#she was my babygirl and i feel like i’ve lost part of who i am

[murphslass]

Nervous Much?

Pt.2 >> Pt.3 >>> Pt.4

Warnings: teasing, flirting, jealousy, fluff, plus sized!reader, slight angst

GIF Creds: @londoncapsule

Being someone on the heavier side always made you feel different. Either all eyes were on you or not even in your direction, especially when it came to men. You had been craving some sort of attention from guys but no one ever gave you time. Except weirdos who were more interested in you as an experience or just a chubby chaser. It was seriously so degrading and annoying.

You currently worked at a bar serving drinks and had a massive crush on the bartender Negan. He was gorgeous and such a charmer. He put the flirt mode on everytime he saw you or any other woman. So you always never took his words seriously whenever he would sweet talk you.

Saturday night was really busy like always, drunk frat boys and annoying girls all thirsty. These nights tired you out the most when going back and forth from the bar to tables. Drinks were super heavy and orders were growing complicated. Your break couldn’t come any sooner as one of the bartenders told you it was time. You silently thanked goodness as you placed your tray down. Going towards the back of the bar you stood outside and cursed under your breath.

“Fuck me…”

“Well don’t mind if I do sweet lips.”

You jumped at the voice and saw Negan smoking on the bench. You felt yourself getting flustered at his comment but remained calm on the outside.

“Sorry, didn’t know anyone else was out here.”

“Don’t apologize. I could use a beautiful gal’s company.”

You let out a giggle as moves to make room on the bench for you. Your feet felt instant relief as you sat down after hours of serving.

“Damn babygirl, you seem all worn out. They murdering you in there?”

“You have no idea. But I guess you’ll find out once you finish your cigarette.”

He chuckles as he takes a drag. Your eyes couldn’t help but wander to his pursed lips and how they parted to blow out the toxic smoke.

“See something you like babe?”

“Nope.”

You say quickly and turn away from him. Suddenly you felt anxious as Negan moved close and brought his arm to rest behind your shoulders.

“Wow. You must be so fucking on edge. You like me that much that I just get you all flustered in shit. Gotta say that shit is refreshing and adorable!”

He laughed loudly as you fiddled with your tank top and tried to look at his face. But you couldn’t help that remaining in eye contact made you feel tingly. Especially with that smile and it made you want to smile. Slowly your lips curled and he seemed happy with myself.

“Oh shit! There’s that pretty smile I’ve been dying to see. Look at you, such a fucking treat.”

You laugh and feeling more relaxed as he made comments.

“I know you probably gotta go back in soon but before you do could I borrow your phone? I actually lost mine in my truck.”

“Sure. Let me help.”

Negan stood with you and put out the cigarette as you followed him to his car. He unlocked the doors and called himself on your phone. As you tried listening for his phone you saw him pull it out of his pocket.

“Oh silly me. It was on me, but hey look here. I got some cute girl’s phone number now.”

You couldn’t say much as he saved your number and show that he put you in his phone as “Sweetcakes🍑” It made you feel all warm inside and maybe even a but confident. But that could wait as you realize your break was over. Rushing back inside and continuing labor for the drunks, you felt more at ease as Negan began his shift. He would look over towards you with a grin and made drinks.

After a few hours and growing close to closing up you saw a girl desperately flirting with Negan. She was the only few left in the building and it made you feel anger. The way he was looking at her and smiling at her made you feel sad. Was he really just pulling your strings for a quick fuck or was it just being nice. Gradually the last few left except the girl and you had to approach her.

“Excuse me ma’am. But were closed now.”

“I’m not done with my drink yet sweetie.”

“I can see that but it’s late and we all want to go home.”

“Fine then. Meet me outside you handsome devil.”

Your fingers gripped at your tray as you masked the jealousy you felt. She walked with an obvious sway in her hips and turned to wink at Negan.

“You can go Negan. I’ll clean up the bar and close up.”

“What makes you think I wanna leave?”

“Well your dates leaving isn’t she?”

“Oh please. I only flirt whenever I know the tip is gonna be huge. And boy did she tip.”

He said as held up the fifty dollars she left for his service. You still couldn’t shake the bad feeling she brought.

“Oh! I get it now. You’re jealous aren’t you?”

“I am not!”

You say as you wiped off the bar top with a damp rag. He giggled to himself as he dried glasses and watched you closely. The music played low in the background as you finish organizing everything. Negan followed and turned off all the lights, you both met the exit and locked the door. As you stepped out you wanted say something to Negan but that girl was outside waiting for him.

“Hey sexy. Wanna take me home?”

Negan cleary felt uncomfortable as she touched his arm and got a little too close. You were about to walk away before Negan took a hold on your wrist.

“Sorry. But my girlfriend and I are heading home. However, I did appreciate the tip.”

“Are fucking kidding me? You and this fucking whale?”

“Hey now, no need for disrespect missy.”

You felt nervous as he forcefully pulled you by the waist to toward his body.

“Ready to go home baby?”

Before you could answer he brought you into a deep heated kiss. You gasp against his lips and melted into him. Your concentration left as he held you so protectively and carefully. You let out a noise when he pulled away and you saw the girl stomp away. He laughed as walked you to your car and kept his hold on you. The courage you had left as you couldn’t face him after such a kiss.

“So can I expect another kiss?”

“From me?”

“Of course you sugar lips. Besides I hope you didn’t mind me calling mine. But if you like me as you perceive to, I think you’d like to be mine baby.”

You didn’t have much to say as you lean your back against your car with him standing next to you.

“How about this, I take you on a date. Dinner or a movie or whatever you’d like sweetcakes. That’s only if ya want to though.”

“That would be nice. But are you sure you’d want to? I mean look at me.”

“Fuck yes! I’ve been staring at you all night wanting to do all kinds of things, especially things go further than kissing.”

He says as moves hold your hand and look deeply in his eyes. Negan kisses your hand before stepping away but you stop him but grabbing his shirt.

“Wait!”

“Yes honey.”

“Could we maybe kiss again?”

He smirks and gently pins you against your car before kissing you yet again. His lips taking dominance over you so quickly and you submitted under his hold. You stay like this for a few minutes and just enjoy the treatment. You then groan frustrated as your phone rang in your pocket. You pull away and see your roomate calling.

“Yes?”

“You aren’t home yet so I just wanted to check on you.”

“Oh! I’m fine, just taking care of things.”

Your breath hitch as Negan kissed your neck and groped at your ass. You went to end the call fast and tugged at Negan’s hair to stop him.

“I gotta get going.”

“So soon?”

“Yeah I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine. Just know I’ll be texting you and most definitely gonna stroke my cock to this very moment.”

You face grew red and yet he laughed at your nervous attitude. His lips kissed your cheek as he pulls away to his vehicle. You couldn’t believe it at first but now it all sank in, you got a boyfriend now.

Part 2 🤭🤭???

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[supercorpkid]

Mind Controlled – The Series.

Part 4 – There’s no forgiveness.

Supercorp, Kara Danvers x Daughter!Reader, Lena Luthor x Daughter!Reader.

Word count: 2190.

Warning: Injuries, pain, angst.

Previously on the series - part 1, part 2, part 3

Kara lands in the backyard when the first ray of the sun hits the sky. You’re still glued to her, covered in blood, sweat and tears. Your throat hurts like you’ve been screaming for hours straight. Your mind feels lazy, like for some reason you’ve lost part of your brain function. There’s blood coming out of several parts of your body, and you don’t know how any of those bruises ended up on you.

“Water, please.” You beg, when Kara goes inside the house and she takes you to the kitchen, still carrying your floppy body everywhere. You look at the kitchen wall. Bricks exposed, dust and broken parts on the floor and you gasp at the image imprinted on the wall. “I hurt you.”

“No, baby.” Kara sits you on the stool. She grabs water and pours cereal into a bowl for you. You don’t move. You can’t take your eyes from the wall. “You know I have super strength. You didn’t hurt me.”

“But I tried to.” You drink the water, so your mind gets occupied with something. What have you done? “Where’s mom? Did I hurt her too?”

“Baby.” Kara goes to you, and holds your face, gently. “I know you don’t remember anything, but you have to believe me. You didn’t hurt a single soul, ok?” You want to agree, but it’s hard because you really don’t remember if it’s true. “Eat something. You really need to shower this blood off, and you need some sleep.”

“But-” You try to argue, but Kara doesn’t want to talk anymore. So you look to the floor, finding impossible to stare at the wall and the proof you’ve acted like a monster. “Oh my God.”

“What, baby?” Kara follows your eyes to the floor.

“Mom’s vase. I broke mom’s vase.” You get up from the stool, stumbling your way to the vase. You fall on the floor, collecting one of the pieces. “She loved this.”

“My love, it’s just a vase.” Kara makes her way to where you are, crouching next to you.

“But you brought as a gift from that time you went to Japan, and she… SHE LOVES THIS!” You cry, trying to collect every piece, bleeding on the porcelain. “She will never forgive me.”

“Baby, no, no.” Kara takes the broken pieces from your hands, and picks you up. “That’s enough of self-loathing, come on.” She sits on the stool again. “Eat, please.”

You do as she told you to. It doesn’t take long until you’re clean and wrapped up in blankets and Kara’s arms, and you fall into a turbulent, but still needed sleep.

When you wake up, it’s the middle of the afternoon. You make your way to the kitchen, feeling equally shitty on the outside, but at least you can stand up now. On the inside you feel worse, like you have done things so horrible your brain is refusing to let you remember them. It sits heavy on your stomach and on your heart. You hope to Rao you haven’t done something irredeemable.

You walk in the kitchen and look around. Kara already cleaned the vase, and even though the wall is still broken, she somehow managed to make it look less like her body-shape. There’s so much food waiting for you, it looks like Kara is trying to feed a Kryptonian army.

“Hey, baby. Got some rest?” Kara comes closer, and she grabs your hands, studying them for the marks there. She looks at the marks on your wrists, and even lifts your shirt to look at the raw flesh of your ribcage, to make sure your injuries are better. They are not. “You need sunlight.”

“Momma, I’m not a sunflower.” You huff, while Kara picks you up again, taking you to the backyard, to the table there.

“Yes, you are.” She jokes and you look up to her while pouting.

“You are a sunflower.” You cross your arms, making Kara laugh.

She comes back into the house to pick up the food, and a few seconds later most of the food is in front of you.

“Where’s mom?” You ask, looking around, and since you don’t have your glasses, you can use your x-ray vision. “You said I didn’t hurt her, so why isn’t she home yet?”

“You didn’t hurt anyone, but you broke some stuff.” Kara grabs one slice of pizza, and sits next to you. Your eyes grow bigger.

“Besides her vase?” You still can’t forgive yourself for that. Kara nods. “What else?”

“Your training center.” She sighs, and your eyes are filled with tears right away. “You burnt it, actually.”

“I’m so sorry!” You cover your face with your hands, feeling embarrassed and sad. You loved going there and practicing with aunt Alex and your momma. Why the hell did you do that for?

“It wasn’t you.” Kara pulls you into a hug, and kisses your forehead. “You didn’t want to do or say any of those things. We know, baby.”

“But-” You tried to argue, still not understanding.

“Baby, you were mind controlled.” Kara breathes out her answer. “You did things you didn’t mean to. Someone else was pulling the strings. None of that was inside of you, none of that was what you once thought or wanted to do, ok?”

“Is that why I don’t remember a thing about it?” You ask, confused. Kara agrees with her head, and you look down trying to think. That’s a good thing. To know none of that was inside of you, and to know you didn’t mean to do any of that. But still, somebody used your body and your memories to hurt the ones you loved and the places you love, so that is terrifying. You look up to her again. “Someone, who?”

“Lex.” Kara lets out and you agree with your head, not wanting to hear anything else.

Ok, so you didn’t physically hurt anyone, but you know Lex (or at least his reputation), so you know that he probably found other ways to hurt people. And Lena, poor Lena, was probably his first choice for that, because he genuinely hates her.

You really want to apologize, so you can’t wait until Lena to get home for you to do so. But she doesn’t come. You wait and wait, but Lena never arrives. You probably screwed up with her big time.

Kara keeps reassuring you that you didn’t, that none of it it’s your fault, but it can’t be true. So, one day Lex mind controls you to beat up your momma, destroy important places to you, and you’re supposed to believe this has nothing to do with Lena not coming home to you?

You wake up before Kara does, and you go to the kitchen to make her breakfast, so you can somehow apologize for whatever it is that happened on the day and night before. You make her all of her favorites, and leave a note under a flower on the counter for when she wakes up.

You are the sunflower.

You don’t wait for her to wake up, though. Your heart has been desperate for hours wanting to see your mom and have her forgiveness and feel her comfort. There’s nothing more comforting in the world than Lena’s hands on your hair while you place your head on her lap.

You listen to her heartbeat, and you go to her. You land on Lena’s balcony at L Corp, looking inside to where she is sitting on the couch. You also notice other things: Her overnight bag pushed to the side, untouched food in front of her, her red eyes and puffy cheeks. It breaks your heart all the more.

“Mom.” You go to her, kneeling on the floor in front of her and placing your head on her lap. “Please, forgive me. Please.”

“Come on, baby, stand up.” Lena tries to hold your hand, but you settle on her lap, weeping mercifully.

“I don’t know what I said, or did, but I know I’ve hurt you. Please, please, forgive me.” You ask between the tears and the cracks in your voice. Lena’s hands go to your head. “I’m so sorry for everything.”

“It wasn’t you.” Lena strokes your hair, gently. “It was Lex mind controlling you. Babygirl, I’m not angry. Everything is ok.”

You lift your head so you can look at her. Lena gives you a sad little smile, while cleaning the tears on your face.

“But-but you’re here.” You look around. “You’re not home, because you can’t be around me anymore.”

“What? Baby, no!” Lena holds your arms gently, making you stand and sit next to her. She gives you a comforting hug, that feels too nice to be fake. And cups your face, right after. “This has nothing to do with you. Do you hear me?”

“I don’t understand.” You furrow your brows, looking scared and lost. “You’re sleeping in your office at L Corp right after I was turned into a monster. How can this have nothing to do with me?”

“Babygirl, do you trust me?” Lena asks. Her eyes flicker, anxiously, studying your face, like she’s afraid of your answer.

“More than myself.” It’s your most truthful sentence. She gives you a soft smile.

“Then believe me when I tell you, I’m not mad at you, and I’m not here because I can’t be around you.” She strokes your cheeks with her thumbs. “I love you more than anything, and I’m very, extremely, deeply happy that my baby is back.”

“I am.” You repeat, agreeing with your head. “Then, please come back home.”

“I can’t.” She kisses your forehead, and then lets go of your face. “Not now, anyways.”

“Mom.” You try, but she shakes her head like she’s telling you to stop this conversation.

“Please, have breakfast with me?” She asks turning to the food before you, and even though you already ate, you refuse to say no and let her eat alone.

When you’re finished eating, and you see that Lena actually ate something, you decide to pick the subject back again.

“Mom, I know I was mind controlled, but, um, I need to make sure I didn’t physically hurt you or said anything too painful.” She looks at you, pointing at herself, like she’s saying that she’s not hurt. “Right. And the second part?”

“Baby, I told you. The things you said? All Lex.” She kisses your forehead again. “Stop worrying.” You wish it was that simple. That you could just simply stop worrying, but you look at her face, you see the sadness in her eyes, and you know you would do anything to make her happy again.

Your phone starts ringing and she looks at it, reading the name in it.

“Answer it, so Kara doesn’t worry about you.” She says, and you furrow your brows.

Kara. Heart beating fast. Breath stuck in her lungs.

“Hey, momma.”

“Kid, where are you? You made all this breakfast and left me here to eat alone?”

“Came to check upon mom.”

“Oh, um, right. How-How is Lena?”

Lena. Choking on her words. Dear Rao. This isn’t about you at all.

“Sleeping at her office, so not great.”

Lena raises an eyebrow at you, and you hear Kara sucking on air.

“You guys want to tell me something?” You ask on the phone while looking at Lena.

“We’ll talk when you get home.” You hear Kara’s voice, and then the dial tone. You lower your phone and keep waiting for Lena’s response.

“It has nothing to do with you.” Lena says, holding your hands, and stroking your bruises lightly. “This is between me and your momma only, ok?”

“Mom, please, come home. Whatever it is, you two need to talk.” You ask, and she shakes her head in denial.

“Please baby. Let’s not talk about it.” Even though she added the ‘please’ you know it’s not a request. You know your mom, and you can see it on her face that you better drop the subject right now, or you will make things worse.

So, it seems that none of your moms are mad at you, or sad about the things you’ve said and done. It looks like it has nothing to do with you, and it’s a fight between them.

Alex also doesn’t seem to care, when you see her in the middle of the week, she just smiles and waves at you. She doesn’t even want to listen to your apology, she just cuts you off with a “kiddo, save that apology for a time you do this with your worst intentions. This wasn’t your fault, so I don’t need no apology.”

And you wish that could go into your brain and make you forgive yourself for the things that you know, now, you’ve done. But there’s still exposed bricks on your kitchen wall, there’s still no place for you to practice, and there’s still no Lena in your house. And as the week goes on and on, and you don’t know if she’ll ever come back, there’s no forgiveness you can give to yourself.

[rebelwrites]

You, Me And The Car (NSFW)

Clay Spenser x Reader

A/N okay so this wasn’t going to be smutty but blame @chibsytelford for the complete 180 of this fic 🥵 and yes that’s my car 😜 but let’s start the month of with a bang quite literally 😜

Warnings: unprotected sex, sex in a public space

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This Months Writing

“Yo Spenser” Your Uncle shouted walking into the garage. “You been ordering shit again?”

“Yo Spenser” Your Uncle shouted walking into the garage. “You been ordering shit again?”

“Would I?” You smirked looking up from the engine bay, wiping your hands on the rag.

“What you got this time?” He asked, sliding the box across the floor.

“New intercooler, air intake. engine mounts and BOV” you grinned grabbing your knife, cutting through the tape on the boxes.

“Am I sensing a remap coming along?” He grinned leaning against the car causing you to growl at him without looking up from the boxes.

“Yes and get your ass off the car before I stab you” you glared.

“You are definitely your old man's kid” he chuckled, grabbing a drink from the mini fridge. “Are we getting all this today?”

“Urm” you said glancing at the clock, Clay was home from deployment today so you needed to make sure you had the car back together in time. “Yeah or as much as we can, Clay is home today”

“Well then kiddo we best get cracking” Alex grinned “Can’t have you being late after not seeing him for the last three months”

“I will be happy is all we get is the air intake and BOV done today, the rest I can do with Clay” you grinned as you slipped your wedding and engagement ring off, placing them between your lips and you fiddled with the clasp on the chain that the other one of Clay’s dog tag sat proudly, slipping your rings onto the chain you secured it back around your neck. The last thing you needed was fucking your rings up. “I’ve lost count how many times these headlights have been off the car now”

“Same here kiddo” Alex smirked, tossing you the ratchet and socket. “Whist we at it we will see if we can sort this fucking bumper sag out”

“Yes it’s been pissing off for a while but doubt there’s much we can do, it’s a Ford remember, the Fez’s are known for bumper sag” you laughed as you pulled the first headlight out.

