#something is ... wrong. really really wrong. u can feel someone watching u/walking right behind u

[archangeldyke-all]

Something with like cellmate prisoner!sevika?! 😭😭😭 idk I just think like her being all dangerous and powerful, having a shit ton of friends but like selectively, no one messing with her maybe even hating how just mean she is. And then comes in reader and yk. I’d love if the story was smutty but u can chose ofc 🫦

i love this so much

men and minors dni

living in zaun is shit. but the one thing that's always kept you and a majority of your fellow citizens in line, was the ever-looming presence of stillwater prison just a few miles away. you've watched countless people enter those prison walls. you know very few who ever came back out.

and now, through a series of unfortunate events that lead to you assaulting an undercover enforcer, you're going to find out first hand just how horrible stillwater really is.

you don't think you've ever been so nervous in your life as the enforcer guides you-- restrained and already hating the itchy fabric of your new life-long uniform--down a long, long hall of cells.

he's chewing a wad of bubblegum, casually, like you aren't about to piss yourself with nerves. "listen kid." he says, looking you up and down. "i read your file. seems like you were just in the wrong place at the wrong time." he says, shrugging. "no prior arrests, clean record-- honestly i'm surprised they sent you here, but i guess you did break marcus' nose." the enforcer chuckles here.

"you know that asshole?" you ask. the man guiding you snorts.

"'s my boss." he mumbles. beside you, a prisoner lunges at the bars of their cell, screaming at you. you jump, and the guard laughs. "as i was sayin'-- you seem like a real peach. like you'd be a good influence on some of our... rougher prisoners." he mumbles.

dread starts to curl in your stomach. you have a pretty good idea of where this conversation is headed, and you don't like the outcome. you just hope you aren't cellmates with someone real bad: like genie the counter-fitter who got caught two years ago; esmee the weapons expert who successfully set an entire square block of piltover's wealthiest neighborhood ablaze; or, god forbid, sevika.

she'd been caught just weeks ago, smuggling an entire airship's worth of shimmer into piltover's loading docks. it was big fucking news.

sevika's a big fucking deal.

and you want absolutely nothing to do with her.

which is why, of course, the guard pulls you to a stop right outside of the only cell with a light on, the low, dim glow of a reading lamp and the quick flickering light of a lighter. you feel like you're gonna barf.

sitting in the shadows of the cell, puffing on a hand-rolled cigarette, sits sevika, silco's second in command.

if he's the eye of zaun, she's the arm. he might be watching-- but she's doing. she's nothing but bad news; everything you've tried your best to avoid while living in the undercity.

well, look how well that turned out for you.

"sevika, meet your new cellmate." the enforcer calls out. a pair of silver eyes snap up from her book and lock on yours. you shiver.

"fucks' wrong with her?" she mumbles. you gulp.

"nervous, i'd assume. 's her first-offense." the guard says. he shoves you into the cell and you jump as the bars slam shut behind you. "you ladies have fun." he says, before turning and walking away, the smacks of his gum echoing behind him.

sevika inspects you from her chair.

"how'd you fuck up so bad you ended up in a cell with me from your first offense?" she asks, seemingly intrigued.

"punched an undercover enforcer." you whisper. sevika's eyebrow hitches up, a little amused.

"yeah?"

"think his name was marcus, or something." you mumble. she sputters.

"ha! really!?" she asks, a little smile growing on her face. you nod. she takes a drag off her cigarette, then points at the bunk beds. "i get bottom. don't go thinkin' 'cause we're cellmates it means you get to touch my shit. i got people outside pullin' big favors for met to get shit like this." she gestures to her cigarettes and lamp. you nod. "don't look so nervous. i won't bite unless you piss me off."

you try to stop shivering. you don't succeed. "s-sorry."

she studies you for a moment, her smile growing as she does. though she's no longer armed with shimmer, her arm's still in perfect working condition, five little daggers gently tapping on the table top as her eyes dart across you. "you from the lanes?" she asks. you nod. she snorts. "you know who i am?" she asks. you nod again. she chuckles, then stands. she approaches you, circling around you like you're prey, then chuckling and leaning back against the table, crossing her arms over her chest. "you scared'a me?" she asks.

"shouldn't i be?" you choke out.

it seems to be the right answer. sevika laughs, then sits back down at her table, picking her book back up, chuckling intermittently for minutes after.

she's not a bad roommate. she's surprisingly tidy, always quiet, her nose usually buried in a book. she smokes like a fucking chimney, and you've come to find she gets her tobacco-- and sometimes a bit of weed-- from one of the guards every tuesday night.

she's got special privileges among most of the guards. they're always sneaking her books and flasks, letting her get away without cell-searches, letting her read past lights out and have lighters and screwdrivers and other dangerous, weapon-like tools.

you, on the other hand, do not have these privileges. and, keeping in line with sevika's one and only rule, you don't touch her shit. all of this means that while sevika smokes and works on her arm and reads and works out, you spend your time just... sitting on the top bunk. watching her.

sometimes, during open cell time, she gets visitors. you're surprised that none of these visits end in shady dealings-- sevika doesn't seem to need to trade her stash of goods for anything. most of her visits are quick, and most end the same way: a small scrap of paper being shoved in sevika's hand.

she burns the scraps after she reads whatever's on them.

she's... pleasant, sometimes. it's rare, but it happens. one day, you'd forgotten to make your bed before you went to breakfast. you returned to find it neatly made, and when you thanked her for helping you avoid trouble with the guards, she had just waved it off. "don' get used to it. i won't always be here to fix your mistakes."

once, a fight broke out while you were in the showers. you were sent back to your cell soaking wet-- your hair still lathered in shampoo. she had chuckled, called you a "wet rat", and helped you rinse your hair out in the tiny sink in your cell.

and... she's kinda pretty. it occurred to you one evening while the two of you were partaking in your nightly routine: sevika reading in her chair while you study her, pretending to sleep. she'd glanced up at you and whispered. "why're you always lookin' at me?"

you shrugged, then nearly choked on your tongue when 'you're pretty' almost slipped out of your mouth. "uh... i got nothing else to look at." you'd ended up saying. she seemed to accept this.

"you don't have any prison girlfriends?" you ask. sevika's in a particularly jovial mood today: the note she'd been delivered earlier in the afternoon must've had great news. she's decided to share her joint with you. the question slipped out the second you took your first puff-- your tolerance astronomically low from being without for so long.

sevika laughs. "nah."

"but..." you cut yourself off before you get yourself in trouble, biting your lip. sevika chuckles, then nudges your leg.

"y' can say it." she says. you smile at her, then speak.

"it's just... i had a few friends who work at babette's." you say. "i figured you'd have as much of a reputation here as you do there."

she takes a second, tilting her neck side to side as it cracks, then sighing. "i got shit to do in here." she says simply. you raise an eyebrow at her, biting your lip again, and she chuckles. "say it." she demands again.

"you just read all day." you laugh. sevika nods.

"i'm... working." she says. you just nod along, pretending you understand what she's alluding to.

it happens in the strangest way but you and sevika start to become... friends.

she sits alone at lunch, and you sit alone too, on the oppisite side of the cafeteria. but you're so used to looking at sevika, that you find yourself watching her even when there are much more entertaining things to look at, like the handful of fights that break out every meal.

you notice she loves the jello cups you guys get once a week. so you pocket yours and toss it at her later that night. the way she smiles lights up the room even brighter than her tiny lamp. you make it a habit.

she starts loaning you her books, finds you a crate to sit on by her table while you guys read together at night.

and when sevika gets jumped in the middle of the night-- you don't even question it before you jump out of your bunk, grab sevika's screwdriver where she left it on the table, and start swinging in the dark, blindly.

