. Body and soul tainted by the men using you for their pleasure, you’re ruined and know it.

Fowler grips your waistline, fingertips digging into your flesh. He lubes his cock, groaning as his eyes drop to your well-fucked cunt. Rogers and Hansen’s cum runs out of your abused hole. “What a good whore you are for all of us.”

“Fuck her already, I’m still waiting for my turn,” it’s Levinson who raises his voice. “If not, I’ll take over and rip that tight little hole open.”

“Get fucked,” Fowler loses his patience. He grips your ass to spread your ass cheeks. Fowler spits onto the crack of your ass, huffing as Levinson steps toward the bed to watch you suck Barnes’ dick. You bob your head, desperate to feel his cum on your tongue.

The pressure you feel the moment Fowler pushes his cock into your tightest hole is something you’ve never felt before. He slowly moves back and forth, still, it’s a wide and uncomfortable stretch. You hear him groan and feel his hands grip your hips to push all the way in.

“Shit, she’s stuffed to the brim,” Hansen comments. He watches Barnes and Fowler use you to their liking, griping his cock to jerk off. “I could go for another round when you are done, guys. Her ass looks inviting.”

“I bet,” Fowler pants as he gives you shallow thrusts, “she stretched that perfect hole with a plug. Right, babycakes. You knew I’m into fucking ass.”

You moan around Barnes’ cock, unable to answer Fowler’s question. You’re their sex toy to use, and nothing else. You can’t move your head, because Barnes guides you up and down his length while Fowler thrusts into your ass.

They work in unison as if they had done this a hundred times before. Their cocks fill your holes, pushing as deep as possible and you get lost in your darkest fantasy. You close your eyes and let yourself fall.

“She’s there, in her little headspace, fuck,” Rogers’ says. “Slow down, make her feel all of it.” He dips his head to watch Fowler stretch your arsehole. “Make her hole gape. I want to go for a ride later too.”

“Shut up, Rogers,” Levinson barks. He stares at your naked form trapped between the others. Levinson is ready to drag them off you to get his turn, but he will wait and have the grand finale. “It’s my turn first!”

You don’t have time to think about his cum on your tongue. Fowler pushes against your shoulders, holding you down to rut into you. His cock slams into your tight hole. You whimper and beg him to slow down, but he won’t. Fowler is determined to fill you up.

“Shit…I’m gonna cum,” you groan around Barnes. He cups the back of your neck again, holding you still when his cum shoots down your throat. “She’s perfect…” He slips out of your mouth, letting you breathe.

“Butterfly?” Levinson asks, and you shake your head. “You’re such a good girl. We never had someone taking it like you did.”

“Please.”

Fowler grabs your hips. He shoves himself as deep as possible inside your ass and stills his hips. He comes with a shout of your name and slaps your ass with both hands.

It’s over as fast as it began. Fowler slips out of you and pushes your broken body onto the bed. You whimper but believe they will give you a break.

“Aw, butterfly, it’s my turn now,” you groan feeling another pair of hands grab your body. The man drags you off the bed and places you on the ground. “Hansen, help me.”

“I’m not your fucking sidekick,” Hansen grunts.

“I told you,” Levinson growls and points at you on the ground, “help me. I want to give her the best. My cum!”

“Fine, fine…” Hansen pushes a pillow under your head. He spreads your legs and presents your cum-leaking pussy to Levinson. “Satisfied?”

“Not yet,” Levinson steps toward your trembling body. He looks down at your naked form, smirking darkly as you stare up at him. The man is just like you, stark naked. “I hope you are ready for me, butterfly.”

You lick your lips, still tasting Barnes’ cum on your tongue. “Yeah…” you whimper and wait for his move.

“Good girl.”

Levinson grips his massive cock. He looks you in the eyes and starts stroking his cock. Moans leave this beautiful man’s lips as he stares at you. His grip tightens around his cock, and he fists himself faster.

Levinson has been on the edge since the moment his eyes landed on you. He wildly jerks his hips and imagines how your cunt will feel around his cock.

“Y/N,” he shouts your name and paints your body with his cum.

The moment his cream ends up on your skin, your body sizes up, and you cum untouched, whimpering as you don’t know what just happened.

“Guys, that was awesome,” Penelope coos. She smirks as the men she hired to spice the party up get dressed. “We all enjoyed your service.”

“Anytime, ma’am,” one of the callboys she paid to give your bridesmaids a good time says.

“I hope the bride got her money’s worth too,” Penelope giggles. “Five men giving her all she ever wanted. Phew…”

“Five men?” The callboy asks. “Ma’am. Every man you hired is within this room. We don’t know the others. We thought you hired someone else for the bride.”

“What?” Penelope stutters. “No. I only called you. I—I didn’t hire anyone else…”

You wake on a soft mattress. A silky nightgown covers your sore body. “Morning, sunshine,” Hansen greets you with a wink. He took the mask off, revealing the mustache you felt more than once against your clit last night. “Did you enjoy yourself?”

“Penelope outdid herself hiring you,” you grin. “You followed the script. I really enjoyed all of you and your service.”

You roll to your side to watch Barnes sip on his coffee. “You too, Barnes.”

“Bucky, doll,” he winks at you. “I think after I fucked all of your holes you can call me Bucky.”

“I hope Penelope paid you well. This was…phew…” you sit up to look around the room. You frown, as you are not at the bedroom of the house you rented for your bachelorette party. “Where are we?”

“Oh, that,” Nick Fowler laughs. “You see, we are not the callboys your little friend hired. We kind of hijacked your party to get back at your fiancé.”

“What?”

“Don’t worry, we got the script and the guys your friend hired to fuck you gave us all the information we needed.”

“I don’t understand,” you gape at Steve who steps inside the room. He holds the script you handed to Penelope before she hired the callboys in his hands.

“Your fiancé fucked with the wrong person, so we wanted to fuck him over but,” Ari laughs at your shocked expression. “Imagine our surprise when we found out that you wanted to fuck some callboys and send your fiancé the video.”

“He cheated on me,” you snap at Ari. “He never made me cum and dared to cheat on me. I wanted to fulfill my fantasies and get back at him at the same time!”

“I knew I liked her!” Lloyd exclaims. “See, we should do her a favor and send the tape to her now ex-fiancé. He’ll freak out, but she’s safe with us.”

“What?” You huff as the men start chatting about your fiancé, how you came on their cocks, and anything in between. “Guys, where are we?”

“We brought you somewhere safe,” Ari says and turns his attention back toward his coffee. “Don’t worry, butterfly. We like you, and will always make you cum. Just relax, lean back, and enjoy how we dismantle your ex…”

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[luv444bellingham]

ONE OF YOUR GIRLS . // jude bellingham.

PARING. poc!reader x situationship!jude.

IN WHICH. she tries to get him jealous, but he snaps harder than she predicted.

WARNING. unprotected sex, poc reader, dirty talk, hair pulling, praising, public bathroom sex, porn with a plot, and more. (my big debut yall,,)

WORDS. 1.4k

heart racing, she picked up the drink the stranger offered her— taking quick side glances at the tall frame in the corner. Her and jude had gotten into an argument back in the car, and she couldn’t help but feel petty wanting to piss him off.

What really was pissing her off was that, currently, he wasn’t even looking their way. She took a sip of the alcoholic beverage and leaned in closer to the man. He looked to be around her age, but he wasn’t nearly as kept up and good looking as jude. He droned on and on about his car dealership and the amount of money he spent on his own vehicle, never bothering to ask anything about her.

no matter. she just wanted jude’s attention.

she rubbed her fingers up and down his bicep as he spoke with a smirk, casting another glance toward the corner about a minute later she bit the inside of her cheek catching the sly glance he took toward her, he was playing her game, she wasn’t finna loose.

still, watching him rub up on some white girl got her all riled up and irritated, she wasn’t even sure she wanted to keep playing.

“Why don’t we go back to your car?” She whispered softly, placing her glass down on the counter, “you sure?” nodding her head they both rose from their seats and began to pivot through the crowd when her eyes stopped on jude’s frame, feeling up on the girl’s ass as they locked lips.

She wanted to go over there and slap the bitch but decided against it, instead she shouted — “i have to use the bathroom,” over the loud music that was now playing. She just needed to find an excuse to break from the man and go gather herself privately. Perhaps stop herself from committing a murder.

entering the restroom she dug in her purse to retrieve her phone with an aggravated expression on her face, the door flew open making her phone fall from her hand which only added to her annoyance, “what the hell,”

“My bad, mama.” Rolling her eyes she bent over to grab her phone and face a smirking jude. His eyes roamed her figure and face, “what, you started it!”

"I don't care, let me out—" he grabbed her waist, pushing her back against the sink, "don't be like that." He whispered against her neck as he leaned into her. It was clear how drunk he was now, his sluggish speech and that subtle smell of vodka. She rolled her eyes, gripping his shoulders as she allowed herself to be placed against the edge of the sink.

he whispered the lyrics of the song playing as he brushed soft kisses against her skin, stopping to nibble against her shoulder and grip her thighs. Her skin flushed as she realized she was getting the attention she’d been after the whole night. Everything else went out the window, including the reason she was mad in the first place.

“You mad at me?” He chuckled to himself, moving down to her exposed cleavage. His lips parted as he pulled the front of her dress down flicking her nipple with his thumb eliciting a shiver from the other — “shut up,” she demanded and he smiled, “yes ma’am.”

His tongue drew a shape over her left boob as his continued to massage the other, eyes looking up as she leaned her head back against the mirror, swallowing thickly. His fingers rubbed up and down her leg teasingly, stopping just below the bottom of her dress. despite his seemingly unbothered expression, he wanted nothing more than to tear her out of it.

he would. Just not now.

“spread your legs fa’ me.” She obliged, parting her thighs rather quickly, moving gently against his fingers as they snaked up closer to her pussy. She couldn’t wait any more, and he could tell she was growing impatient with him, just like she’d been irritated with him just a few minutes ago. He would make it up to her.

Jude’s thumb circled her clit as his lips engulfed hers, tongues fighting for dominance. She arched off the sink as he pushed one finger into her wetness. She wanted to ask him for more, but wasn’t gonna make him think he was forgiven.

his finger entered in and out of her at a faster pace as her slick acted as a lubricant, she gripped the edges of the sink when he added one more finger, his thumb prodding her cunt to no end. She bit her lip as a wave of pleasure washed over her and she let out an accidental whimper.

“Hmm, get up.” Jude kissed her cheek as she hopped up, he turned her around so that she could see herself in the mirror, disheveled and needy— his hands went up to her boobs again as he began to knead them desperately.

Her boobs were one of his favorite things about her, how they seemed to spill out of any top she wore, how pretty they sat. He had a fixation on just playing with them any chance he got. Worshipping her.

he finally went back to rubbing her dripping pussy other hand holding her chin to make sure she didn’t stop watching herself.

“that feel good, hm?” she slowly nodded, whimpering at the sudden loss of his digits again— however as she heard the jingle of his belt, she was more than happy.

He bent her over the sink hearing her hum softly at the cold of the sink pressing up against her front side. She played with her hardened nipple as his fisted his dick for a few seconds, before teasing her entrance. “You can take it can’t you— this is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

Her lips parted as his tip pressed teasingly against her hole, “fuck,” he slowly entered her from behind, his hands on her hair moving her back against his cock.

“C’mon ma, help me out.” He grunted.

She arched her back, her breath quivering as she struggled to take him all despite initial confidence.

he lifted her head so she could watch herself as he pounded into her at a steady pace. Being with a football player continuously paid off. He could last quite a while, and wouldn’t stop until he knew she felt good.

“Watch yourself, baby, while you take me.” Her eyes fluttered open as she came close to finishing just at the sight of him watching himself disappear inside her.

Her moans found their place at the back of her throat, practically choking her as he slammed into her. It was bizarre; the groans and the peculiar sound of skin clashing mixed with the music playing in the party that was literally right outside the door . The world seemed to move around them, but time stood still every time he hit that particular spot, the one that made her toes curl and her eyes roll back. 

“Jude,” she whined and moaned, almost like a plea. He responded with a grunt of his own, manhandling her as he felt her cunt clench around him. He guided her hips back against him quicker, the steady sound of skin clapping growing louder as each got closer and closer to finish.

she pushed herself back against him as he stopped for a second to clench his jaw and reposition, jude clicked his tongue quietly and without even looking up at their reflection, she knew there was a half smirk tugging at his lips. “Dirty girl.”

“Yeah, that’s it, good girl, taking me so well.” She heard jude babbling further words of praise behind her, but her mind wasn’t focusing, too wrapped in the pleasure that was filling her body, threatening to spill. The noises jude was making only seemed to prolong the aftershocks of her orgasm, his soft whimpers and grunts only making her pussy ache even more despite how sensitive she was riding out her finish as her juices squirted out of her. She was certain this wasn’t a one round kind of night, and feared for when they actually got home.

He fucked his cock into her a few more times before his hips stilled, pressed flush to her ass as he came, painting her insides it filling her up so much it was already leaking from her. His forehead thudded heavily against her back, quiet whimpers filling the bathroom as his cock pulsed. He shifted his hips and she whined, clenching around him purposefully, wanting him to fill her.

“Better now?”

“Fuck you.”



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A PICTURE IS WORTH A THOUSAND WORDS ━━ LN4.

sometimes the right words are hard to come across, and sometimes everything you need to say can be captured in an image.

( lando norris x photographer!reader )

━━ part three.

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mclaren We keep asking ourselves the same thing! Our engines are ready and we’re raring to go! 🧡

↳ yourusername you truly understand me mclaren admin

↳ mclaren we think you’re the one who truly understands us y/n

↳ user y/n x mclaren admin?? 🤯 the plot twist none of us saw coming

user missing these lads so much lately

user THE RADIO SILENCE ON OSCAR’S SOCIALS WAS KILLING ME I DEPEND ON THESE MEN TOO MUCH THEY KEEP ME ALIVE 😭😭

user the f1 drought is real rn

user MCLAREN SUPREMACY 2024

↳ user i’m trying to be delulu but we all know it’s just gonna be the mv33 and redbull show again this year 🫤

user soooo are we all just gonna pretend like we didn’t see the pics of her with garrett ward orrrrr?

↳ user no bc i was just thinking the same thing 👀

↳ user wait that was actually her??? cuz you can like barely see her face so i thought it was just a joke???

user what a fake ass bitch

user she only posts other ppl on her acc cuz she knows her ugly ass face would scare everyone else away

user homegirl needs to stay tf away from my man fr 😤😤

user god what a hoe 😒 she already has these two that she could fuck with idk why she needed to go after garrett

user SLUT SLUT SLUT

user if she tries anything with anyone else on the city team i’m gonna lose my shit fr

↳ user same omg

↳ user honestly i’m just glad she didn’t go after grealish or haaland 🙌

↳ user she probably would’ve tried if they weren’t taken already 🙄

↳ user nah i bet she’s totally a homewrecker garrett’s probably just the first on her list

user oh… these comments… 😰

↳ user right???

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mancity The lads are looking good indeed! This weekend’s match against Newcastle should be an exciting one! ⚽️🩵

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↳ mancity Do you think Lando Norris and Oscar Piastri would look good in sky blue? 🤔

user funny how she posts every city man BUT garrett

user god when does she go back to f1??

↳ user march iirc

↳ user well it can’t get here soon enough jfc

user FUCK OFF WE DON’T WANT YOU

user you’re a slag and should accept the fact that any guy would only want you bc of how easy you are

user i’ll bet my left leg that the only reason the f1 boys haven’t shacked up with her yet is cuz they know she’s probably riddled with disease since she drools over every guy that comes near her 😒 like girl needs to bffr and realize that throwing herself at every male in her vicinity isn’t gonna land her a husband and it just making her even more of a slut

↳ user nah i’ll bet they’ve all already done her over in f1 but nobody will touch her now that they’ve passed her round so she had to come over to football just to try and get someone to touch her again 🙄🙄🙄

user i hope garrett realizes how much of a slut she is and breaks up with her

user sick and tired of bitches like this getting with footballers and being all controlling. like i’ll bet she’s gonna tell garrett he can’t go out and party with his mates anymore bc he has to spend time in with her and then she’ll get all pissy about him having female fans bc she’s insecure and knows that if garrett got to meet a REAL fan he’d jump ship immediately. those of us who ACTUALLY care about footballers know their fans are super important to them and we wouldn’t hinder their relationship with them just bc we’re jealous or insecure. garrett needs to be with someone who actually supports him and is willing to let him do what he wants instead of controlling him like he’s a dog on a leash.

user kys like genuinely

user god i can’t wait for this skank to die 😒

“Hey Lando, it’s me. Your best friend. Again,” you give a humorless chuckle. “I could seriously use some of your wizened advice right about now, so, uh, please just give me a call back when you can. Thanks.”