“Come on you piece a shit just go in the hole goddammit” you shouted at the car as you tried to refit your bumper. “I don’t have time for you to be a cunt”

“And here I thought you loved this car” Alex laughed as he lifted the bumper up giving a bit more play to get the bolts in.

“Yeah well sometimes you need to threaten it and use brut force and ignorance” you laughed as you finally got the right side of the bumper secured. Just as your phone started ringing, placing a smoke between your lips you hit answer without checking who was calling.

“Where are you?” Emma practically shouted down the phone.

“Shit what time is it Em?” You panicked as you grabbed the other bolts, holding your phone between you ear, and cigarette in the corner of your mouth.

“Four thirty” she shouted “shit the plane is just coming into view, you haven’t got long”

“I’ve just gotta get my bumper back on kid, be there as quick as I can, I’m nearly done here. Just do whatever to stall Clay please”

You ended the call without saying bye, you didn’t have much time, the base was at least twenty minutes from her and you still had another five minutes of work and definitely no time to get changed.

In record time you managed to get the bumper back on the car, the tools were just dumped out the way, grabbing your bag and tossed it into the passenger seat. Starting the engine you didn’t even have time to appreciate the roar of the exhaust as you dipped the clutch slamming it into first, dropping the hand brake and wheel spinning out of the garage. Normally it would take twenty minutes to get to the base but you knew you could do it in ten.

The moment the boys walked out of the base, Clay knew something was off, there wasn’t that deep grumble in the air from your car, glancing around he realised you wasn’t there and couldn’t help but laugh, he knew you had parts arriving and more than likely lost track of time.

“Right before you say anything I’ve been asked to stall you” Emma laughed as she looked over Jason’s shoulder. “Something about she still had her bumper to fit, I dunno she might as well been speaking a different language”

“Garage is what twenty minutes away?” Sonny asked.

“Yeah she will get her in ten though” Clay laughed scratching his beard. “How long ago did you speak to her?”

“About twenty minutes ago” Emma nodded giving Clay a hug.

Soon enough there was a grumble that could be heard in the distance making Clay smile, he never needed to know when you arrived your car told him that you were only a mile out. He knew how guilty you were going to feel for being late and he was going to play. So there he stood, bag on the floor next to him, hands shoved in his pockets looking around for you with a sad look on this face.

“That’s evil Blondie” Sonny laughed leaning against his truck, no one had left yet because they wanted to see things play out.

You practically threw the car around the corner as you entered the base car park, you felt like the worst wife ever, having not seen you husband for three months you were late for him getting home. Reaching down you wrapped your fingers around the handbrake, yanking it up as you stomped on the clutch, pulling the steering wheel to the left, sliding the car through the car park stopping a few feet away from Clay.

Climbing out of the car you ran over to him throwing yourself into his arms. His arms instantly wrapping around your waist, he couldn’t keep the act up when it came to you.

“I am so fucking sorry I’m late, the bumper wouldn’t go back on” you rambled.

“Babygirl it’s fine” he whispered squeezing you tight. “I know you love the car more than me”

“Hey that’s not fair” you pouted but laughing “I would have been on time but the fez wasn’t playing ball”

“Stop panicking, you can just make it up to me later” Clay laughed as he placed you on your feet, draping his arm around your shoulder picking his bag up. “Out of interest how long did it take to get here?”

“Eight minutes” you laughed opening the boot.

“Getting quicker” Clay winked before looking over at Sonny. “Tell me you got it on film”

“Of course, number one rule when it comes to the female Spenser is always have your phone on record” Sonny laughed.

“Wanna go for a drive and see where we end up?” You whispered running your finger down Clay’s chest whilst you stole his cap, placing it on your head.

“I like your thinking” he smirked, slapping your arse.

The two of you had been driving for about an hour now, no music was on as you could now enjoy the labour of your work. Every time you changed gear you heard the turbo flutter making you laugh every time. This was the time Clay loved the most, watching you drive, watching as your eyes sparkled, your grin getting bigger by the second and you laughing at yourself.

Pulling into the car park you and Clay had found one day whilst driving, you pulled the handbrake on putting the car into neutral but left it running.

“So I was thinking” you whispered “I want to try something that involves you, me and the car”

“Oh yeah” he smirked, running his hand up your bare thigh. “And what’s this idea babygirl”

“I wanna ride you whilst you are against the bonnet” you breathed closing your eyes at the thought “I want you to take me over the bonnet and fuck me”

“Do you know how long I’ve waited for you to say that” he hummed against your lips “why are we still sat in the car baby”

You never moved so fast in your life, there was just something naughty about this, the fact you could get caught just added to it. You couldn’t help but bite your lip as Clay leant against the bonnet of the car with his jeans dropped round his knees, closing the gap between you, you wrapped you hand around his hard dick, slowly pumping it making him moan as he undid your the button on your shorts. Doing a little wiggle as he pushed the material down, they dropped to your ankles allowing you to step out of them. The moment you lost your thong Clay picked you up positioning your over his dick.

Slowly you sunk down on his length, gasping at the feeling, you were taking things slow as it had been three months and Clay wasn’t exactly small.

“Fuck” you breathed against his lips.

“I know baby” he whispered “so fucking tight”

After a few minutes Clay started lifting you up and down, fully taking your weight as he helped you ride him against your car.

“Clay” you moaned as he changed the pace up, before standing off the car, slamming you down on the bonnet.

“God I missed this feeling” he grunted as he thrusted hard into you making you arch your back, bucking your hips up to get him deeper.

“Fuck fuck fuck” you moaned as his thumb found your clit matching the pace of his hips, “oh god”

“That’s it baby” he groaned biting down on his bottom lip, “fuck I can feel you getting tighter babygirl”

“Clay I’m so close” you whimpered, making him smirk, he knew you were close by how your body was reacting but loved hearing you say it.

It only took a few more hard thrusts for him to send you over the edge screaming his name out for the whole world to hear as you rode out your high, but he didn’t stop thrusting as he chased his own release making your whimpers and moans to get louder, it didn’t help the car was still running so you had the added vibration of the engine beneath you, feeling his grip on your hips tighten he gave one fine thrust, moaning as he came.

Leaning forward he kissed you lovingly as you both regained your breath, his ass on view for every man and their dog to see but neither of you cared, you were too lost in each other.

"I don't know who's louder baby, the grumble of the exhaust or you" he laughed against your lips.

“Definitely me” you giggled, placing your hand on the side of his face, gently caressing his cheek with your thumb as you got lost in his eyes. “I missed you so much”

“I know babygirl, I missed you too, but I’m home now” he breathed, his eyes dropping to your rings around your neck, moving his hands he undid the clasp, sliding the rings off the chain. Before taking your left hand. “Let’s get these back where they belong” he whispered, sliding them back onto your finger before kissing them.

“What do you wanna do now?” You smiled as you leant your head back against the bonnet.

“I was thinking we head home, get a takeaway and cuddle on the sofa, maybe with round two and three thrown in” he smirked as he pulled out of you. He quickly disappeared but returned with a pair of boxers for his bag to clean himself and you up, once the pair of your were dressed he took your hand pulling you into his arms.

“Damn you’ve got some energy today” you giggled looking up at him.

“Well when you have a wife that’s as gorgeous and as fit as you it happens” he laughed kissing your head. “I love you baby”

“I love you too” you whispered “you can drive home, I don’t think my legs are working yet”

“You must love me if you are letting me drive”

@chibsytelford @mrsmarvelous1995 @supervalcsi @talicat713 @disasterfandoms @bravo-four-seal-team @jasonbabymama @jayhalsteadfan-2417 @lotsoflovefromlea @seik-o @ohitsnicolexo @velvetcardiganbucky @phoenixhalliwell @pancakeisreading

[yourmidnightlover]

comfort blurb request??? maybe Spencer is just taking the absolute most care for you and making sure you’re okay after a hard case

cw: case mentions, mention of abusive and neglectful parents, unsub dies, crying, kind of a breakdown by the reader, spencer being a very nice little bean. *please let me know if ive missed anything*

a/n: so this turned out far longer than i anticipated but i love it nonetheless. thank you for the request, love <3

you were attached.

you couldn’t help it either.

spencer could tell

as you looked at the unsub from around the corner with a sense of sympathy, he recognized a part of himself on similar cases. when an unsub was schizophrenic, or when an unsub had been bullied, or when they had a drug problem that had been forced on them.

but for you, he couldn’t tell why you sympathized with this unsub. they’ve worked cases with unsubs just like this one - while all unsubs are different, their backgrounds tend to meld together on occasion.

in this situation it was abusive parents that would neglect them, no siblings, no grandparents or aunts or uncles to turn to… they were alone and were forced to cope with their own insanity. this unsub… he had nowhere to turn for his own depression and anxiety and he had to cope in some sort of way. he just chose to do that by killing.

now, on the jet ride back home, with 1 hour left, spencer walked over to sit beside you on the couch. for the duration of the ride, you hadn’t been talking. you hadn’t been reading. you were just sitting there in silence, clearly lost in your own thoughts.

the unsub had been shot. he was breaking down. he was going to shoot you. you would’ve let him. hotch took the shot that you couldn’t take. you were angry with him at first. you clutched his shirt in your hands, yet hotch didn’t care. he held onto your shoulders and looked at you with that same look of sympathy you had for the unsub. he hugged your shoulders as you cried into his vest.

“he didn’t deserve that!” you sobbed into his vest. “he just wanted to be okay…”

“i know,” hotch stroked your shoulders, soothing you until spencer walked over.

he took your hands from his shirt and wrapped them around spencer, knowing you’d want your best friend’s shoulder to cry on instead of your boss’s. spencer looked at hotch with a look of confusion, clearly not knowing why she was so upset.

“ask,” he informed spencer, patting his shoulder before walking away, leaving the two of you alone.

he practically carried you to the car. you were barely strong enough to keep yourself from tripping over your feet. spencer was your crutch, and that’s how he liked it. you had spent so long putting up this strong front for everyone, it only took one case for it to finally wear down the last of your walls.

“how about we have a sleepover when we get back?” spencer asked, finally breaking you from your trance as you turned to face him sitting beside you on the couch.

you didn’t say anything. you merely nodded and rested your head on his shoulder, trying to conceal the tears that had continued to flow from his gesture of kindness. he wrapped his arms around you and laid down on the couch, allowing you to rest on his chest for the duration of the ride. he knew you weren’t asleep. but perhaps a little piece of your mind was able to stop racing around because of his presence.

everyone saw it go down. but they didn’t say anything. it was obvious the two of you were closer than friends. the way you would put each other before anything, the way you would both simply look at each other. you always hung out after work when you were able to. you would have sleepovers with one another. you would do each other’s work. you would eat lunch together. you would get coffee together… you get the gist.

so seeing him comfort you so tenderly after the breakdown you had… it felt warm. although, derek didn’t hesitate snapping a picture of the way you cuddled into spencer’s chest, his eyes closed with content so he could send it to his babygirl later.

once you got off the jet, hotch dismissed everyone home for two days, something about getting some well needed rest and rehabilitation.

spencer began to drive your car to your place, thinking you’d want to be in the comfort of your own apartment. once you saw him make the turn towards your place rather than his own, you reached across the console and grasped his arm.

“what?” he asked with a questioning tone.

you shook your head, “i don’t wanna go to my place,” you continued to shake your head rapidly as he pulled the car over.

“hey, hey,” he placed his hand on the sides of your face to ground you. “we’ll go to mine, alright? whatever you need, we’ll get you,” you finally nodded your head before spencer reached over and kissed your forehead.

so, he took you to his apartment. he wanted you to feel safe, and if going to his place would provide that, then he would supply. he insisted on carrying your bags so you could walk on your own, so you did. but the second you were inside, he dropped the bags by the couch and wrapped you in his arms once more.

“go lie down on my bed, alright?” he whispered in your ear. “i’ll order us takeout and get you some tea. you get comfortable.”

you nodded and kissed the side of his neck before he released you, his hand lingering on your waist as you began walking down the hallway. his eyes lingered on your figure as you walked away, your arms wrapped around yourself as you entered his room.

he sighed before turning back to make your tea. perhaps chamomile would help you relax. he picked up the phone while the water was boiling and ordered you your favorite takeout. after the order was placed, he poured the boiling water into a mug with the tea bag and a dash of honey for sweetness.

“hey, bug,” he called as he entered the room. you were sitting on the edge of the bed, arms still wrapped around yourself in a self-soothing manner as he sat beside you. “here’s your tea, and the food should be here in around 20 more minutes.”

“okay,” you sighed as you took the cup from him, taking a sip. “thank you - for everything.”

“you don’t need to thank me,” he told you. “i’m happy to make sure my best friend knows she’s cared for.”

“no, i need to thank you,” you sniffled. “it’s not very often that i actually need to be taken care of, and i’m just not used to it. i’ve spent most of my life caring for myself and others and… and i really needed this - needed you,” you placed your free hand on top of his and gently squeezed it.

“i would take care of you forever,” he whispered, the look in his eyes telling you that he meant every word.

“i love you.”

“i love you.”

you both said in unison.

spencer’s eyes searched yours for the same meaning his portrayed - yours secretly doing the same.

“i’m in love with you,” you sniffled. “i have been for a while,” you shrugged.

“i am too - in love with you,” he smiled. “i’m so in love with you it hurts. when i saw you crying, i… i wanted to take it all on myself. you don’t deserve to hurt. you’re the one person who actually cares about people and takes care of them with no expectations.”

“thank you,” you grinned. “i know you want to know why i was so upset tonight, but…”

“you don’t have to tell me anything if you aren’t ready,” his hand gently squeezed your thigh.

knock. knock. knock

spencer rose from his seat on the bed and retrieved the food. he returned to see you scooted up to one side of the bed - the side you always slept on during your sleepovers. your tea was sat down on the bedside table and your legs in criss-cross applesauce position.

“hey,” he knocked on the door so he wouldn’t startle you.

“hey,” you smiled as he climbed in bed beside you.

he began passing out the food, and you ate in silence. it was a comfortable silence, one that the two of you had become accustomed to. your arms would accidentally touch, causing the both of you to blush and smile like idiots at the other.

once you were finished, spencer cleaned up the food and you went to brush your teeth, him doing the same after you. upon his return, you were already in your night clothes - a large t-shirt and some shorts you’ve had for ages. your makeup was removed and your hair was in a messy bun at the bottom of your head.

“you’re beautiful,” spencer couldn’t help but speak as he went to change his clothes.

“so are you,” you spoke up quietly. “i don’t think people tell you that often enough.”

“i’m supposed to be taking care of you,” he chuckled as he grabbed a pair of old sweatpants to change into. he came back in an immediately cuddled up next to you in bed. “how do you wanna cuddle? or do you even want to cuddle?”

“is that even a question? of course i wanna cuddle,” you scoffed as you took his right arm and began snuggling with it, your fingers intertwined with his, your head rested on his chest as his free hand was tracing circles on your waist. “i love you so much, spencer.”

“i love you,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your hairline.

“say it again, please,” he felt his skin begin to dampen where your eyes were.

“i love you,” he moved his free hand to stroke your hair.

“again, please,” you sniffled.

“i love you, y/n,” he whispered. “i love you so much,” he continued. “i love your kindness. i love your spirit. i love your generosity. i love your humility. i love everything about you. i will always love you,” pressing one more kiss to your forehead, he heard your steady breaths and knew you had finally fallen asleep.

and in that moment, with you clutching his arm as you snored softly, he knew that he’d never let you go.

[monsteronfire]

The 7 Pleasures of Camping [Installment 1 | Taehyung]

type;; 7-part Series (1st Installment 2.6k words)

pairing(s);; BTS x older!Reader/OC | Pt. 1 mostly Tae x older!Reader/OC

genre;; Slice of Life, Smut, Camping AU

warnings;; Drinking, smoking, oral (female receiving), anal, tough/bratty!Reader/OC, very slightly dom!Tae, slightly dom!Namjoon, dirty talk, a lot of cursing and use of dirty words, a bit of tit-play, a tiny bit of ass eating, Jin being the trouble starter, Jin's also sweet to the Reader/OC though, mentions of male masturbation, voyeurism, exhibitionism, Tae and Koo being impatient af

a/n;; What's going on? What am I doing here? Why am I doing this? Who fucking knows. Don't ask questions, just enjoy me careening into madness. I can't make any promises about how frequent the updates will be. I'll desperately try to keep them from dragging out for months on end, but please bare with me if my dumbass falls apart and gets procrastinatey. For the time being enjoy this chaos that I started. Gif is not mine.

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For the life of you, you have absolutely zero idea as to how you got here. Not to say you’d lost all memory, no. You know how you got into the campgrounds; how you and the seven men you were vacationing with set up the camper and various tents; how you all set out chairs and started a fire, cooked dinner and ate into the night. You know how you opened your first beer, then your second, then the third, fourth, fifth and sixth. You know about all that, that’s easy. What you don’t know is how you ended up practically folded in half in this uncomfortable lawn chair with your legs swung up over each plastic arm and Jin nestled between your thighs eating you out like you are his goddess and it’s his day of worship. Not to mention the six other members of your camping group just milling about your campsite going about their business as if there’s not a supremely drunk, half naked chick getting her cunt tongued right in front of them.

That’s not to say they aren’t reacting to it. They’re all watching with great interest and heated stares, all of them sporting a hard-on for the ages just for little old you. Still they go about their business as they watch, like you’re the entertainment after dinner. Yoongi sits at the camp’s picnic table with Namjoon, both of them playing cards nonchalantly while Yoongi chain smokes. Although Namjoon does keep pawing at his cock through his jeans from time to time. Taehyung paces back and forth with a bowl of cereal in his hands, sitting somewhere for about 30 seconds to eat and then getting up to get a different angle; hard dick bouncing away in his sweats every time he moves. Jimin is sitting very still in a chair to your right, his hands gripping the arms ever so subtly and his piercing eyes glued to the way your breasts move when you pant. Even with his legs crossed you can see the bulge in this jeans and you suspect that when he switches his legs over from time to time he’s only doing it to get some friction. Hobi’s standing off by a tree on the other side of the fire, smoking his own cigarette and taking swigs from his bottle of beer, sometimes palming his cock through his shorts. His eyes burn while he watches you, catching your gaze every few moments to stare you down. Jungkook is a little more zealous than the rest of the group, sitting directly across the fire from you with his head lulled back and his hand pumping over his cock while he watches.

The bottom row of Jin’s teeth deftly catch your clit and you hiss at the sensation, the pain mixing with pleasure to create an intense feeling. You pull away from him, one of your bare feet moving to push him away with your foot. He only backs away a little kissing the inside of one thigh while his hand runs over it soothingly.

“Sorry, baby,” he mumbles to you before diving back in to suck the pain away.