"what the fuck?" someone squawks when you manage to stab something in the dark.

"what?" sevika whispers in the dark.

"sevika, your bunkmate fucking stabbed me!" her attacker's voice rings out.

a light flicks on. you cringe at the sudden brightness, then blink in confusion as sevika and a guard with a screwdriver sticking out of their shoulder stare at you.

sevika's grinning. the guard is scowling. you hold your hands up in shaky fists, preparing for a fight. sevika chuckles.

"relax, sweetheart." she says, swinging her arm around you and tugging you into her side. "ran's a friend." she whispers into your ear. you blink at the bleeding guard, then back at sevika.

"so, what, we're taking your girlfriend with us now?" the guard-- ran-- asks. sevika looks at her friend, then looks at you, a calculating look in her eye. she smirks, shrugs, then looks back at the guard.

"she threw herself between me and a uniform-- can't just throw that kinda loyalty out, now can i?" she asks, smiling.

you don't know what's happening. you're about to ask-- when suddenly you black out.

the first thing that comes back to you is your sense of hearing.

voices.

"sevika, fuck, you can't just throw a wrench in the plan like this--"

"i can do whatever the fuck i want--"

"on the night of the breakout?! no heads up!?"

"do i need to remind you which one of us is second in command, here?!"

"...fuck. c'mon, help me load her in the van."

the next thing is your sense of touch. you're laying on the rumbling cold steel of a van floor-- currently in motion.

you're shivering, but then something warm and wool and smelling like cigars is draped over you.

you're head keeps bumping uncomfortably with every crack in the road. someone gently picks your head up and puts it in their warm nap, a hand coming down to scratch your scalp.

your voice comes next. "mmmh?"

"it's okay." sevika's voice comes. you groan, cracking your eyes open, only for her face to be grinning down at you. "fuckin' maniac." she giggles.

"wha?" you groan. you're seeing double, your head is pounding.

"ran knocked you out. 's what you get for stabbin' 'em." sevika chuckles. "but, you're lucky, 'cause they don't hold a grudge. they helped me lug your ass outta stillwater."

"wha?!" you ask again, snapping up. sevika laughs as you look out the front window of the van-- the depths of piltover surrounding you as you head, presumebly, to the last drop.

you recognize the man driving-- a tall, muscular, tattooed man who'd recently been added to your cell block's guard rotation. in the passengers' seat sits the guard you'd stabbed-- bandaged and watching you with amusement.

"wha's happenin'?" you mumble, looking back at your cellmate as you clutch a hand to your throbbing head. you've been shrouded in a red cloak-- sevika's already out of her prison uniform and back in her 'second in command' look. she smirks at you.

"y' really think i was jus' sittin' around, servin' my time?" she asks. you shrug.

"figured somethin' was goin' on. y' kept gettin' those notes. didn't wanna ask." you groan. sevika chuckles.

"well, you shoulda. or i shoulda warned you, so you didn't try killing my crew." she chuckles. you blink over to the person in the passengers' seat, cringing.

"s-sorry." you mumble. they wave it off.

"'s cool. knocked you right the fuck out, didn't i?" they chuckle. "we're even."

you turn back to sevika. "you broke me out of prison?" you ask. she shrugs.

"'re you mad about it?" she asks. you gawk at her.

"uh... just... a little surprised?"

sevika cackles. you smile at the sound, despite your headache. "i wasn't plannin' on it! then you started givin' me your jello, 'n readin' all my books, 'n..."

"she's got a crush on you." ran fills in from the front.

"i didn't say that!" she shouts.

"she's not denying it though--" the man driving teases.

you choke on your spit. sevika huffs, rolls her eyes, and speaks. "i... i kinda got a crush on you, yeah." she mumbles. "and i swear i'm not sayin' this jus' 'cause i think you're cute but: you should really stay with us at the last drop until things calm back down, since, y'know... you're kinda wanted now..." she says, rubbing the back of her neck.

you blink... shocked.

you don't really know what to think. you tried your whole life to stay out of trouble, and it managed to find you anyways in the form of a drunken under-cover enforcer deciding to smack your ass when you'd had too many drinks to hold your punches. you tried to stay out of trouble in stillwater until you were saddled with sevika. you tried to stay out of trouble with her until she dragged you-- literally, you were unconscious!-- out of prison along with her. it seems like trouble's meant for you.

but if there's one thing you're certain of, it's sevika.

you smile at her, then reach up to cup her cheek. she looks more nervous than you've seen her in all your months in stillwater together.

"you gotta crush on me?" you ask. she gulps.

"i'd say it's a little more than a crush seeing she broke you outta stillwater as your first date--"

"ran!" sevika hollers. you chuckle.

"is this our first date?" you ask, raising your eyebrow at her. she shrugs.

"it's... jus' don't expect the next dates to be this exciting." she chuckles, rolling her eyes. you grin, then dart forward and press a kiss to her lips. when you pull away, she's wearing that same nervous look again.

"you okay?" you whisper. she licks her lips, nuzzles a bit against your hand on her face, and nods.

"'m just kickin' myself for not puttin' the moves on you sooner. coulda been fuckin' you to pass the time in prison instead of readin' all those boring books." she mumbles. you burst into laughter, and she grins.

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[jenoslutie]

i saw your requests were open and im really craving jeno filth rn. can i request a blurb of mean/angry jeno wanting to try anal spur of the moment while fucking but theres poor prep. can there be focus on degrading, humiliation, & dacryphilia? i saw on your requests that you write some hard kinks so hopefully this works (if not, ignore me). thank you!

pairing: jeno x fem!reader

genre: smut

wc: 1501

warnings: degradation, humiliation, dacryphilia, anal (with little to no prep), mentions of haechan, angry jeno.

a/n: thank u anon!! im so sorry im replying so late i've been suffering with severe lack of motivation but thank u to @jenomov for motivating me to write this luv u bb!!

Ever since you and Jeno got home earlier, hes been upset and he won't tell you why. All you remember was being at a little get together with him and his friends and midway during the night he took you by the hand and told you that you guys would be leaving. The whole car ride was silent and you honestly don't have a clue what could be wrong with him. You'd assume one of his friends may have said something that pissed him off but if that did happen he would've mentioned it to you. All your attempts of trying to ask him have been pushed away with him either ignoring you or simply telling you to not worry about it.

"Jeno?" You walked into your shared bedroom after washing up where he was at his desk playing video games, already having changed into a pair of grey shorts and a white t-shirt. "Can you talk to me? what's wrong?" and much like the other times, he ignored you once again. Being fed up with his silent treatment, you went up to where he sat at his desk and took his headphones off his head, placing them on his desk and turning the chair around so he'd finally look at you for the first time since you'd gotten home today.

"Jeno, talk to me please, what's wrong? I don't know what I did and it's making me feel like shit knowing that I upset you and I don't even know what I did" Jeno groans, not amused that you reminded him of it again. "You know what, fine I'll fill you in." He sat you down on the floor in front of him and his voice was awfully calm which was a stark contrast to his demeanour from less than a minute ago. He tucks your hair behind your ear and ran his hands through your hair before grabbing a fistful and pulling it roughly, making you wince.