It seems poetic in a cruel sort of way that less than a week ago you were walking Etihad Campus and feeling like you were on top of the world━ working a new albeit temporary gig, adding the Manchester City name to your list of clients, having photos of world-renowned footballers in your portfolio━ and now you’ve resigned yourself to hiding away in the women’s restroom, locked in a stall because it’s the only place you could think of where nobody would be able to find you.

You’re on the verge of tears and feeling rather stupid for it.

It’s the third time today alone that your call has gone straight to voicemail, and with the dozens of unread texts you’ve sent in the last week added to the mix, it’s starting to paint a picture you’re not very happy with. Lando is ignoring you. Or he’s blocked you. Or he’s blocked you because he’s ignoring you━

You bite down on your lip, hard, to keep back the sob crawling its way up your throat.

You’re not a PR officer, you hadn’t been lying when you told Garrett that, but you’ve spent enough time around the McLaren PR teams that you’ve picked up enough tips and tricks to know, at the very least, that the best thing you can do is just ignore the comments.

That’s what they tell all the athletes.

What they don’t tell the athletes is that ignoring the comments is much easier said than done, especially when your career requires you to have such a significant online presence. And the thing is, despite all of these strangers hounding you with every name under the sun and criticizing your capabilities, qualifications, and very existence, the thing that hurts the most is the radio silence from the only person you know could make it all better.

Now, more than ever, you need your best friend. But he isn’t here.

You tuck your phone into your jacket pocket and unlock the stall with great reluctance. You know better than to be hiding away, shirking your responsibilities while crying over a few missed phone calls. You have a job to do, and a real professional wouldn’t let something as simple as a handful of tasteless comments get in the way of that.

You should be used to them. It’s nothing you haven’t seen before.

Your first month at McLaren wasn’t entirely different.

When you were first hired on, Carlos had been in Formula One for a handful of years already and had built up a devotedly loyal fanbase with a decently large percentage of possessive fangirls who had come for your head the moment your existence had been announced.

The McLaren Instagram account had posted a picture of you standing between their two grinning drivers, your camera strung around your neck, with a very nice caption welcoming you to the team, and despite no indication that you were by any means involved with either of them in a way that went beyond professional, the comments had been taken over by feral teenage girls who saw the act of you simply standing near Carlos to be a direct threat against their “chances.”

Though it had been frustrating being met with childish threats and petty insults in your comments, you hadn’t really held it against any of them. You remember being a teenage girl and crushing on a celebrity. Deep down you knew you never had a chance with them, but that hadn’t stopped you from hanging posters in your bedroom and doodling their name beneath yours inside of scribbled hearts in your diary.

Regardless, it had taken close to a month for the negativity to die down, and you hadn’t had Lando then, either, so now shouldn’t be much different.

In fact, everyone on the Manchester City team━ trainers, physios, media coordinatiors, and anyone inbetween━ has been very polite about everything between you and Garrett. A lot of them have just avoided saying anything about it, which you’re very grateful for because you don’t think you’d be able to hold back your grimace while thanking them for their well wishes, and the few who have mentioned it typically only say something vague like a wishing you the best of luck or hoping you’re happy.

An intern gave you a sympathetic smile the other day, and you’d nearly burst into tears in the middle of the office of the Director of Communications, so you know you aren’t truly alone in this.

You just feel alone.

Exiting the bathroom is a simple affair. There’s no one standing post outside ready to give you any shit for being hidden away, and nobody comes sprinting around the corner as you make your way down the hall to the press conference room that’s been temporarily turned into your base of operations.

You think you’ll probably be able to go the rest of the afternoon without running into anyone, when you open your door and find━ sitting in the front row of the seats typically saved for journalists and the press, scrolling across his phone with a disinterested look painted across his face━ Jack Grealish.

“Jack,” you greet, a bit shocked. You close the door to the room gently behind you, and cross the distance to your desk. “Did we have a meeting scheduled? It must’ve completely slipped my mind, I sincerely apologize.”

He offers you a polite smile. “No, we didn’t, so no need to be sorry. I actually just wanted to check in. See how things are going with everything.”

You blink at him in surprise. Apart from Garrett, you haven’t really had much time to speak with the other players. They wish you good morning and good afternoon when they see you, and if a ball goes astray they always call out for you to watch your head, but between their morning training and their afternoon training, their strategy reviews at lunch, and the frequent in between meetings with physios, nutritionists, and trainers, they don’t get much time to chit chat with a simple photographer.

You clear your throat, “Erm, it’s going well. I’ve gotten some really good shots these past few days. There’s one with Rodrigo that I’m particularly proud of. It should do well with the fans.”

“And things with Ward?”

You purse your lips.

“Figured.” Jack sighs. “Look, nearly everyone you run into here knows or has at least some inkling into what he’s like. He’s a prick. None of the lads on the team like him, it’s why the managers are trying to get him out of here.”

You lower yourself down into your chair. “He told me they were planning to trade him off because of his reputation.”

Jack scoffs, “Yeah, ‘cause that’s the ‘official’ reason. They can’t cut his contract early for legal reasons, so they’re waiting for it to expire and coming up with an excuse for why they ain’t re-signing him. It’s really just ‘cause the rest of us can’t keep dealing with his massive ego and the fact that he’s a misogynistic fuck who doesn’t know the first thing about respect.”

“Fucking tell me about it,” you mutter with a sigh.

If he expected you to defend Garrett and is surprised by the fact that you haven’t, Jack doesn’t show it. He looks relaxed sitting across from you, like you’re having a casual conversation and not actively shit talking a member of his team. It gives you the impression that he knows significantly more about Garrett than you do, and that because of what he knows he probably figured out that one party in the relationship is not the most willing of participants.

“How’d you get all wrapped up it in then? Didn’t figure you to be the type to go after pricks like Ward.”

You debate over whether you should tell him or not. There isn’t much Jack can do about the situation regardless, but it would at least get things off your chest and if someone else knew then maybe you wouldn’t feel so alone anymore.

There’s only so many days you can spend hiding out in the women’s restroom trying not to bawl your eyes out, and you’ve already reached your limit.

You heave a sigh, “It’s kind of fucked up really.” A pen on your desk catches your attention and you start to fiddle with it, avoiding Jack’s eyes which have focused directly onto you. “He asked if I would help him fix up his reputation by pretending to be his girlfriend so he could show everyone that he’s matured and can hold down a steady relationship. When I told him no, he threatened to make up a lie about inappropriate conduct to get me fired and blacklisted from the industry, so for the sake of preserving my career I agreed.”

“Bloody fucking hell,” Jack murmurs, shaking his head. “I’m real sorry he did that, Y/N.”

You shrug. “It’s happened, so, there’s nothing I can really do except wait it out at this point.”

When you look up and meet his gaze, Jack looks murderous. His hands are clenched into fists on the armrests, knuckles white with the strength of his grip. His brows are furrowed, and his lips are twisted downward in a scowl.

“If you need anything,” he starts, “let me know. And I mean it. We all know how Ward can be. He’s a knobhead. So if you need anything━” his emphasis on the word and what that implies makes you feel more comforted than anything has since the whole fiasco started, “━then you let me know, or you tell one of the other boys and they’ll find me, alright?”

All you can do is nod.

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little old me — r. cameron

soooooo my deepest, darkest, most impulsive thoughts may have won over with this one. hopefully you like it or at the very least, understand why i wrote it :)

❝ who’s afraid of little old me? you should be. ❞

pairing: bf!rafe x dark!reader

context: rafe comes to realize you’re more like him than he thought.

words: 3k+

warnings: definitely +18. mdni. murder, dark!rafe, psycho!rafe, psycho!reader, jealousy, possessive behavior, p in v sex, unprotected sex, sub!rafe (kind of, but not really), choking, praise kink, cutting, stabbing, blood, violence, blood play (idek if it counts tbh), dark fluff (is that even a thing?), SMUT with fucked up plot… rafe and reader being crazy, basically

you stood by the bar beside your best friend, engaged in conversation about some guy who'd pissed her off today by standing her up on a date, your eyes focused on the scene behind her head, where your boyfriend sat on the couch in the living room, a girl with short brown hair beside him, trying to cling onto his arm.

you feel your grip around your glass tighten, as the girl's hand gets closer and closer to wrapping around rafe's bicep.

"do you know who that girl is?" you cut your best friend off in the middle of her sentence and she snaps her head to what or who you're looking at.

"oh, that's sofia," she tells you, taking a sip of her drink. "she works as a bartender at the club. always flirting with top, kelce, and rafe. why? you jealous?"

heat rises in your chest at the mention of the girl constantly flirting with rafe, but you play it off. "please," a scoff leaves your mouth. "you know he knows better."

you take sip of your drink, and pull out your phone to text rafe.

you: if that sofia girl touches you one more time, i stg i'm dragging her ass across the floor

rafe: chill baby

rafe: you won't

you click your tongue and type away, your best friend watching your every move.

"you good?" she asks.

"mhm," you hum, sending the message.

you: you think i'm kidding?

you: try me, bitch.

you look up to find rafe snickering at your text, which only pisses you off more as he texts you back.

rafe: shut the fuck up, and get over here.

you: fuck no. tell her my drink's empty.

rafe watches as you down the rest of your drink and set the glass down on the bar, before waltzing away and heading outside, throwing him a glare as you do. he rolls his eyes at your antics, but gets up to follow you anyway.

“where the fuck are you going?” he calls after you, trailing closely behind as you cross the front lawn. “you came here with me.”

“i’ll call an uber,” you reply, continuing to walk towards the road. “go back inside and let sofia touch you some more.”

“oh my god,” he groans and catches up to you, grabbing onto your wrist to make you stop and look at him. “will you quit being a brat?”

you tilt your head up at him, fire in your eyes as they lock with his. “and what are you gonna do if i don’t?”

—

a moan slips out of your mouth as your back hits rafe's bedroom door, making it slam shut—thank god, his family had gone to the bahamas—as he kissed you like a man starved.

"still got more to say about sofia?" he says against you, lips trailing down to your neck, and hands trailing up your thighs to hook them around his waist. "jump."

you do as you're told, your legs locking around him and your fingers tangling into his hair, as your lips connected again and rafe's hands trailed up your back—one pressing you against him and one sliding up your hair.

he turns and lets you fall onto the bed with him above you, your legs still locked around him, as he began untying the knot in your shirt. he pushes it off of you, revealing your lacy white bra.

"fuckkk y/n," he groans, hand reaching up to grab at one of your tits.

"you like it baby?" you ask, as he trails wet kisses down your neck and collar bone. "it's new."

"i love it," he says, fingers unclasping it from the front, and lips moving to wrap around your now exposed nipple.

his other hand massages your other boob, finger flicking at your sensitive nub.

you pull him up to attach his lips back to yours. "i want you, rafe. now."

he chuckles against your lips, the vibration turning you on more, the spot between your legs getting wetter. you flip the both of you over so you're straddling him. 

"i like this side of you, doll," he looks up at you with a smirk as you rid yourself of your bra, and he reaches up to grab both your tits. "should make you jealous more often."

"shut up," you say, leaning back down to kiss him, hands entwining into his hair as your hips press down into his.

a groan falls from his mouth as his hands roam over your body, your hard nipples pressing against him.

"need you, pretty girl," he said, hips lifting into yours.

"more than sofia?" you ask, pulling your lips away from his.

"more than anyone," he replies, hands snaking around the front of your waist to unbutton your shorts.

you move to the side so he can tug them off your legs, along with your lacy white thong, while you reach to pull his shirt off his head and he takes off his shorts.

you swing your leg back over him once you're both naked, hovering and grinding your hips above him, slickness coating his dick just enough to tease him.

"doll, come on," he whines, attempting to press you down onto his length.

you place both your hands on his chest and lean down towards his ear. "this'll teach you not to make me jealous."

"y/n…" his voice is much serious now, and you smirk.

"what?" you look at him with innocent eyes, hand trailing down to grab his dick and align it with your center.

you slowly sink down onto him, your body relaxing as he groans.

"so so good," you mewl, hips rocking against his.

he watches you closely, hands moving to grip your hips. he lifts you up slightly and slams you back down, eliciting a moan from your mouth.

"move, pretty girl," he demands, eyes locked on yours as you sit up. "let me see you ride me."

you give in to his words and begin bouncing your ass on him, hands trailing down to his abs to steady yourself. up. down. up. down. up. down.

"just like that, doll," rafe says, hand trailing up your body to wrap around your neck. "you look so pretty riding my cock."

that only makes you pick up the pace, hands moving to rest on his thighs behind you, as your pussy clenches around his length, your orgasm quickly building up in your core. rafe's hands move to grab your tits as you continue, his eyes watching himself slip in and out of you.

"you gonna cum for me, baby?" he asked when you threw your head back in pleasure.

"cum with me, rafe," you moan, your high inching closer and closer.

his fingers pinch at your nipples and that sends you over the edge, your hips slowing down as your high washes over you. rafe follows soon after, thrusts getting sloppier as he comes down.

 you slowly move off to lay beside him, and he reaches out to open the drawer of his nightstand and pull out a small towel. he uses it to clean the spot between your legs before cleaning off himself.

you position yourself under his comforter as he tosses the towel on the ground and joins you.

"remember how good my pussy feels around you next time you let sofia touch you," you say, snuggling into him.

a small chuckles falls from his lips as he wraps an arm around you and places a soft kiss on your forehead. "good night, crazy girl."

—

your eyes shoot open at the sound of rafe’s phone incessantly buzzing on the nightstand, as the sunshine peeked through his bedroom curtains.

making sure not to wake him, you reach over to grab his phone, rage boiling through your veins when you read the notifications on the screen.

3 missed calls from sofia.

sofia: hey, i saw y/n throw a fit and storm off last night. that must be a lot to deal with everyday lol. lmk if you need to blow off some steam ;) xx

“oh, this bitch needs to be put down,” you mutter to yourself, immediately unlocking rafe’s phone—he gave you his passcode months ago without you even asking—and typing away to reply to sofia's message.

rafe: hey sof :) yeah, she's a lot. how 'bout you meet me at tannyhill around 2 today?

you hit send, and the three bubbles appear almost immediately.

god, this bitch was desperate.

sofia: perf, i'll see you then!!

rafe: just knock when you get here, i'll be home alone

sofia: you got it, see u later xx

you roll your eyes and proceed to delete the conversation, before moving to rafe's phone app to remove her 3 missed calls from his log. 

three. who calls a guy with a girlfriend three times? crazy bitch.

just as you're about to place his phone back on the nightstand, rafe groans and shifts, arm slinging over your waist, as a call from ward vibrates his phone.

"baby," you nudge rafe, but he just groans again, arm around your waist tightening. "rafe," you shake him this time and his eyes flutter open.

"morning, pretty girl," he smiles, hand scratching your lower back. "you ok?"

"mhm," you nod, pretending you had just woken up. "woke up from your dad calling, though."

you hold the phone out to him, which was now vibrating for the second time with ward's name.

"sorry 'bout that, doll," he takes the phone from you and sits up, answering the call and pressing the phone up against his ear.

"i'm gonna go pee," you mouth to him, and he nods, as you get out from under the covers and slip on rafe's shirt before walking towards his bathroom.

you close the door behind you and take a quick piss before washing your hands and deciding to brush your teeth.

hopefully rafe wasn't gonna be around the house at 2 today, you thought. you knew he went out golfing with the boys and hit the gym afterwards every saturday afternoon, usually returning around 5 or 6, so it shouldn't be a problem. unless ward had him do something today that required him to stick around the house—now that would really put a damper on your plans.

the door opens and rafe joins you, only wearing a pair of boxers. "mmm," he walks up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, chin resting against your shoulder. "i'll never get sick of seeing you in my shirt."

his eyes meets yours through the mirror, and you lean down to spit and rinse your mouth.

"what's my baby doing today?" he asked, as you wiped your mouth dry.

"probably just hang around here," you shrug, hands trailing along his arms, as you leaned your head against his. "maybe lay out by the pool for a bit and make some lunch."

"for me too?"

you look down at him, and his eyes meet yours. "you're not going golfing with kelce and top?"

"oh, i am," he nods. "and i gotta take care of some stuff for dad too, so i'll probably be home a little later." perfect. "how 'bout we do dinner? you can dress up all cute and sexy, and i'll take you out on the town?"

"sounds perfect, baby," you smile, connecting your lips with his.

this was gonna be the best day ever.

—

after rafe left around eleven, you occupied yourself by taking a quick swim in the pool, before settling on a floatie and closing your eyes, as the sun beat down on your skin.

ring! ring! ring!

your alarm clock goes off at 1:50 pm, and you open your eyes to take your phone from the cup holder and silence it, happily slipping off the floatie when you realize it's almost time.

you grab your towel from one of the pool chairs and dry off before wrapping it around you, slipping on your crochet shorts, and waltzing inside with more of a pep in your step than usual.

you whistle as you walk through the house and stop in the living room to hang your towel off the back of the armchair and sit down, just in time for a knock to come at the door.

it's followed by another, before the front door creaks open and closes, as the sound of someone's footsteps get closer and closer.