“Fuck,” you breathe, one of your hands gripping a handful of his hair and tugging very lightly. You aren’t sure if you want to pull him closer or tug him away. Doesn’t really matter, it’s like his sinfully plump lips are glued to your pussy. He noses his way down to slither his tongue into your clenching hole and you swear the appendage is way too long for him to be human. It wriggles inside you and laps up to tease you with small thrusts in and out. It seems he’s picked up on how much teasing your hole drives you crazy.

‘Just the tip’ as they say.

His nose flicks back and forth over your clit while he works and it’s only when he reaches the hand on your thigh up to tug on one of your nipples that you realize you’re getting impatient. You grip the hair on the crown of his head a little tighter and start working him against you, doing your best to rock your hips over his tongue in the awkward position you’re in. He hums against you and you groan with an open mouth, the simple sight of this lewd act starting to really get you off.

“Fuck, hyung. How much longer are you gonna be? You haven’t even stuck your dick in her yet, at this rate it’s going to be morning by the time we all get a round.”

Jungkook sounds more impatient than you and Tae seems to agree with him.

“I mean how many times has he made her cum now?”

“At least three times,” Jimin says evenly, never looking away from you.

“Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck yes!”

You ride the high off Jin’s tongue, the knowledge that he’s practically sucking the pussy juice out of you making your orgasm a little messier than usual. You can feel yourself gushing into his waiting mouth and are nearly thrown into another orgasm when he pulls you impossibly closer, humming loudly and eating every inch he can of you until you’re completely clean of anything. Well anything, but his saliva. His fingertips feel like they’re leaving bruises they’re pressed so far into your flesh and you swear he’s enjoying you cumming more than you actually are.

“Make that four times,” Jimin reiterates

You vaguely hear Taehyung slam his cereal bowl into the table, stomping his way over to you and dropping a hand onto Jin’s shoulder.

“Alright hyung, you’ve had your fun. It’s my turn now, you can have her back when I’m done.”

“Like hell, she’s mine after,” Jungkook shouts.

Tae pushes Jin back, though the elder doesn’t put up much of a fight. You moan at the site of his glowing face, the lower half glistening in the firelight with your juices. He licks his lips and wipes the rest clean with the sleeve of his sweatshirt, the look in his eyes promising you that he’s not done with you yet. When he’s out of the way, Tae is kneeling between you legs. He bites the inside of your thigh gently and pulls each leg from the arms so that your feet are back on the ground.

“Can you stand for me babygirl?”

You roll your eyes at the pet name and shove him back.

“I’m older than you, idiot. Back up.”

He moves away from you and stands easily, his hands hovering around you when you get up, as if he expects you to fall. When he’s certain you’re steady on your feet he tugs your sweater (the one Jin had pushed up over your breasts to get a better view) over your head and tosses it on to the chair. He takes a half step back to look your over, admiring your unkempt skirt that was flipped up and your flushed skin.

“God you’re so hot.”

You don’t reply, though you don’t really need to, and instead arch your chest out for him when he ducks down to fit practically a hole tit into his mouth. His tongue swirls over your nipple and slathers it in spit before he’s sucking on it like he’s actually trying to get milk to come out. You moan and card your fingers through his hair, pulling on the strands to let him know you like how rough he’s being. He bites down when you tug on his hair, pulling at the hardened bud until it pops back from between his teeth. You gasp out a ‘fuck’ and present the other breast to him, enjoying how his big hand tugs it into his waiting mouth. He gives that nipple the same attention and by the time he’s finished you’re even more flushed than before.

“Fuck, I’m gonna break you noona. Just wait,” he growls out, roughly spinning you so that you have to catch yourself on the chair just so you don’t fall.

You expected him to bend you over and stuff his cock into you, but instead you feel his hot breath on your ass. His overly large hands (hands that you’ve fantasized about a million and one times) push your ass cheeks up and out, spreading them so that he can dive in and immediately fuck you with his tongue. You gasp and moan, arching your back so that he has easier access and reaching around to tug his face closer. You were hoping for his dick, but his tongue is working just as well and when you feel him lick up to tease your asshole you can’t help getting a little excited. You always figured Tae for an anal man and it’d been ages since your ass got a good pounding.

He works back and forth between your core and your ass, gripping your cheeks so hard you can only imagine how hard he’s going to rail you and it makes you drool with anticipation. When he’s certain your ass is lubed up enough with his spit he slots one of his fingers into your hole and wriggles it gently. You moan and try to push back on him, vaguely hearing him chuckle and feeling him push back against you.

“Easy, babygirl.”

“Fuck, y’all keep talking about sticking your dicks in me. Just fucking do it already.”

“Do you think this tight hole will even be able to fit my cock,” he chuckles out.

“I don’t know, why don’t you slam it in me and find out. I’ve done anal before, you prick. It’s just like riding a bike. Spit in my hole, spit on your cock and stretch me out already.”

You wiggle your ass closer to his face and he growls, apparently thoroughly enjoying the dirty words coming from your mouth. He bites down on one cheek before pulling them both apart far enough that your hole gapes open for him to spit into. ‘Fuck’ tumbles from his lips when he stands and he’s quick to pull his dick out, spitting on that as well and lathering the saliva over his shaft.

“You sure about this, noona?”

You wiggle your butt again.

“Baby this ass is gonna milk your cock so good you’ll never want pussy ever again.”

He grins like the devil and slaps a hand over your cheek before he’s pulling them apart again and teasing you with his tip. You moan and push back on him, loving that his resolve is quickly snapping. He’s desperately trying to take it slow, easing the head of his cock gently past the ring of muscle while he tries to hold you steady and keep you from overdoing it.

“Fuck, would you relax already. You’re gonna push me past my breaking point,” he grinds out, his tone of voice clearly giving away that he’s clenching his teeth. You roll your eyes and push back harder, clenching and relaxing your asshole so that you’re basically sucking him in.

“Stop being a pussy and fuck my ass, Kim Taehyung!”

He practically roars and slams his cock the rest of the way inside you. You cry out, both in pleasure and in shock when he practically lifts you off the ground and slams you down onto the picnic table where Yoongi and Namjoon sit. He shoves you against the wood and drags his cock out of you, making sure you feel every ridge, every vein before slamming back into you. You cry out again and push back into him, practically begging for more.

“Fuck! Just like that, Tae! You know I like it rough, baby. Show me how rough you can be!”

He spanks you again, pulling out and pumping in more quickly every time he cycles through the motions. His cock bores so deliciously inside of you, stretching you out and tugging on your walls to create the greatest of friction. ‘Fuck’ tumbles from your lips multiple times and by the time Tae’s picked up a good, quick pace, you’re panting like a bitch in heat. Your face presses into the wood of the table and you stare at Namjoon with hazy eyes. He has a look in his that you’re not quite sure of, but you take a chance anyway and open your mouth so that your tongue can lull out. The pleasure Tae is giving you makes your throat and the back of your tongue ache for something. You want the weight and pressure of something big and heavy at the back of your throat, and Namjoon seems to understand.

He reaches forward with two fingers and presses them on the back of your tongue, rubbing there every so slightly before dragging down along the wet muscle and pressing over into your right cheek. Just like having a cock prod the wet cavern. You moan with an open mouth, letting the flood of saliva Namjoon caused to drool out of the corners of your mouth. He pulls his fingers from your tongue and you cry at the loss.

“More,” you whine to him, “don’t stop. Make me gag.”

He doesn’t need to be told a second time, pressing down on your tongue again and pushing back until he’s activating your gag reflex. Your throat automatically closes around his fingers for a split second before he’s pulling them away and dragging them all through your mouth. Over your tongue, along your gums, against the roof of your mouth and pressing into your cheeks. He lewdly fucks your mouth with his fingers like Taehyung is fucking your ass with his cock and you swear there’s no way Heaven could be better than this.

“Fuck, you’re such a slut,” Tae grunts out, snapping his hips into your ass like he’s trying to catch his cock on fire.

“Sluts deserved to be punished, right hyung,” he asks and glances at Namjoon. The older male smirks and nods.

“Sluts like her get spanked, isn’t that right baby?”

“Yesh!” You cry around his fingers, more drool pooling from your mouth.

Taehyung groans at your eager submission, slapping his hand on each ass cheek once, twice, three times. You cry out each time, your cunt gushing and your ass milking his cock while he fucks you. When he smacks you a fourth time he hisses and grips the other cheek tight enough to leave marks.

“I’m gonna cum in your ass noona, can I?”

There’s your boy, the sweet demeanor returning in his desperation to empty his load into you. Namjoon finally pulls his fingers from your mouth and wipes them dry on his jeans.

“Yes, fuck please, yes! Empty your cock in my ass, Tae. Fill me up with your cum.”

You feel the first hot spurt the instant you say the word ‘fill’ and by the second shot of his hot seed has you cumming yourself. You didn’t expect it, but as soon as the string snaps and your orgasm hits, you feel yourself squirt your juices out onto Tae’s balls and thighs. Your vision goes blank and white, hot pleasure has you crying the boy’s name into the night. He presses into your back and practically sobs while he empties his balls in you, wrapping his arms so tightly around you that you’re sure it’s to hold himself up and not you. By the time you finally come to, you’re both panting, your legs feel like jello and you feel like Tae is permanently glued to your back with sweat. You can feel the efforts of his labor oozing out of your ass around his cock and you know as soon as he pulls out, your thighs are going to be covered in the hot, thick mess. Which you can’t say you’ll really mind.

You get the feeling you’ll be covered in a lot more it before the night is over.

[elliepassmore]

Never Have I Ever review

5/5 stars Recommended to people who like: anthologies, short stories, fantasy, sci-fi, ghost stories, LGBTQ+ characters, stories with messages Good Girls 4.5/5 TW: attempted suicide I always like to see fantasy stories stories with uncommon creatures in them. The manananggal was an interesting concept, and I like how Yap switched to 2nd POV for Kaye's parts. Sara was a good bystander, but I wish we'd gotten a little bit more of her backstory since it seemed like it was interesting. The reform (?) school was also an interesting concept and I think Yap did manage to get a nice balance with that part. A Cup of Salt Tears 4/5 This story is...odd. The shifting narrative was good and I think it gave more information within the narrative than the previous story. I liked the struggle Makino faced, but am unsure how I feel about the kappa. I'm also a tad bit confused about the ending, but I suppose that's the point. I'm honestly not entirely sure how to rate this one since it's too good for a 3, but I'm not sure it's enough for a 4 either. Milagroso 3/5 I don't really understand this one much. I did like how the sci-fi and fantasy elements blended with reality so that things at least sort of seem normal. The idea of being able to produce enough nutritious food for people is interesting and I think that part kind of reads like a dystopian story. The dad's struggle is also super interesting, but I still don't fully understand his actions at the end. A Spell for Foolish Hearts 5/5 This is one of the longer ones in the collection. I was definitely able to figure some stuff out before Patrick was, but it was believable enough that he couldn't figure it out that it was fine. I liked the interplay between the magic and non-magic aspects of his life. The UX stuff was very accurate, right down to JIRA tickets. I also think that Patrick's difficulties with his family open up some good conversations about identity and sexuality and things people don't accept about others. Have You Heard the One About Anamaria Marquez? 4/5 TW: mentions of sexual assault This one was pretty creepy. I liked the different variations of the ghost story that got told. The story also did a good job talking about that weird border between childhood and adolescence where everything can/does change. Syringe 3/5 This one definitely has potential, but I think it's too short at the moment to get anything from it. Asphalt, River, Mother, Child 5/5 I really enjoyed this one. It deals with police brutality and corruption, but also found family. Mebuyen, Adriana, Babygirl, and Romuel have individual, interesting stories and I didn't want them to come to a close. Mebuyen's is perhaps the only one you could say isn't a tragedy, but there is still sadness there. It makes sense for the story the way things end up, but I could've been content with them staying by that river for forever. Hurricane Heels (We Go Down Dancing) 4/5 You know how people always ask what happens to the Magic Girls who defeat things with the Power of Friendship when they grow up? This is Yap's answer to that question. It's an interesting take on things, even if I didn't wholly follow what was going on during the course of the story. Only Unclench Your Hand 4/5 This is another one that I've found kind of hard to rate. I like the story and the witchy-creepiness of it. I also like the tension between tradition and city living. I'm just overall not sure how to feel about the story. If I could've gotten more time with the characters perhaps I'd rate it differently. How to Swallow the Moon 4.5/5 I love stories about dragons and it was nice to see a myth I'd learned about get reimagined. The love story was cute and fits well with the guard/tutor and princess trope. I liked the threads of magic in the story and how they pulled from the sacrifices of the past. I am a little confused as to how no one noticed the guy wasn't entirely being honest, but whatever. All the Best of Dark and Bright 4/5 This is one of those stories that blends myth, reality, and reincarnation. There's a similar one in A Thousand Beginnings and Endings too. In both cases I'm not sure how I feel about it. On the one hand, it's an interesting and timeless trope. On the other, it's a little weird to have one party remember and the other one not, particularly when one seems to be reincarnated and the other not. Misty 4/5 Hm. I liked the story at first but the ending was super confusing and I'm not really sure what to think about it now. It's another story that's too good to be a 3, but not quite good enough to be a 4. A Canticle for Lost Girls 4/5 TW: sexual assault This is another one that discusses growing up and girlhood and the dangers life brings. It's a good bit darker in content than some of the other ones and not in a horror way. It switched between past and present, and after reading the other stories, I have to say that this is one of Yap's strong points. I thought it provided an interesting juxtaposition between the narrator in high school and her as she is 'now.' Overall I think the collection is good. There are some weaker stories in there, but most are solid 4s or 5s. My favorites, in order, are A Spell for Foolish Hearts, Good Girls, and Asphalt, River, Mother, Child. A lot of the stories deal with girlhood, sexual identities, and/or growing up and a lot of that is dealt with very matter of factly. As mentioned, one of Yap's strengths is shifting between two different narrative sets, either past-present or different characters. I liked how it expanded the stories and gave readers more to the worlds and characters.

[ofhoneyandrosepetals]

Aarhus Universitet - Ansuz Raido Ravens (6) - final chapter

Pairing: Modern!Ivar x reader

Description: Y/N is a freshman in Aarhus University and, being the roommate of both Torvi and Margrethe, that gives her some privileges and intel on the university, as it on the leading fraternity as well, Ansuz Raido Ravens, the Ragnarssons’ fraternity. Eventually, she gets engaged up with Ivar, who happened to gather a suspicious reputation among girls.

Warnings: swearings, smut content.

Word count: 2,120

A/N: and it’s finally here, after so many years! I’m so sorry I didn’t finish this fic any sooner, even though I always wanted to. I could never rest if I never posted this final chapter. I hope you guys like it!

When you woke up the bed was empty, Ivar’s side not warm enough. You heard the noise of the shower running. He’d probably be finishing up by now. You roll on your back, feeling the most tired you ever felt, ignoring with all your strength the events of last night.

You heard the bathroom door click and looked to see Ivar wearing a zipped open hoodie, his tanned chest on sight. You bit your lips. “What a great view to wake up to.”

“I thought the great view would be something, you know, a little more downwards,” he said, a playful look on his eyes.

“Actually, that would be a great activity to wake up to.”

Ivar’s eyes immediately went to pure lust, but you raised your palms in protest. “I need to go shower first, loverboy. Last night’s party is killing me.”

“I won’t go anywhere.”

Ivar sits on a chair by the window, observing you.

“Be right back,” you state as you enter the bathroom, closing the door behind you.

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Fifteen minutes later and you felt refreshed, ready to start off your day. As soon as Ivar got sight of you, he jerked up from the chair, a lustful look on his face. His canines shone at the sunlight, making your guts heavy.

“C’mere, woman. I’m hungry for some delicious breakfast.”

Ivar shortened the distance between you two, making you step back until your back hit the wall. He held your chin between his fingers and kissed you, rough as always. You lose no time in opening your mouth to welcome him - there was no need to hold anything back, since you wanted him as much he wanted you. His lips were not soft as they usually were - his bruises and cuts were still fresh. You thought about being careful so his cuts wouldn’t open, but who were you joking?, you didn’t want him to slow down.

His tongue dominated yours, which you were glad for - you had no strength to be the dominating one today.

Ivar’s hands traveled all around your body as he kissed and bit your lips. Your hands were firmly tugging his loose, wet hair. “Grip it harder,” you heard him mumbling between kisses. You tugged his hair harder.

Ivar made no ceremonies as he slid his right hand inside your panties, feeling you already wet. “Oh babygirl, that’s how I like you, all wet for me.” His words sent shivers through your body. He started working his fingers on your clit, slowly going up and down, feeling you panting against his mouth. It felt so good that you threw your head back, hitting the wall behind you. You sighed in pleasure when Ivar paced faster, you getting more and more wet.

You had no care for Ivar kisses and suckings on your neck - all you cared and could think about was his hands down on you. “You like that?” He asked. You only nodded in response, moaning. “What do you think of my mouth going there?” You couldn’t say anything at the thought of him eating you out so, once again, you moaned in response.

Ivar sat on his knees in no time, quickly taking your panties off. You stepped your legs aside, opening yourself for Ivar, back tight against the wall.

“Look at you,” he said hoarsely. “It’s a fucking feast down here.”

Ivar held your thighs tightly, kissing their inner sides. You were eager for his mouth in your pussy, but you wanted to play cool. He kissed and licked the insides of your thighs until you grunted in annoyance, anticipation taking over you.

“Someone’s impatient,” he teased you.

You got chunks of his hair with both your hands, pulling it.

“Just fucking do it, Ragnarsson.”

“Do what?”

You weren’t looking at him, but you could hear his sassy smile.

“Eat me out.”

“With pleasure,” he said and went down on you.

Ivar licked your wetness, the feeling of his tongue making your whole body relax. He worked you out, licking and sucking, his tongue inside you, then to your labia and for last to your clit, switching between these patterns. His pace wasn’t steady - he was slow, then fast, and then slow again. The noises his mouth made as he ate you was enough to make you moan, imagine alone what he was doing.

He caressed with the tip of his nose your clit as his tongue went in and out of you. You sighed heavily.

“Faster,” you tried to manage.

Ivar slid two fingers inside your pussy, curling them.

“Fucking thrust me, Ivar.”

So he did it. Ivar thrusted you hard with his fingers, licking and sucking your pussy at the same time. You were so on edge that you felt your legs trembling, having no more strength to keep on your feet anymore, and the wall wasn’t doing any good on keeping you up. Ivar felt your loose body and gripped hard at your waist with his left hand, keeping you up.

“You’re gonna cum on your feet,” he said. “But damn, am I not a weak man? I wanna fuck you so hard right now with my own cock.”

You came at his words, throwing your head back at the wall, making a hard thump. You pulled his hair hard and moaned loudly, screaming.

“Fuck me, Ivar,” you said without a breath. “Fuck me and I’ll cum again, all around your cock.”

Ivar lost no time in getting up, kicking his shorts and boxers away and wrapping your legs around him, pinning you up against the wall. He held you there while putting on a condom and quickly, roughly, he slid inside you. “No mercy,” you told him, and he had none.