"I was looking for you the whole time today but where did I end up finding you? Sitting outside with Haechan. You know how he feels about you yet you still entertained it like some attention whore." He sneered as he says this and tugs on your hair harder.

Now you remember.

Jeno seemed to be occupied with his friends so you and Haechan decided to go and get some drinks from the kitchen before sitting outside and people watching. There was barely any dialogue exchanged other than some random comments the both of you made when you saw someone doing something funny.

So you tell Jeno that.

"You know, if you really want to slut yourself out to Haechan while your boyfriend is busy with his friends then go ahead. But for now, come on, strip" Jeno was seeing red at this point. He was already upset that you ditched him and when he finally did find you, he found you hidden away with his friend who's had feelings for you since time. What added on to his anger was you were wearing this skin tight black romper with no bra underneath so everyone could clearly see every curve of your body and your very hard nipples.

He watched you as you got rid of that stupid romper that made you look even sexier than you already were. "come on, take off those panties too, sluts like you don't need those. I'm surprised you even wore any in the first place." you complied with a slight frown, the situation was so arousing to you right now but you couldn't show him just how much it was affecting you. Jeno hummed as your naked body stood before him, his fingers finding their way to your nipples to toy with them before bringing his mouth to one and flicking his tongue over it making you moan softly. However that didn't last long until Jeno got off his chair and sat you on it instead. You brought your hand down to your sopping wet cunt and realized your wetness was dripping down onto his chair. You knew Jeno wouldn't be happy about it considering his mood right now so you chose not to even mention anything about it until he'd notice himself. Which clearly didn't last long because when Jeno looked down to where your hand was, he saw the mess that was made on his new gaming chair.

"What the fuck is this hmm?" Jeno raised his eyebrows at you making you close your legs and look down in shame. "You know, I was thinking of letting you off easy but I don't think you deserve it today. Get on your knees and clean up your mess." You whimpered at his degradation. As harsh as his words may get, you know he doesn't mean it at the end of the day. So you obeyed his command and fell to your knees and lapped up your arousal from his chair, leaving an arguably bigger mess but you know Jeno never really minded in the first place.

"Good girl. Get on the bed baby" You followed all his commands with no hesitation. Making your way over to the bed with him trailing behind you. He sat you on the bed before getting rid of his shorts and shirt. Immediately, you knew what that meant so you got right to work, licking at his tip before taking his length in your mouth. Sucking him off like you know he likes. Making a mix of his groans and the sound of you gagging from his length hitting the back of your throat fill the room.

He pulled you off him before he was able to reach the edge. "Get on your hands and knees." And you obeyed, arching your back the way he likes it. What you didnt expect was to feel his cock circling your rim. it's not your first time doing this with him but there was barely any prep or foreplay to prepare you for this. "Jeno? I dont think I'm prepped enough for anal right now..." you trailed off to which he slapped your ass in response. "You can take it I know you can, It'll feel good I promise" Dropping down a glob of spit to 'lubricate' your hole before he slid in just his tip around your hole, hips stuttering from the feeling of your hole squeezing him in. The pain was too much making your eyes well up "Jeno fuck..it hurts so much" And as if to make it better, he dropped another glob of spit on your hole to make the stretch more bearable (it didnt help much). When he finally bottomed out in your ass he let out a loud groan which you could almost feel from the way his cock twitched inside you. Your cheeks were stained with tears as you fought the urge to beg him to at least use some lube but the thought quickly went to the back of your head when he started pounding into your ass while rubbing at your clit.

"Jeno fuck" you sniffled and you didnt expect Jeno to fucking whimper at your tone. "Fuck baby are you crying?" He chuckled softly, flipping you onto your back to observe your messy tear stained face.

"You're so fucking pretty when you cry baby it makes me wanna ruin you more often. You like when I fuck you hard like this?" You nod and soon the pain is mixed with pleasure when he rubs at your clit harder and your arousal trails down to where his cock is pounding into you.

"Gonna cum Jeno feels so good" Jeno knew you were close from the way you tightened up around him and your legs shook around his waist. "Cum baby. show me that pretty teary face when you cum." And you did. Your orgasm hit you so hard that you sob even harder, your face a mix of tears and drool that made Jeno's high to follow right behind yours. He buried his cock all the way inside you and you feel the hot white ropes of cum filling you up.

Jeno slowly pulled out and collapsed next to you, wiping the tears off your face. "You're so good to me baby sorry if I was too rough today." You shook your head with a smile, not trusting your voice to do you any justice in the moment. Jeno returned the smile and gave you a soft kiss to your forehead.

"And just so you know, I'm not mad about the Haechan thing anymore. It was a stupid thing to get mad about I'm sorry" You smiled at the man before you. Jeno less than 10 minutes ago was nothing compared to the Jeno you were seeing right now.

"It's okay, I love you and only you okay?" He hummed with a smile, giving you another kiss to your forehead before he went off to get something to clean you up with.

[riowritesitall]

Let’s make a bet

Christopher Sturniolo x Reader x Nathan duo

Request:Yes/No

Warnings:smut blindfold, bondage threesome

A/n: English is not my first language so be nice to me, please.(also this is not proofread) I know it not that good but I was having really bad cramps and my period just started so I was trying to get done as possible.

words count : 2,286

Synopsis: Chris and Nate make up bet on who can make you come faster.

One week ago

(Chris's POV)

You are so Fucking bad at this game bro” Nate yelled through the headset as we lost again

“Fuck off dude the last 4 games you die first at least I can last more than 5 min,” I said as we loaded the next game up. Trying not to yell with my girlfriend in my bed behind me.

“Well at least I can last longer the 5 min in bed” Nate snapback

“Yeah right and when was the last time you were in bed with someone I bet you can't even make a girl cum ” I say as the game finally starts

“I bet I can make your girl cum faster than you can,” he says back with a chuckle

“You want to bet,” I said as I looked over at my girlfriend sleeping on the bed

“Let's make a bet if she's up to it next week when I see you guys in la if I can make her cum faster that I can have a night with her and you can say anything,” he says the game slowly being forgotten

“You know what nathen fine as long as she says yes but if when I win you have to watch me fuck her with your hands tied up,” I say shaking my head

“Deal Christopher Deal ask her now,” Nate says

“Fine,” I say as I turn around in my char seeing that she is still asleep “Hey ma” I see well softly kissing and shaking her

“What's wrong baby” she said half asleep

“I need to ask you a favor,” I say as I stroke her thigh

“ just ask Chris,” she says as she snuggles into my neck

“So Nate and I were talking and we came up with a bet on who could make you cum the fastest if he wins he gets to have his way with you but if I win he has to watch me fuck you with his hands tied up,” I say as I feel her to clench her thighs together

“I can feel you clenching your thighs do you like that idea, pretty girl huh,” I ask before I hear her wine

“Hey pretty girl you know the rules when I talk to you I expect you to use your words,” I say as I grab her jaw making her look at me

“Yeah Chris is ok with it,” she says looking me in my eyes

“Ok'll let him know ma,” I say letting go of her jaw and walking over to my desktop

“She said yea Nate,” I say once I put my headphones back on

“I know I heard her sluty little noise,” Nate said bake at me

“Ok whatever ever man be ready to lose next week,” I say as I go to hang up the call

Present day

(Your pov)

I was sitting in the back seat next to my boyfriend Chris slowly falling asleep on him “Why Nate had to get a plane at 3 am I don't know” I thought to myself. His brothers Matt and Nick get out to help Nate put his stuff in the back. Nate sits in the seat next to me as Matt and Nick get back into the car.