"rafe?" the sound of sofia's voice fills your ears and you smile when she reaches the living room.

"hey, sof," you say, causing her to completely stop in her tracks, a few feet away.

"oh, y/n," she was clearly caught off guard. "i didn't know you'd be here."

"of course you didn't," you shrug, sitting up. "because you came here to see my rafe, isn't that right, sof?"

"uhh…"

"no need to lie, sweetheart," you drawl. "i've been expecting you." you pull out the pocket knife that you had stashed in the armchair earlier  to prepare and spin it around in your fingers.

the color instantly drains from sofia's face, as you flip the knife open, the blade catching the sun's light.

"here's the thing, sof," you stand up and slowly approach her, the growing crazy look in your eyes making her uneasy. "i'm a very possessive person, and i don't like sharing what's mine." you shake your head, eyes focused on hers.

"and rafe… tall and handsome as he is… is mine," you glide the edge of your knife across her collarbone as you round her, making sure not to cut her just yet. "and personally, i didn't take it very well when you called and texted him this morning."

"i- i don't know what you're talking about," her voice shakes, clearly afraid of what you might do if she admits to it. 

"hey, i saw y/n throw a fit and storm off last night. that must be a lot to deal with everyday. let me know if you want to blow off some steam," you recite the text message she sent rafe from memory, making her breath hitch.

"that— that wasn't an accident," sofia shakes her head. "i didn't mean-"

"oh, baby," you whisper against her ear, making her head turn towards you. "don't you know i hate liars?"

"please," sofia begs, eyes closing shut as tears stream down her face. "y/n… you don't have to do this."

"and you didn't have to text my man," you tut, trailing the knife down her back. "but you did, so i'll make it quick."

"no!" she shouts, pushing you away from her, and beelining for the door.

"you really shouldn't have done that," you chuckle, a smirk coming across your lips, as you follow to tackle her before she reaches the door.

you turn her around, so you're straddling her, both your knees pinning her arms down. "i tried to be nice…" you say, gripping a handful of her brown hair as you lean down to cut across her collar bone.

she screams in agony. "stop, stop, stop!"

"consider this a lesson, sof…" you trail off, knife moving down to dig into the side of her stomach. "rafe," stab. "is," stab. "mine." 

you pull the knife out from her side, blood splattering on your stomach, as you drag it up her body, towards her chest.

"and," stab. "you," stab. "don't," stab. "take," stab. "what's," stab. "mine."

the color drowns from her face as her eyes turn lifeless, and she stops squirming underneath you.

at this point, your chest, face, legs, and arms are covered with blood splatters, your hand holding the knife bloodier than any other part of you.

you stand up and hover over her, a smirk coming across your lips at the sight of her dead body.

"look, dad, i took care of it, a'ight?" the familiar sound of your boyfriend's voice booms through the house, as you hear the backyard door slide close.

shit. shit. shit.

he wasn't suppose to be home until later. what the fuck was he doing here?

panic begins to build up inside you, as rafe's footsteps approach you, and you round sofia's body to pick up one of her hands to begin dragging her towards the front door. maybe it was a good thing she tried to run.

"yeah, i got it," you hear rafe's voice again. "i think y/n's taking a nap right now, so i'll take the druthers out and-" he suddenly stops in the entryway connecting the living room to the kitchen, eyes on you. "i'll call you back later."

he ends the call with ward, phone coming down to his side.

"i told you i'd drag her across the floor?" you joke, shrugging a shoulder.

"holy shit, y/n!" rafe rushes over and crouches down to feel sofia's pulse.

nothing.

he looks up at you. "did you do this?!"

"no…" you give him your innocent eyes, and drop her hand, pocket knife hiding behind your back.

"what the fuck, babe?"

"hey, don't act like this is all on me!" you argue, pointing down at sofia's body and pacing around the room. "she was the one who was texting and calling you nonstop this morning! she should've known better! no one takes what's mine. especially not you!"

"you— you did this… because of me?" rafe slowly stands, eyes refocusing on your crazed out state.

"of course i did," your shoulders falling limp. "i— i love you, rafe!" you shake your head. "i— i can't lose you. not-"

before you could get another word out, he was pushing you up against the wall, lips hungrily kissing yours.

the knife clatters onto the ground, as your bloodied hands tangle into his hair, and he hooks a hand around your thigh to bring it up beside his waist.

"you— you're not mad?" you ask between kisses.

"are you kidding?" he mutters against you. "fuck no. just a little more work for me."

"wait, wait, wait—" you place a hand on his chest, and push him away just enough to look at him. "what does that mean?"

"there may or may not be a dead body in the cargo bed of my truck…"

"you killed someone?"

"it was necessary?" he shrugs, a cute little smile on his lips.

a laugh falls from your mouth before you can stop it.

"what?" rafe asks, chuckling at the sound of your adorable laugh.

you shake your head, hand trailing down his hair. "we're so fucked up."

"and that's just how i like it."

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dropping monday 14/08…

this must be the place

eddie munson x steve harrington x afab!reader

summary: the summer of 1985 is only just beginning when a trip to scoops ahoy! unlocks some deeply hidden feelings you have swirling in your stomach for steve harrington. eddie munson won't let you live it down, and maybe that’s due to his own feelings too, but a chance encounter on a hot night at lovers lake sends you all down a rabbit hole you could never of prepared for.

content warnings: 18+ only minors dni, sexual content (threesome, piv sex, oral sex, dirty talk, van sex), porn with plot, eddie and reader are fwbs with feelings, gentle bullying and banter, eddie is canonically queer, mentions of past king!steve, brief homophobia mentions, a heartfelt conversation. feelings are felt on all three sides, if you don't like it look away <3 reader isn't explicitly described as alt/goth but it's implied.

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You watch curiously as the Harrington charm working it’s magic right in front of your very eyes, Steve steps in close to Linda, brushes a loose curl back — Jesus Christ, why was that doing something for you — and says something you can’t make out, but it’s enough to have Linda blushing and pulling nervously on the hem of her denim shorts.

Why were you jealous?

The telltale noise of an obnoxiously loud horn beeping lets you — and probably the entire neighbourhood — know Eddie had arrived to pick you up, snapping you completely out of your daydream. Your lips curl up into a smirk when both Linda and Steve jump ten feet at the sound, Steve rolling his eyes and scoffing.

What a bitch.

Eddie catches you looking from your window and lets out an obnoxious laugh, grinning up at you with his annoyingly perfect teeth. You wanted to punch him, maybe, but Friday nights were for one thing and one thing only, and that was getting high at Lovers Lake in the flatbed of the van.

So it’d have to wait until you didn’t need him for the weed or the ride.

Summer meant the pretty sunset as a backdrop whilst you smoked the day's events away — it somehow made everything that little bit more relaxing, watching the swirls of orange, pink and purple melt together as your brain fogged with the drugs, a nice settling in your tummy as your high took over.

It was second only to the heavy September rain that you loved so much, you found yourself yearning for it all year around. The loud patter of the large droplets clinking on the tin roof of Eddie’s van, buried under a nest of blankets to keep the cool chill off your arms and legs. Eddie’s hot breath fanning over your neck as he kissed it, chest heavy against your back. Warm, solid and comforting.

Maybe you were in love with him, or maybe you weren’t. You didn’t want to think too much about that.

You glide out of the house as quietly as you can muster, not wanting to arouse suspicion about where you were going. Even in your twenties, your parents would still have a few choice words for you in regards to Eddie Munson, and you were in no mood for the lecture. You’d heard it too many times in the years you’d known him, since fifth grade when he pushed you in the playground and you pulled his hair in retaliation.

From that moment on you were inseparable, to the dismay of your parents.

You’re aware of two other sets of eyes watching you from across the street as you bounce down the driveway, all smiles as excitement thrums through your entire body. Eddie’s maybe looking at you like you hung the fucking moon or something, but that’s probably to do with the fact you’re wearing his shirt and looking the epitome of hot.

Okay, maybe you had a complex.

“So that’s where my shirt went,” Eddie hums, giving you an appreciative once-over as you wrench the passenger door open with a horrific sounding crunch of metal, “looks better on you, I’ve gotta say.”

You clamber into the van with a huff, laughter spilling into it, “Yeah, yeah. You don’t need to woo me, Munson. We’re gonna fuck anyway, don’t worry.”

Eddie laughs loud and so fucking obnoxious, as if for somebody else’s entertainment, and it does catch the attention of the lovebirds on the other side of the road. You look over just as Steve catches your eyes, and suddenly your chest feels kind of heavy as he stares at you with a kind of intensity that you can’t put a finger on.

“Take a fuckin’ picture, Harrington,” Eddie cackles, head basically out the fucking window and he’s grinning at them both, snapping you completely out of it, “that’s as close as you’re getting to her, count your lucky stars.”

Eddie and Steve weren’t friends. In fact quite the opposite. Steve and Tommy were miserable assholes for years, made Eddie’s life hell at any given turn unless they needed him for drugs.

You think back, and truthfully the turning point was during Junior year. Steve had tripped Eddie in the hall, called him ‘queer’. Eddie didn’t stand for that, sucker punched Steve right in the jaw, hard enough that his skull hit the locker adjacent to him.

“That shit might hurt you when your daddy calls you it, but you’ve gotta do a lot worse than call me exactly what I am as an insult, Harrington.” Eddie had grinned, vicious and seething, as he watched Steve clutch desperately at his bruised jaw, wide eyed and hair askew from the force.

Steve never bothered Eddie again after that.

In fact, not long after, Steve never bothered anybody again. Maybe the knock to the head had quite literally knocked some sense into him, or something.

“You good?” Eddie’s voice, his large hand gripping your thigh knocks you back into reality, out of the daydream, and the grounding is enough to have your entire body melting into the simple touch.

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heyy bambi i was wondering if i could request tasm!peter x reader where she’s grumpy and he’s sunshine with her getting jealous and not wanting to say anything so she just pouts and he thinks it’s so cute cause reader has nothing to worry about 🥹

hi friend loved this concept...however i can only bring myself to write frat tasm peter so that is incorporated into this plot because it's just fitting. hope you love it.

Love on the Brain

Frat!Peter x Reader

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This had been the flashiest frat party of the year by far. Even flashier than the one you and your friends had stumbled into six months ago, where you first met Peter Parker. Now Peter Parker had entangled himself in every sense of your life, like the spider he was. Everyone was dressed in some type of couples get up. Groups of friends having picked out group costumes, or couples having picked out iconic couple costumes. Which is what made you pissed off even more as the brunette dressed in a heart pink dress with a heart logo on it, grasped your boyfriend's arm. Peter’s eyes widened, very interested in her story not at all paying attention to the care-bear girl petting his bicep. 

You two were very clearly dressed in a couples costume, both having walked down the stairs in a 1950’s get-up mocking that of Jack and Alice from Don’t Worry Darling. Besides that, everyone knew Peter Parker had a girlfriend, a girlfriend who was pretty territorial. 

“He only has eyes for you.” M.J. approached you with two drinks in hand Harry in tow. The two dressed as Fred and Daphne from Scooby-Doo. She pushed the vodka sprite into your hand, eyes peering into you. 

“I know. And I have eyes for her right now, just not the ones she wants.” 

“He’s so oblivious.” 

Harry laughed watching his friend, nodding his head answering the chemistry question thrown at him. “How’d you even get him to catch on that you liked him?” 

“Didn’t have too he liked me first.” You shrugged sitting your drink down, leaning against the table of snacks where Peter had left you before being cornered.

“She’s not even one of the original care-bears.” M.J. shook her head. Peter finally pulled his eyes away from her, finding you in the crowd. Warmth and relief washed over you, but apparently not your face as Peter pointed your way talking to the girl. She huffed, dropping her hand shooting daggers at you. You bit back a smile, but your walls cracked as Peter walked over engulfing you in his arms. 

“What’s the long face for mhm?” Peter teases. 

“This is just my face.” You said dropping the smile again quickly. 

“Mhm, is someone jealous? Mhm” Peter teased, rubbing his nose against your forehead, teasing you. 

“No, of course not. You know where you’re taken care of.” 

You whisper, fixing the tie, you’d put it around his neck earlier. You were insanely green on the inside, and it only filled more when you caught her and a girl in a blue dress pointing your way mumbling something about “bitch.” Your bottom lip pulled inward, biting down on it as you thought.

“You know it’s okay to get jealous. It’s healthy, good for a relationship. Shows we still got something, if you weren’t jealous..well baby I think I’d be a little offended.” 

“Do you get jealous?” You deflected away from yourself, hands resting on his shoulders. Peter laughed and tilted his head. 

“..’Course I get jealous baby. Why do you think I’m always hanging on you on these things? I gotta show we are both taken. These guys have wandering eyes and I don’t really like that.”

His words made you feel better, him bringing his lips down to your cheek and to the corner of your mouth. You smiled at him, locking your lips with him, hands squeezing his shoulders. “I love you.”

“I love you too baby, promise.” Peter says pecking your forehead. “Now let's go make fun of Harry and that dumbass ascot.” Peter says, taking a drink out of your cup, pointing at Harry who turned already anticipating the loving ridicule.

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cowboy casanova - rafe cameron AU ii

part i.

synopsis: no real plot line just me thinking about cowboy!rafe while listening to cowboy casanova lmao...might write a part 2...idk; thought my rafe phase couldn't get worse..but it's WORSAA than ever, drew got me on a leash jesus; anyway enjoy

warnings: cowboy!Rafe Cameron; kissing; a LOT of pet names; SMUT! (not that bad YET); mutual pinning;

word count: 2.204k

You still think that’s all it is. 

A few nights spent together as a stress reliever, nothing more, nothing less. You can’t help but feel sad at the thought. Maybe, you’d fallen for the reckless blonde more than you’d meant

But how could you not? Rafe, the reckless, Cameron, has stolen more than just your heart, he’s stolen your sanity. His sweet words, dripped in more than honey, have taken over every fiber of your body.

What you don’t know is how Rafe’s friends tease the living shit out of him, that he's always at your feet, or not too far behind. Always hanging on to your last word. In his eyes, you're in a league of your own, and he feels unworthy of your attention.

Your intelligence, wit, and beauty have captivated him in ways he never expected.

He never wanted to like you so much. He knows, he’s not the guy who gets the girl by the end of the story, but he’s dying to.

He has to.

He can’t fathom another possibility. Rafe knows he smokes and drinks more than he should, and he’s earned his reputation as the resident Casanova. But the one vice that really turns him inside out, the one that really knocks him off his feet…turned out to be you. 

Life’s a bitch.

 You have managed to penetrate the walls he built around himself and awaken emotions he thought he had long buried. And, a few months ago, he’d never ever admit it.

But now? Now that he finally has you, it’s all different. 

You’re the most addicting pretty little thing he has ever tasted. He willingly bends to your will and finds himself doing things he never thought he would do, all because of the intoxicating effect you have on him.

Rafe knows you're never gonna pick him. He's made his peace with that, so he'll take whatever you give him.

“You wanna run that by me again?” He asks, caging you as soon as the door to your bedroom is locked and closed behind you. His hands are everywhere, squeezing, pinching, tugging. He presses your back against the wood, your hands shoving his plaid shirt upwards. 

“Kelce asked me on a date?”

Rafe's not a jealous man. Or at least he wasn't until fucking Kelce was stupid enough to think he could put his hands on you. As if he'd ever let that happen.

He's quick to assist you when it comes to undressing you both, tugging his shirt over his head and tossing it into the darkness as he watches you press soft kisses against his bare shoulder.

“So that’s how it is, huh? Good enough to fuck you but not to take ya on dates? That hurts, sugar.”

He hopes you're too horny to notice the underlying hurt in his voice.

God forbid he ruins the mood and his chance to touch you.

Rafe’s hands wander over your hips, beneath your shirt, and by now he has memorized how you gasp so beautifully when his thumb brushes the underside of your breasts. He breaks away only to help you pull your shirt off, burying his face in your neck. 

“You never asked.”

Is that a tinge of hope? He never envisioned himself as the white picket fence type, nor did he see himself as someone who would fall in love and become a traditional knight in shining armor for someone else.

“Didn’t know I could.”

“Need a little push?” Your voice is hoarse.

Until you.

You feel him shake his head slightly, stubble rubbing just the right way against your skin.

“Just need you.” 

And then he’s leaning back over you, taking your chin in his palm as he slides his mouth over yours softly. He tastes like the whiskey you’d shared earlier. The one he’d swiped from you at the bar. Seeing him smirk beneath the brim of his hat as he tipped the glass back, made you struggle between choosing murder or sex. 

Your fingers automatically card through his hair as he slips his hands behind you to unclip your bra, letting it fall to the floor between the two of you, his mouth pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along the curve of your neck. 

Before you know it, he’s hoisting you over his shoulder so he can drop you on the bed. Lifting you had never been a problem for him.

He’s warm, his arms are wrapped around you and his legs are tangled up with yours.