He thrusted you fast and hard, going almost all out to go back all in. He already knew your G spot, so he went directly there, making you see stars at his strength inside you and at the feeling of pleasure. You had no idea Ivar could hold such a pace. You tugged your fingernails on his back, feeling the skin opening. That made Ivar grunt and kiss you, biting your lower lip. You felt the taste of blood, but it was only his cut on his lips opening.

You wanted to dirty talk, but you couldn’t find any words, only scream in pleasure.

“Yes, Y/N, show everyone how I make you feel.”

His steady fast pace was doing its job, and you could feel once again your walls clenching - a couple more thrusts and you felt your whole body trembling, relaxing, pleasure running through your veins as you screamed. Ivar thrusted a little more until he, too, came, moaning.

His blue eyes were pure fire and you couldn’t look away from them as Ivar slowly thrusted you after you two came, your walls screaming in sensibility.

“That was fucking awesome,” you sounded like you had ran a marathon.

“I’ll need to shower again, look what you did to me,” Ivar was wet with sweat.

“Let’s go then, I’ll clean you up.”

*

You hadn’t class today, so you and Ivar were sitting outside, by the shadows of a tree, you comfortably nested between his legs, your back and head resting on his chest as you took notice of the movement on campus.

“I’ve been wanting to ask you,” you start saying.

“What is it?” Ivar sounded like he was at peace.

“About your fraternity names. They usually use Greek letters, but what do you guys use?”

“Runes from the Elder Futhark, Ansuz and Raido. Raido means journey while Ansuz can be the rune related to Odin. My father always told me and my brothers that we descend from Odin, that’s why this choice of runes.”

“But ‘Ravens’ is not a rune.”

“No, it isn’t, but is the animal associated with Odin.”

“So your fraternity is all related to Odin, in the end.”

“One can say so.”

“Well, this is cool, but it’s even cooler to just rest on your chest and take a nap,” you said, nestling more on Ivar, closing your eyes as the sunlight warmed you.

*

Weeks have already passed - Torvi moved out of yours and Margrethe’s room, moving in with Ubbe, but she always avoided yours and Ivar’s path, staying out of the way. Ivar kept working on his bike, saying that he sensed that soon enough he’d take you for a ride. Margrethe wasn’t on talking terms with you, but she was always polite, apt to keep a chill environment. She had her space and you respected that, even though you missed her.

Until one day you finally made the choice you’ve been thinking about for so long.

Margrethe was at her desk taking care of her studies when you started talking, without giving a warning.

“I’m not going to tell you my whole story, since I don’t want to be a bother more than I already am right now,” you saw Margrethe getting so rigid that she could easily be a statue. “I was in deep shit a couple months ago, and my parents arranged me into college, as part of an agreement between us. I go clean and they help me, as long as I majored in something, anything. They got me three universities and I was able to choose this one.

“I know how much you suffered here and how much is difficult for you to be around, you know, them. Me, even. But I always saw you as and considered you my friend, Margrethe. I deeply, truly care about you, and I never wanted to harm you in any way.

“That’s why I spoke with my parents and called in a favor.”

“What favor?” Margrethe asked, her voice shooked.

“You can transfer all the way up to Aalborg University. If you want to, of course. I feel like I owe you this, at least.”

Margrethe stood in silence for what felt like minutes, but it was only a couple seconds.

“Why?” She finally asked.

“I just said, I feel like I owe you this. In my name and in the name of the Ragnarssons. It would really make me happy if you accept this.”

“A fresh start?”

“A fresh start. It’s always possible, and everyone deserves one. I’m the solid example of that.”

“Do you really mean it?” Margrethe turned over to look at you, her eyes watering, tears coming down through her rosy cheeks.

“I’m serious about it, Margrethe. All you have to do is say yes and I’ll arrange everything out.”

It was a storm that hit you - Margrethe got up from her chair and hugged you, crying on your shoulders, repeating without a stop ‘thank you’. You caressed her hair, feeling relief to have that situation sorted out.

Margrethe deserved a break and a good life.

*

You were smoking a cigarette by the window of your dorm when you heard a knock on your door, freezing immediately. Did someone rat on you? You weren’t supposed to smoke inside the dorm.

“Y/N, are you in there?” You heard Ivar’s voice and relaxed.

“Don’t fucking knock like that, I thought you were a supervisor,” you said as you opened the door for your boyfriend.

“Damn, what a greeting. Good to see you too,” Ivar pecked you on your lips and smiled brightly, his left hand behind his back, clearly hiding something.

“What do you have there?” You pointed with your chin.

“Oh, this? Nothing but our great next adventure.”

Ivar showed you what was on his left hand and you gasped in surprise.

He held you a jet-black helmet.

“Is this what I think it is?”

“We’re going for a ride, yes.”

You gave Ivar a kiss and quickly shoved him out of your room, excited to go riding.

*

You were on the roadway without a destination. Your arms were around Ivar’s torso and the wind made the length of your hair go flying all around you. You held on tight, inspiring Ivar’s cologne. You rested your cheek on his shoulder, admiring Denmark’s landscape.

You weren’t thinking or looking for the future with Ivar, but only at the present. It’s not that you didn’t want a future with Ivar - it was just that you wanted to free your head from thoughts and seize the moment, to finally take a break.

Present is all that matters.

Life with Ivar would pretty much be an ugly mess, but at least you wouldn’t be alone.

What would come next was going to be fate, a mere consequence of actions and choices.

Your destiny was already sealed, and all you had to do was go ahead.

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Hi bubba!❤️ I really hope you’re well and happy! I’m falling in love with your fics😍😍 your writing is honestly remarkable!! I wanted to request for ez if that’s okay? With “You love her don’t you?” “is it that obvious?” It can be an angsty or fluffy ending whatever you think fits best!! Thank you so much🥰❤️❤️

Hey sweetheart! Thank you for all the love and support from day one! I love and appreciate you❤️❤️

I really hope you enjoy this one 🥰😘

No risk no fun

Ez x Reader

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Warning: swearing, a little heartache, happy end

Words: 1.981

Ez’s Pov:

Another night at the clubhouse. Another party takes place and Ez can’t take his eyes off you. From the moment you walked in he was practically hypnotized by your beauty which was pretty obvious to Angel.

’’Hey little brother!’’ no reaction from Ez.

’’Ey earth to Ezekiel’’ he says smacking his head. Ez’s hand finds its way to the spot Angel hit him rubbing it.

’’Ouch. What was that for Angel?’’

’’Since you weren’t reacting I had to do something to get your attention. It’s hard to catch nowadays when my sweet Y/n is in the same room. Oh and by the way it’s really starting to become obvious. Bishop noticed too. You love her don’t you baby brother?’’

’’Is it that obvious?’’ 

’’Well only me and Bishop noticed so it isn’t that bad but dude if you love her you gotta tell her. You know I have this thing going on with her best friend and she told me that there is this guy, co-worker of hers who’s trying to get her attention he already asked her for a date so you better step up your game before its too late.’’ Angel tells him.

’’Why the hell would I tell her and make things awkward when she’s already seeing this guy? I lost my chance it’s better that way. She deserves better than an outlaw biker who murdered a cop. If you excuse me now I need to get new beer.’’ with that being said Ez leaves Angel there standing by himself.

Angels Pov:

‘‘Hey Y/bf/n baby. Come here.’’ he says standing at the door of the clubhouse. She leaves you and Letty and heads outside with Angel.

’’What is it?’’

’’Listen I need you to be honest with me. Do you promise me to tell the truth I need to ask you something important?’’

’’Sure. Just tell me what’s up?’’

’’Does Y/n have feelings for my brother?’’

’’Angel I can’t’’

’’What do you mean you can’t? You fucking promised me. Please I beg you.’’

’’Fine. Yes , yes she does. Why?’’

’’Yes I knew it! That’s fucking awesome. Listen baby I need your help. Ez loves her. I’m surprised you didn’t notice him staring at her all the time. We need to make this happen. My baby brother deserves to be happy after everything he went through with Emily. You simply need to convince Y/n not to go to the date with that guy and leave the rest to me okay?’’

’’Okay Angel. I hope this is working out or otherwise she’ll have my head for spilling her business.’’

’’As if I would let that happen’’ he says and kisses her head happy with the new information he now has.

A week later

Your Pov:

’’C’mon Y/n your co-worker is boring as fuck! He won’t make you happy.’’

’’And Ez will?’’

’’You’ll never now if you don’t tell him. Cancel the goddam date and come to the clubhouse with me. No risk no fun. Do you want to send the rest of your life overthinking what could have been between the two of you? Seriously he’s such a sweet guy you’d be perfect for each other!

’’Okay you win.’’ you give in defeated knowing that you will not won this fight and she is right. You can’t win without taking a risk.

You reach your destination about an hour later. Y/bf/n has texted Angel letting him know you will be there soon so when you get there he is already waiting for you outside.

’’Hey baby’’ he greets your bf before giving you a hug.

’’Hey Angel’’ you say.

’’Is everyone here already?’’ your bf asks him and he nods.

’’Yeah the party is started a couple of hours ago. Some guys from other charters are here so are Vickys girls. Well not everyone Ez went to his trailer shortly before you arrived. So let's go inside girls.’’ he finishes his monolog

’’Actually’’ you start 

’’I gotta talk to Ez first you can go in.’’ you say and your cheeks heat up being happy it’s dark so they won’t notice.

’’Go on. We’ll be inside’’ your bf says and they walk to the porch waiting there for what’s to come. Which you don’t notice since you’ve turned your back towards them. You open the door without knocking and go in there.

’’Listen Ez I gotta-’’ you stop speaking at the sight in front of you Ez only in his boxers laying in his bad with one of Vickys girls barely covered.

’’Y/n I-’’ he starts but you interrupt him right away.

’’I’m so sorry I- I should have knocked. I’m sorry’’ you say with a shaky voice literally running out of the trailer slamming the door behind you, tears leaving your eyes.

The door opens again and Ez come out now at least waking jeans.

’’Y/n wait! He says but you’re already in your car driving off.

Ez pov:

He turns around and sees Angel and his girls standing there looking at him. 

’’Are we going to finish what we started or what?’’ he hears a voice behind him.

’’Leave!’’ he tells her and she does as she’s told.

’’Are you fucking serious?’’ he hears Angel yell while he walking towards him.

’’What?’’

’’What? That’s all that comes to your mind genius? Crazy that a guy who’s as dumb as you got into a university like Stanford. You’re a fucking idiot that’s what you are. I told my girl to talk Y/n out of that fucking date with that guy so you have a shot. She convinced her to tell you about her feelings and you’ve got nothing better to do than getting your dick wet? I seriously thought you love Y/n but I guess I was wrong. My fault that beautiful and smart girl git her heart broken.’’

’’I do love her man! I had no idea’’ he says realizing he probably made the biggest mistake of his life.

’’Then do something about it brother! FIGHT FOR HER as I fucking told you before!’’

’’Ez that’s the key to her apartment. Please don’t fuck this up I want to see my best friend happy’’

’’Thanks guys’’ with that we walks to his bike and drives off.

Your Pov:

As soon as you get home you drop your heals in the hallway going straight into your bedroom jumping into bed and crying into your pillow. You can’t remember the last time you were hurt like this. You really thought you had a shot with him but it looks like your were wrong. And so was your best friend. With your thoughts running wild and all the crying you don’t notice someone coming into to the room. You only notice when the mattress moves.

’’I told you y/bf/n I fucking told you look where it got me!’’ you say with your voice cracking. You turn around and can’t believe your eyes. It’s not here sitting on your bed. It’s Ez with the most apologetic look on his face.

’’Get the fuck out of here. NOW!’’

’’I wont leave until you listened to me Y/n. Look I’m sorry you had to see this. God I don’t even know where to start. I better start with the fact that I’m completely in love with you. Head over heals. I know it doesn’t really look like it right now but listen. Last week Angel caught me staring at you again. And he asked if I was in love with you. He told me about your date with your co-worker and I knew I will never save a chance with you. I mean who am I? A outlaw biker who got out of jail couple months ago

because he murdered a cop. I mean come on Y/n. That guy has a stable job and is not in conflict with the law. I though you were better off with someone like him. I knew I lost so I tried to get over you with one of Vicky girls. I swear nothing happened. I know it looks bad but I couldn’t. You were on my mind the whole time sweetheart. I stopped her right before you walked in. I swear. I know that probably wasn’t the brightest idea to be honest. 

What I’m trying to say Y/n. I love you. I love you so fucking much baby. You had me hypnotized the moment I laid my eyes on you for the first time. I was blown away by your smile and your beauty. And girl don’t get me started on those beautiful eyes. But that’ not the reason I fell in love with you. That’s a lie it is a part but the main reason is your character. You are the sweetest girl with the biggest heart I’ve ever met. You light up my world babygirl. Please let me make it up to you. Give me a chance to prove that to you.’’ he ends his little speech staring down at the mattress nit daring to look you in the eyes.

’’Ez?’’ you say softly. No reaction.

’’Ez, sweetie look at me’’ and he looks up to you.

’’First of all you are literally the biggest idiot I’ve met. Seeing you with her fucking hurt me. I don’t think I’ve ever felt hurt like this before. I’m glad you didn’t sleep with her by the way. Listen Ez I love you. I don’t care that you went to jail. I love you for who YOU are. You are so much more than an outlaw biker Ezekiel. You are such a wonderful human being. I chose to become your friend for a reason. I love being around you. I love that I can have deep conversations with you. I love that you listen to me not matter what time it is. I love your kind heart, your humor and your smile. I swear you got me with that smile. I’m glad you’re here right now. Thanks for stopping by and telling m the truth. I love you too Ezekiel Reyes.’’ you say with a smile and before you can say anything else he grabs you by your neck pulling your face to bis before pressing his lips onto yours. Your hand fins its way to his cheek caressing it with your thumb while EzS tongs asks for entrance keeping the kiss as soon as you allow him. You’re the first one to release his lips to get some air. He leans his forehead against yours smiling at you.

’’Wow’’ you say.

’’Wow indeed. I cant believe I missed out on those soft lips for so long. Be my girl mi amor?’’

’’I thought you’ll never ask’’ you say laughing.

’’Yes I’ll be yours babe.’’ you say and kiss him again.

’’You’re going to stay here right?’’ you ask him hoping the answer will be yes.

’’Yes just let me call Angel real quick then I’ll join you in bed sweetheart.’’ with that being said he gets up from the bed gets undressed and calls Angel while you head to the bathroom getting ready for bed. When you leave the bathroom he’s laying in your bed still on the phone with Angel.

’’Ill see you tomorrow Angel. Bye!’’ Ez ends the call and puts his phone on the nightstand while you get into bed. 

’’Everything okay?’’

’’More than okay baby. Y/bf/n won’t kill me I guess that’s a good sign if you ask me’’ he says and you laugh.

’’Yes she can get quite protective to be honest.’’ you say cuddling into his chest. He wraps his arms around you pulling you closer before kissing your head.

’’I love you Y/n’’

’’I love you too Ezekiel. Sleep well my love’’

’’You too mi amor’’

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June Contest Submission #20: Rain On Me

Words: ca. 1,900 Setting: Modern AU Lemon: No CW: N/A

“Did you want to go to Pride this year?” Elsa asked her sister as they were cuddling on the couch.

“Are you sure? Aren’t there people you know there?” Anna questioned back.

“Yes, there is but I know you’ve been wanting to go for a while so I figured we should.”

Anna sat up and looked at Elsa. “Elsa, are you sure? I want to you to be absolutely one-hundred percent positive that you want to go and not just saying you want to go for me.”

Elsa answered while laughing “Yes Anna, I want to go to Pride with you this year.”

Anna got up from the couch so fast to celebrate, she almost tripped over their shared blanket. Once she was free of the blanket, Anna ran into her and Elsa’s room to get her laptop. When Anna returned, she went right to the Pride website and looked at everything that they would have going on at the event. Elsa was happy to see Anna happy about going. Since the sisters had become a couple, Anna had always wanted to go to Pride. Elsa was a little more reserved due to her co-workers working the event every year. This year though, Elsa didn’t want to be selfish and keep Anna away from the one event they both can feel safe at. So, she would just either confront her co-workers about being there to support Anna, or just avoid them completely. The latter seemed most likely of what Elsa would do. Elsa was lost in thought and didn’t even realize Anna was talking to her, rambling off the event time slots for everything. Elsa focused back in on what Anna was saying.

“…and it’s all outside too! So, yea it’s gonna be hot but we’ll just bring water so it’s fine.”

Elsa giggled at Anna’s actions.

“Am I going overboard? I’m going a bit overboard. I’m sorry, I’m just so excited.”

“Anna sweetie, there’s no need to be sorry. I find it cute you’re this excited for Pride.” Elsa kissed Anna’s cheek and put her head on Anna’s shoulder. “When is Pride by the way?”

“This weekend. So, in about a day.” Anna answered.

“Oh wow. That’s sooner than I realized. Do we need anything?”

“I don’t think so. I know it’s free to get in and it has just random entertainment times like the dj and drag show.”

“There’s a drag show?” Elsa asked confused.

“Yes there is! Hopefully they do a song or two that we know.”

“I’m sure they will.” Elsa nudged Anna playfully with her knee. “Right now, though, I’m going to get some sleep and we’ll talk about a game plan tomorrow, okay?”

“Sounds good to me.” Anna answered as she hugged and kissed Elsa goodnight.

The day had come. The day Anna had been waiting for a long while. The day that she and Elsa go to a Pride event as a couple. Not just sisters supporting the other one. But an actual couple that could kiss and hold hands. Elsa and her had spent the majority of the previous day making plans on what to do and what booths to go to first. They went to the face painting booth first and got matching lesbian flags on one cheek and rainbow flags on the other. Anna saw that Elsa was a little tense so she decided to go to a booth that she knew would calm Elsa down.

“Kris? Kristoff you here?” Anna asked as she dragged Elsa towards an ice cream booth.

“Anna what are we doing here? Kristoff is basically family! He’s going to tell everyone!”

“Calm down Elsa. He knows and he hasn’t told anyone. You know he wouldn’t do that to us.” Anna tried to ease Elsa’s mind.

“Anna’s right. I wouldn’t do that to you guys.” Kristoff stands up from getting the ice cream that fell on the floor. “I’ve known about you two since the start actually. Anna needed someone to confide in and I needed the same thing. We had each other and now we’re both out and proud!” Kristoff smiles. He then takes a scoop of mint chocolate chip ice cream and a scoop of rainbow sherbet ice cream and puts them into two bowls. He gives Anna the rainbow sherbet and Elsa the mint chocolate chip. “I’m glad you decided to come this year, Elsa. You two are good for each other.”

Elsa blushes but thanks Kristoff and her and Anna turn to go. Anna goes back to Kristoff and kisses his cheek. “Thank you.”

“Not a problem my lady.” Kristoff teases and watches as the sisters leave his booth.

“Thank you, Anna, that was lovely. I’m better now.” Elsa said as she hugged Anna from the side as they were walking.