“Are you cold Nate?” Chris said as he lifted the blanket that was on our laps so he could move under it.

Thanks, bro he said as he moved closer to me. Just as I was about to fall back asleep I felt 2 hands on my thighs one from Nate and one from Chris. I felt Chris slowly pull down my sweats and panties

“ make sure to stay quiet sweat girl’ Nate whispers in my ear as he starts to rub my clit with his thumb

“You better not cum in till we get home and the competition begins mama do u understand,” my boyfriend says as he slowly pumps two fingers in and out of me

“I think he asked you a question pretty girl answer him now,” Nate said pushing hard on me

“Yes I understand sir,” I say quietly out of breath

“Good girl,”l Chris says as he speeds up the pace

“Too much too much I'm going to cum” I whimper out as both boys go fast and hard before weather boy could say something Matt asks if the three of us what to go home when Nick and he go get galoshes for the week

“Yeah thanks, bro I'm sleepy,” Nate says as pulls his hand away from me

“Ok,” he says he says as he pulls onto our street

“Thank you, Matt,” I say as I unbuckle the Seat belt

“Yeah thanks, dude,” Chris says getting out of the car after Matt parks

As soon as we get into the house I'm shoved up against the door with lips shoved up against mine

“Ok bro calm down the game has not even started yet can you at least wait in till we get up stares to make out with my girlfriend,” Chris says pushing past us in order to lock the door

“Sorry man but iv been waiting all week to taste her and you have her any time you please,” Nate says getting off of me and dragging me up to my and Chris’s room by my arm

“So how are we going to do this” Chris says entering the room after us

“I was thinking that we both eat her out with a timer to see who makes her cum the fastest,” Nate says slmoving a hand up my shirt as we sit on Chris’s bed.

“I like that idea but I think that we should blind her so that she knows who it is can't change the time,” Chris says smacking nates hand away from me

“Good idea Christopher go get something,” Nate says going bake under my shirt

“The only reason you want me to get it is so that you can feel me girlfriend up don't act smart little boy,” he said getting up and grabbing a bandana

“Are you at with this baby girl” nate says as he plays with my nipples

“Yea it ok” i say in a shaky breath

“Good” I hear Chris say as ties the bandanna over my eyes

I feel a hand slowly guide me to lay down on the bed and another one slowly take my pants and panties off. right as I get comfortable in the bed, I feel a tongue lick up my folds and two hands wrap around my thighs, keeping me in place. The tongues, lots of slowly go up and down, making me moan and grab the sheets beneath me. I feel the tongue slowly start to circle my clit and two fingers enter me going in and out at a painfully slow pace. The tongue slowly started to go faster as well as the fingers as they started to curl at just t the right spot. I could feel the knot in my stomach slowly start to form as I start letting out loud whiny moans

“Are you about to cum pretty girl” i hear a voice say from in between thighs I let out a shaky moan before I feel a smack all the inside on my thigh

“I asked you a question I expect an answer sweetheart” the voice says

“Yes yes” I yell as I get closer and closer

“Go ahead baby” he said right before I cum

“Five minutes” I hear a voice from next to me say

“Think you could do better than that”, the voice from in between my thighs, says as I feel him getting up

“Yeah, much better”. The Voice from next to me, says as he moves to my thighs.

Just as I was about to move, I feel a new set of hands on my thighs, slowly, kissing up to my soaked heat. Sucking hickeys as he slowly pings his thumb up to my clit. I felt the thumb slowly circle my clit as I felt a tongue enter me. The tongue slowly started to go faster and faster as the thumb was replaced by his nose stimulating my clit. I reached down to grab his hair when I felt the knot and my stomach slowly started to grow again. when I grabbed his hair, I could feel the person in between my thighs, let out a moan which made a vibration that made me snap.

“5 minutes and 5 seconds I win Christopher” somebody says next to me that I now know was Nate as he takes off my blindfold

“Fuck Ma you couldn’t have been five seconds faster” my boyfriend says from in between my thighs when I look at him.

“No, you don’t gotta talk to her. I win so you can sit in the chair in the corner and wait” I hear Nate say before he stands up

“Fine whatever” Chris says. He walked over and sits in his gaming chair.

I watch Nate as he slowly walks over to Chris’s closet and grabs one more bandanna. before he walks over to Chris standing in front of him.

“What are you doing with those?” Chris says, pointing at the two bandannas

“I’ve decided that you don’t get to touch yourself when you watch me destroy your girl” Nate says before tying Chris his hands to the arms of the gaming char

“That’s not fucking fair dude that was my bet not yours” Chris says trying to break from the restraints

“Well, maybe if you didn’t lose, you would be the one tying me up right now” Nate says chuckling as he slowly walks towards me

“Hey pretty girl are you ready to be fucking destroyed as your boyfriend watches?” he says before starting to suck on my neck. I bring my hand up to my mouth to try and muffle my sounds

“No don’t hide your pretty sounds for me. Let your boyfriend hear how much of a slut you are getting off to your boyfriend’s best friend” he says, ripping my hand from my mouth

“Can I take this off baby” he says, tugging on the rim of my shirt

“Yes Nate” I say before I feel my shirt over my head

“Good girl” he says, turning me around

“Now I want you to look at your boyfriend while I fuck you do you think you could do that for me pretty girl? he says as he slowly moves my hips up and loves his fingers up and down my folds.

“Yea” I say with a moan

“You’re so wet I don’t even think I need to prep you. What a slut.” he says, as I hear him unzip his pants. I feel him slowly enter me before quickly going in and out. I start to moan when I feel him grab my hair and pulled me back so that my back is against his chest. I can see the tent slowly starting to grow in my boyfriend‘s pants as I moan out his best friends name. Nate quickly starts to suck hickeys into my neck again as he raps his hand around my body and starts to choke me roughly.

“Fuck please let me out Nate please” Chris as he shoves his hips into the air

“Did I say you could fucking talk Chris I don’t think I did” he says, picking up the pace behind me, reaching my hand down to play with my nipple while the other one continues to choke me as I let out whiny high-pitched moans.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum” I say as his movements start to get sloppy

“You better not” he says, shoving me onto the bed and moving me to be on the floor in front of Chris

“Take his pants off mama” he says, shoving my head into Chris’s clothed crotch

I move my hand up to slowly take his sweats and boxes off, and that my hand around his hard cock slowly moving up and down while I suck on his red tip. before I could take all of him, I feel Nate shows back in to me. which makes me deep throat Chris.

“Fuck just like that mama good girl” Chris says in a high-pitched moan

I feel nates hand, go down to pitch my clit before I let out a muffled moan against Chris. I feel Nate gets sloppy again before I hear him say” just a little longer baby I want you to come with me.”

I proceeded to suck Chris off as I feel that not my stomach start to grow more and more. Before I pulled off of Chris and moan. “ i’m about to cum”

“Me too” Chris says from above me buckle his hips back up into my mouth

I feel Nate grown as his warm cum shoots me and our I follow shortly after. Before I feel Chris shoot his cum down my throat

I feel Nate pick me up and lay me on the bed before going to untie Chris and helping him walk down next to me.