When one of his hands slides around again to cup your tits in his palms, thumbs sliding over your nipple, you whine his name, and the sound makes his heart skip a beat. His other hand is back to your chin, tipping it up, towards him, and his hand slides lower, wrapping gently around your neck.

He knows just how hard to squeeze to get a gasp out of you. To make you look him in the eyes and see the smirk that curves his lips. You squirm in his lap, trying to relieve some pressure between your legs.

A whine snakes past your lips and it's like music to his ears.

“Rafe,” You beg, voice wobbling as if he'd been teasing you for hours rather than a few moments, and he swells with pride that he has as much of an effect on you as you do on him., “Want you.”

"You've got me, sweet girl," he assures, leaning down to swipe his tongue fleetingly over one of your nipples as his hands slide along the back of your thighs. 

You're arching up against him already.

“Don’t tease.”

“That desperate, huh—”

The sarcastic remark dies on his lips as you push down on the waistband of his jeans. He can’t wrap his head around how easily you unbutton his jeans and free his cock, wrapping a hand around his length.

“Fuck,” He hisses sharply, hips lurching forward, thrusting into your hand.

“That desperate, cowboy?” You ask rhetorically, your voice barely registering over the lewd sounds he’s making.

With that, Rafe goes right back to attacking your nipples. It’s a mess of teeth and tongues that results in moans, and your chest being rubbed raw by his stubble. He has to grit his teeth to keep himself from being too loud, your hand still working over his length slowly as he rests his forehead against yours.

“Gon’ be the death of me, aren’t ya?”

“Want me to stop?” You pout, hand coming to a stop as he curses you out while you make a show of licking his pre cum off your palm and his gaze darkens, fingers making quick work of the buttons on your jeans and yanking them down in one swift movement. 

“Fucking tease.”

You yelp at the suddenness but your eyes glint mischievously, drawing him back to your mouth as you murmur teasingly, “In a hurry, casanova?" 

“To get inside that sweet pussy? Yeah,” You lift your hips to slide off your underwear, dropping it to the floor, “Drive me fucking crazy, y'know that?" He admits.

You smiled into his arm, tongue rolling over your teeth as you prepare to tease, “Couldn’t tell.”

His gaze rakes over you silently, until your hands are tugging on him, fingers intertwining with his.

“Been waiting all week for you,” You say, fingertips ghosting your skin before diving down, digits collecting your wetness, an obscene sound leaving your mouth, "See?"

“Fuck—Baby, ‘m gonna cum before we even start.”

You twist your head to capture his mouth again, slower but with more heat than before. Your lips travel down to his jaw, then under his ear to suck the tender skin there. Rafe moans, his hands clenching your waist.

You’re a pain in the ass. 

His hand replaces yours, giving him leverage to circle your clit. He grunts, pupils trained on your face as your hips grind against him.

Two fingers slip in, then three. There’s hardly any coherent thought in your head when he speaks again.

“Tell me how much you missed me.”

You want to smack the shit-eating grin off of his face. He knows you can only moan at this point.

“Words, pretty.” He teases, pupils trained on your face as your hips grind against his hand. You feel him tug a strand of your hair, twisting it around his finger.

“Rafe,” You whine at his words, your grip on his shoulders squeezing impossibly tighter, “Please.”

“Y’look so pretty like this, sugar,” He whispers in your ear, “Just f’me. Fucking yourself on my fingers.”

Your hips circle desperately, head falling back as he works his magic inside you. Skillful fingers roll gentle circles against your clit. He pushes into your cunt again, thumb now rolling against your clit, one of his fingers darting in and out of you slowly.

All the way, your breathing deepens, skin glowing red at this point.

Blue shimmers into your glossy eyes, and his silky, messy dark blonde hair makes his appearance all the more alluring, especially in such a delirious state. A strong hand grips you by the neck, and firm lips plant themselves squarely on yours.

It’s pathetic how fast you keen under his touch

Rafe groans into your mouth and you continue to press your hips down farther. A needy whine escapes your lips, your panting is heavy.

“Rafe if you don’t fuck me right now, I swear to—“

You don’t think it’s possible to get wetter than you already are, but every thrust of his fingers proves you wrong. He curls both at the same time, and your hips immediately lift from the pressure.

“Uh uh, behave.” That southern drawl of his is deeper, lazier than usual.

You love it.

You watch him spit on your slit through hooded eyes and it does it for you. A rush of electricity passes through your body and it renders you senseless. It feels as if a bolt of lightning stroked inside of you, you feel the rush begin to surge. Breath caught in your lungs, chest heaving, blood rushing in your ears, you almost don’t hear when he murmurs your name.

“Oh—fuck, Rafe—baby."

“I know, sugar,” He mumbles into your mouth, smiling widening as he quickens his pace. 

Your mind is hazy, it turns into a mixture of fog and smoke, but your refuse to leave him hanging. The warmth of him is consuming and the hairs on your skin stand up eagerly.

“N-need you inside me—Oh—now.”

“Already am?”

Everything is already slick and hot to the touch. You groan so hoarsely that he feels your chest vibrate against his.

“Don't. Your cock, now.”

“Tell me y’not going on a date with fucking Kelce.”

“Rafe…” you sigh when he dives his lips to your neck. He only chuckles, his voice reverberating into your skin. You raise your hands and push at his chest slightly. 

His lips automatically unlatch from your flesh. Fuck, maybe he should’ve kept his mouth shut, is this where you tell him it’s over and you never want to see him again? 

“Yeah?” His brows are slightly knitted as you wiggle beneath him, your cunt clenching and unclenching around nothing.

“If you don’t fuck me in the next minute, you can bet your ass I’m going on that date. “

“Sugar,” Rafe groans into the junction where your shoulder and neck meet, his teeth grazing over your skin, “Can't say that.”

You raise your hips to meet his.

“M’ not going on that stupid date, you know that,” You moan.

He smiles involuntarily before he can help it, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders. The warmth spreads across his face, his lips curving upward with genuine delight, a sense of relief washes over him.

You spread your legs as he ruts into you, his clothed cock twitching above your folds. He needs to be inside of you now. 

Your body instantly shivers when he finally takes a hand into his pants and snatches his aching cock. You can’t help but stare at how the muscles in his arm bulge every time he strokes it.

Your words echo in his head as he grits his teeth to stop himself from cumming on the spot.

“Rafe, please,” You beg, again. That’s all you seem to do when you’re around him. 

With a deep breath, he finally pushes inside. Home sweet home. No matter how many times you've slept with him, it still felt like you are going to be torn apart from the inside out as he carefully inches his cock into your plush heat. 

“Could be inside you all day,” Your back automatically arches as he caresses your waist, fingers digging into his broad shoulders as he pushes in further, his shaft falling deeper into your walls, “Atta girl."

All he can do his praise you. You're the prettiest sight he has ever seen and you never fail to make his chest hurt.

“Oh god,” You whine, as he presses his forehead to yours. You tilt your head, catching his lips in a heated kiss. He lets you adjust to his size as both of you moan into each other’s mouths. When he pulls back, his pupils are blown, and his lips parted.

“Can’t wait to ruin you all over again, sugar.”

[fear-is-truth]

‘𝑪𝑨𝑼𝑺𝑬 𝑰’𝑴 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑱𝑨𝒁𝒁 𝑺𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑬𝑹, 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝒀𝑶𝑼’𝑹𝑬 𝑴𝒀 𝑪𝑼𝑳𝑻 𝑳𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹 — kai anderson

✧. headcanon tags: fem! reader. mention of murder. ꒰ dating kai anderson headcanons ꒱ ⨾

kai enjoys reading in his free time, (when he’s not plotting world domination)

his favourites are by machiavelli, tolstoy, nietzsche and shakespeare. he often quotes them in fucked up situations.

“good night, sweet prince, and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.”

like when he tortured RJ with a nail gun, he quoted hamlet. that part killed me.)

so he expects you to read too so he can carry an intelligent conversation with you. quality time, like a two-person book club.

after all, the future mother of his messiah baby can’t be an ‘uneducated hoe’.

you should be grateful that at least he doesn’t demand you to hand in a five-page book report every week (yet).

x

super possessive and gets jealous very easily. if a cult member dared to look in your direction, well, too bad for them.

kai is very creative when it comes to punishments. in the cruelest, most horrific ways imaginable.

tolerant of pda. in public, he allows you to hold onto his arm. don’t expect him to reciprocate though, he doesn’t want to be regarded as a simp.

if he catches other men checking you out, he’ll put an arm around your waist or squeeze your ass in a possessive way. glaring daggers to remind those bastards that he owns you.

at home, he displays affection in the most subtle of ways: a hand on the small of your back, his chin resting on your shoulder as he inspects whatever food you’re cooking for him.

while watching cult documentaries together on the couch, his arms casually resting on the backrest, hand grazing against your shoulder.

idly playing with a strand of your hair during commercials.

you have each other’s initials tattooed on the inner side of your pinky fingers.

he took you to his dead parents’ bedroom and introduced you to his mother.

he lets you help dyeing/cutting his hair. only you and winter are allowed with that special‘privilege’.

x

dates with him always feel like they’re completely random and impromptu.

(that’s what he wants you to think. what would his followers think if they found out the divine ruler spends time planning out dates for his girlfriend?)

“get dressed. we’re leaving in five minutes.” is code for “i’m taking you out on a date but don’t you dare make a big deal out of it.”

if he gives you ten or fifteen minutes to prepare, it means he’s taking you somewhere upscale so you better look nice.

his eyes always give that slight flicker of approval when he sees you wearing that dress he loves seeing you in.

(already imagining that dress on the bedroom floor.)

“do i look okay in this dress?”

“i’d fuck you in it,”

“…”

x

kai is good at reading people, pinpointing their weaknesses and using them to his advantage. though with you, it's done in a less malicious manner. don’t get me wrong, he’s still controlling as hell, but it's his twisted way of showing care for you.

he remembers everything that you’ve ever told him about yourself. literally everything.

even though he generally appears to be disinterested or zoned out when you’re talking, he’s silently cataloging every piece of information about you in his head. for later use.

he plays dumb. pretends to know little about you, in hopes to extract more info.

but then he accidentally let slip the fact that remembers the name of your bitchy grade school teacher, whom you once mentioned ages ago.

“ugh, that old lady in the checkout line reminded me of-”

“your 3rd grade bitch teacher. mrs davenport.”

“Well yeah.. wait, how’d you even know-”

and he’s staring back at you with a blank expression like: ‘duh. you told me, stupid.’

x

winter is your number-one shipper.

you always manage to bring out the old kai. the brother she grew up with : sweet, awkward, and funny. those were fleeting moments, but better than nothing.

and she’s grateful that someone can actually put up with her screwed-up brother, so she’s constantly in dread that one day he’ll push too far and you’ll leave.

winter knows that kai cares a great deal about you, more than he’s ever willing to admit.

x

during fights, he can’t bring himself to yell at you for too long when you’re crying.

he’s witnessed the way his shitbag father had treated his mother. so he just stands there, jaw clenched, fists balled as he tries to control himself.

most of the time, he leaves the room quickly, for the both of you to calm down. which is probably for best.

on rare occasions, when winter is absolutely livid at his assholery and the way he treated you, he finally realises that he had went too far, so he comes looking for you, feeling a bit.. guilty.

when he sees your tear-stained face, he sighs, mumbles something like:

“ugh.. can’t believe you’re still crying.. c’mere.”

then he outstretches his arms to you, kiss the top of your head and holds tightly to you, as you sniffle into his chest.

that is when you know that he is truly sorry without saying the actual words.

that small gesture is the kai anderson equivalent of begging on his knees for your forgiveness.

it’s just that his ego won’t allow him to apologize like a normal person. so he makes up by being sweeter to you the rest of the day.

because if there’s anything that scares him more than bruising his ego, it’s the possibility of losing you.

 fear-is-truth 2024 — all rights reserved. please do not modify, repost, translate, or plagiarise my content.

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Cream Pie / Choi Beomgyu

pairing: choi beomgyu x fem!reader

word count: maybe 1.5k?

warnings: cursing, mentions of reader being jealous, beom and reader argue (nothing extreme literally minor plot), this is basically pwp imo. names (beomie, gyu, beom, slut, whore, bitch, babe, baby, love), cream pie, no protection (don't do this i'm just too lazy to write a condom scene i'll be honest), lowk manhandling maybe, kissing, uh maybe that's all?? not proofread, mayhaps improper grammar capitalization. if i missed anything please let me know!

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"God damn it gyu, why do you have to be like this?" You furrowed your brows, throwing your hands up. This was the second time this week that you and beomgyu had gotten into an argument because of your jealousy. It wasn't always this bad, but lately one of beomgyu's coworkers just seemed to be getting way too friendly.

"What do you mean why am I like this Y/n? You literally started this!" His voice had finally started to get louder, "Well maybe if you would tell her off I wouldn't feel this way! Don't you see the way she touches you? It's like how I do! That's not okay.. Only i'm supposed to do that." His eyes softened but his voice became more stern, "Seriously?" He grabbed your wrist causing you to look up at him, "Just how many times do I need to fuck it into you that nobody else compares to you. I tell you that all the time, I show you what you mean to me."

Now, sure this was a serious argument conversation, but something about the way beomgyu was speaking to you had you clenching your thighs together. As angry as you were, he always got hotter when he was a bit irritated. Your anger was starting to dissipate into lust, and at the end of the day the truth was you simply wanted beomgyu. You pouted your lips, looking off to the side, "You haven't paid any attention to me this week gyu.. haven't touched me or nothin'.." You heard him laugh a bit, "So that's what all this was for?" He gestured his hands up into the air, "Don't need to argue with me to get me touch you my love, you just have to ask." His hand trailed up your arm before sitting against on your neck, "..but considering you did start this argument with me, don't you think you deserve a slight punishment?" Your eyes lit up just a bit, and your panties started to stick to your core.

"Now, why don't you head to the bedroom and get undressed for me since you want to be such a needy slut?" You rapidly nodded, hurrying off to the bedroom and quickly ridding yourself of your clothing before laying down on the bed. beomgyu came in shortly after. His hand traveled down to your pussy, his fingers running small circles around your clit. you let out a suppressed moan, "gyu, please wan' more." He hummed in response, slipping a finger inside, "No cumming until i say so." stuttering as your eyes went wide, "B-but that's no fair! 's mean.. always mean to m-" He added a second finger quickening his pace, forcing you to close your eyes and arch your back. gyu was hitting that sweet gummy spot, the one that makes you feel oh so nice. "You like it when i'm mean to you like this, you enjoy it as much as i do. Don't put on this "good girl" act with me when you're acting like a bitch in heat." simply nodding your head letting out breathy moans here and there. "Ah, beom, more please~ feels good.. close." Pulling his fingers out before quickly taking off his clothes, "Mmph- ah! beomgyu! What are you doing?" "I told you you're not cumming until i say so, baby. I'm going to have my way with you and then we'll see if you can finish."

He leaned back onto the bed, holding your thighs open before aligning himself with your entrance. Gathering a nice amount of slick, his tip continuing to bump against your clit, sending jolts of pleasure through you. "Don't tease... please just fuck me." "So damn desperate, do you want it that bad?" He ran himself through your folds a few times, continuing to tease you, just to see how much you'd beg. "Yesyes, please gyu just do something." He smirked slightly, pushing your knees against your chest before slamming himself inside your warm cunt, beginning at a pace that already had you gripping the sheets and biting your lips. "If that's what you really want baby, i'll give it to you. Ah shit- don't wanna hear you say it's t'much. You're gonna lay here and take it like the whore you are."

Beomgyu was always so good at this. Not just the way he fucked you, but everything that went into it. Even the things he said had you clenching around his dick, it made your brain foggy. He leaned down slightly, face coming closer to your ear, "Wish you could see yourself, barely started and you look so fucked out already.." his breath sent a shiver down your spine, "feels so good beomie.. please," he let go of your thigh, grabbing at your hip and going deeper, practically kissing your cervix. "Shit! mm~ gyu please please," "Please what, babe? Gonna beg for somethin'?" He let out a few moans each time he felt you clamp down on him, "gyu, wanna cum. Feels good, so good." "No." He was stern with his voice. You whined, grabbing at his bicep, "Please! can't take it, need to." He gripped your face, "I said no, I told you this was a punishment." His hand moved down, between the valley of your breasts, brushing over your nipple even so slightly before trailing further down. Thumb gently brushing over your clit, a small smirk across his lips, "You better not cum, or it'll be a whole two weeks before I touch you again." You shook your head, nails leaving crescent shapes on his arms from how hard you were squeezing.