“Only the best for you, my love. I knew that would calm you down a little bit. People are accepting of us. You just gotta give ‘em time babe.”

“I know I know.”

“ELSA LOOK THEY HAVE KITTENS!!!” Anna ran as fast as she could to the booth. Elsa was not far behind her because Anna with kittens was like a toddler with candy. She wanted every single one. Elsa finally caught up with Anna and had to catch her breath. Anna was already in love with all of the kittens. “Elsa look! This one is so cute! And that one! That one too!”

Elsa chuckled a little. “Baby you think they’re all cute.”

“Because they are! Look at this one, tell me you don’t think it’s cute.” Anna pointed to a kitten laying on its back while another kitten was laying across it on its stomach.

“Anna sweetie, we already have 2 cats remember? Olaf and Marshmallow?”

“I know but they’re so cute and I want them all.” Anna sulked and stared at all the kittens in the crates. Elsa wrapped an arm around Anna and led them to a bench. Elsa took hers and Anna’s ice cream and sat it down next to them on the bench. “I’m okay, I just have a big heart when it comes to animals.” Anna said as she hugged Elsa.

“I know babygirl I know.”

After a few moments, Anna lets go of Elsa and they pick up the now melted ice cream and finish eating them. Once they discard their trash, they hear a noise that Elsa was afraid to hear on this particular day. It was thunder. And the sky was getting dark fast. Elsa looked over at Anna and was surprised to see her smiling.

“Why are you smiling? It’s going to rain. We’re going to have to leave early.”

Anna shook her head. “Nope. No leaving Pride early. I knew the possibility of it raining and I wasn’t going to miss this.”

“Aren’t the people in the booths going to get their merchandise wet? Do people not care about getting wet from the rain?” Elsa was genuinely concerned for these people. People who put hard work into what they were selling/doing.

“Babe, it’s fine. They have a little time before the rain gets here to pack up and leave early if they like.”

Just then the rain started to pour. Hard. Both Anna and Elsa were soaked from head to toe by the time they got to the pavilion. People were screaming and running trying to stay dry but there was too much rain and it was falling too hard that everyone was soaked. Anna took off into the rain towards the booth with the kittens again. Elsa knew exactly what she was doing and ran after her to help. Once they got to the booth, they asked the people working if they needed help loading the kittens in the vehicle. They very much appreciated Elsa and Anna’s help loading the crates in the vehicle. Now that the kittens were all safe and somewhat dry, Anna and Elsa ran back towards the pavilion.

“Anna you so lucky I love you or else I would be angry with you right now.” Elsa said as she tried to dry her hair but was failing.

“Oh, don’t be like that Elsa, you had fun today. I know you did.” Anna fired back as she was wringing out her shirt.

“Fine. I did have fun. Except the part of getting rained on.”

“Fair enough.” Anna laughed.

A loud voice came over the intercom. “Thank you all for coming today! I’m sorry the rain decided that we were having too much fun! Stay as long as you like, we are not going anywhere! Happy Pride everyone!!” There were cheers after that and the music started back up again.

“I guess people are staying then.” Elsa stated. The dj started to play a song and Anna jumped up immediately.

“I love this song!!! Elsa come on dance with me!”

“In the rain? No thank you.”

“Oh, Elsa don’t be such a spoil sport” Kristoff said from behind her and pushed her into Anna’s arms.

Anna yelled a thanks at Kristoff and started to spin Elsa. Elsa was getting into it and was smiling, laughing and even signing the chorus. Then Anna brought Elsa in for a kiss. Elsa heard cheers from other people but at that point she didn’t care. Elsa was at Pride with her sister, best friend, and girlfriend all in one and she wouldn’t have it any other way. After the kiss both sisters went back under the pavilion. They were trying to dry off when a familiar voice was heard. Elsa froze. It was her co-workers. She definitely didn’t plan on running into them but now that there was limited space because of rain, Elsa didn’t know what to do.

“Elsa? Is that you?” One co-worker asked.

Elsa put on her bravest face and answered. “Hey Maddie, yes it’s me.” Anna had seen the whole thing from Elsa freezing up to the greeting and she was on protective mode. Elsa would tell her stories of Maddie and the others but one name definitely stood out and it was Maddie’s. Anna stepped in.

“Hi I’m Anna, nice to meet you.” Anna put on her fakest smile.

“Yes, I know who you are. Elsa speaks quite fondly of you.” Maddie smiled.

“Elsa that’s so sweet!” Anna smiled for real this time at Elsa.

“Well, I better be going. Gotta get my stuff and go. Nice to see you, Elsa. Nice to finally meet you, Anna. Oh, and Elsa, don’t ever be afraid to be yourself.”

“Well, that was terrifying and definitely didn’t almost give me a heart attack.” Anna let out a sigh.

“You?! I work with her!” Elsa yelled in a hushed tone.

“Yea but like, you know her. I don’t. I was being protective.”

“I know, and I love you.” Elsa kissed Anna’s cheek.

“Awe! I love you too!” Anna hugged Elsa tight.

“Can we go home?” Elsa asked. They both were soaked and in desperate need of a proper shower.

“Yea we can go home. They did cancel the drag show because of the rain so we can go.” Anna answered as she reached for Elsa’s hand and intertwined their fingers. “So, first Pride. Good or bad? Besides the rain because I know you’re a smartass.”

Elsa laughed. “Good. Great actually. I had a really nice time today.”

“I’m so happy to hear that!” Anna squealed. “I have all these plans for next year. Matching shirts, rainbow of course, and then we can do our hair and nails and make up. Oh my god I’m so excited!”

Elsa chuckled to herself and let Anna ramble on about the plans for next year. What have I got myself into?

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𝘉𝘛𝘚' 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶

A/N: ok so these reactions are really long lmfao (shortened for your scrolling pleasure) they're more like drabbles than reactions and I deadass think I got the definition of flirt wrong cuz these are way more sexual than they should be;; also can we talk abt how well Hobi’s gif matches the reaction ok bye

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Namjoon:

Namjoon was not the jealous type and you knew that. But you could tell he was getting a little more annoyed and frustrated than usual. At first, you weren't quite sure what was getting his panties in a twist. Then you realized how much time Taehyung was spending around you.

It was a dinner party and Taehyung had offered to accompany you while you mingled with the sophisticated guests. Who were you to decline? Of course, you didn't think much of it when he puts his arm around you and pulls you close to his body. He was warm and he smelt so, so good. Like... like a sweet, hunky, ginger smell, or maybe even warm milk.

More than once while you were talking to people, someone would compliment how the two of you looked good together. He'd always cut you off with a laugh when you were about to correct them. You didn't think too much about that either.

Or when another group was giving a formal speech on stage. You'd sat between Taehyung and Namjoon. You were so focused on the heartwarming speech that you barely noticed when Tae's hand found a spot to rest on your upper thigh. Right above where your fitted dress stopped. You also failed to notice the way Namjoon was giving you the death stare.

What happened later that evening seemed to push Namjoon over the edge, you think.

You'd gotten fairly tipsy, thanks to Taehyung. You learned that he'd picked up a new hobby in drinking wine. He wanted you to try his favorite flavors and god, does that man have taste. You weren't too drunk. You could still walk and think relatively straight. But by this point, you were ready to go home.

"Taehyungiiie, wheres Namjoon? I need- I think its time for me to go home." Your hand rests on his shoulder as you get up from your seat.

"I haven't seen him since the speech. He's probably busy. Do you want me to take you back to the dorm? I don't want you traveling alone tonight." You nod and he wraps his arm around your waist, his hand feeling hot where it rests.

Tae's just about to lead you to the exit when you hear a familiar voice call your name. You turn around immediately. Its Namjoon. At the sight of him, you're released from Taehyungs grasp and you sprint to him as fast as you can in wedges.

"Where were you two going?" He sounds passive but there's a slight hint of hostility in his voice.

"_____ couldn't find you and she wanted to go home. But you're here now so you should take care of her." You can't quite tell if Taehyungs smile is real or fake. Before you can even evaluate it, he's walking back to the party with his hands in his pockets.

You also don't think too much about that. That is, until Namjoon has you back at the dorm and he's pushing you against the wall before the lights are even on.

"Were you doing that on purpose? Huh? Because I don't get jealous you decided to test my patience?" You can't see how close he is, but you can sure feel it. The wine in your system only making the situation feel hotter than it actually is.

"Since you decided to torment me this evening, how about I torment you for the rest of the night and make sure you can't walk tomorrow?"

Jin:

As you had never been to an after-party before, you had clung to Jin like your life depended on it. And considering you didn't know anyone there (besides the other six members), you had felt especially lost when Jin excused himself to the bathroom, leaving you to wander around the nicely decorated venue.

"_____?" At the moment you were sitting alone at the little bar area, but the sound of your name makes you turn around.

"What're you doing drinking alone? Hyung left you?" It was Hoseok. Somehow, you were thankful to finally see someone you knew.

"He's in the bathroom right now. He doesn't like it when I drink too much so I'm trying to down as many shots before he gets back." You give him a smile.

"I'm sure he wouldn't want you disobeying him like this. How about dancing with me instead of trying to get as drunk as possible?" You don't get the chance to respond before he's taking the shot glass from your hand and dragging you to the dance floor by your wrist.

Usually, you'd be too flustered to dance in front of so many people much less with the likes of Hobi, but the alcohol had just loosened you up just enough to match his rhythm.

"You dance better than I thought, _____." His breath is hot against your neck as he murmurs into your ear, trying to talk over the heavy bass. His hands leave traces of heat on your hips while he pulls you close.

Rocking against Hoseok, you lose track of time and forget that Jin must be out of the bathroom by now. In your defense, Hobi was a really good dancer. Like, really good. The way he guided your hips against his caused heat to stir in your lower abdomen. The shots you'd taken a few songs prior made your body move with a sudden fluidity.

At some point within the sixth or seventh song, you found that maybe you were getting a little too worked up. The feeling of Hoseok's cock rubbing against you through his finely tailored dress pants made your insides rearrange more and more the longer you danced against him. If you didn't excuse yourself right now, you were gonna do something you'd regret.

Jin watches you from afar, a smirk playing at his lips. He watches as you pull away from Hoseok and he knows that look on your face. That parted lip, clouded eyed expression. It's a face he's seen so many times on so many occasions. When you start to walk towards the bathroom, he follows suit.

The bathroom is quite a distance away. The hallway leading to it is long and reminds you of something straight out a horror movie. While lost in thought, you don't notice the presence approaching you from behind, said presence then grabbing your arm and pushing your back firmly against the wall. A surprised grunt turns into a moan when his thigh presses against your heat through the sheer dress you're wearing.

"You looked like you had fun dancing with Hoseok." It's Jin. You turn your head to the side, not wanting to meet his furious eyes.

You open your mouth to respond but the words are caught in your throat. Jin's got you trapped, a hand on either side of the wall next to you. Anticipation and guilt washed throughout your body as he gets closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke.

"I don't care who you dance with, drink with, have sex with. But remember who you always come home to, babygirl."

Jimin:

Jimin had been rather cold to you recently. Of course, he had a very busy schedule and you knew that, but you wished he'd at least return your texts. Luckily, one Friday out of every month, Namjoon invited you over to the dorm for movie night. You took this opportunity to get back at Jimin.

Since there were so many people for such a small area, you usually took a cramped seat on top of Jimin's lap on the one person sofa. But today, you decided to take a seat on Namjoon's lap instead. He was sitting the closest from Jimin and you wanted to make sure he heard everything.

When you finally settle down amidst Namjoon's thighs, you can feel not only Namjoon's eyes but Jimin's as well, their confused stares boring through you.

"Uh, don't you usually-" You cut Namjoon's words off with a 'shhh, it's starting' and he gives a nervous glance to Jimin.

You're laughing at a particularly funny part when Namjoon's hands squeeze your waist, asking for your attention. You turn your head to look at him in response.

"_____, don't move so much when you laugh." He says it quietly so no one can hear him besides you.

"Am I blocking the screen too much? Sorry." You turn back to the TV and shift your hips back slightly, milking a vulgar growl from somewhere deep in his throat. You hear it, and feel it and you know Jimin hears it too with the way his head snaps to his right.

You don't look at him but you can feel the way Jimin stares into the side of your face. The look he's giving you makes you nervous, but you push farther. Knowing Jimin's eyes are still on you, you let your head roll back and rest on Joon's shoulder. It's an awfully seductive move and you hear Jimin scoff beside you and turn back to look at the TV.

The movie is about to end when Jimin speaks up for the first time all night.

"We're out of popcorn. _____, can you come with me to get more." It's not a question, but an order. An order that has you scrambling to your feet and following closely behind him. He leads you into the empty kitchen, completely silent while he puts another bag of popcorn into the microwave. The tension is enough to set your nerves on fire. When there's a familiar popping sound coming from the microwave, Jimin finally starts to talk.

"Listen, baby. I know exactly what you're trying to do, and you'll need to try a lot harder." He crosses his arms, leaning on the kitchen counter and looking at you, eyes darker than they once were.

"I know I've been distant lately." He stalks towards you like he's about to pounce on his prey. "Since I have a break this weekend, I was planning on rewarding you for being so patient."

"But I think punishment suites you much, much better."

Yoongi:

"Have you seen Yoongi?" You were sitting in the dorms living room scrolling through your phone when you notice Jungkook enter from down the hall.

He turns to look at you before responding. "No. What's up?"

"He's supposed to give me one of his signature back massages but I can't find him." You stuff your phone in your pocket and cross your arms, looking at the only other person in the room with a raised eyebrow.

"You shouldn't be sitting here by yourself and he might not be back for a while. If you come to my room, I'll give you a back massage ten times better than anything Yoongi could do." He grants a warm smile and your aching shoulders compel you to accept his offer.

It feels innocent enough, the way Jungkook has you laying face down on his bed as he straddles your lower body. His thumbs press into your tense muscles and almost immediately you feel your body relax into the bedsheets.

"Woahh..." You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. "That's, wow, that's really good, Jungkook. Fuck."

"Aah, seriously? To be completely honest, I didn't think I'd be qualified to give you such a good massage-" His fingers press down hard and when your body cracks, a sigh of relief and pleasure slips past your tongue. "-but hearing you moaning below me has really changed my mind."

You're not sure whether you should laugh or embrace the way your body tingles at those words.

"Does this feel good? Here?" Your bones crack again as he presses his fingers harder into your skin and you let out a particularly loud plaint that's muffled by the bedsheets.

"Wah, I'm definitely going to remember the sounds you're making for later tonight. Music to my ears." You actually do laugh this time, tilting your head to the side so you weren't being suffocated by the sheets.

The longer Jungkook is working on your back and shoulders, the more relaxed you feel and the louder you get. It's only when the bedroom door opens that the fingers making you feel so good stop moving.

"Thought I heard your voice, _____." Yoongi is leaning in the doorway, eyes taking in the sight in front of him. "What exactly is going on here?"

Both you and Jungkook stay quiet, knowing just how bad the situation looks. When one of you are about to pipe up, Yoongi interrupts.

"Nevermind. I don't even want to know." He walks towards the both of you. "Jungkook. Out."

Jungkook gives a staggered and confused look to you then back to Yoongi before sliding off your body.

"Did this hyung just kick me out of my own room? Ah, seriously." The maknae curses under his breath before shutting the door behind him.

When the two of you are finally alone, Yoongi sits on the edge of the bed and turns his head to look at you.

"You couldn't wait until I got home? You're a bad girl." He has a smirk on his lips and it eases your worry of him being angry.

"My back was hurting. You wouldn't text me back so I assumed you wouldn't be home till late." You start to sit up so you can get more adjacent to the man next to you, but his hand moves to your shoulder, slowly pushing you back down as he crawls over you.

"So you had Jungkook take care of you?" You don't move out of pure anticipation and he laughs, tilting your chin up.

"You know none of the other members can make you feel as good as I can, baby. So why bother running to them instead? To be honest, it looks like I need to teach you some manners."

Hoseok:

You had just come back from the mall with a couple of your friends when Hoseok called you over to the dorm to help with cooking. You didn't have a need to change out of your current outfit, a cropped hoodie and high waisted shorts, but now that you were in the kitchen next to Yoongi and had four guys staring at you, you wished you changed into something more modest.

The outfit wasn't necessarily revealing but you'd be lying if you said it didn't make your ass look delicious.

"The food looks especially good tonight, right Kookie?" Jimin, Jungkook, and Taehyung had all taken seats at the kitchen island, eyes lingering on you as you and Yoongi worked alongside each other to make his special ramen.

"Mmm, it does, Jimin. I want a piece so bad." The maknae practically growls and you turn around to offer the three men a plastic smile.

"If you want to eat 'so bad', you oughta be patient." Tae glances behind you before grinning widely.

"______, how are we suppose to eat soon when you keep distracting the chef?" He points to something behind you and when you turn you see Yoongi giving you bedroom eyes.

"You too?!" You hit Yoongi with a spatula you had in your hand and he quickly offers a not so sincere apology through chuckles.

As if on queue, Hoseok appears from down the hallway. He must've been in his studio.

"Yah! What're you all staring at. Do you have any idea how to treat a woman?" Hobi scolds the younger members, his facial expression not 100% serious. You give a laugh and finish up with cooking.

When the food is finished, you wash your hands and excuse yourself to the bathroom down the hall, leaving everyone else to set the table and serve the food.

You're just about to wash up and leave when someone barges in, shutting and locking the door behind themselves.

"Hobi? What're you doing?" The bathroom isn't particularly big. When you turn around to face him, he picks up by your thighs and places you on the counter beside the sink.

"I could ask you the same thing. When you're dressed like that, I just wanna make sure the boys don't get any ideas." He plays with the button on your shorts before dragging the zipper down and shimmying the tight garments down your thighs. When those wicked shorts that Hoseok loved but hated with a passion were discarded onto the bathroom floor, he leaves a trail of kisses up your inner thigh, biting ever so slightly and intending to leave marks for everyone to see.

"Ah, you-you'll miss dinner." You sigh as Hoseok's tongue gets dangerously close to your heat, the only thing stopping him being the thin panties you'd worn today.

"My dinners right here, baby." He looks up at you with desire and want in his eyes.

"I'm not sure if you've caught on, but I'm going to edge you on this counter till you're screaming my name and everyone in this dorm knows who you belong to."

Jungkook:

"Aish, I don't deserve these compliments. I could've done better on stage today." Jimin looks at his reflection through the camera and brushes his fingers through his hair. Jimin was currently on v-live. He had requested you stay by his side for the duration of the live, something about your company being able to calm his nerves. You accepted, of course. But you opted to stay just barely out of frame, so the millions of viewers could only hear your voice.

"Jiminie! Don't say that. You did well!" You pat him on the shoulder and after he responds with a toothy grin.

"You know just what to say to cheer me up, _____." You can feel the way Jimin stares daggers through the side of your head when the words leave his mouth.

God, you pray he's not pulling this shit again.

You don't have a hard time ignoring the unrelenting glances, but when his hand finds its way to your thigh, slowly caressing the area before giving you a light squeeze, yeah. That's when it gets hard to ignore.