I watch as he goes to the bathroom and gets a washcloth, wiping both of us down

“You did so good”” my boyfriend says stroking my hair

As Nate goes to get us some clothes and water

“Yeah, she was perfect” he says as he returns putting the boxers and T-shirt on me and the water on the nightstand next to me. Before helping helping Chris put his clothes on and getting into bed beside me.

“Good night baby” Chris says in to my chest as the 3 of us cuddle to sleep

Hope you enjoyed

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[chocolatetheoristcloud]

can you do a scenario in which sasuke is completely obsessed with the reader, sends her lewd pics of heeself, scares her to the point that she avoids him but also everyone around her cuz he wont let her make friends, also him finally locking her in the class with him (some noncon if u can)

The Gingerbread Woman

Inspirded by the song the gingerbread man

Warnings: Yandere themes,nudes,hints of NON-CON,dark content,possiveness, cursing,modern AU, real dulu yelling out my woman, yes he's a little dulu.

Paring: Yandere Sasuke x reader

I am ETREMELY sorry for how long this took.

You couldn't believe what you got yourself in it.

How the fuck did this happen ?

Well that's something you didn't really know to be honest.

I mean you stayed away from him and you didn't talk to him, expect that one time you helped him with the missing notes he missed but that was it.

You didn't know he liked you,well he sent nudes to you of himself once but you didn't think he would go this far.

Locking you into an empty classroom with him, You had to stay behind in school to finish some work and then you had to clean up and put away but you had thought all the students left besides the one who had club activities,as far as you know Sasuke wasn't in a club and normally stuck to himself so why was he here then?

This made you uncomfortable as you looked at Sasuke as you two stayed deeply into eachother's eyes,like a staring contest.

His eyes were dark and black as a shadow with a hints of sinister-ness and something else you couldn't put your finger on at.

Whilst you looked into his, you're eyes were e/c looked into his with hints of uncomfortableness and confusion.

You had your back turned to the door as you cleaning when you heard the door open, you turned your head thinking it was a teacher but it was Sasuke......it was like if he knew you were here and didn't leave school...............how strange.

Oh good afternoon Sasuke,......is something wrong did one of the teachers sent you here?......I was just about the leave I was just packing my bag and cleaning up.

You avoided Sasuke after you saw the nudes he sent you and blocked his number and deleted it, even tho you didn't tell anyone you still felt very uncomfortable with being with him right now it felt uneasy. As the air hang thick feeling claustrophobic and heavy,as you awaited his answer.

He only nodded.....slowly, and looked around and watched as he opened the door again and looked outside.

Which was a red flag from the beginning but you didn't think about it since he was probably felt awark after he sent you his nudes and you blocked him, you nodded as you turned around to finish packing your bag when

*lock*

Whipping you're head around as fast as lighting to see just what the hell happened.

You saw Sasuke now inside the room with you,the door now locked and closed as he looked at you before slowly walking up to you.

Um.....What are you...doing?

You quoted, backing away from him as your eyes went wide trying to process what to do.

He said nothing only walking towards you, before finally opening his mouth.

......Y'know your such a strange girl....you know that I'm in love with you....but instead....of rejecting me... you completely just ignore my feelings right in front of me.... with no problem....at all...

He said his voice deep and raspy and low as if he was struggling to find the words to speak,as if.....he couldn't breathe like was gasping for air but he couldn't get it.....no matter how hard he tried.

When sent you pictures of me you didn't even text back you just blocked me....I thought you would have told someone but you didn't...not a soul...as If,it was a normal thing like it didn't happen.

And y'know what really get's me? hmm?... you passed me everyday in school like it was nothing... like you just didn't care!, yeah you avoided me....but you didn't even say a word about it to anyone! not even a peep.

Like this didn't matter....I didn't matter!....to you....my feelings and emotions don't matter to you... everything I've done to get your attention doesn't matter-

He paused quite literally in his tracks as he looked down before placing his hand on his eyes rubbing nose bridge before chucking to himself.

And y'know it's really laughable hahaha I've tried almost everything! to get you to acknowledge my feelings for you,my love for you! but still no matter what I seem to do you never acknowledge them hahahah!

And no matter how try and try you will never take the time and today to acknowledge them, just look at you you're not even denying it are ?

It was true and you both knew it, you knew he loved you and instead of saying anything at all you choose to ignore them... ignore him.... even before he sent you the nudes of himself.... you just didn't acknowledge but more like refused to acknowledge them really and truly if you're being honest but you didn't think he would go this far.

He looked at you not all that surprised, but not all that surprised after all that's why he had interested in you in the first place, you were so strange to him so uninterested.

But as I said that's why he likes you so much is because of that you knew you were could be hurting his feelings but you didn't care and instead of just telling him to stop and reject him you remain silent.

He looked back up at you his piecing dark onyx eyes staring at you as they looked souless like a black empty void that was filled with nothing good.

But now.....all that is going to change..... you're going to acknowledge my feelings for you one way or another.....

He picked up his pace,as feet making nosies as it touches the wooden floor boards as he back's you into a corner,as you looked at him.

Sasuke....?

Don't Sasuke me now y/n.... it's too late for that you're going to acknowledge my love for you, and when I'm done you it will be a piceing memory marked into your skin.... something of my love...... something even if you still refuse to acknowledge it you're always....always have a memory

[stainedstardom]

BROO IM BEGGING PLS PLS PLS PLS PLS PLS PLS

SAM x FEM!READER

Okay so like the reader and Sam get into a big argument you can choose about what. And then they don’t end up speaking for like a week or so and the reader can’t help but to feel so bad and blame them self because they miss Sam so idk one day everyone’s at Sam’s apartment and they decide to have a movie night. Anika. Mindy Tara and everyone else knew what was going on so after the movie they left the reader and Sam alone to work things out let’s say it got quiet so Sam gets up to leave but the reader tells her to stay and tells Sam how sorry she is and how she felt bad but Sam also says sorry and stuff. So they end up forgiving each other and kiss the end !! 🤭

sorry it’s a lot but PLSSSSSSSS

I’m begging on my knees for u to do this because ur a rlly good writer but PLSSSSSSS I want this so bad. Thank u sm luv u

no need to beg ml of course i’ll do it.

GET OVER IT

sam carpenter x fem! reader

"i can't believe you" sam yelled at you and you scoffed as you turned to her. chad, mindy and tara stood far behind as they watched the two of you

"me? oh my god sam , you were flirting with your fucking neighbor. you were giving him fuck me eyes and youre mad at me?" you asked and she shook her head

"youre fucking crazy" sam stated and you nodded

"right? yeah ill get over it, im leaving" you said and you stormed off as she stood and watched you walk away

"sam what the fuck? go after her" tara said and she shook her head with a laugh

"no fucking way, she put herself in this position" sam exclaimed and you kept walking. that was a week ago, you had stayed in your apartment, went to your job, to your classes, cleaned your apartment, went along with your life without sam and the others but nothing could feel the void.

sam called you crazy and maybe she was right. you shouldnt have though that she wanted her neighbor because she was nice to him. it was confusing after everything in woodsboro, you thought she would be closed off but this proved otherwise.

and tara as well as the twins were getting mad at you two for not talking. sam was being unruly and they missed the way you looked after them and took care of them so they did something.

chad called you and invited you to a movie night but you hesitated

"does sam want me there?" you remembered asking, you didnt want to invade her space no matter how much the others wanted you to. it was her space and you didn't want her to feel uncomfortable

"of course she does, she even told me to invite you" chad lied to you right through his teeth and thats how you ended up here. in sams apartment, sitting on the other end of the couch away from her because she was clearly uncomfortable with your presence

"chad can i talk to you?" you asked and he nodded as you led him to the kitchen and smacked his arm

"you told me she wanted me here" you stated

"ow! she does" he tried

"really? because it looks like my presence repulses her, i told you i wouldnt come if she would be uncomfortable" you said

"i know, im sorry, i just want you to fix this" he stated and you nodded

"i know and i do too but its not going to get fixed if she doesnt want to see me" you exclaimed and he nodded

"im sorry" he spoke and then someone else did too

"im sorry too" sam exclaimed and chad looked at you with a wide smile

"im going to let you two talk" he said and he walked out as sam walked in and sat down.