His pace quickened, "Don't do that, can't hold it, s' too much," "You can wait, hold it f'me." Tears pricked at your waterline, "Baby, please let me. Wanna cum for you so bad." beomgyu let out a groan, he loved when you said things like that. "I'm close, just wait for me," both of his hands traveled to your hips, gripping them harshly before fucking into you. "Ah! Right there please! gyu~ againagain," "Shit.. look so pretty spread out like this for me. My pretty bitch, pussy made just f'me." You turned your head to the side letting out a moan, "Just for you.. beomie~ need to cum," "Let go baby, wanna feel you cum on my cock." And you did just as he said, your orgasm washed over you in intense waves. Beomgyus thrusts became more and more sloppy, a tell that he was close. He groaned, "close.. fuck.." "Want it gyu, please give it to me." He nodded slightly, throwing his head back and letting out such a pretty moan before painting your walls white. A few more thrusts before he slowed to a complete stop.

He took in a few deep breathes before that stupid smile of his began showing as you looked up. You giggled a bit, "What are you smiling about?" "You're just so cute, you know that?" You face began to heat up, you slapped his chest, "Don't say stuff like that when we're in this position." He laughed before leaning down to kiss you. Your arms wrapped around his neck pulling him farther into the kiss, "Love you s' much, even when you're jealous." He mumbled. "Love you too." he finally pulled back from your lips, lightly tapping your thigh, "Time to clean up my little oatmeal cream pie right?" Your hand came up to your mouth, covering it in shock as you squeezed your thighs shut. "Beomgyu! Shut up!" He laughed as you threw the pillows on the bed at him.

Laughter and small shouts filled the bathroom as he continued to tease you while you both bathed. It was times like these that reminded you even if your jealousy overcame you, things would always be fine. It was "your beomie" after all, he would never fail to find a way to mend things. That's what made you love him so much in the first place. Even if you both argued and your emotions got the best of you, beomgyu would always be there to make you feel better, in multiple ways.

a/n: hey cuties looks like ur fav author ghosted u again and is giving u their biweekly post as an apology. it's gyu smut this time. forgive me 🩷. i have stuff in the drafts i'm finishing up rn. i know the ending was rushed i tried my best guys. it's 5am. goodbye.

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[multifandombitxh]

Name Calling

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Genre: Angst/Smut

Warnings: Foreplay, teasing, jealous!Eddie, very light smut, caught-in-the-act type shit

A/N: Back story is the reader was friends with Eddie before high school, but became closer with Steve, and Eddie hated his guts for it. Reader was also kinda friends with Reefer Rick, which is a slightly important plot point. Takes place when they find Eddie at Rick's house ✨

Summary: Eddie and the reader really, really fucking hate each other, that was obvious to anyone with eyes. They were friends once upon a time, but when Steve Harrington came into the picture, everything fell apart. Now, as the reader tries to help Eddie hide from cops, she finds an interesting way to keep them entertained.

18+ MINORS DNI

"What the hell is she doing here?"

"Um, saving your dumb ass, obviously? No need to thank me, Munson, really."

"Jesus Christ, Y/N, you know what? I have had it with you and your attitude-"

A chorus of groans filled the boathouse, the murky lake water splashing against the boat as Eddie stood. You had taken several steps closer toward him, but was forced to stop when Steve all but threw himself in between you both like a lion tamer. By now Eddie had stepped out of the boat and was making his way toward you, despite the fact that Steve stood directly in the way.

This wasn't going to end well.

"Okay, maybe now isn't the best time to be fighting," Robin said, a worried expression painting her features. "Like, maybe we should focus on what to do next? Something productive?"

"I can think of a few productive things I could be doing right now," You said through your teeth. "Several hundreds of miles away from here, preferably."

"Maybe you should go do them, then," Eddie replied, tilting his head to the side and pointing a finger to Steve's chest. "You can take your little guard dog with you, too."

"Really, dude?" Steve muttered, focusing his eyes on Eddie and shoving his hand away. "That's the best you can come up with? 'Guard dog'? What are you, twelve?"

"Sorry, should I have said 'mutt' instead?" Eddie antagonized, getting up close and personal with Steve. "Or maybe 'bitch' would be more fitting."

"Okay, you're done," Steve said curtly, giving Eddie a slight shove backward. "You really wanna do this right now? I will knock you straight into next year, freak, I swear-"

"Guys, come on, seriously?" Dustin yelled, "No one gives a shit that you hate each other. Y/N, we're here to help Eddie, not make things worse. Eddie, Y/N agreed to help. And Steve, stay out of it. So all of you shut the hell up and get over yourselves! We have bigger problems right now than your stupid love lives."

"Love lives?" You, Eddie, and Steve shrieked in unison as you whipped around to shoot him a look of disgust.

"Okay, bad wording," Dustin corrected, "But my point still stands, you three need to knock. it. off."

After holding a heated stare with Eddie for a few moments, you broke eye contact and spun around, exiting in a huff through the creaky wooden door into the cool night air. Steve followed soon after, hot on your heels. When he finally caught up to you, he grabbed you by the wrist to stop you in your tracks.

"Come on, Y/N," Steve said softly, shaking his head. "Look, I'd love to knock that prick on his ass, but we came here to help, didn't we?"

"I did want to help," You replied, "But he clearly doesn't want it if it's coming from me."

"I don't get it," Steve sighed, "What's his deal? Why do you two hate each other so much? And what the hell is his problem with me?"

"I don't know, Steve, maybe it's because in high school, I started hanging out with you instead of him, and he never wanted to even think about sharing the same air as you," You replied, "Will you just find me when you're ready to leave?"

With that, you pulled away from Steve, making your way back to the car. You leaned against the warm hood and took several deep breaths, watching the lake that shimmered behind the boathouse. It was humid out, enough to make you break out in a sweat as you waited for the others to return. When they finally did, they began piling in the car, and when you tried to join them, Steve stopped you for the second time that night.

"I want you to stay here," He said quietly, his gaze intense.

"You're joking," You scoffed, "You want me to stay here? Are you insane, Harrington? After the shit that he just pulled?"

"You knew this Reefer Rick guy, right?" Steve asked.

"Well, yeah, a little, but-"

"Then you're the only person who can stay behind without it looking suspicious," He explained. "We need someone to keep an eye out for anyone looking for Eddie, and if they find you instead, it'll make sense that you're here. Look, I don't wanna leave you here with the guy, but it's our best chance of keeping people from finding him."

"Don't make me stay here with him, Steve," You almost whined, "Please, don't leave me here."

"We'll be back in the morning, okay?" He reassured, pulling his keys out of his pocket. "I promise."

As Steve climbed in his car and drove off into the night, you stood on the edge of the road, fighting the urge to scream up at the sky.

"I should've stayed home," You sighed before turning heel and walking back to the boathouse. Eddie was waiting for you inside, leaning back against a shelf and staring at the doorway like he'd been expecting you to walk through any minute. His arms were crossed tightly over his chest, his weight shifted to one side and a scowl on his face.

"Look, I don't wanna be here anymore than you do," You said as you entered, "So I'll make this quick. I'm not doing this because I like you, I'm doing this because they do. I'll be in the house."

"Good, awesome, stay there," Eddie replied, "I don't wanna hear from you again unless it's important."

"Oh, that reminds me, I do have something important to tell you," You said in a mock-cheerful voice. Making your way over to him, you got as close to him as you could without being on top of him. Eddie raised a suspicious eyebrow at you, then you flipped the bird in his face.

"Very mature, Y/N," Eddie said, rolling his eyes. "When are you gonna grow up, huh?"

"I'll grow up when you grow a pair, Munson," You replied with a sickeningly sweet smile.

Turning to make your exit, you left the boathouse in a hurry, walking up the dark driveway to the backdoor and entering the house. Dust kicked off of the door as it opened, making you cough. Stepping inside, you sneezed a few times before finally getting a good look at the place. You'd never actually been inside Rick's house before, just out back to hang out and smoke.

It was kind of a dump.

Walking to the kitchen, you opened several cabinet doors before finding glasses. Plucking one off of the shelf, you rinsed it off in the sink and filled it with water, gulping it down and setting the glass to the side. You took a deep breath in and held it for a moment before releasing it, closing your eyes and praying for this all to end soon.

You made yourself comfortable in the living room, sitting on the old couch and coughing again as a small cloud of dust filled the air. You sat up and dusted the couch off as best as you could before laying down across the cushions and closing your eyes. Within minutes you felt sleep overcoming you, which wasn't much of a surprise given recent events. For the first time in days you allowed yourself a moment to rest.

After a few hours of tossing and turning and waking up to every little noise, the sound of the back door opening made you jolt awake. Eddie walked through the doorway, making eye contact with you and quickly looking away. You watched as he made his way down the hallway nearby, opening a door and closing it loudly behind him. Sighing, you sat up straight and crossed your legs, now wide awake. It was beginning to get light out, a deep blue sky peaking through the windows and illuminating the walls. You reached out to the side table to turn on a lamp, the warm yellow light brightening up the cold room. The sound of running water came from down the hall followed by the sound of the door swinging open and a light switch being flipped.

At least now you knew where the bathroom was.

"Sleep well?" Eddie asked, leaning over the back of the couch to look down at you.

"Would be better with some peace and quiet," You muttered. Eddie rolled his eyes and rounded the corner of the couch, coming to sit beside you and crossing his own legs on the cushions.

A long, uncomfortable silence grew between you, making you toy with the fabric of the couch to try and occupy your mind. Eddie was sitting dangerously close to you, close enough that your knees touched. The longer the silence carried out, the more restless you became.

"Can I ask you something?" Eddie asked, breaking the silence.

You shrugged. "I have a feeling you will anyway even if I say no, so shoot."

"Did you know?" He questioned, his words slow and drawn out. "Did you know about this... Upside Down stuff? I mean, the Demodogs and shit, whatever Dustin called them."

"Yeah, I knew," You sighed, leaning back into the cushions more. "I really wish I didn't, but I knew."

"How do you deal with it?" Eddie asked quietly. When you looked over at him his eyes were fixated on nothing, his lips pursed in a thin line and skin looking paler than normal. "I mean, how do you even sleep at night knowing that shit is out there?"

"I don't," You scoffed, "Or I try not to think about it."

Eddie shook his head. "I just don't get it, man."

"None of us do, welcome to the club," You said, gently slugging him on the back of his shoulder. "Speaking of the club, what the hell was all that back there? You seriously wanted to fight Steve Harrington?"

"I didn't want to," Eddie said, "But I was ready to."

"You are impossible," You sighed, standing from the couch. "I don't get it, Eddie. You were my best friend. What do you have against Steve that made it so hard to be around me anymore?"

"For starters, he's an asshole," He replied with a chuckle, "Secondly, you never heard the way he talked about you when you weren't around. I was stuck in classes with him all the time his Senior year and it was miserable."

"Yeah? What did he say?" You asked, your interest piqued as you turned to face him. You crossed your arms over your chest and chewed on your lower lip, wondering if Eddie was telling the truth, or just trying to get a reaction out of you.

"I don't even want to repeat the things he said about you, Y/N."

Eddie's words hung heavily in the air, making you shift uncomfortably. "Can you at least give me a rough idea?"

His eyes snapped up to meet yours, a somewhat devious look hiding behind his gaze. He stood from his place on the couch, moving closer to you until he was so close you had to start backing up to keep some space between you. His hands were shoved in his front pockets, head cocked to one side as he kept advancing on you.

"You really wanna know?" He asked, his tone low and rough. You nodded as he kept backing you further and further away, swallowing hard. It was becoming more and more difficult to differentiate whether or not you were infuriated with him, or absolutely enchanted by him. Something in the air had shifted the second he stood up, and was ever changing as he closed in on you.

"If you really want to know," Eddie started, wetting his lips. "His favorite thing to talk about was how he couldn't help imagining how cute you would look sitting in his lap. Sometimes he'd talk about your pretty mouth, and how he always wondered if it can do more than just talk too fucking much."

"He did not say that, quit making shit up," You snorted. Your back collided with the wall behind you, gently knocking the air out of your lungs. With nowhere left to go, you watched as Eddie stood before you, placing both hands on either side of you on the wall, trapping you between his arms.

"He didn't, but I'm sure he wondered," Eddie went on, "I mean, who wouldn't? I'm sure he wondered about what you looked like writhing underneath him, too. Or maybe he couldn't stop thinking about what you sounded like while you're riiiight on the edge. I'd bet money that he's gotten off to the idea of you cumming so hard around him that you can't even think straight."

"Are we... still talking about Steve?" You asked in a small voice. Your entire body felt hot, like there was a fire lit under your skin that you couldn't seem to put out. It was hard to convince yourself that you didn't want him to rip your clothes off and have his way with you with the way he was staring you down.

Eddie leaned in, grabbing your chin between his fingers to pull you closer, the tip of his nose touching yours. "What do you think?"

With that, the gap between you closed, your lips meeting in the middle and your bodies melding together. You were basically putty in his hands, which were gripping your waist so tightly you thought your ribs might snap. His mouth moved against yours in a perfect rhythm as he turned his head slightly to the side to deepen the kiss. Your hands had made themselves at home by gripping the front of his jean vest, knuckles going white as he kissed you like there was no tomorrow.

The longer he held you up against that wall, the harder it became to slow your breathing. His touch was overwhelmingly intense, leaving you a breathless, gasping mess at his mercy. While one part of you desperately wanted him to have his way with you, another part of you couldn't help thinking back on all of the ways he had hurt you in the past, or made you angry, or treated you like his enemy rather than someone he was once friends with. You decided to use that anger, letting one hand drift up to his tangled hair. Gripping his curls tightly you gave them a harsh tug, eliciting a deep growl from Eddie.

His mouth abandoned yours when you pulled his hair, his eyes drifting open slowly and revealing a look of pure sin that made you shiver. Your mouth hung slack as he stared you down, your breath mingling with his and a jolt of excitement shooting through you. The hands on your waist drifted down to your hips and under your shirt, his fingertips sinking into your skin. You hissed as his rings made contact, the metal cold against your warm flesh.

"That's how it's going to be, huh?" Eddie asked, yanking you forward and grinding your hips into his.

"That's how it's always been, Munson."

Eddie emitted another harsh growl that mingled with soft laughter on its way out. You felt a familiar wetness pool inside your jeans at the sound he made alone, your arousal growing stronger when his lips collided with yours again in a heated, hungry kiss. Everything about the exchange felt intoxicating; the warmth of his hands sliding up your back beneath your shirt, the soft moans he let out through his nose as he kissed you, the way his bangs tickled your face. Everything was overwhelming and you couldn't keep it together anymore.

You wrapped your arms around Eddie's neck, effectively closing any space that remained between your bodies. He sighed into the kiss, pulling you away from the wall and moving you backwards until you found yourself in the hallway. He broke the kiss and grabbed you by the hand, guiding you down the hallway to an empty bedroom. A full-sized bed sat in the middle of the room, white sheets and blankets a mess and the pillows scattered about. It was a staunch reminder that you were in someone else's home.

"Eddie, I don't know about this," You said hesitantly, turning to face him. "I don't think Rick would appreciate us sleeping in his bed."

"Sweetheart, the last thing we'll be doing in this bed is sleeping," Eddie breathed in your ear, "What Rick doesn't know won't hurt him."

With that, Eddie gave you a gentle shove backwards, making you fall onto the disheveled bed. While you were busy finding your bearings, he climbed on top of you, making himself at home between your legs. His large belt buckle- a handcuff, how fitting- gently brushed over your clothed clit, making you gasp softly. You bit your lip to try and stifle the noises you wanted to make as he carefully pressed himself against you, the hardness in his jeans making it very difficult to concentrate on anything else. He let out a soft chuckle above you, making you very aware of the advantage he had over you currently.

"What's the matter?" He asked in a taunting voice, "Having a hard time imagining Steve in my place?"

"Oh for Christ's sake, I never wanted Steve," You snapped, slightly annoyed as you sat up on your elbows. "I don't know where the hell you even got that idea from."

"What do you want, then?" He asked. His eyes were lidded and dark as he stared down at you like he was ready to pounce on you any moment.

"I want you, Eddie."

"Do you... really wanna do this?" He asked, his tone a little more serious this time. You took note of the way his eyebrows turned up at the inner corners, a concerned look flooding his features as if he was realizing for the first time what he was doing.

"Yes," You said with confidence, "Yes, Eddie, I want this."

With the green light, Eddie was on you in moments, capturing your lips in yet another hot kiss as he ground his hips into yours, forcing a long, drawn out moan out of you that was muffled by the kiss. His mouth left yours to trail sloppy, wet kisses down the side of your face, to your jaw, before attaching to your neck. One of his hands was resting on the other side of your neck, his fingertips brushing against your jaw while he worked on marking your throat with his tongue and teeth. You squeezed your eyes shut and let out a shaky breath, raising your hips up off of the bed to try and gain some friction where you desperately needed it most.

Eddie took the hint and used his body weight to force you back down into the mattress, his cock pressed flush up against you. Electricity shot up your spine at the sensation, butterflies erupting in your stomach as you threw your head back into the scratchy blanket. Eddie carried on grinding into you as he pushed your shirt up your torso, revealing your bra to him and making you tremble as his fingertips brushed your delicate skin.

"How cute," He said with a small smile, toying with the fabric. "You wear this little number for me?"