Jimin's hand stays on your thigh, kneading your bare skin like it was some sort of stress ball. You're so lucky you can barely be seen on screen, the way you were fidgeting under his grasp was a dead give away.

"______, can you read out some questions for me to answer?" You give a terse nod before realizing no one can see you.

"Yes, ah-" At that moment, you feel Jimins hand drifting towards your inner thigh, gripping you gently and pulling your leg towards him. The action advertently opens your legs and it nearly makes you choke on your spit.

"Yeah, I-I'll read a few questions for, uh, for you."

Jungkook hated this, hated jimin (although he did say that a lot). He knew Jimin had the tendency to flirt heavily with the people around him. It was a well-established joke but doing this sort of thing in front of fans? Wasn't this a little too far?

He'd only wanted to tune in for a few minutes of the v-live before going to bed, but ended up staying a bit longer when he noticed what was going on behind the scenes.

The way Jimin was staring at something outside the frame, the arm moving just barely out of the camera view and the way you couldn't get your sentences out without stuttering over a gasp.

Suddenly, he was regretting letting you help Jimin with his v-live and he intended to fix his very clear mistake.

Jimin was telling a childhood story when there's a knock at the door. He interrupts himself to say 'it's open' then clapping happily at the sight of Jungkook entering.

"I'm not staying." Jungkook glances at Jimin before his eyes settle on you. "Can I borrow _____ for a second?"

With the way the younger boy is looking down at you, you know you've seriously fucked up

"Sure, I'm almost done anyway. Oh, and Kookie..." Jungkook's already taken your hand and is leading you out of the room when Jimin speaks up once more.

"...don't be too rough on her, I was just teasing." Jungkook scowls at the hyung before closing the door roughly behind himself.

You want to ask him what the issue is but you don't even get the chance to open your mouth before the younger boy is pushing you flush against Jimin's closed studio door. When your back makes contact with the door, there's a loud bang and you're pretty sure Jungkook pushed you hard enough to make the whole wall shake.

"Here? Ah, Kookie, no-" His mouth is on your neck, sucking gently as his hand slips past the waistband of your shorts. This wasn't exactly the best place to have sex. Right outside Jimin's door was the hallway which led to the other members' studios.

"Seems like Jimin worked you up quite a bit, _____." You're embarrassed at how wet the situation makes you and the way Jungkook's fingers are teasing your clit doesn't help one bit.

"We can't, h-holy shit, we can't do this here. Some-someone'll hear." You can barely think straight, your body wrapped up in pleasure as Jungkook slowly fucks you with two of his fingers.

When he responds, his voice is in your ear, an indescribable feeling in his tone that you've never heard before.

"Since you wanna be a slut on Jimin's live, how about I fuck the life out of you against his door for everyone to hear?"

Taehyung:

The vocal line was doing an interview while you, Namjoon, Hoseok, and Yoongi watched behind the scenes.

You'd been helping by passing out water bottles to the staff but since they were about to wrap up with recording, you and the three other men were watching from the sidelines. At some point during the last thirty minutes, Yoongi's arm had found its way around your waist, his hand playing with the belt loops on your jeans.

"Wait, wait, wait. Can we stop for a minute?" The interviewer stops speaking and everyone's focus turns to the PD who was talking. "Taehyung, you look really mad, can you fix your facial expression, please?"

The rest of the vocal line would laugh and you would, too, not knowing that Tae's fierce expression was your fault.

"My bad." You swear you see his eyes flicker to you, a grimace on his face before his facial features soften up. Odd.

As the recording comes to an end, Yoongi's still playing with your belt loops the only difference is his pointer and middle finger slip past your waistband, his thumb rubbing circles into the area of skin covered by your shirt. You're not gonna lie, the way he's touching you seems innocent enough but it does far more than just distract you. You don't even notice when he leans over to whisper something in your ear.

"Do you see Jungkooks face?" He had a grin playing at his lips and when you turn to see what he's talking about you break into laughter.

"Why does he look like that? He looks like he's being possessed." Yoongi laughs along with you.

Taehyung sees it all and he's everything but happy. Seeing the way Yoongi's fingers easily made their way to your bare hips; the same hips he's left beautiful marks and bruises on for you to admire the next morning, made him so mad. When the interview is finally, finally over, he sees you separate from Yoongi, but not without the both of you giggling about whatever the fuck. He watches as you enter the staff lounge, probably to fetch something the writers or PDs needed. He decides to follow you.

The first thing he sees when he enters the staff lounge is you at the snack area eating various cheeses and chocolates. To be honest, he wouldn't expect any less from you.

"Ah, Taehyungie. You scared me. Do you want some cheese?" Someone comes up behind you and wraps their arms around you. You know those arms when you feel them. It's your precious Tae.

"No cheese." He takes the toothpick from your hand and places it back down on the fancy silver platter. "You did something bad to me, _____. So bad."

You tilt your head slightly, wordlessly asking what he means. At the sight of your exposed skin, he presses kisses up your shoulder and you let out a relaxed sigh.

"Yoongi." He pauses, slowly making his way to your neck.

"I was, and still am, trying to be calm. But the way he was looking at you, touching you... Why aren't you as angry as I am?"

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[angelliev]

Lover Boy - JJ Maybank x OC - Part Three - Rocking with the Waves

Word Count: 3K

Summary: Aria just can’t get enough of JJ and his affection, making him absolutely irresistible and a familiar face arrives in the Outer Banks, along with suspicion from her father.

Warnings: Smut, some cursing, hopefully no typos and unsafe driving?

A/N: Words can’t even describe the joy and happiness I am experiencing from the amount of people who have read my writing. Thank you so much guys! I sincerely appreciate it. I hope you enjoy! (Not my GIF. Credits to the owner. I don’t own the show or the characters.)

Lover Boy Series Masterlist

Birds sing their little toons outside, the warm morning air kisses my skin and the sun beams down on my face through the windows. These are typical mornings I wake up to. Except in my own bed. By myself. Instead I wake up to the sound of a beating heart and my head laying on a naked chest that continues to rise and fall. I glance up to see JJ still asleep, his handsome face so calm without a worry in the world. I couldn’t help but lay a kiss on his warm cheek causing him to stir. For a while I just lay there drawing shapes on his chest. This causes his eyes to flutter open. He smiles down on me.

“Rise and shine lover boy.” I crawl on top of his naked boy under the sheets. “Oh, something’s rising alright.” He smirks. I lightly smack his shoulder. I have to admit though, his raspy morning voice is quite the turn on. “It’s not even noon Jay.”

“I take it that’s a no, on morning sex? It would be a real good way to start off the day.” His hands start to play with my bed hair. I simply giggle at him.

“How do you feel?” He asked genuinely concerned. “Different. Like a good different. It hurt a little at first, then it began to feel really good.” I never knew just how close you can become with someone. “Want me to me make you feel really good again?” His question laced with lust. “God, yes please.” “Good girl. Now lay back and enjoy the show.” He smirks before laying a kiss on my lips and kissing a trail down my body, taking his time. The anticipation begins to start a pool of wetness to form down below, especially when he starts kissing and nipping at the peach soft skin of my inner thighs, littering them with more love bites. When he finally reaches the region that requires the most attention, he glances up at me, holding eye contact and places my legs over his shoulders. My feet rest on his slender soft back.

“So wet for me. We’re you dreaming of me perhaps? Did I treat you so good last night?” His breath fans my pussy and he plants a kiss there, causing me to squirm. “Tell me babygirl, what do you want me to do? I need words.” His teasing look becoming too much. “Please, I want you to taste me. Make me feel good. Please baby.” I practically beg. He licks a stripe up my folds making me gasp, never taking his eyes off my pleasure filled face. My petite finger comb through his hair gripping hard, while his lengthy ones enter my core curling in. His lips attach to my sensitive clit, making me moan. He hums out of satisfaction as I continue to tug on his luxurious hair. His free hand comes up to grope my left breast. His fingers began to pick up speed as they thrust in and out of me.

“JJ, I’m so close.” I breathe out, my feet start to dig into his back and hips begin to buck. He grabs a hold of my hips stabilizing me. The familiar euphoric sensation washes over me as I reach my orgasm, making my toes curl and my back arch off the bed. My juices coat his fingers. He brings the glistening digits up to his lips, licking them clean along with my dripping hot core. I can taste myself on his intoxicating lips when kisses me so passionately. He’s so addictive like nicotine. I simply can’t get enough of him.

“You taste so good babygirl. Did you know that?” I giggle at the closeness and his hot breath fanning my neck before attacking it with soft kisses as I hold him close to me. We lay there enjoying each other’s presence in the morning sunlight. Unfortunately, our moment is interrupted by the ringing of my phone. On the screen I see Charis’s number.

“Hello?” I answer. “Hey where are you? Your parents called to ask if you were with me. Don’t worry I covered for you, said you crashed at my place, but they want you back home like asap. Just tell me where you are.” Shit. I didn’t even think about that. “Shit, I’m at John B’s chateau.” “What are you doing there?” She asked confused. “I’ll explain everything when you get here. See you soon.” I hang up and sigh. JJ looks up at me.

“I’m sorry, but my parents want me home.” He just smiles at me. “No worries babe.” He grabs my phone and punches in my number. “When will I see you again?” I asked hopeful. “Soon. I’ll take you out somewhere fun. Ever been surfing?” I shake my head yes. “A girl after my own heart, this should be fun, after all I’m the best surfer in the OBX.” I chuckle at his cocky attitude. “I have a question for you Jay.” “Mm?” I was a little hesitant at first to ask this question. “What does this make us?” I nervously bite my lip. “What do you want this to be?” He asked while playing with my hair. “Something more than just sex. I really like you JJ. I want to be close to you all time. I want to be intimate.” I confess hoping I don’t sound clingy. “I like the sound of that. Let’s give this a shot and see where it leads us.” “Do you think we’re going too fast?” “Nah, plus I like going fast.” He places one last kiss on my lips before we both gather our clothes.

Stepping out onto the porch, I see Charis’s car. I turn back to JJ who didn’t even bother to put on a shirt. “I’ll stay in touch that way we can hang out again.” My fingers play with his. “Sounds good.” He uses his black bandana to tie up my hair in a ponytail, making the butterflies in my stomach erupt. I loved the fact that he willingly let me have one of his belongings. I place a kiss on his cheek. Before I could turn away, he grabs my waist planting one last passionate kiss on my lips. My arms wrap around his neck, pulling us closer. Our noses touch even after pulling away. “I’ve got to go. I’ll see you soon.” I peck his lips. “See you soon beautiful.” He finally lets me go; I turn back to steal one more glance before opening the door. He sends me a wink, making me chuckle and blow a kiss.

I can feel Charis’s burning gaze on me as I situate myself. “Oh. My. Fucking. God. What the fuck just went down?” She doesn’t even take the parking brake off before hammering me for details. “I may have spent the night with JJ.” I can feel the heat radiating from my blushing cheeks. “Wait, did you lose your V card?” She asked astonished. It just hit me that I was no longer a virgin and I just lost my virginity to JJ. Not being able to process words I just smile and nod yes. This sets her off. “Holy fucking sweet baby Jesus shit! You had sex with JJ Maybank! Holy shit! About time you got dirty in the sheets!” She hugs me tight. I’ve been the virgin of the group for a while now. Charis lost hers freshman year, while Sarah lost hers last summer. “Oh my god can we go before my parents lose their shit? My dad is already pissed at me.” I plead. “Right sorry, I’m just still trying to process this. When did this start between you guys?” “It started since we first met.” “So, are you guys just hooking up or are you dating?” “We’re kind of taking things slow.” This makes her laugh. “Bitch please, you skipped slow and went straight to speeding.” “What I mean by slow is that we’re still getting to know each other.” “Oh, I think you guys got to know each other a lot.” She laughs and continues to drive. “I need you to promise though that you won’t tell anyone about us. I really like him and my dad would lose his shit if he knew about us.” I plead. “Don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me splinter bean.”

After showering, changing and covering many hickeys, I come downstairs and walk outside to the balcony to find my family and a familiar face. “Damian?” I asked surprised. “Hello Aria. Nice of you to finally join us.” He lifts up a glass. Damian Prescott. He’s my older brother. We get along a lot more than Jennifer and I do thankfully. He’s not around much though. He lives in Las Vegas. He works business with my dad. Standing next to him is a woman about his age.

“Hey, I didn’t know you were coming out here.” I give him a welcoming hug. “Thought I surprise you. I’d like to introduce you to my fiancée, Rebecca.” What?! “Fiancée?! You’re getting married?” This all came as a shock to me. He’s kind of womanizer, so for him to be engaged all of the sudden definitely surprised me. “Yes. We just bought a house here in figure eight and are planning on having our wedding here. Rebecca here is an international model and fashion designer.” “That’s impressive. Congratulations. I’m really happy for you guys, and it’s a pleasure to meet you Rebecca.” I hug her. “Likewise, darling.” I am still trying to process the surprising news.

“Where have you been Aria?” My father asked out of the blue. He stares me down with interrogating eyes. I sometimes wonder if he and Ingrid are long lost twins with their helicoptering tendencies. “I spent the night at Charis’s.” I say as calm and convincing as possible. Last thing I want to do is have him find out about who I was actually with. “Nice bandana. Where did you get it?” Asked my nosey Jennifer. “I found it earlier this week on the beach.” For the rest of evening I had to deal with peering eyes, but I didn’t let that bother me, instead I began daydreaming about seeing JJ again.

Next Day…

Today is a perfect day to go surfing. There’s not a cloud in sight, parents or Jennifer. Only me, my surfboard and soon JJ. Not a single soul stops me from leaving the house and jumping into JJ’s muscular arms kissing him long and hard. “Why hello there. I missed you too babe. You ready to go?” I nod my head excitedly. I couldn’t help but gaze at him while he was driving the van. His eyes were so focused on the road, yet he still kept his warm hand on my bare thigh. The wind blows past his hair as he drives. He seems so carefree.

“See something you like?” I blush embarrassed that he caught me staring. “Sorry. You’re just so beautiful.” I have no shame as I continue to admire his attractive features. “Awe, aren’t you sweet? C’mere.” He pulls me into his lap as he comes to halt due to a stoplight, my legs lay across the middle console. “Is this safe?” I ask, but not really caring. “Probably not.” He closes the gap between us to keep me quiet and I had no urge to protest. The annoyed drivers behind us say otherwise as they honk at us. We both laugh as continues to drive.

I then noticed a fully healed scar on the back of his hand. I trace over it hoping that it would just disappear. It saddened me to see a scar had littered his beautiful skin. “What happened?” I asked curious. “Oh, probably just a cut from something I accidentally did.” He lied brushing it off like it was nothing. His eyes said otherwise, but I didn’t want to push it.

We walk down beach surfboards in hand ready to have some fun. The warm water hitting our feet and soon engulfing our bodies. The two of us let out cheers as we successfully ride out some waves. He wasn’t kidding when he told me that he was a very talented surfer. It was heartwarming to see him in his happy place. Neither of us keep track of the time. We didn’t notice the day passing by as the sun was about to set. It was then when we decided it was time to leave the water and dry off. This time I catch him staring. “See something you like?” I tease about to tie up my hair, but he stops me. “Don’t, I like it down.” He says taking the hair tie away. He places a slow and passionate kiss on my lips making me smile and pull him closer. One thing led to another, now we’re laying down on the beach blanket having a heated make out session.

I was thankful that we were both wearing swimwear as I began tugging at his swim trunks. He pulls away surprised. “You sure?” “Positive. I want you to take me right now.” My encouragement only seems to excite him even more as he removes my bottoms and covers the two of us with an extra blanket. He strokes my slit with his tip teasing me. “You want this babygirl? Want me to fuck you out in the open?” His dirty talking turns me on even more, making me desperate. “God yes please. Make me yours.” That’s all he needed before plunging in so deep. His hand clamps over my mouth to contain my loud moans. “As much as I love to hear you moan my name with that pretty voice, we don’t want to get caught.”

His thrusts were a lot different from last time. These were faster, deeper and harder, which only increased the pleasure. His grunts were a little louder too. A bead of sweat began to form on his forehead and a little bit of his damp hair fell over his face as he continued to thrust into me. JJ and the colorful sky were both so gorgeous, a sight I could get used to. He spreads my legs further apart and grabs my hips creating a deeper angle, now hitting the spot that craves the most attention, making me moan loudly, neither of us giving a damn. “You like that babygirl?” He pants through moans.

“JJ!” I scream and my vision goes white as I tighten around him, milking his hard cock, making him throw his head back. He joins me shortly after, his hot cum spewing inside of me, riding out his high. The two of us stay there for a moment catching our breaths. “JJ, that was amazing.” I say dazed. This earns me a breathy chuckle from him “You can say that again. God damn you’re so tight around me babe.” We both laugh together.

We both enjoyed the peaceful silence in the van on the way back home, the two of us feeling spent. I was disappointed when we pulled up to my house. “I had a lot of fun today JJ. That was one hell of a first date.” He looks back at me. “I’m glad you had fun. I’m looking forward to seeing you again.” “Me too. See you later.” I kiss lips before exiting the van and grabbing my surfboard. I blow him a kiss and he returns it with his infamous wink that makes me weak in the knees. I place my surfboard in the closest, and grab a bowl of strawberries to snack on. Before I could go upstairs, I am stopped by my mom.

“Hey sweetheart, I didn’t hear you come through the door.” She greets me with a smile. “Oh, I just got back.” “I never seen you wear that sweatshirt. Is it new or something?” She’s referring to JJ’s Fast Arch gray sweatshirt that he lent to me when he noticed I was cold earlier.

“Oh this? It’s not mine. My friend let me borrow it because I was cold.” This is officially my new favorite shirt. It smells just like him. Weed, mint and the ocean. I still feel engulfed by him as I wear it. “That’s nice of them. What did you guys do today?” Oh, if only she knew. “We went surfing.” I only told her half the truth. “That sounds like fun. Did you use sunblock? Do you need aloe gel? You’ve been drinking plenty of water, right?” I chuckle at her. The only time she asks me a billion questions is when it’s over my health. “Yes, mom I used sunblock and drank lots of water.” I reassure her. “Okay, well take this with you anyways.” She hands me a bottle of water. I laugh. When is she not carrying water? I swear if she were to be charged for anything, it would be possession of too much damn water. “Thank you, mommy. Goodnight.” I kiss her forehead. “Goodnight love.”

I pass by my sister when she got a whiff of my new scent. “God, did you and your so-called friend get stoned while you were at the beach?” Jennifer criticizes. “No, and eavesdropping is really rude. You should get a new hobby.” She rolls her eyes. “So, who did you go to the beach with?” She asked. “Who I hang out with is none of your business. Goodnight.” I slam the door shut with a huff and let the events of earlier replay in my head. I shower and go to bed in JJ’s shirt, letting the aroma bring me peace.