"im sor-" you said together and you laughed.

"you go" she spoke

"im sorry, i was mad for no reason. i just didnt know what to say or think so i said the first thing that came to my mind which was not a good idea" you stated and she nodded.

"im sorry too, calling you crazy was wrong, you have every right to be confused and annoyed with me" she said and she grabbed your hands as she looked in your eyes and you looked in hers.

"do you forgive me?" she asked

"of course i do, do you forgive me?" you questioned

"i couldnt stay mad at you forever" she said and you smiled as you leaned in and kissed her making her kiss you back and then you heard it

"YES! FINALLY" chad yelled and you laughed as you shook your head and smiled before you continued to kiss her.

you got over it

A/N: so i know its not entirely like the request but i think scolding chad wouldve been more angsty and cute! so i hope you enjoyed

[iravinirattu]

ik im late but im playing through kaveh's hangout event and. the haikaveh brainrot is real

since these losers can't do it themselves i am here to offer my translation services ‼️

al haitham you liar. we are in a library using our indoor voices you did NOT hear us.

and even if you did mr. "i hate small talk" why'd u walk over hmm?? hmm??

"dont mind if i ignore you, i've got my earphones in" <- applies to everyone except kaveh

"okay now that i've gotten him distracted tell me what's wrong so i can discreetly fix it"

mans literally sent kaveh away to boost his confidence a bit + find out if he was okay.

"you annoted those books with such long and beautiful notes that eveyone hated lolol anyways check out those shelfs where there's a book with someone appreciating ur notes"

i can't get over how many exceptions al haitham makes for kaveh. he's not heartless and cruel in the way i often see him portrayed... but at the same time his entire demeanor is "i respect you as a person but won't go out of my way to do things for you unless it benefits me"

like he's one of the only characters who isn't super super close with the traveler, at least that's how i see it in the voicelines! he respects them as a friend, would consider doing things for them if they asked, but that's about it really!

but KAVEH. for someone who enjoys a peaceful life and has such a rational and efficient way of working it theoretically makes no sense for him to do all the things he does for kaveh.

like sure "maybe the cheering up kaveh is just to avoid having to deal with him drunk later", but that's too roundabout of a demeanor to be al haitham's style. plus, if he really didn't want to deal with a drunk kaveh, he could just kick him out.

but he doesn't because he cares, and kaveh does not understand that because he has created a vision of what he thinks al haitham is in his head, and in that vision he, kaveh, has no value so why would haitham have him around?? clearly he's got ulterior motives.

and they won't move further until kaveh lets go of that vision, and he can only do that if he truly realises his own worth, and until then haitham's gonna have to keep pushing him towards that from the shadows.

"he overworks himself, it's not healthy. he forgets the practicality of his ideals when he starts something, thinking he can pull through it, but reality hits him halfway. he can keep his ideals, that's fine, but i wish he was a bit more realistic about them."

"and despite all of the above, despite wanting to uphold his artistic integrity, he still puts everyone's needs before his own."

"his approach is too contradictory, and hence people don't see his talent. there are those who's resolve is so brash they are seen as confident and unshakable; and yet he who is more talented than them all falls behind because he's so easy to take advantage of."

al haitham taught me two new words today lol

irascible - someone with a quick temper

paragon - something viewed as a standard

"if he wants things to change he needs to find a balance between compromise and resolve. there is no way to please everyone, but instead of accepting this, he thinks he can nullify it if he takes all the burden instead."

kaveh's altruism stems from his own self-hatred, moreso than his desire to help others. and while doing a good deed puts a smile on his face, the melancholy guilt that trips him when he doesn't is far greater.

"if they are his ideals then i have no right to say anything about them. but he hurts himself so much as a result of that and i wish he would love himself a bit more."

al haitham has a great deal of respect for kaveh, not just as a scholar but as a person. and it's hard watching someone like that dig their own grave, and there's nothing you can do but wait in the sidelines, because they won't believe anything you say.

al haitham is constantly bickering with kaveh to get him to feel a little, challenge his ideals, find a way to make them work without sacrificing himself in return.

"at this poing talking to him is no use, he's convinced himself that his life only has purpose if it's in the hands of others. all people face hardships in life, but he seems to believe he deserves all he gets and more"

and then after kaveh is back he gives him space to talk about things that make him happy, and more importantly, appreciate himself.

how to tell kaveh i want to listen to his silly lil rants without sounding like a sap - al haitham's brain, probably

al haitham knowing all of kaveh's little buttons, and pressing the right ones after determining his mood, so he can show kaveh he loves him but still sound like a bitch.

"you did so well. i am so proud, and i hope you are proud of yourself too."

and sometimes he does click the wrong one, but then immediately goes back on it, becomes soft(er than usual), offers reassurance, changes the topic, and so on

we saw this in the parade of providence event, when kaveh got legitimately upset at one of haitham's remarks and he immediately went into I HAVE UPSET MY BF recovery mode.

and what i love the most in all this is KAVEH'S DUMBASS IS SO OBLIVIOUS TO THIS LMAOOO

but also it's sad because the reason he's oblivious is because he doesn't think he's worth being cared for like that.

haikaveh's whole vibe is "i love you, but i'd much rather you love yourself first" and "i'm your one and only, your only exception, the one you'd break all your rules for" and i love it.

[nikkicloudie]

Forgotten Not Forgiven

Nanno X GN!Reader

Warning:Girl from no where stuff thats all i can really say, Nanno being Nanno, reader being bullied? and language 

 A/N:This ep is gonna not even be any ep from the show so i will add some names hear and there from time to time so like..OC’S? I will use Thai names for the oc to make it more easy to get in character ig?

Laughter..The feeling of being mocked...Her...Everywhere you go...you cant escape her...the girl that introduced herself as..Nanno. In class the teacher introduced a new girl named Nanno as she sat new to Cheng. As class contuined you noticed Nanno keeps looking around the room like shes looking for something...or someone. As you keep looking at her she looks at you..wait...at me? She smiled at you as you looked away..but you kept feeling her stare at you but you ignored it. 

As classes ended you grabbed your stuff and left the classroom. As you were walking down the hall you felt a tap on your shoulder as you looked behind you to see Nanno. She smiled sweetly but her smile looked...almost fake? “Hello im Nanno! I was wondering if you could show me around?” she asked with that smile. You thought about it before sighing giving your head a nod and signl her to follow as she did “Not much of a talker are you?” she asked tilting her head

As you showed her around school she kept asking questions about the school and sometimes you which sometimes you would answer or sometimes give no reply. After you finished showing her around you guys where outside while she was doing most of the talking which you didn’t mind. “So are we like.. best friends no-”before Nanno could finish her sentence you got it in the head with a basketball. 