"In your dreams, Munson. I didn't even know I'd be seeing you today when I put this on," You shot back, rolling your eyes at him.

"You knew you'd be seeing Steve, though," Eddie said, drawing out his words. "Did you wear this to impress him, sweetheart?"

"God, when are you gonna stop talking about Steve?" You asked impatiently, sitting up on your elbows again to give Eddie a deadly glare.

"I'll stop talking about Steve when you start proving to me you don't want him," Eddie replied, a toothy grin on his face. "So far, I'm not convinced. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if you started screaming his name instead of mine when I fuck you senseless here in a minute."

Your breath got caught in your throat. Was his always this... Perverted? You weren't even sure if that was the right word for it. Either way, he had a way with words, and without even knowing it, he had talked you into doing exactly what he wanted. Accepting the challenge, you shoved Eddie off of you, forcing him onto his back and swapping your positions. He sat up straight as you rested your legs on either side of his hips, sitting in his lap and kissing him hard.

Soft laughter echoed in his chest as you took control, all but ripping his vest and leather jacket from his body and tossing them to the floor. Eddie slipped his hands under your shirt again, lifting it over your head and discarding it with his jacket. His hands trailed from your collarbones and over your breasts, still concealed by your bra. You sighed into the kiss as he squeezed hard over the material, grinding down against him and smiling at the choked noise that came from his throat.

By now the sun was beginning to come up, and you guessed it was likely early dawn, maybe around seven. Eddie all but tore his shirt away, tossing it into clothing purgatory. An overwhelming need washed over you as he unhooked your bra then reached out to gently stroke your hardening nipple with the pad of his thumb. His lower lip was pulled between his teeth, a look of pure concentration painting his features, eyes glued to your exposed chest.

"You just gonna stare, or are you gonna do something?" You asked, eyeing him down and flinching when he gently pinched the tip between his thumb and index finger.

"You have no idea what I'm going to do to you, Y/N," Eddie sighed out, tearing his gaze away from your naked chest to look you in the eye. "Not a clue."

"Then maybe you should shut up and do it already," You replied, eliciting a toothy grin from him. As if something inside of him snapped, he was quick to move you out of his lap and onto your back again, harshly pulling your jeans from your legs, leaving you only in your underwear. The cool morning air hit the soaked fabric, making you shiver.

Eddie latched onto one of your nipples with his mouth, his tongue circling the tip softly. You couldn't help moaning and arching your back off the bed, letting your eyes flutter closed to enjoy the sensation. When his ringed fingers slipped past the waistband of your panties and glided over your opening, you whined noisily, your hips moving against your will. He still had yet to touch you where you really, truly wanted him to, and it was going to make you lose your senses.

"Eddie, please," You whispered, twirling a strand of his hair around your finger.

"'Please' what, sweetheart?" Eddie asked teasingly, looking up at you through his lashes. "You're gonna have to do better than that to get what you want."

"Please touch me," You sighed, every ounce of dignity evacuating your body and brain. All you cared about in that moment was Eddie; his hands, his lips, his stupid, shit-eating grin, everything was Eddie. Nothing else mattered, you just wanted him, and nothing else.

"Is that what you want?" He asked, "You want me to do this?"

As he spoke, his finger began circling your clit, egging a groan from you as he finally gave you what you'd been craving. Based on your reaction, Eddie seemed to give in, pressing more firmly against the nerve and spreading around the wetness found there. It was even harder to hold back now as your mouth fell open in a loud, breathy moan. As he kept up a steady pace stroking you, you couldn't seem to stop the noises that came out of your throat, broken curse words high-pitched whines filling the air. A moan of his own found its way out as he touched you, bringing his finger to his lips and sticking it in his mouth. His eyes were locked with yours in a heated glare as he sucked your juices off of his finger. The sight alone was enough to make your jaw drop.

"Oh my god, seriously, you two?"

Steve's voice startled you both, making you instinctively cover your bare torso with the blanket. He was standing in the doorway, a vase in one hand and an annoyed look on his face. Eddie helped cover you up, shooting Steve a look that could kill.

"Steve, what the hell?" You yelled back.

"I told you we would be back, don't give me that shit. I thought someone found you guys," Steve replied, looking anywhere that wasn't at you. "Would you two knuckleheads please just get dressed and meet us outside? Jesus Christ."

With that, Steve slammed the door shut, leaving you and Eddie in silence. You pulled the blanket up over your face, groaning into the fabric and squeezing your eyes shut. Eddie slipped under the blanket as well, trailing kisses up your middle until he reached your face. You opened your eyes and stared up at him, your lower lip stuck out in a soft pout. He smiled down at you and placed a long, sweet kiss to your lips before pulling back. He placed one hand on your cheek, his thumb gently stroking the skin there.

"Harrington can wait another five minutes. I'm not done."

[onlyvrse]

hold onto these for me

“need ‘ya to hold onto these for me, can you do that for me, princess?”

pairing: bradley “rooster” bradshaw x female!pilot!reader

summary: in which rooster gives you his aviators to take care of. he’s very adamant that you don’t drop them.

genre: porn with plot, that’s it.

warnings: unprotected sex (not recommended), oral f! receiving, dirty talk, reader attempts to be a brat but gets put into her place very fast, soft!dom bradley, possessive boyfriend rooster, public sex (they do it in a bathroom?) hangman is a whiny bitch (yes, that’s a warning), teeny tiny spoilers ( i think?)

a/n: always in lower case. trying to pace smut a bit better lol be patient with me. i love phoenix and bob, cries. c/s = call sign. still working on pacing smut a little better but um yes

word count: 2.3k

this is purely a work of fiction

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you watch as phoenix proceeds to beat hangman’s ass at pool, giggling from your position in your boyfriends lap, a hand placed on your thigh, rubbing small circles with his thumb as he’s preoccupied in conversation. “seresin, man, i thought you were supposed to be good at pool.” bradley chuckles, taking a sip of his beer as he watches, entertained by hangman’s constant complaints of losing. “well, rooster, why don’t you play for me instead of dry humping c/s in-front of all of us?” your head whips to the blonde aviator as soon as the comment leaves his mouth, you tilt your head, amused. “s’okay to be jealous jake, we all know roos beat you to me, not that you had much of a chance anyway. what’s past is past, for all of us.” phoenix sputters out into laughter, your eyes flicker to coyote who has a hand over his mouth in attempts not to laugh along with her. your eyes make their way back to hangman, his lips are in a tight line- instead of a snarky remark, which you were expecting, he shakes his head and continues to play pool- even if he is losing. “always had an attitude didn’t you?” bradley asks, a hand snaking around your waist as you giggle, “you love it, roos.” he takes another sip of his beer, pushing his aviators up the bridge of his nose. 

“that i do.”

hangman, ironically, hangs his head before tapping his pool cue against the hardwood floor, “you guys better not fuck in the open where we can see you, i swear to god rooster if i find some sticky white shit in your plane-” he’s cut off by a pool cue to the abdomen courtesy of phoenix. “leave ‘em alone, bagman.” he winces, bracing himself on the edge of the pool table as bob laughs at him. “atta girl, phoenix!” you call out, laughing as you lean back against your boyfriend. “you’re lucky you’re pretty, c/s.” he grunts, straightening up to his full height. “that she is, hangman. ‘nd i suggest you keep on playing pool and keep your eyes to yourself unless you wanna end up in an early grave.” your boyfriend curtly responds, putting the man in his place as he nonchalantly takes a sip of his beer. you watch as seresin and rooster stare each other down from their respective places. “easy, lieutenants. let’s try not to kill each other before we even know what the mission is.” phoenix sighs and you smile at her, mouthing a ‘thank you.’ she’d always been the peacemaker between your boyfriend and hangman. as much as you try to stop them, the cocky bastard would always get under your skin eventually, and you too, would end up joining bradley in attempts to shut him up. 

your squadron always knew that if someone messed with you, they were messing with rooster too. vice versa. due to the high level of risk associated with your jobs, you had each-others backs no matter the situation, whether it be in the sky or on the ground. you two were inseparable. 

thankfully, the tension eases rather swiftly and a new pool game has started. you laugh at phoenix and bob’s antics, shifting slightly before a harsh grip meets your hips. “stop moving, damn it.” he orders, a hush in your ear as he continues to sip at the beer bottle in his hand. you cough, clearing your throat as you continue to spectate the game. you knowingly shift your position again, making sure to put a bit of pressure on the growing tent in his pants- this earns a low groan from the man behind you. “what’d i say?” he asks, grip still tight on your hips. you feign an innocent look, “m’sorry roos, didn’t mean to.” that’s a lie. “uh-huh, sure.” he mumbles, downing the rest off his beer before setting it on the bar top. both of his arms are wrapped around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder. you move again.

“y’never listen, do you?”

you shake your head, biting your lip in anticipation of what he does next. cheers erupt from behind you, followed by a chanting of bob’s name- you assume he’s won the pool game, but suddenly you’re being dragged away by the wrist. “what’re you-” bradley pulls you both into a random room, locking the door behind him before lifting you up onto the counter. his lips crash onto yours before you even have the time to process where you are, he bites at your bottom lip and you gasp into his mouth, bradley taking the opportunity to slide his tongue in. you moan against his lips, his hands kneading the fat of your ass through your denim shorts as he begins to kiss his way from your lips to your jaw, to your neck. you whine under his touch, his hand reaching for your breast as he gropes harshly, you whine- he smiles against your skin, knowing how easily he can get you to melt under his touch.

he looks up at you through his aviators before taking them off. you think he’s going to tuck them into his shirt like usual, but no. he places them delicately on the top of your head, tucking the hooks behind your ears.“need ‘ya to hold onto these for me, can you do that for me, princess?” you audibly swallow, nodding at him as you let him unzip your shorts, his fingers hooking at the belt loops and you lift your hips to help him take them off. the aviators slip to the bridge of your nose as you look down at him hungrily and he tuts, grabbing your chin so you make eye contact. “you better not drop them. you’re gonna be good for me, right baby?” you nod, taking in your surroundings as you lift his aviators to perch on top of your head again.

you’re in a fucking disabled stall.

he notices your eyes scanning around and he cups the side of your face, rubbing this thumb against your cheek before hovering it over your bottom lip. better be quiet, darlin’. don’t want anyone hearing you but me.” and without any warning, there’s a finger rubbing against your clothed cunt and you whine, he kisses you again to swallow the sound. “y’so brave and cold up in the sky baby, but you’re such a needy little thing for me, aren't you?” you mewl at the comment, kissing him feverishly as he continues to tease you. “roos, fuck, please-.” before you can even finish your sentence, his knuckle’s pushed your underwear to the side and he’s gathering your slick with two fingers. “you’re fucking soaked, doll.” you mewl at the comment, taking your bottom lip between your teeth as he begins to toy with your bundle of nerves. your hips buck against his hand, desperate for more friction. “patience, doll. i’ll give you what you want, just give me a sec, y’look so pretty like this.” you head lulls back at the comment, gasping as you feel the sunglasses slip to the back of your head- you’re quick to catch them and reposition them to where you want them, thankfully. he notices this, “that’s my girl, so good for me,” he mumbles before a finger enters you and you cry out as he pumps it in and out of you. “shh, baby, people will hear you. y’gotta be quiet for me can you do that? you can be as loud as you want when we’re home.” another finger. you bite down on your lip as you watch him kneel on the ground, pushing his fingers in and out of you and marvelling at the sinful noises. 

you whine softly as he stills his fingers, he starts kissing your inner thighs before licking a stripe up your soaked cunt. you throw your head back against the wall, heavily panting as you try to stop yourself from moaning out his name. his digits then resume their previous action, all while he’s sucking at your clit, his moustache giving extra stimulation to your already sensitive heat. his fingers curl up against the spongy spot in you and you rut your hips against his face, only to have him groan against you. you tangle your hands in his hair, gripping at his locks tightly as you feel the pressure building up in your stomach. “m’gonna- fuck, rooster,” you pant out, and he knows what this means, he knew it was coming by the way your walls clenched around his fingers. “i got you darlin’ you can let go.” your legs start to spasm around his fingers and he stands up to his full height, fingers still plunging inside of you. his thumb now focused on your clit while he kisses you, and you hum, tasting yourself on his lips. you’re pushed over the edge by another quick bite on your bottom lip, his lips on yours to hopefully, muffle the sound of your release. you’re panting once he pulls away, already fiddling with the zipper of his jeans as you pepper kisses anywhere you can reach, jaw, collarbone, neck. 

you feel the tip of his length slide up and down your sensitive cunt, gathering slick before he sinks into you fully, both of you moaning at the all-too familiar feeling. 

now you’re fucking, in a fucking disabled stall. 

“’magine jake seeing you like this huh, all fucked out cause of me? only i can get you like this, baby. this pussy’s all mine. you’re all mine.” he starts rutting into you, fast, and your mouth is agape, senseless babbles and whines leaving your lips as you clutch at his shirt. “’m all yours.” you whimper, and he wraps a hand around your throat, applying the slightest bit of pressure as his lips crash onto yours- this time it’s hungrier, desperate. his tongue licks against your bottom lip and you let him in, tilting your head to deepen the kiss. your arms are draped around his neck, lazily grabbing for the hairs at the back of his neck as he continues to thrust into you. your head falls to his shoulder due to the overwhelming feeling of him stuffing you full. “what’d i say about moving?” he says, thrusting into your cunt as you whimper. “don’t- don’t drop, the glasses.” you mumble, raising your head and trying to balance the aviators despite his thick length rutting in and out of you at an insanely fast pace. “good girl.” one of his hands snakes between you, and his thumb is on your clit again. “can y’do one more for me, baby?” “no, no- s’too much roos.” you babble, grabbing at his hair, “you can do it doll, i've got you, okay? you’re doing so well, baby.” you nod softly before kissing him again, moaning against his lips as he hits the spot with the tip of his dick, continuing to thrust into your heat as he toys with your clit. 

“gonna, fuck- gonna cum again,” 

he doesn’t speed up, or slow down- he keeps doing exactly what he’s doing as he’s licking and biting at your neck, anywhere he can. you clasp a hand over your mouth to muffle the sob that leaves you as your body feeling like it’s being covered in white-hot pleasure, legs trembling as he lowly moans at the feeling of your walls sucking him in. “atta girl, fuck, c/s. so good for me.”  he groans, his hips stuttering in pace as you continue to whine at the feeling. “gonna fill you up, doll, and y’gonna take every last drop.” you tug at his hair when he thrusts into you particularly deeper, his aviators are now barely on the bridge of your nose as you watch his face scrunch up in pleasure, his head falling to your shoulder, moaning as he finishes inside of you and you whimper at the feeling of him coating your walls. the air is hot, and smells like sex. both of you take a second to catch your breath. you make an incoherent noise as he pulls out, fixing your underwear to it’s original position as he fixes his appearance. he places a kiss to your temple before handing you your denim shorts. you smile at him weakly, “need a hand?” he asks, shit-eating-grin on his face as he watches your legs shake when you push yourself off of the counter. “no-” you stumble, “maybe.” he laughs heartily, placing an arm on your shoulder as you dress yourself again. “fuck, penny is going to kill us if she ever finds out.” he shrugs, “let’s just make sure she doesn’t then, our little secret.”

“here, take this.”

you’re draped in his hawaiian shirt leaving the stall, walking towards the bar where phoenix and bob are stationed spectating the rest of the squadron. you wince at the feeling of your boyfriend’s seed slowly soaking your underwear. phoenix notices this. “you alright, c/s?” you nod, a little too enthusiastically. “yeah! yeah, all good, just a ‘lil dazed s’all.”

“dazed, huh?” her eyes scan over the two of you, quizzically. she notes the bite mark on your lip, the fresh maroon of a hickey just under the hem of your shirt, how you’re wearing his sunglasses, and his shirt- then she turns her attention to him, she notes the faint scratch mark by his shoulder. you watch her eyes widen as she pieces it together, smacking bobs arm with the back of her hand. “oh my god, bob!” bob stares, mouth still partially full of the bars complimentary peanuts.

“what! what is it? what am i missing?”

you giggle, leaning into your boyfriend as bob desperately tries to figure out what’s going on. “not so much of a secret anymore, roos.” 

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love the way you wear that (explicit)

genre: fully 100% smut, not a shred of plot to be found

pairing: trans m!jimin x reader

summary: you can't resist the handsome stranger that approaches you at your favorite gay bar, especially not when he's wearing that skirt.

word count: 4k

contains: jimin is Bi, Trans and in a Skirt (that's what BTS stands for right), jimin has a vagina and so does reader, alcohol, set in a gay bar/club, sex with a stranger, grinding/thigh riding, semi-public sex (club bathroom), jimin is a needy slut, reader is lowkey a dom, dirty talk, teasing/begging, fingering, cunnilingus, a little bit of hold the moan/orgasm denial, a pinch of pussy slapping, also there's a vibrator, and as previously stated, NOT ONE OUNCE OF PLOT

A/N: HAPPY PRIDE MONTH BITCHES!!!!!! please enjoy this insanity, i swear it was meant to be a drabble and then oops. i couldn't have written this without @jjkeverlast and @gimmethatagustd getting me hooked on sub!jimin and @kookiecrumb and i having a TRULY WILD conversation last night that has forever changed me as a human lmaooooo 👀

thanks as always for reading, queer & trans lives fucking MATTER 💜

this is also on AO3!