I mindlessly let my fingers travel down to my wet folds and begin playing with myself. I imagine that its JJ’s fingers thrusting and curling inside of me. I imagine the dirty things he would say to me as I chase after my own orgasm. His name leaves my lips in soft whimpers as I finally finish off the night in pure bliss.

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Part 3

Summary: Y/N still wants the divorce and Camille makes Harry feel like he isn’t enough, until his had enough 

Warning: angst

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Y/N

I’ve been living with my best friend for 3 weeks. It’s been 3 weeks since I asked Harry for a divorce. I don’t regret it, while I’m sad and cry almost everyday, I don’t regret my decision it was the best for me. I recently found out who he was cheating on me with, some girl named Camille. Lucky her I guess....

Today is the day we sign the divorce papers, I would have to see Harry again, I’m not ready. I start to get ready to go to my lawyers office to get this done and over with.

Once I arrive there, the first thing I see is no Harry while I’m kinda relieved I’m also nervous “where is Harry?” I ask my lawyer “ he already came by, drop this on his way” he says handing me a folder, I opened it.

It’s the divorce papers, he sign them already he really doesn’t care. I look up to my lawyer “the only thing left to do is for you to sign them” and without a single hesitation I do. “Done” I said and gave them back to my lawyer.

That’s it I’m no longer Y/N Styles. Worst part is I don’t long to be anymore, he kill the loved that was there, without a reason. I’m sad but at the same time I’m happy

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When I enter y/b/n apartment, the first thing I see it’s not her but a guy. He is sitting on the couch. he has blonde hair and has a nice smile. I was about speak but y/b/n interrupted me.

She walked out of the kitchen with a cup of water, I’m assuming it was for the unknown guy. “Hey girl, you’re early was it that fast?” she said all I did was give her a nod then she hands the cup of water to the guy “ok anyways, this is my friend Alex, Alex this is y/n the girl I have been talking to you about” she introduced it us. He puts the cup down on the table and stands up and walks up to me. We shake hands while doing so I say “Nice meeting you Alex, I’m Y/N I hope y/b/n has told u nothing but good things about me” once we are done shaking hands he says “no worries only good things I promise” after that I realize I really like Alex..

Harry POV

It’s been three weeks without Y/N and three weeks with my new love. Mom and sister aren’t too happy but they accept it. Although I do have to say that the past week hasn’t been the best. Camille and I have been kinda distant, she only talks to me when she wants me to buy her something or sex. But I’m sure it’s just a phase in our relationship, soon everything would be back to normal and we can love each other the way we just to. When we were a secret that only we both knew about

I’m in my office at the moment, working on some papers for tomorrow when I get text from Camille.

Camille: We need to talk

What? What does she need to talk about now?

Me: Ok..

Before I can answer something else she respond

Camille: when are you gonna be home?

Me: I’ll be there in 30 min

Camille: Ok

Me: I 💙 U

Camille: 👌🏽

She didn’t say I love u back....

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Once I arrive home, I see Camille sitting on the couch “hey beautiful” I say, I try to go in for a kiss but she move her head. Ok weird

“I’m not happy harry” she said

“What do you mean?” I ask in whisper and worried 

“ you don’t make me happy anymore, you’re not enough for me, gosh! Harry This relationship doesn’t make me happy.” I felt like crying when she said that

“But I can try to make you happy, I love you isn’t that enough?” I said In a hopeful tone of voice

“Sometimes love isn’t enough Harry” she said

“ is there something I can do? Please I will do anything” I said, I was trying really hard not to cry.

“ anything?..” she ask and I nodded

“Well... I want an open relationship”

Not this again, why does she want one. She said she loves me, if she does why does she want this so bad ?...

“Why?” I ask

“Because Harry I already told you, you’re not enough, I need excitement and someone that can I actually make me cum! You’re not exciting, I have hope you will change if you love me, which is why I want an open relationship.”

Ouch all of that hurt, I felt like someone just stab me with a knife. I’m not enough not even sexually.. but she is giving me a chance to fix this , but is she?...

“Ok” I say sounding defeated

She claps her hands, makes her way towards me, kisses me and starts to walk to the door.

“ where are you going?” I ask turning around

“ oh silly me I forgot to tell you, well I met this dude named Mike and he is cute, so I wanna get to know him more... don’t wait for me bye..” she says going out the door

I was left there sanding, confused looking and feeling stupid and like I wasn’t enough..

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6 Months Later

Y/N POV

Happy. That’s exactly how I feel, I feel happiness. Alex and I have been together for a while now. We when on several dates together and had the time of our lives. I learn to trust him and love him. Yes I love Alex, he makes me happy and feel like the only girl in the world. Now here we are, in a beautiful restaurant celebrating our 6 month anniversary. “I’m so happy to be here with you” Alex said to me. “I’m so happy too” I told him. 

Even after all this months of dating, we still haven’t done something that most couples would have. Sex. We haven’t had sex yet. No because I don’t want, cause trust me I do, but because I don’t want my relationship to be based on that, so we haven’t done it yet. Plus what harry said really did hurt me because He took my virginity. So him saying I’m not good in bed really hits home and makes me insecure. But I know Alex will understand me and he will wait for me.

“I love you” I told him

He smile and kiss me. His soft lips touching mine, molding perfectly agains each other. “I love you more” he whisper back “Y/N, you have no idea how happy you make me, you have giving me more than anybody. I love you babygirl, don’t ever leave” we kiss again and I know everything would be better. 

Harry POV 

6 Months Later

it’s been six months since I lost the best thing that ever happened to me. My princess, My world, My baby, My Y/N. I have made the biggest mistake of my life and lost the only good thing that happened to me. Instead I’m stuck with the snake Camille is. Turns out bitch only wanted to stick around only for money, no because of love. She is whore, Y/N was right. 

Fuck, Y/N I have been thinking about my girl ever since I realize what a Mistake I had made. I miss her, her lips, her body against mine, her cooking, her beautiful smile, and most important our love. I miss her every single day. I cannot believe what an idiot I am. I’m snap out of my thoughts by a annoying voice.

“harryy!!” Camile said, I just rolled my eyes

“what?” I asked annoyed

“ Look at this new Channel Bag! its so pretty and only $130,00, Can I please borrow your credit card” She said with puppy eyes 

Another reason why I miss My baby cakes Y/N, she loved me for me and not my money unlike this annoying bitch. 

“Fuck no Camile! what is wrong with you, why do you even needed, what happened to the other 50 in your closet?!” I screamed anger running through my veins. “why don’t you ask Mike?!!” She’s been fucking him for I don’t know how long, I stopped keeping count when I realize what was happening. 

“Gosh Harry! stop bringing mike into this, I love you and only you.” She argue back

Ha! no falling for that one ever again 

“ No you fucking don’t, you love my money, Fuck! you’re a whore, gold digger slut, I should’ve listen to her, my love was right all along, Fuck I’m so stupid and so done with you Cam-” I got interrupted by her 

“You’re still no over that bitch , you’re so pathe-” I stopped her, that’s it no one and I mean no one calls my baby a bitch. I’m so angry I grab the nearest thing and throw on the floor 

“ Fuck! Don’t you ever call my baby a bitch! you’re the only bitch here, fucking whore you are, I don’t ever want to see you! I don’t know why I didn’t finished this sooner god I was so stupid and just so you know everything I ever said to you was a lie, you suck at everything, cooking, sex, blow jobs, folding clothes everything! Fuck my baby gave me a boner faster than you could ever!” I say angry and out of breath, Camille since stun at my sudden outburst and like she is about to cry 

“Fuck you Harry!” she screams with tears on her eyes grabs her bag and leaves

Now that she is gone, time to figure out how to get my baby girl back..

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Tower (one shot)

Summary: Paige is going to a party with a high status guest list. She meets Changkyun and Jooheon in the elevator...all three of them are lost.

Warning: SMUT. Threesome (Eiffel Tower, hence the title, get it?), spanking, exhibitionism kink, praise.

Word count: ~2k

A/N: I’ve been dreaming of this scenario for too long (even revealed the concept in a anon ask whoops). I am a raging slut for these two boys, I want to bring more fluff in my palette, but I had to get this off my chest. Will finish the second part of my Ultimate fic soon. This is my first one shot, I’m so proud of myself!

It's just a party, this isn't new. Hell, I've been at this hotel before! I hound my phone to see where exactly this party is, my instructions aren't very clear, thanks to my friend who is already there and has the worst luck with spell check while drunk. So, I guess I'm on my own. First ride to the elevator. I'm just gonna stop at each floor till I hear or see the party. It's annoying, but odds are it'll work. Floor two, nothing. I check myself out using the mirrors surrounding the elevator. Damn do I look good. I adjust the girls to not show too much cleavage in my halter top, just a tasteful amount. What about ass? A little bit of ass cheek, but not too bad, I've worn worse. The doors open at floor three, making me cautious of adjusting myself too much. Nothing. I browse my phone to kill time. Floor four, two people walk in. I look up from my phone and I see Changkyun and Jooheon from Monsta X looking at me in the mirror wall.

"All the floors?", Changkyun points out, chuckling over every button pressed. His laugh makes my panties want to drop.

"If you wanted to go down, I'm sorry, I'm trying to find a party, but I'm lost", I explain. Both boys laugh, making me feel better, but also worse. What are they laughing at? The doors close and we ascend to floor five.

"We're trying to get to that party too, but we have no idea where it is either", Jooheon sighs. Oh thank goodness. Wait, they're going to the same party? My dreams have been fulfilled!

"You're going to that party too?", I bashfully ask for confirmation.

"Just wanted to go to say hi, but if you're going to be there, I guess we can stay a bit longer", Changkyun gives me his slick, half smile grin. My grip around my phone tighten to prevent myself from losing it.

"And with twenty-five floors, we'll have plenty of time to get to know you before we find the party", Jooheon joins the flirtatious attack.

"What's your name, babygirl?", Changkyun starts with the questions. Call me babygirl one more time, I dare you. The door opens and we listen in to hear any music from the hallway. Nothing. We go back to casually leaning.

"I'm Paige. No need to tell me your names, I know exactly who you are, Jooheon and Changkyun", I reveal. If they want to play this flirting game, I'll play this flirting game. They're surprised that I know their names.

Level six, nothing. This is going to take a while.

"What's a beautiful girl doing at a party like this?", Jooheon wonders.

"There's nothing wrong with free booze and young celebrities checking you out. It's all fun and games till they learn how simple you are", I shrug. Celebs expect to be with celebs or with people of some significance. I'm a good fuck, but nothing stays for long.

"Simple is good. Those people just don't understand the masterpiece they have in front of them", Changkyun steps it up.

"Oh, I'm a masterpiece?", I act flattered. I look at their reflections and they both examine me fully, scanning me from head to toe. Jooheon bites his juicy lip, flashing me his iconic dimples. Changkyun licks the corner of his mouth, raising his pierced brow. I must be dreaming.

"Oh, please, any girl would drop their panties for those looks. You'll have to try harder if you want to impress me", I call them out on their attempt to seduce. The boys like the challenge. The door opens and we're struck back to reality. Floor seven, nothing. Both of them move to either side of me. I realize how much taller they are compared to me, but I won't let that aspect intimidate me.

The door closes and the boys are in full alert.

"Can I touch you?", Jooheon asks for consent. I raise an eyebrow at him.

"What are you going to do?", I call his bluff. He twists me to face him then uses both hands to get a handful of my ass. He pulls me to him and begins to kiss my exposed shoulder. I am definitely not the first ass he's grabbed, this man knows what he's doing. I already feel his hard on teasing me against my abdomen. I know the internet says he radiates big dick energy, but I confidently confirm it. Changkyun comes from behind me and presses his hard dick against my ass. Fuck, his big dick energy is also more accurate than I thought. One hand cups a tit while the other brushes my hair out of the way so he could kiss my neck, then proceeds to cup the other. Both of them fondling my ass and tits, nearly synchronized. Both pairs of lips against my skin, varying from light pecks to full on marking via sucking or biting. Their muffled moans buzz against my skin. They know how to work me. I didn't expect them to actually commit to those, I should've known better than to be a helpless flirt.

"Fuck me", I couldn't help myself from moaning.

"Don't have to tell us twice, baby girl", Changkyun growls in my ear, tugging on my shorts.

"You two are cool with sharing?", I nearly panic from how fast this is transitioning.

"For you, baby", Jooheon sighs in ecstasy. I doubt I would be the first one to have both of them in a threesome, but what the hell. I told them they needed to work for it and damn they did! Changkyun slides my shorts down to my knees and places a gentle kiss on my ass. Honey grabs my face and tenderly kisses my lips. Changkyun spreads my legs apart enough for my shorts to stay on my knees. He growls deep in his throat and licks a strip along my folds. I moan in Honey's mouth, he pulls me in deeper, our tongues getting acquainted. We hear dings and realize we're still going through the line of floors. Floor nine, nothing. Thank goodness no one is in the hallway to witness this. I wouldn't mind if they do. I hear Changkyun unbuckle his belt, Honey soon follows. A dick is rubbed against my ass, the warmth making my skin tingle. His strong hands knead my ass while he glides his length along my folds to tease me.

"Fuck, Paige, you're already wet for us", Changkyun grunts. Honey pulls away from my lips and looks deep in my eyes.

"That mouth is all mine. Slap my leg if you want us to stop, alright, baby?", Honey discusses protocol.

"You have every right to make us stop without question. The last thing we want to do is hurt you", Changkyun adds. I pull down Honey's boxer briefs to free his already throbbing dick. I let out a little gasp when I see what to expect.

"It's ok to say no", Honey whispers.

"I'll be ok", I assure. I put one arm behind my back for Changkyun to hold onto. I bend over to be eye level with Honey's dick and I take a second to compose myself. I could stop this at any time, it'll be ok. I lick my lips and drag my tongue along his impressive length. Just the sound of Honey's whimpery moan could make me cum. Changkyun lines himself to my entrance and slowly thrusts with ease. Holy shit, I wish I could've seen what he's packing before he buried his dick in me, I bet it's fucking beautiful as it feels. After I manage to fully throat him, Honey takes control and begins to fuck my face, holding either side of my cheeks. He does hit my gag reflex, but I don't believe I will puke, it will make my eyes water though. Changkyun matches the pace with Honey by pure instinct. Given his dancer experience, he body rolls into me, perfectly hitting where I want him. The sound of skin slapping is one of my favorite parts, other than the glorious moans from both parties, well in this case, from all three parties. Changkyun's grip on my arm tightens when the pace goes faster. Honey's hands move to my hair, pulling my head up to look at him. It's a sight I never imagined I'd see in my lifetime. Changkyun spanks my ass out of impulse. Honey and Changkyun look at each other with such confidence. They exchange a look with a little nod. This is it. This is the moment I'm done for. I'm nearly screaming on Honey's dick, this feels so good I never want this to stop! Changkyun notices my legs getting wobbly. He gives me another swift spank.

"You can do it, baby. You're doing so good", Changkyun encourages. Both men are getting feisty, they're at their limit. I let out a long moan while I cum on Changkyun. The orgasm was so sudden, or maybe I was just distracted by the feeling of both of them at the same time. Changkyun knows I came, chuckles at the feeling of me clenching around him.

"I'm going to cum, baby. Do you want Honey to cum in your mouth or cum in your pussy after me?", Changkyun pants. I use my free hand to gesture to my pussy.

"As you wish, princess", Changkyun grunts before slamming into me. He hits his peak of throttle till he cums. I wish I could record the sound he makes while he cums. It's a moan with a whimper, but it's slightly raspy with his deep voice, and there is a little giggle in it too. He rides out his high before he pulls out of me. Honey pulls out, spins me around and fucks me silly, holding me by my waist. His dick feels even more beautiful in my pussy than my mouth. Changkyun leans against a wall to catch his breath, but this way, I can finally get to see Changkyun's dick and holy fuck that was inside me?! I'm impressed with how I handled it. Honey slams into me, making a symphony of sounds. Skin slapping, my pussy quenching, variety of grunts and moans. Now that my mouth is free, I could finally be vocal.

"Fuck!", I moan in delight as I cum on Honey. My clenching makes Honey cum unannounced. His sound is more of a panting growl, far more primal. He thrusts a couple of more times to ride out our highs. He pulls out, but still holds me in case I fall over. They know my legs got weak, the shaking is visible. Honey places a kiss on my ass before pulling my shorts up. Both men stuff their dicks back into their pants. They give me a group hug to keep me standing and to give me more kisses.

"You did so good, Paige", Honey whispers in my ear.

"We need to do this again. Soon", Changkyun hisses.

"Definitely soon", Honey agrees.

"Really? I'm not going to be a one night girl?", I get all bashful, even though they just fucked me enough for two orgasms.

"You're too good to be just for one night", Changkyun breaths against my neck.

"Next time, we'll do this right and take you out", Honey adds. I hide my blushing face by burying it in Changkyun's chest. We hear a ding from the elevator. We made it to the floor twenty-five. There's music coming from the end of the hallway, the obvious penthouse suites.

"You guys still want to go?", I shrug. At this point, I just want to be with them.

"Fuck the party, let's go to our room and have our own party with pizza", Changkyun scoffs.

"And some more fun. What do you say, princess?", Honey offers. Is there any fucking question?

"Lead the way", I accept. Changkyun taps the floor four button.

"Well, twenty-one floors till we get back. Any ideas to pass the time?", Honey teases me by grabbing a handful of my ass.

[darktammy]

It’s My Decision pt 1

This is Amy

This is Ch1 of the story let me know how you like it if you wanna be tag feel free to ask, and don’t forget to share. Don’t worry the rest of the charters will come in the next chapter. 

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You sat in the coffee shop that your now ex-boyfriend Seth Rollins owns. You look out the window seeing people walk on by. You started to think to yourself “How did I end up here”  You look behind you to see Becky looking at you with a smile on her face. You just look away trying your hardest not to cry. You sigh as you get up heading out the shop. You walk around the corner trying your hardest not to cry. 

“Hey Y/n were you going?” You stop to look to see Roman. “Home I’m sorry but I can’t stay and you know why!” You told him. “Hey I’m so sorry for what Seth did to you. I mean it baby girl.” Roman said hugging you. You started to cry in his arms while looking down. “Ro you don’t get it Vince fired me, Seth was cheating on me with Becky and they both knew it and when Becky said that she was waiting for a baby I just lost it Ro!” You told him as you looked up with tears coming down your face.

Roman hugged you tighter as he looked up to see Seth standing around the corner. “You should head home now Y/n.” Roman said pushing you to the side. You look back to see Seth walking towards you both. “See whenever life lets us Roman.” You walk away as Roman waves you for the final time. 

“Hey Y/n wait up will ya!” Seth was asking you. “Leave her alone Seth we both have nice long talk.” Roman demand. You started your walk back to your apartment thinking about what happened to you. You made it home once inside you locked your doors. You headed to your bathroom turning on the shower. You took your clothes off and let your hair loose. You get in the shower standing there you look up at the shower head finally letting out all the emotions that you were holding in.

After you were done you head right to your bed wearing your tank top and panties. You turn on the tv to see what you can watch on Netflix. You just pick a random show and let it play just to help you go to sleep.