“Hey get away from her creep!” the dude said as he walks up and pushed you away as he scoffed dragging Nanno away. You rubbed your head and sighed getting up and going home. 

The next day at school you were sitting down in the classroom before class. You looked up to see Nanno in front of you with an ice pack in hand as she hands it to you “Your head must still be sore so here!” she smiled “Thanks..” You said grabbing it and putting it on your hand as you continue to read. She sat next to you and watched over your shoulder. You looked at her “What are you doing?” you asked and she smiled more “Reading with you so you dont get lonely” 

Karma is a bitch...everyone knows that...even you dear readers...right?

A few days past and the guys who threw the basketball at you just...disappeared? You and Nanno got closer but you felt like something was wrong with her...more than what meets the eye. You looked at there missing posters ‘Sin Du’ ‘Kraisee Suwan’ and ‘Prasit Shi’.

Everyone was talking about them..3 boys who went missing at the same time and gone without a trace? Some were happy some sad and even some mad but class continued as nothing was wrong and Nanno sat by you for a project. As you and Nanno were working you saw a few girls looking over and whispering but when Nanno looked up they looked away. 

“Don't worry about them ok?” she said with that damn cute devilish smile or hers. You nodded and kept working as Nanno helped. After class you and Nanno were walking down the hall as you two were talking as she laughed at a dumb joke you made as you laughed with her slightly.

“Hey Nanno?” you said “Yes? What’s up?” she said looking at you. You looked back at her and smiled “Thank you” she titles her head slightly “Thank you for what?” “For being my friend Nanno” you smiled.

I...I didn't mean to...It just happened...the knife...blood...h-her blood...

You sat in class as your hands were shaking..any noise made u jump. Y-You killed her...Nanno...your best friend..you had her blood on her hands. Someone sat next to you as you looked up...her...your best friend..Nanno..who you killed..”Hey bestie why do you look scared?” she said sitting down fully next to you. 

Karma is here...shes always there waiting for the right time to hit..always watch out for karma...you could be her next victim 

[thisfanisgonesorry]

handcuffed - jim hopper

you REALLY dont wanna get arrested right now.

cw/tags: DUBCON. DUBCON FOR DAYS. uhh, very bdsm-y, obvious power dynamics, degradation kink, handcuffs, obviously. timeline debatable, age difference but thats what makes it hot!, he spits in y/ns mouth. cums in her panties if thats a kink? what would i call that? y/n is canonically a bit of a slut but thats okay! mutual pining if u squint.. maybe enough lore for multiple parts. hopper is lowkey a prick whoop whoop.

havent posted in a while but i wrote this (shitty) gem from a few weeks ago.

<3

Surely, this would be a good day. Surely.

Well, that is what I was thinking before I was sprinting down the road, trying my best to avoid the cops. Needless to say, now I’m restrained by an all-too-familiar chief of police and he’s hauling ass to his cop car, which would now be 50 or so feet from where I’m currently standing.

I’m trying to break free so I can sprint in another direction and pray to god it works. Maybe into the woods, break line of sight. We’re by the backroads, so there’s not a lot of people, though maybe losing face in a crowd would be what I need.

I seemed to be in the wrong place, at the wrong time. I was near Billy’s shithole of a house, just when the cops showed up, and of course, they had to assume I was to blame. Now, at a worse place at a worse time, I’m harshly pressed into the hood of Jim’s car, and he’s struggling to keep my arms in place to put them into a pair of handcuffs. His body is tightly holding me into place, but god damn, I am not getting arrested right now.

“Let me go, Hopper!” I shout, trying to pull my arms out of his grip so I can use them to push him off. I try to move any of my limbs in any direction as an attempt to get him off me.

“Stop struggling.” He says, as he meets my face, feeling the stubble of his moustache brush my ear. I freeze for a moment; before continuing anyway.

“I wasn’t even at that stupid Hargrove’s house! You already arrested all of the assholes there, why are you harassing me!”

He lets out a few grunt, and then I hear a click and feel cold metal around my wrists, so I struggle more as he tries to stand us both up, still pressed against him as he tries to not let me escape him.

“Get the fuck off me, Jim.”

“Watch it.” He breathes out, “You’re about to get us both into somethin’ you don’t wanna get into.”

“I don’t wanna get arrested by some pig! Not over some shit I didn’t do!”

He finally brought some distance between us as he turned me around, looking at me face to face, though still trying to keep me in place with a hand firmly on my shoulder. I was trying to analyse the situation, there was one, semi-large, semi-hard, glaring problem.

Maybe all that struggling was not the wisest idea I could’ve had.

“Are you hard right now?” I said, with a bitter taste on my tongue, deciding to get rid of that taste by spitting right in his face.

“I told you to stop struggling.” He said through gritted teeth as he wiped the saliva with the back of his hand. “Don’t make this any harder than it has to be.” He gestured towards the backseat.

“What? This, or you?”

“Get in the fucking car, Y/n.”

“I didn’t do anything. I’m telling the truth this time, promise!” He began to shove me, before I tried to intervene once again, desperation levels rising to a shameful amount. “Hey! Hey! Maybe we can work something out!”

“I’m taking you in and if you don’t stop talking, I’ll find some way to shut you up.” He seemed unphased despite the half-mast tent in his pants. He glared at me, speaking sternly. “And don’t fucking spit at me again.”

“I’m not friends with Billy, I’m sober as a judge here, Hop!” I furrowed my eyebrows, “Plus, it’s not like you can walk into the station with a boner, can you? Or are you willing to bet it’ll go away by then?”

“You’re right. I can’t. I know what you’re implying, I also can’t..” He hesitated for a moment. “..Act on it with someone under my custody.”

He could sense the sardonic attitude behind my voice. “Why not?”

“Don’t play that game with me.” He said, pushing me again towards the backseat, though I crashed into the side-mirror of his car, letting out a moan of pain which made him, and his buddy, a bit more rash.

“Help me, help you?” I said with a fake grin, trying to push his buttons, either as a tease or a genuine way to get into his pants. “C’mon, what d’ya got to lose?”

“My job.”

“I won’t tell no one. C’mon, I’ll help you out and you can think about letting innocent ol’ me go, how’s that?”

Is it bad that through the numerous times Chief Hopper has thrown me in jail, I’ve always thought, ‘might as well go out with a bang, right?’, he’d been on my ass for years, either for underage drinking or hanging around pot, he’d find some way to get me in handcuffs. I was old enough to do both of those now, and for once, I was completely innocent.

“If you’re so innocent, why’d you run?”

“Look, I was just at the wrong place, wrong time. I saw sirens comin’ at me, what d’ya think I’m gonna do?” I could feel the tension; sexual or not, it was thick in the air. He was clearly sexually frustrated, and look at him, of course he would be. Sure, he was hot, but it’s not like the chief of police gets many weekends.

“I’ve heard you use that excuse before.”

“I’m telling the truth here! What have I got to lose? You’re hard and I’d fuck you to get out this time. I’m not sitting in a drunk tank with Billy!”

“Why’d you run?”

“Fine! I got pot on me! But it’s not from Billy!”

“Where?” He said sternly, trying to pull it off me. I didn’t want to admit it was in my bra, so I tried to avoid eye contact. “Where.” He repeated, louder.