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God, you love pride month.

Even though you go out year-round, the energy of your favorite local gay bar completely changes on the first night of June. Everyone is even more feral, even more unapologetic, whether that’s dressed up or undressed, bedazzled or leather-clad, gay or bi or trans or yes, please. Everyone is sweaty and drunk and fucking beautiful.

Still shivering from the shot you just downed, you turn away from the table only to realize your partner in crime has vanished, which is admittedly par for the course with them. You do your best to squint through the dim lighting and mass of bodies until your gaze finally finds them, halfway across the club. When you realize they’re busy playing tonsil hockey with a tall blonde femme with a sleeve tattoo, you can’t help but smirk. Good for them.

You’re only a little jealous– you’d be down to touch tongues with someone, too. But the night is young.

Making a mental note to check in again with them before you leave, you slip back into the center of the crowd, your favorite place to be. Bodies press and bump you this way and that, and when the unmistakable tongue-popping of a club remix of Janelle Monáe’s Make Me Feel comes over the speakers, you think the place might explode.

A full smile breaks across your face, and when another surge of movement shifts you deeper into the crowd, you almost collide with someone.

They turn around, and you catch a glimpse of a he/him pin fastened to the collar of his black crop top. You’re glad to know you’re gendering him correctly in your head when you think it, because fuck, he looks good.

His deep red, nearly magenta hair is cut short on the sides but kept long on top, enough that a few sweaty strands dust over his forehead. He reaches up to brush them away, still moving fluidly to the beat, when his eyes meet yours.

You realize you’re probably in trouble when just one glance makes your core throb.

When he bites down on his full bottom lip and gives you an appreciative look up and down, taking his sweet time with it, you have to remind yourself how to breathe.

For a brief moment you wish your wingperson was still with you– they’re so much better at initial flirting, even to the point that they can do so on your behalf– but then his arms slide around your waist and you swear sparks radiate off your skin at his touch.

“Hi,” he says with a smile that would almost seem shy if it wasn’t so damn flirtatious. Your face heats up and you giggle, entirely flustered by the attention, and he takes the opportunity to press his hands to your back and pull you flush against his body.

You know he doesn’t miss your sharp inhale because he laughs softly in your ear.

“H-hi,” you finally manage to stammer. His hips roll into yours as if to reward you for a response, and you think you might melt into a puddle on the dancefloor. Or at the very least create one– you can already feel yourself getting wet for this complete stranger.

Gay bar, gay bar, you have to remind yourself. This has happened before, a gay man who’s a few too many drinks in getting extra handsy, and you having to detach him from your tits because unfortunately you know he isn’t really interested.

You will yourself to simply enjoy this stranger’s attention while you have it, and not read into it any further than that.

“Do you come here often?” You have to nearly press your lips to his ear to ensure he hears you, and you can’t help but wince a little as you use the oldest line in the book. You’re sure he doesn’t; you’ve never seen him before. You’d definitely remember.

He shakes his head, his hips still rolling against yours, aggressively enough now that it takes every brain cell you have to process his words.

“Just visiting.” His voice is light, almost musical. “What’s your name, gorgeous?”

You tell him and he repeats it into your ear in a whine that’s unabashedly sexual, his hands slipping from your waist to your ass. You’re dying to make him say it like that again. You have to fight to keep your tongue in your mouth.

“I’m Jimin,” he purrs, and he shifts slightly as he says it so that your legs interlock, giving each of you a firm thigh to grind against. You welcome the friction and let your head drop onto Jimin’s shoulder as you roll your hips over him.

It’s only once you glance down that you see the black miniskirt he has on, and above that, the warm golden skin and solid muscles of his stomach that his crop top doesn’t even attempt to cover.

Fucking hell. You’re about to soak right through your jeans if he doesn’t stop.

When Jimin gives your ass another squeeze, you know you have to shut it down. Otherwise you’re going to end up coming on this very nice gay guy’s thigh.

“Whoever gets to take you home tonight is a lucky man,” you tilt your head up to murmur against his skin. A chain is looped around his neck with a long, silver pendant dangling from it that catches the light as he moves.

For less than a second, the pace of his hips falters, and you see a small smile toying at the corners of his plush lips. He doesn’t respond, only hums a little sound that’s almost a sigh.

Jimin’s hands relent from your curves and you really could whimper at the loss, but rather than leave, he turns around so his tight little ass presses into your core. You can’t help yourself– your hands slide up along the smooth, firm muscles of his thighs, and you’re just barely flirting with slipping them up past the hem of his skirt.

His legs are so well-defined, you realize; he must be a dancer. Honestly, maybe a sex worker. If he isn’t, he should consider it. He’s too fucking good at this.

He leans forward, throwing it back against you in a way that renders you fully stupid, and as his hands slide up over his own hips, that’s when you notice the tattoos on his arms. Two of them, to be specific, inked in identical placements, one on each tricep. Two pride flags that you instantly recognize: bisexual and transgender.

Holy shit.

Jimin must be able to tell that you’ve gotten the message– your hands and hips freeze as you try to process the information, and he turns back to face you, this time looping his arms around your neck cutely. You could be slow dancing at prom, if prom was in a packed gay bar.

“Does that work for you?” He bats his lashes as he asks the question. You wonder if literally anyone has ever said no.

Instead of trying to string a sentence together, you respond by taking advantage of the chain around his neck and using it to pull his mouth to yours.

His lips are soft and warm, and when you feel him start to kiss back, you’re glad to be the one to raise the stakes this time. You tilt your head and slip your tongue into his mouth, and Jimin responds by fully moaning into yours. His hands move down your shoulders to clutch at your back.

Oh, he’s needy. This is going to be fun.

Responding to his eagerness, you slip your hands entirely under his skirt this time. He’s either in a thong or fully commando, because you only feel smooth skin under your touch. His ass is so firm and perfect that you just have to give it a little smack. He whines loudly at your touch, and you can’t help but groan, too, at the way his ass jiggles under your palm.

Jimin breaks away from you, breathless, his face flushed. The flirtatious facade is totally undone now– you can see how desperate he really is. It looks so good on him.

It’s funny how quickly the tables have turned, you think as you grip him tightly in both hands. “I like your tattoos,” you murmur, your face still so close to his that your lips are nearly touching.

His gaze is locked on your mouth. “I like you.”

You’ve had your fair share of one night stands, but nothing’s ever gone quite this fast. You’re not sure if it’s the alcohol, or the arousal, or perhaps the spirits of your queer elders that possess you to ask the question, but ask it you do. “Should we go somewhere?”

He pauses, just for a second– it’s the first time you’ve seen him look hesitant all night. Your stomach flips a little, and you wonder if you went too fast.

Jimin blinks his big doe eyes up at you, then moves his lips to your ear so you can hear him clearly. “For my own safety, I need to confirm. You do understand that I have a vagina, right?”

You reach for one of his hands with your own, the other still firmly cupping his ass. Shifting back to look him in the eyes, you intertwine your fingers with his.

“Yes,” you confirm, speaking loud enough to be heard over the music because you don’t want to break eye contact with him by leaning in. You want him to see how much you mean this. “And I’m very into it.”

He keeps you fixed in his gaze, giving your hand a squeeze. “Come on, then.”

Your heart hammers in your chest as the two of you press your way through the crowd, and you lead him towards the bathrooms. You see a little more worry cross his stunning face, and you give his hand another affirming squeeze.

“Best part of a gay bar,” you call over the din. “All-gender bathrooms.”

The one you stumble into is empty, but you still push Jimin towards one of the stalls, locking it firmly behind you. As soon as you’re sure the lock’s in place, you pull him to you with your still-joined hands, turning around to press your hips into him and slam him up against the door.

“Fuck,” he gasps as you rough him up. His pupils are blown with lust, his full lips just barely parted. You’re going to go insane if you can’t have him right now.

“Wanna taste you so bad,” you murmur into his neck, and Jimin whines again, his head tipping back against the wall.

“Please,” he hisses. “Do whatever you want with me.” All the possibilities that sentence offers to you make your head spin.

You bite down on his shoulder as you hike up that pretty little skirt, and your own cunt floods at the sight of him. He is wearing underwear, after all– a lace thong that’s pale blue in color, light enough that when he spreads his legs, you can see it’s completely soaked through.

“See what you did to me?” Jimin can barely get the words out; his voice is shaking with need. You pull him back in for a heady kiss, both of you moaning as you lick your tongue over his.

When you hook your fingers under the lace band of his panties and push them down, he cants his hips up toward you in pure desperation, clearly unable to stop the soft noises that fall from his lips. You slide one hand slowly up his thigh, teasing, stopping just short of where he needs you.

You can’t help yourself. The power trip is too good.

“Beg for it.”

Jimin’s back arches up at the order, his head nearly slamming into the wall. “Please, please, please. Make me come on your fingers. Let me be a little slut for you.”

“Yeah?” You’re pretty sure your own arousal is dripping down your thighs at this point, but you’re too focused on him. “Is this what you want?” He practically sobs when you slip a finger into his drenched cunt and rub hard against his front wall.

“Yes, yes, fuck, baby–” Jimin’s knees threaten to give out, his hands fisting in the fabric of your shirt like he’s hanging on for dear life.

Any trace of your initial shyness is long gone as you fully embrace the way you’re making him unravel. You can’t help but smirk. “It’s that good, huh? You want another?”

He bites down hard on his bottom lip, like he’s just remembered you are technically fingering him in public, but still whimpers encouragingly as he rocks his hips up to meet your touch. You have to drop your head on his shoulder as you press a second digit into him. Your own desperation is nearly overwhelming, especially now with the way he’s soaking your hand.

“God, you’re fucking wet. My pretty little slut,” you grunt against his neck, and you can hear him gasping for breath. “Couldn’t even wait for me to take him home. Had to come all over my hand in the bathroom instead. So fucking needy.”

Jimin seems to lose the battle to keep quiet, moaning something that you think is supposed to be words but is thoroughly incoherent. You glance up to see his eyes roll back in his head, and you take that as your cue to bring the pad of your thumb to tap on his clit.

His hips jerk wildly into your hand when you do, and you keep your touch as light as you can in case he’s extra sensitive there. He’s breathing through clenched teeth and whimpering with every exhale, and he doesn’t have to be able to speak for you to know he’s insanely close. The way his cunt squeezes tightly around your fingers tells you everything.

You open your mouth to say how good he looks, all fucked out like this, when you hear the bang of the bathroom door being slammed open.

Shit. Honestly, you’d really lucked out for making it this far without anyone else coming in. Jimin’s eyes widen and you falter for a second as you hear the footsteps of someone going into one of the other stalls.

You pray they aren’t curious enough to look down and see two pairs of feet next to them, clearly not using the bathroom for its intended purpose.

When you glance back up at Jimin, you can still see the desperation painted all over his face, and it looks almost painful now considering how close he must have been. Rather than pulling out, you bring your other hand up to cover his mouth and lean in, bringing your lips as close as you can to his ear.

You just barely breathe the words, praying the ambient club noises are enough to keep them from your neighbor. “Can you be quiet, my little slut?”

Jimin nods so hard you think his head might fall off, and you can’t help but smile. He really is so fucking cute. You’d kiss him if you weren’t afraid of him moaning at the feeling.

You’re more aware of your surroundings than you’ve been since you laid eyes on Jimin, enough for you to realize that you vaguely recognize the Becky G song that’s currently bumping in the club. Even in here, the thud of the music thrums through you, and you set the pace of your fingers inside Jimin to match, your other hand still clamped over his mouth.

Keeping your movements aligned with the music helps cover the sound a little, but Jimin’s pussy is so slick that there’s still an unmistakable wet noise of your fingers working inside him. You pray whoever’s next door is fucked up enough not to notice, or that they think it’s just a leaky faucet somewhere.

Jimin’s eyes flutter closed again, his hips rolling up to match the rhythm perfectly. Definitely has to be a dancer. You can feel his jaw fall slack, his full lips pressing open against your hand, and you reward his obedience by returning your thumb to circle his clit.

Your focus should really be on making him come as quietly as possible, but you can’t help it. He looks too fucking good, ruined panties around his ankles and skirt hiked up to expose his dripping cunt.

You lean in and lick a stripe up his neck before you can tell yourself not to.

He pants hard into your hand, brows pinching together with the effort of staying quiet, and you dip your head to his neck again, sucking hard on the delicate skin there. His whole body shakes as you leave your mark; you swear you can feel him drooling.

After what seems like a fucking eternity– they were probably drunk, to be fair– you finally hear your neighbor stumble out to the sink to wash their hands, and then the sound of the door creaking open and closed again.

You release Jimin from your grasp and he’s laughing as he gasps for air, heading rolling side to side against the wall of the bathroom stall. You press your fingers a little harder into him until the laugh turns into a moan. “Fuuuuck, oh my god. That was crazy.”

The hand that’s no longer covering his mouth slides down, just barely ghosting over his throat but applying no pressure. “You did so good. Ready for your reward?”

He takes his bottom lip between his teeth again as he whines and nods, and it’s all the encouragement you need to drop to your knees.

This time Jimin’s head actually does smack against the stall wall as you throw one of his legs over your shoulder and knock him off balance, but he’s whimpering loud enough that you figure he’s alright. His cunt is gorgeous, swollen and glistening with his arousal, and you smack it lightly a couple of times, if only because he’s too fucking fun to torment.

“Please, don’t tease me,” he groans. “I need to come so bad.”

As much as you enjoy the sound of him begging for you, it’s nothing compared to the high-pitched noises he makes once you finally bring your mouth to him. It’s enough to make your own cunt throb, which just makes you suck that much harder on his clit, your fingers slipping back inside him.

Without you there to steady him, Jimin has to brace his hands on either side of the stall, shaking violently as he tries to stay upright while you absolutely go to town on him. You groan against his cunt at how good he tastes and the vibrations shudder through him.

“Fuck, fuck–” you hear him gasp, and you don’t change a single thing: you just keep humming and sucking and fucking him with your fingers as he comes undone around you. When he finally climaxes, it’s with a moan that’s nearly a scream. You press your tongue flat against him and let him ride it out, feeling his walls flutter around you and his clit twitch as the aftershocks ripple through him.

When he can finally open his eyes, Jimin fixes you in a look of utter disbelief. “Who the fuck do you think you are, making me come that hard in a fucking club bathroom?!”

You laugh, unhooking his leg from around you and wiping at your chin as you stand back up. Before you even have time to process what’s happening, he’s grabbing at your shirt and turning to press you up against the wall, his lips crashing into yours. You kiss him back as best you can, though your jaw is a little tired, and he hums appreciatively when he slips his tongue into your mouth.

Jimin pulls back, still keeping you close and watching you through heavy-lidded eyes. “I taste good.”

You have to laugh. “You would think that, you little slut.”

His hands are already fumbling to unzip your jeans, and you lift your hips up to help him, your eyes fluttering closed. You feel like you’ve been edged the whole night just being around him. You might come the second he touches you.

“Can I get you off?” He murmurs as he pulls your pants and underwear down at the same time, and you whine because you want it so bad.

“God, yes.”

“Can I use this?” You open your eyes to focus on him and realize he’s holding up the thin silver cylindrical pendant of his necklace, which he’s slipped off from around his neck. For a second you wonder if he means to put it inside you, but then he presses a hidden button and you can just barely hear it start to vibrate.

Fuuuuuuck.

“I promise it’s clean,” he laughs, and it’s your turn to beg. You can’t do even one more second of pleasantries, not when your pants are off and that thing is buzzing in his hand.

“Please, please.” You spread your legs as wide as they’ll go, and you feel his hand come to cup your jaw. He doesn’t say anything, only watches you intently as he nestles the vibrator between your folds, the tip of it pressing into your clit.

“Oh holy shit–” you gasp, your back arching violently at the feeling of finally, finally having contact where you need it most after so much anticipation. 

“Mm-hmm,” he hums in agreement, and then he presses the button again and the intensity increases. “Just tell me if it’s too much.”

“N-n-no,” you can barely get a fucking word out, and when you do it’s more like a shattered moan. “It’s perfect.” A fresh wave of arousal floods your pussy; your juices are fully running down your legs now.

When he presses the button a third time, tears start to prick at the corners of your eyes. “Jimin, Jimin,” you wail, and he tilts his head slightly, pursing his lips a little.

“Too much?”