The next morning you headed out looking for work for now until this 30 day claw ended for you and you can go back to Ring of Honor. You walk into a different coffee shop which was not Seth's thank heavens. You order your favorite then you sit down next to the window as you watch people go by. You look at your phone just to see all over the news, “Becky & Seth going to be parents!!” or “What a happy couple” You sigh as you felt your heart drop. 

You looked up and saw an ad for a part-time job for modeling. You took the ad and headed straight for the building. You walk right in and look around then you see a woman standing there with the most beautiful smile you have ever seen. You walk up to her and ask. “Oh uh hello?” You ask, making her look at you. “Hi, uh I would like to know who can I talk to about this?” You showed her the ad paper. “Oh that shit again.” The woman rolled her eyes, but smiled right at you. “Well come with me and I’ll show you were to go.” You were shocked by her words. You both entered the elevator heading up to the last floor. You both got out of the elevator, you saw it was a studio with cameras and tall lights and fans as well.

“Alright sweetheart I need you to go stand here because all they need is some to hold the lights.” she said with a smile. “Sure then and oh by the way my name is Y/n.” You said extending your hand out. “Oh I’m Amy.” She said as she took your hand and gave it a kiss. “I saw that small pride tattoo on your arm.” she said pointing at it. “Oh yeah this little thing well then you know what it means.” You said with a small smile. “I know it means you Bi which is cool because,” She left her shirt up showing her rainbow tattoo. “I’m a lesbian sweetheart.” You nodded your head with a smile. 

The rest of the day you help them with lighting while Amy was modeling herself away. You and the crew stop just for some coffee break. You look at your phone to see a video about Seth and Becky once again. You rolled your eyes at them both as you scroll down other news articles. “Hey Y/n?” Amy called for you. You walk on over to her with a smile on your face. “Yeah?” Amy smiled at you as she got up taking your hand. “Come with me will ya?” She asked. You nodded as you followed her to the back room. She opened the door then she closed it, locking the door.

“Hey I was watching a video about these two wrestlers and they said your name.” You sighed as you looked down. “Not again with these two. I mean come on Seth used me for crying out loud.” Amy was in shock from the words you said. “He did what?” You look at her trying not to cry. “He said he loved me, but that was a lie. He said he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me, but that too was a lie.” Amy walks over to you giving you a hug. “I’m so sorry to hear about that.” Amy told you. “No it’s ok I mean that’s how I lost my job, because I lost it at Seth and Becky.” Amy nodded her head. A knock on the door made the both of you look. “Hey Amy it’s time to get back to the shoot.” A man said. “Ok then.” She told them. “You should stay here, once when I’m done I want to hang out with you. OK?” You nodded as she unlocks the door and walks out.

The afternoon was over and you just wanted to go home now. “Hey Y/n wait up will ya.” You look back and just remember that you and Amy were going to hang out for a little bit. “Hey Amy so where are we off to?” She smiled as she took your hand. 

The both of you were walking down the street holding each other's hands. “So Y/n tell me what made you come here?”  You look at her with a smile, “Well I lost my job with WWE like I said I got mad at both of them for what happened.” Amy nodded her head, “Then this morning I just wanted to look for work because I have to wait 30 days for my contract to end.” She looks at you confused. “What 30 days?” You nodded “Damn I mean I know about wrestling myself I mean I dated a woman named Sonya Devill.” You stop and look at her surprised. “No way Sonya she likes my best friend.” You both laugh as you keep on walking. 

You told Amy about what you wanted to do after everything was over. How you want to get back into Ring of Honor or go to AEW maybe. Amy told you about her life and how she made it into modeling. Then Amy stops and then she looks at a jewelry shop. I got an idea, follow me Y/n.” Amy told you. You walk with her into the shop. “I saw this ring you….I mean I would love to have.” Amy said looking at you. “Alright let's take a look.” You both saw the ring. “What size is your finger again Y/n?” She asked, you told her and smiled. “That’s my size as well. Hey, can I get this ring in this size, thank you!” She said happily. 

You both sat in the park as you looked at the ring on your finger with a smile. “This cost you a lot, you know that Amy?”  She smiled as she shook her head. “I don’t really care too much. As long as I see the ones I love happy then that makes me happy.” Amy smiled at you as you looked at her. Amy looks into your eyes as you look into hers. You both lean in for a soft smooth kiss. Without knowing you hug her while she hugs you back, deepening the kiss more. You stop as you get up, “I’m so sorry about that Amy I didn’t mean to.” Amy got up as she tried to stop you from leaving. “No it’s ok Y/n. Come let's go back to your place ok?” You nodded. 

Once back at your apartment you and Amy sat on the sofa laughing then Amy smiled as she told you to hug her while the ring was still on your finger. “Alright I think this picture looks great.” You said. “Yeah I think so as well.” Amy smiled as she looked at you. “Well let me get going ok?” You nodded as you walked her to the door. “Well then you should get some sleep babe because we have a lot of work ahead of us.” Amy told you as she held your hand with a smile. “Ok then well I’ll see you in the morning Amy.” She smiled as she gave you a kiss on the lips then she walked open the door to leave. You close the door locking it. 

You took a shower then put on your tank top and panties. You laid down in your bed with a smile on your face. You turn over to turn off the lamp then you see the ring on your finger. “Oh yeah I forgot to give back to her. I’ll do it in the morning.” You said you turn off the lamp to get some sleep.

The next morning you got up doing what you do. You walk into the kitchen making yourself some breakfast. You turn on the tv just to watch the news. Nothing much so you just grab your phone to see what’s on. “Damn it I didn’t get to charge it.” You put the phone on the charger. You sat at the couch thinking about last night, and how it put a smile on your face. Then a loud knock came at your door making you wake up. “Who!” as you got up to check to see who it is. “It’s me Roman , open up!” His voice sounded serious. You did what he said as you opened the door. “Hey what’s up?” You said as he walked in. “Baby girl did you watch the news?” You shook your head. Roman look at your tv grabbing the remote then change the channel.

Then you saw what he was saying “Amy?” You said as you watched the video that was playing. “I just want to get this out of the way. My name is Amanda ‘Amy” Godot. I am here to tell you all how happy I am to tell you all that I’ve finally got my girlfriend back.” She said in the video. “You see my beloved Y/n she used to work with WWE, they fired her because they knew what was happening backstage with her, Seth and Becky. You see, they told Y/n that what was happening with Seth and Becky was all a story line. But that was lies Vince, Paul, they knew they knew that Seth was just using my girlfriend for their little game. When Becky made her grand speech about being pregnant yes it made Y/n snap, she lost her mind when she found out that Seth Rollins cheated on her with Becky.” Amy started to cry a little. “You see I’m not mad at Y/n for leaving me because Seth was the one who brainwashed her into breaking up with me. He was only using her just so he could have his way. Right now as we speak I and Y/n are back together again.” She shows the picture with the both of you hugging showing the ring that’s on your finger. “She is now my fiance and right now we have our lawyers in talks about letting her go from the WWE’s 30 days thing that they have in place. I know my girl would be in a better wrestling company, and I know just who.” She smiled as he walked and sat down next to Amy. “Hello everyone I’m Tony Khan and we in AEW would love to have your fiance Y/n to join our brand.” The video ends.

You were in shock, already covering your mouth while your jaw was adjusted. “You have a lot of explaining to do baby girl because right now Vince is piss the fuck off.” Roman said.

[diealittleeachday]

He hasn’t had much to do with me for 12 hours. I got upset because he left me outside a store like a stray dog. Not allowed to come join him inside and no keys to sit in the car or get a mask. He knew I was joining him. He knew I’d need a mask and he knew I couldn’t enter the store without one. I texted and texted again. I had him paged. I checked the car, the store next door, the bathroom next door, behind the store next door (the last place I’d seen him) and again checked the car, as well as call and text again. Nothing. He’s gone at least 15 while I’m left to wonder if he’s died somewhere. Then he comes out of the store, yells at me, hands me the keys and goes back in inside without another word. I go to the car and sit and wait alone until he gets in wordlessly with his books and we drive off in silence. A silence that will last the better part of at least 24 hours.

Wow. Great Daddy. But why am I surprised? He’s always been horrible to me as a husband and horrible to our kids as a dad...why would I expect any more from him as my Daddy? He tells me I should trust him and rely on him and he’s upset that I’ve never really needed him. Thank God I’m a capable person but he has to decide. Am I supposed to count on him, or not. He can’t have it both ways. He said he’d be my Daddy and take care of me. But he made it three days as my Daddy. THREE DAYS!

He’s been her’s for a year and she couldn’t be happier. Speaking of which he flat out told me he has a “great fucking time” with her. But I frustrate him. He told me she smells better, tastes better and is more fun than being with me. With her it’s nothing but roses and sunshine. With me it angry and yelling and hitting and silent treatment and frustration. He says he wants to be with me but the things he continues to do with her and refuses me says otherwise.

Did I mention he hasn’t cum with me the last two times we were together? But she’s so awesome he fucks her, cums and fucks her again. They have shower sex, meanwhile I cry thinking about how many times he’s done that with her compared to ZERO in the last year with me. In the last month, I could name so many times he hasn’t cum, lost his erection or didn’t even want to touch me (and let’s not talk about oral!). No matter if he has 10 minutes in her or six hours, he always gets off with her. And he drives 2-3 hours to do so while I sit at home and be treated like second (or third or fourth) best.

Three days. That’s as long as he could take it with me. But after a year, he’s still going strong with her (and after three years he’d jump at the chance for that other one...and same for any of his other repeats no matter how long). He said he might not be able to do that well for super long as my Daddy but jeeze three days. He’s spent more time that on a trip with Mindy. Why the *fuck* would the person with the lower sex drive be the one who spends six hours in a hotel room with someone else while the “higher sex drive” spouse gets ignored? Why?! I’ll tell you why, because just like before when he lied to me for years saying that he “never thought about sex”, the truth was he never thought about sex with ME. And now it’s the same thing all over again. He doesn’t have a sex drive with me, only with her. Just like he told me he didn’t like doing oral. He just doesn’t like doing it with ME. Also, he’s not bothered with four other women because he’s satisfied with her. But he’s not satisfied with me, as he continues to spend hours with her despite the toll it takes on me. (You tell me who he loves and who he tolerates.)

He even had the audacity to talk about how he’d help any lady friend even if they didn’t have a sexual relationship. I sent him a list of four things he could do to help me during a very stressful time and a week and a half later, I was having to do the things myself in order to throw him a birthday party. He did one thing half way! And two weeks later, he still hasn’t done the stuff.

He insists it’s all in my head and then turns around and admits how she’s better and he prefers her and how he’ll never give me the effort he give her. How on earth is someone who has given her life to someone supposed to just take it and be happy while he enthusiastically gives to her and ignores my requests. This is why I left him a year ago. And there have been a lot of days that I wish I would not have come back.

I’m supposed to put myself first but that’s a little hard to do as long as I’m married to someone who would rather give his time to someone else...anyone else not under the same roof. If he stopped the LS, he still wouldn’t appreciate me. I mean if he doesn’t appreciate everything I’ve been doing for him for 36 years, 25 years, 5 years, 3 years...he’ll never stop taking me for granted. And his treatment of me is never going to get better no matter how much he likes to make himself look good in front of other people.

Every excuse, he gives to me, I solve and he just comes up with another. We are at home instead of a hotel, so I get a hotel. The kids will hear, so I get a room across the resort. We don’t have time, so we go on vacation. He doesn’t remember, so I remind him. He doesn’t know, so I tell him. I make him think I want something else, so I’m very clear and specific. I don’t need him, so I become his sub, his CQ, his BabyGirl. He doesn’t like the hair, so I wax. He doesn’t like the taste, so I clean and only direct him there when I feel fresh.

She’s so enthusiastic, and yet that’s what I’ve been every day for over five years even after 36 years together, most of it being pretty shitty. He need to pee, so I make sure he starts there. He wants to finger me so I offer that. It’s a bad angle, the beds not right, he doesn’t have traction, there’s other people around, someone will see. He even told me he didn’t want bathroom sex even though I suggested it for years. But she wants it and boom! Add in elevator play and what other conclusion can I draw except that he’s just not that into me and she’s the greatest thing that’s ever happened to him.

I know the facts...and all the gaslighting, excuses and abuse in the world doesn’t change that.

[sweetpeasanddandelions]

Show Me Your Moves/Fangs Fogarty

You sat in the lounge of your new school. You looked around in disgust at all the Northsiders, the same kids that had judged you, taunted you growing up simply because you had been born on the wrong side of the tracks. You watched with disdain as Jughead Jones locked lips with the Northsider, Betty. You heard a snort to your right.

“Typical Jones, might’ve been born on the Southside, but even with a serpent on his back he still tries to fit in with the preps.” You and Fangs snickered in unison at Sweet Pea’s comment, glancing at him sideways as he nudged you in the side. Toni gave you all a look.

“Come on guys, show a little respect. We’re all here aren’t we?” She turned to you, “Didn’t you just try out for cheer squad with me yesterday?” Your cheeks burned as jaws dropped around you. You reluctantly met the eyes of Fangs and Sweet Pea. They both had wide eyes.

“Cheer squad.” They both deadpanned at once. Toni smirked.

“Yep, her moves are even better than mine. I’m sorry, girl, was that a secret?”

You grimaced, “I only tried out cuz you made me, Topaz, and don’t lie to these poor souls, the only reason I made the squad was cuz you’re banging the captain.”

“Eu contraire, serpent sister of my beloved, if Toni wasn’t here, I’d definitely back up her statement,” the red-haired cheer captain waltzed in, wrapping a manicured hand around the shoulder of your friend. “You were the best of all the new girls.” You shook your head.

“Why didn’t anyone tell us she could dance! Why didn’t anyone tell us you could dance?” Sweet Pea turned to you with a serious look. You laughed.

“So what guys, we all knew Toni had moves, what’s the big deal if I have some too?” Your cheeks were still red as you continued to avoid a certain pair of eyes you knew were still peering into you.

“The big deal is,” a deep voice all but whispered next to you, drawing closer, “Now we’ve got to see them. That is if Toni can force you out of your jacket and into that little cheerleader outfit like she did to get you to try out.”

“Fat chance, Fangs. You’ll just have to wait til the next pep rally like the rest of the school,” you said with a wink.

 You and Toni had been dancing together since you were in diapers. From dancing on your tippy toes in elementary, to buying your first ballet shoes together after pick-pocketing a Northsider. When you got to Southside High as Freshman, you watched Toni make varsity. You had never been one to dance in front of others, especially a particularly handsome serpent. Ever since 8th grade, you’d had a top-secret crush on Fangs Fogarty. One of the Northside boys had made fun of your old, beat up shoes, and Fangs had taken care of it, and the northsider, for you. You never saw him as just a friend after that, but you knew Fangs only saw you as his childhood best friend, the girl whose pony tails he pulled in first grade, the girl whose eyes he covered for the scary parts of the movie at their first sleepover in fourth, the girl who knew all his deepest secrets and he hers.

Now, you were here, front and center at your first Riverdale High Football game. You pulled down your uncomfortably short skirt again, honestly not even aware you were doing it at this point. You ran your fingers through your hair, sweeping your eyes across the stands, hoping, but also a little nervous, to find familiar eyes looking back. You were met with Sweet Pea, and a smile pulled at the corners of your lips as he dropped an eye in a wink. You returned it, once again meeting with a familiar, if not menacing, pair. You felt a heat in the pit of your stomach, and your teeth pulled at your bottom lip as you maintained eye contact with Fangs. He looked… hungry. You liked it.

As the music started, your hips swayed. You ignored the immediate pang of panic, imagining you were back in the gym, just practicing with the girls. Even as your solo approached, you didn’t allow yourself the luxury of giving into the nerves. Even then, though, you couldn’t ignore the looks you received from your male peers. You couldn’t deny the allure of your body as it moved to the beat. You watched as Reggie couldn’t peel his eyes off you, suppressed a giggle at Sweet Pea’s wide ones, and quickly looked away upon seeing Fangs again, the hungry look still present, if not magnified. You bit your lip, finishing the dance as applause polluted your ears. You smirked, the praise giving you the confidence you needed to meet Fangs’ gaze once more. You watched his eyebrows raise at your change in demeanor, his lips mirroring the smirk that adorned yours.

 You burst through the doors of Pop’s, laughing with the girls as you all sauntered to the doors that led downstairs. Veronica had organized an after party for the game at her very own speakeasy, and you grinned at Toni at the thought of getting drunk and letting loose with your friends tonight. As you descended down the stairs you once again met eyes with the boy you couldn’t seem to shake. You grinned as he walked up to you, double fisting shots. He handed one to you and you threw it back effortlessly, smiling gratefully.

“My favorite.”

“You didn’t think I’d forget your drink, did you babygirl?” he asked, hand grazing your hip. You giggled softly at the pet name, you were such a lightweight.

“Well why don’t you go get me another and we’ll see?” He sauntered away to grab you another drink. As the night drew on, you felt the stress leave your body. The music filled your ears, the songs blurred together, and all the while, Fangs was close by, dancing with you, whispering sweet nothings in your ear. You were too drunk to wonder why the change in behavior, hours ago you had been best friends. Now, it was like he was seeing you for the first time. You weren’t complaining.

It was getting late, you’d probably leave soon. Or at least that was the plan until your favorite song, your song, blasted through the speakers. You turned and locked eyes with Toni, grinning devilishly. You grabbed her hands as you climbed the bar stools, stepping your heel clad foot onto the bar as Toni followed suit, your cheerleading costume still clinging to your hips, the same ones that started swaying. Your hands flew to your hair as your eyes dropped closed. You turned and swayed and when your eyes opened again they were glued to the boy who hadn’t left your side tonight. His eyes no longer held hunger, only lust. Your arms crossed across your body and your fingers gripped the fabric. You began peeling the top of your uniform above your head, never losing eye contact with Fangs. His eyebrows furrowed together as you threw the garment to him. He held it tightly, but then you lost your footing, falling directly into his arms.

“I think you’ve had one too many princess, let’s get you home.” You smiled lovingly, rubbing your thumb over his cheek. You kissed his nose and giggled. He let out a chuckle. “Maybe a few too many.”

“You know I like you?” you asked him. You’d regret that in the morning. He looked at you with eyebrows raised.

“You’re drunk babe, you won’t even remember this in the morning.”

“But I’ll remember dancing with you, the way you called me babygirl. Do you like me too, Fangs? Or am I just craazy?” your words slurred but your sentiment was sincere. He gave you a long look.

“I’ve liked you for a long time babygirl, just thought you wouldn’t feel the same. Didn’t want to ruin the friendship and all the other clichés.” You smiled up at him, and he captured your lips in a kiss, the type that stops time, just for a moment. It felt like forever. Eventually, you pulled away, flashing another small smile.

“How could I resist your charms, Fogarty?”

“It was your charms, princess, that were impossible to resist. That little skirt? Those moves? I didn’t stand a chance.”