You shake your head so violently the room spins. Your whole body is trembling from the sheer, overwhelming pleasure of the vibrations running through you as he grinds the toy into your clit. “No, no, I’m gonna– oh my god, Jimin, I’m gonna fucking–”

Your orgasm doesn’t wait for you to finish the thought. This time it’s your turn to bang your head on the wall as you come so hard you see stars behind your eyes.

Your hips buck and shudder against the vibrator in Jimin’s hand until you make a strangled whine of overstimulation, and then he relents and turns it off. The sensation of his full lips pressing kisses along your jaw is the perfect gentle welcome back to reality. You slowly open your eyes again, your heart still hammering in your chest.

“I think–” your voice cracks embarrassingly when you try to speak, and you clear your throat as Jimin fails at attempting to bite back a giggle. “I think we’re even now,” you try again. “On the whole coming hard in a bathroom thing. Dear god.”

He presses his forehead to yours. “This was fun.”

“Very fun,” you agree, and you tilt your jaw up to gently kiss him. He’s smiling when he pulls away, and you can’t help but do the same. “Now get your skirt back on, slut.”

You help him pull up his panties and readjust his skirt as he tucks the used vibrator into his pocket. Once he’s put back together, Jimin reaches down to tug your jeans up, giving your butt a firm smack while you fumble to zip your fly.

As you slip out of the stall and the bathroom entirely, you find his hand in yours, your fingers interlacing just as they were when you entered. You head back to the dancefloor where Rihanna’s S&M is absolutely blaring, and it’s somehow the perfect closing soundtrack for this crazy fucking encounter.

You can’t help but echo the thought you had earlier in the night: god, you love pride month.

[linnorabeifong]

DVD commentary from She'll Surprise You:

 For once he accepted her offer. This was his first time smoking. It wasn’t pleasant. He found himself choking from the stench and the dry feeling in the back of his throat. Agni, he couldn’t understand why anyone liked this. Yasuko just laughed and retrieved her cigarette. 

         “You okay there, Mr.Lightning ?” she said, fighting to hold back laughter. She looked like a dog does after finding a turtle-duck to chase. Entirely too pleased with herself.

         She was chewing on her nails as she spoke, another habit of hers he found absolutely disgusting. How Sayuri and the others tolerated her he never knew. She reeked of nicotine and sweat. She was all business, no pleasantries, no small talk, not an ounce of friendliness in sight. 

         Well, unless she was flirting with a client of course. Then there would be a whole show of sweetness put on. A spectacle of the saccharine. Agni, she made him want to gag. 

         She was cold. A ruthless, runty little thing. Eager to make a yuan however she could. Terribly jealous if the rumors were to be trusted. 

         She was never one to accept a nicety either. He’d made the mistake of trying to do her a favor once. She was beyond confused by his actions. As if all friendship was foreign to her. The Agni Kai’s were a family, why wouldn’t she just accept his care ? He was one of them after all. Instead of accepting his generosity she was all too eager to attempt to repay him…in ways he did not request. 

Oh this was fun to write and I need to get off my ass and finish this story. I have this whole elaborate plot in my drafts if anyone’s still interested. Hope you liked it ! This fic I really wanted to look at class differences ? Not super deep as I’m not the most informed. Throughout LoK there’s this clash of lifestyles that’s never really handled. Season one it’s Asami vs the brothers. Season two Bolin’s movie star life compared to his old one. Seasons three and four Suyin’s lifestyle vs the austere conditions across the Earth Kingdom. 👀

I wanted to make Zolt’s gritty world slam into Lin’s. They both have more things in common than not though…

( adult themes ahead)

So it’s a mix of things going on in this passage. Usually I write as ideas and moods come. On a Friday or Sunday I will carve out and edit a chapter to the best of my abilities in a span of an hour or so and then a week or two later when the mood comes again I will write more and maybe the next chapter too and I’ll reread it with fresh eyes, text it to my friends for feedback etc. I don’t just sit and write on a schedule.

Let’s get into the characterization going on…

In general I like female characters with a temper. Korra, Katara, Margaret ( Cat on a Hot Tin Roof), Azula, Rarity (MLP) , America ( the selection ) . So why not give Yasuko one as well ?

I loved your idea of Yasuko not being the soft tragic Disney mother. Again also enjoyed the thought of her being in a seedy environment and gang affiliated.

I also thought well what if she was still a non bender and still at least partially earth kingdom ? That would completely change her experience. What if she was disgruntled with the discrimination against non-benders ? Then folks it came to me that could generate so much tension between her and Zolt because even if they’re both at the bottom of society he’s better off than her. It gives her a reason to be a cold bitch. So even though she’s not the protagonist this is setting up room for me to write more about her. I wanted to establish her life as a mixed woman, without any bending.

As a mixed woman she’s rejected by both other EK people ( gets called a colonizer) and by other Fire Nationals ( she can’t actually be a member of Kai’s since she’s only half but Zolt doesn’t know that) . She doesn’t have the option of joining them or working at the power plant etc. She’s an impoverished immigrant whose dreams have been crushed . She went from the rural Fire Nation to the big city. From bright engineering student to prostitution when her money ran out.

“ Well, unless she was flirting with a client of course,” in reference to her line of work.

“Instead of accepting his generosity she was all too eager to attempt to repay him…in ways he did not request,” so one time Yasuko offered him a bj and he clutched his pearls like a grandmother seeing her granddaughter in a crop top ….😭. He was so scandalized, a hand on his heart like she had punched him with her words. “Yasuko, you don’t have to do that…,”

4. I envision Yasuko as southern Belle-like in her charms but also a villainess… or at least appearing to be a villain. Like how Asami wears originally written as a villain and is coded as an antagonist with the red and black clothing and sharp features.

5. Appearance is very important to me it communicates a lot. Yasuko’s bone thin, and dressed in dark clothing since the stains would show less. She’s frightening. She’s desperate to survive and that’s made her harsh. Her appearance reflects that.

6. Scent. Very important to me. Really helps with characterization and setting. Creates a mood in a way visuals and dialogue just can’t. Scent is the strongest trigger of memory. It’s an almost animalistic sense.

Really though this scene says more about Zolt than it does about her. He’s observant and caring but also judgmental. He’s making assumptions about Yasuko. It’s also hypocritical of him to frown on her being a prostitute while he himself is a gang member…

He’s also generous when he’s trying to play nice by taking that damn cigarette. That generosity makes him vulnerable. He falls right into her little game when he chokes on that thing… hmm.

Plot Shenanigans

She definitely knows more than she’s letting on and she’s pissed about it. Yasuko is jealous of Zolt… so she takes pleasure in watching him cough while trying the cigarette.

“Agni, she made him want to gag,” Zolt hates insincerity which is going to make his love life exceedingly difficult in a few chapters…

“She reeked of nicotine and sweat,” - He’s absolutely disgusted by her. They’re very reluctant allies. My little frenemies. Also like let women be gross on occasion. Wanted something less than pristine.

Enter my mind

I wanted to contrast her fierceness with just how sad she was.  “She was chewing on her nails as she spoke,”-poor thing is an anxious wreck

saccharine- have you ever had a dessert that was too sweet and gagged ? Or tasted something synthetic like cough syrup ? That feeling exactly.

Conclusion

I just love Yasuko so much. I will have to get started on resuming that story soon. I have so much more Yasuko back story if anyone wants it.

💗 I love bitchy prostitute Yasuko. 💗

Here’s a snippet of a bit further on in the story.

“Zoltan hated seeing women cry. Now seeing her cry he feels a unique kind of pain. A twinge in his chest he hasn’t felt since his mother died. 

Her pretty green eyes are glassy with unshed tears, and the ones she has shed have left tracks down her face and a puffiness in her cheeks. With her face all red like that she looks like one of those imported porcelain dolls. 

Her mascara has run down her face. Making a rough picture. A beautiful face like that should never be covered in makeup ruined by tears.

“Miss Beifong if you don’t mind my intrusion a man should ruin your lipstick, not your mascara”

If anyone wants to read it it’s posted on Ao3 you have to be signed in to Ao3 as it’s only available to registered users. My username is the same there as it is here.

Who’s the title referring to ? mmm you pick….

[qqueenofhades]

Now that you finished s2, do you want to share your thoughts about sweet pathetic Aleks and sweet pathetic Alina? In s1 I didn't care much about her, honestly, she didn't have the dephs I normally like in protagonist (for me to like) and I was genuilly worried about this season, but well. You saw, Hilary. I love it, what they did with her (and Aleks, and, for that matter, Alina and her relastionship with Mal)

Honestly, I am a huge fan of what they did with Darklina this season, and all the complaints about it deeply, deeply baffle me. Like... y'all realize that in the books, she kills the Darkling, gives up her power, and goes to live with Mal on a farm in obscurity, right? We all bitched about it, and we were all dreading s2 because of that whole mess and it not being what anyone wanted. I was obviously very skeptical about how the season overall and especially the Alina/Mal/Aleksander part was going to be handled. Because in the books, Alina is not very interesting, Malina is not very interesting but still automatically promoted to endgame, and none of that is really challenged or deconstructed at all. I wasn't sure how bold the writers were going to be about changing it up, whether they were going to play the book arcs fairly straight, or what. And they did NONE of that. Yes, she still killed him, but after we literally had a flashback of them kissing the first time and him stating that was when he truly felt peace! He dies gazing at her adoringly and calling her "my little saint!" Like! This was not them "minimizing Darklina" or whatever!

I know that fandom is gonna fandom, and also that fandom tends to insist that they like complicated female characters in theory and then turn on them the instant they're actually complicated, but Alina is SO much more interesting and nuanced in the show that she is in the book, Jessie Mei Li does a great job with her, and the chemistry with Ben Barnes, even and especially when they want to kill each other, is hnnnnngh. Like, again! The writers went "hey twisted soulmate bullshit!" at us at every opportunity! They broke up Malina and sent Mal off to develop an actual personality and plot purpose, and the show acknowledged multiple times in-text that the relationship is weird and codependent and possibly influenced by him literally being her magical footstool! They didn't just go "well they should get married now and Alina will give up her power and live Happily Ever After in obscurity!" Instead, they made it all much more complicated, they made Mal likeable instead of a jealous dickhead but still admitting he's outclassed, they had Alina choose Nikolai and power, they set up an arc of Alina trying to be the "good Grisha" and the "good queen" and discovering that it's SO much harder than just being able to summon light, and crucially, repeating every one of Aleksander's mistakes/being drawn into his character arc exactly as he predicted. So what happens next? We don't know, but we can bet there will be more Parallels.

Basically, the writing this season for Darklina was a lot smarter and a lot more challenging/subversive of the source material than I ever expected it to be, and I eat it up. AND THEY ENDED IT WITH ALINA LITERALLY USING THE SHADOW CUT, Y'ALL!! LIKE. LIKE!!!! SHE CLEARLY ENJOYED DOING IT BECAUSE YET AGAIN, TWISTED SOULMATE BULLSHIT!!! I AM STILL VERY MUCH INTERNALLY SCREAMING ABOUT THIS!

It seems as if there are some segments of the fandom who only like Alina in theory, as long as she doesn't do anything to "challenge" or push back against Aleksander, and like. Guys. That's their whole arc. That is the whole dynamic in a nutshell, and that's what makes it interesting. Enemies-lovers-enemies-lovers, inextricably bound up even as they hurt each other and deny each other and try to push each other away. They always end up coming back to each other, because as the show and the characters themselves keep telling us, they are each other's only equal in the world! Not mention, the show has cleared WAY more space for that to be explored in an actually meaningful way than the books ever did, and I for one am very here for it. It's My Jam to a truly embarrassing degree.

[slashingdisneypasta]

Mayor Buckman x DeadWife!Reader || Drabble

Plot: Buckman gets a visit from his sweet 💛 dead 💛 wife 💛.

Warnings: Death, talk of legal age difference. Unedited because it is 4 in the morningggg.

Tagging: @marinerainbow , @masqueradeball and @slxsherwriter.

She was young when they married, he was almost 30 and she was just 19. When she died she was still too young, only in her own 30's. She'll always be too young.

She's too young now in fact, sitting on the edge of his bed as he wakes up from a heavy deep sleep, looking just like the she did the last time he saw her happy- before she got sick; golden on the inside, and ridiculously kind with that sweet smile on her face that always melted him.

Vaguely Buckman recognises that you shouldn't be here at all, that you're deader even then him, but he can't find it in himself to care. Not with you holding his hand in your lap again and your soft voice in his ears again. He just doesn't care.

"Hey, there, darlin'," You whisper in a voice so much quieter, so much softer then it ever had been before; gentle eyes clear of the tired fog though that had filled them all your last weeks. That took you away. "... How are you?"

"I- " How does he respond? God, he doesn't want to be a sad sack for their reunion, but he sure can't lie... not to the ghost of his wife! That could be bad, conscience-wise. "Well, uh... I'm afraid I've been thinkin', lately, sweetheart."

"Thats dangerous." You tease, your smirk as gentle as your pretty eyes. When he opens his mouth to rebound with his own remark, you giggle quietly and shake your head. "Tell me what's wrong."

"Well, um," Suddenly he moves carefully to sit up against the headboard. He feels like he should be semi-straight up to tell you this; to have this conversation with his wife. Though, you'd think if you were watching over him and the boy's then you would already know- wouldn't you?? "I, uh... n- no way to pussy foot around this one really. I, uh- well doya remember Boone?"

Recognition flickers across your face, like 'oh' and you nod. "Yeah, I like her."

"I do too, sweetheart. Um, and the thing is,... we- we're uh... we've been... she- I- " Never in his life has Buckman struggled so badly with his words. Good God. How hard is it to say he had fallen for the crazy old bitch!?-

"... I know, George." You assure him, a little amused tone in your ghostly soft voice. "We know all sorts of things, over here. We get all the news- sometimes before you do."

"You- what??" Buckman looks exasperated and baffled at you. You kill him, even decades after you're supposed to be gone. Decades after he's supposed to be gone.

Giving a dainty shrug, the movement too perfectly smooth for it to have been made be a human, you grin. "I was waiting to see if you'd be able to say it to me."

"Well, heck- I tried!"

"Yes you did. Very noble, George." He can hear the eye roll in your tone, but let's it go.

For a few moments the two of you are silent together. He feels anxiety boiling in him, but you look calm as bath water as you gaze around the room; your old bedroom. You look serene. "... So,... What do you think? Huh?"

Your gaze flickers back to him, and you give another shrug. "... you're happy?"

"... yeah, darlin'," He tells you, all gentle.

A smile spreads across your face, and you nod. "Then I'm happy."

"... really?? No sorry- I mean- you're not jealous at all?"

Here was his wife, his person. Who he was so lucky to meet, who he was so lucky to get permission to ask to keep. Who he was so lucky to have liked him back; his best friend. The mother of his children. And she was telling him that she's just... fine... with him moving on with someone else?

-Really??

Something about that jostles him. For weeks he's been agonising over this, wondering how you would react, if you would hate him for 'forgetting' you (though fuck knows, he couldn't do that even if he tried, which he would never). But you're... fine??

He's relieved, but he's also shocked. He doesn't think he could be that big if he was in her shoes.

"George... " Your voice is really as gentle as a feather right now, and he feels comforted every time you speak. Perks to being a ghost and not whatever mockery of one that he is, he guesses. "... I loved you, and I will love you in some way forever. And I know you loved me, I know. And I'm glad you were my husband. But if we're honest with each other if we lived in this modern time, we never would have even looked at each other that way. If we had the chances that people do now, if we knew the things they do, I would've found someone... my age, at the very least." You tell him, only half teasing. "And you might’ve been with Boone from the start, because come on let's be serious. We never made half the sense that you two do."

It's hard to hear, and there's a sad look on your pretty face, and he wants to gather you up and hold you tight and assure you that in a hundred lifetimes he would do the same thing by you- but he's afraid if he moves then you'll evaporate like smoke. And he can't be sure of the sentiment, as deeply as he might want to be.

With careful fingers though, you reach over and graze your fingertips over a cheek bone just like you used to; When you were both alive. You look overwhelmingly sad, then. "... you have other things to atone for, anyway... " The softness in your voice doesn't go away but a darkness descends over the room; a coldness. And- is that thunder tolling over head all of a sudden?? What on gods green earth!?-

"Huh??"

"You're gonna have to think harder if you want peace. And not, about me."

"W- wait but- Hold on, what do I gotta atone for?? Y/N- " You're beginning to fade and turn translucent, and Buckman feels a sharp fear at losing you again. "Wait, wait!- "

"Before I go- how're the boys?" Surely you already know!- But-

"They're dumbasses- I mean they're good- wait." He reaches out away from your hands and your lap where he hasn't dared to lift his hand from this entire talk, and tries to grab you. But his hand goes right through. "Wait wait, sweetheart hold on a second- How's Scarlet???"

You give a final smile. "She's wantin' her daddy to come join us. So remember what I said." Then you disappear like dust in wind, leaving only an indiscernible weight in Buckman's chest and the memory of your face and your voice clearer in his head then ever for the first time in a long time.

You forgave him... but what the hell was that last bit??