“It’s in my bra..” I said, still avoiding eye contact. He looked at the buttons to my white and green shirt, deciding if he should or not. I rolled my eyes at him, almost to urge him to just hurry up and get on with it.

He quickly began unbuttoning the shirt, it was probably not his best choice, but once it was unbuttoned, he tugged it out of my jeans and tried to push it as best he could off my torso. He took in the view for a moment, but only a moment.

“Where?”

“Left side.” He raised his large hands to put his hand on my right; “MY left.”

Granted, I hadn’t exactly prepared for this moment, so my bra was an off-skin tone, and wasn’t exactly ‘sexy’. He put his hand in the cup of my bra, feeling it for a moment, his fingers grazing my nipple, before he pulled his hand away, with a small baggie of mix in his hands.

“Look, I wasn’t actually doing anything wrong, okay?.. I’ll do anything, I just.. Please don’t bust me for this.”

He looked at the bag, and he exhaled sharply, you could see the cogs turning in his brain, like clockwork, deciding. Weighing his options, even.

“Anything?” He spoke almost silently.

“Yes.”

“Are you sure?” He said, “I’m serious.”

I hesitated for a moment, before simply nodding, and he let out a shaky sigh before grabbing my face, he was still rightfully so, very angry at me, so he firmly pried my mouth open.

“Swallow it.” He spoke sternly before spitting in my mouth.

I swallowed it immediately, “Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.”

It took me by surprise how quick the tables had turnt, and his breath shook, and he quickly opened the backseat door, pushing me towards it, though I still stood upright. He had full control, so it seems he wasn’t just going to bend me over and fuck me. At least, not right away.

He pressed his mouth on mine, one hand holding me in place by the waist and the other holding onto the roof of the car. Slowly, he moved his hands down, playing with my belt until he could tug down my jeans so they rested around my knees.

“Hop, c’mon.” I breathed, pulling away though his mouth chased mine slightly. He peaked down, eyeing white panties with a small bow on the elastic.

He pulled away fully, then fiddled with the belt of his own pants, before unbuttoning them and leaving it open like that. I tried to open my legs for him though I was restricted, he pressed our clothed crotches together, a sigh escaping him as he did.

“Can you.. unbutton your shirt?” I asked, a little more timid than I would’ve liked. He gave a short nod, before unbuttoning his shirt so I had a decent view. He was fit, though obviously rockin’ a bit of a dad bod. A good amount of hair and honestly, I could be mad about the last screw I might have for a while, yet I’m not.

“You’re pathetic.”

“Please.” I responded softly, leaning towards him though he simply pulled away. He seemed proud of himself, devolving me into almost begging for it, yet also unsatisfied. “Sir? Please?”

“You’re so smart, such a fast learner.” He said, though it somehow sounded like he was degrading me, and yet, it was driving me crazy.

“I.. I want to touch you.”

“I’m not falling for that.”

“C’mon, Hop. Don’t tease me.” I pleaded with him, and it must’ve worked.

Almost like a switch went off; it was quick, but not harsh, he turned me around and bent me over the back seat.

“Beg for it.”

“I’m not begging for it.”

He took a fist of my hair and pushed my face into the seat, speaking sternly. “Don’t act like you’re not a slut. I’ve heard the stories. Beg.”

“Shit, please.” He pushed my face further; “Please, sir, please!”

“For such a fast learner, you’d think you’d know how to keep out of trouble.” He said, alongside rustling of fabric, I assume pulling your pants down with only one hand isn’t easy. “Last time. Were you at Hargroves or not?”

This was probably the most evil form of interrogation.

“No! I swear it, I hate his guts; him, and his shitty weed. What do I gain from lying to you right now!”

“You do whatever you can to get your kicks out of me. I know you get around. The amount of drunk-tank ramblings about the vixen behaviour you get up to, who knows, this is just another way to fuck with me.”

“Tough talk coming from you.”

“Quit acting like a brat.” He snarled, “You want this, you need this.”

“I don’t.” I lied, and he could tell.

“So if I just pulled up my pants and undid those handcuffs, you wouldn’t kneel and beg about how you need me? I see how you look at me.”

Shit. He played into exactly what I meant and he’s still got me caught.

“No, I mean, yes, I dunno!” I cried with urgency.

“Say you don’t want me to fuck you.”

“I want you to fuck me, Jim, please.”

“Exactly. Look how wet you are.”

He pulled down my panties, soaked beyond any chance of denial, or even dignity I could possibly have left. He shakily breathed, lining himself up to my entrance to only grind against the slickness, teasing.

“Jim, please, I’ll be good, please. I’ll stop getting into trouble, just—”

Almost like a heaven-sent miracle, he began slowly pushing himself deeper, one hand the chain of the handcuffs, and the other still tightly in my hair.

“Oh, shit.” He groaned, bottoming out in a smooth movement.

He began at a slow pace, just to feel the way he felt as he moved. It wasn’t fast enough to build any pleasure.

“Faster, my god.” The pace was agonisingly slow.

“I bet you like it rough, huh?” His grip on my hair tightened, almost stinging.

“Shut up—”

“The rumours are right, aren’t they?” He grunted.

“No, ‘m a good girl.” I panted, “I’ll be your good girl.”

“Are you? How long have you wanted to fuck me?”

“If I tell you, will you fuck me like you mean it?” I pleaded, “C’mon, fuck me real hard, please — I’m good for it.”

He rolled his eyes and began thrusting, the sound of wet slapping sound quietly echoing through the woods.

“You really are just a slut, look at you.” He laughed, letting go of my hair and reaching around and grabbing my throat, pulling me upright. “Answer my question.”

“So long, Jim, I’ve wanted to fuck you for so long.”

“Yeah? Is that why you’re such a little bitch? Why you’re on my nerves all. the. fucking. time?”

“Yeah, ‘m sorry, please.”

“Stop getting into so much fucking trouble.” He cursed, finally letting go of the loose chokehold and grabbing both hips to fuck into me harder, though completely stopping instead.. “All this so I’ll fuck you? Huh?”

“Yes! I’m better than the other dumb whores you fuck, god, shit.”

“Yeah? You want me all to yourself? Say it.”

“I want you, now fucking move!”

He began thrusting again, I went limp and slumped over, he was groaning and only now beginning to lose his composure. I was drooling over the carseat, my eyes were rolling back into my skull, all over some stupid cop with an amazing dick.

“Y’re so nice aren’t you, you’re so good, you’re gonna let me cum right? ‘m your good girl, please, touch my clit, ‘m so close, please, you’ll let me—”

“Look at you, so needy.” He panted, reaching down to toy with my clit. “God, I’m so close, you’re gonna make me cum.”

“Please!” I began chanting as I unwound on him, “Oh, fuck, I’m—”

I clenched around him and felt the rush of the orgasm hit me like a wave, he shuddered and kept fucking into me until my orgasm rode out.

“Feels so good, y’so good..” I mumbled tiredly, feeling him pull his still-hard cock out. “What? What are you doing?”

“I’m not cumming inside you.” He said, stroking his cock to completion.

“Please. Want your cum, please.” I mumbled into the carseat.

“Fine, I’m gonna..” He groaned in annoyance though it could also pass as pleasure.

“Thank you, sir.”

He kept jerking himself off, “Ugh, Y/n, fuck, I’m—” He grunted as he came on the panties still bunched around my knees.

“Can you.. help me.. get dressed?” I mumbled. He sighed, pulling up my panties and jeans before rolling me over to do up the button and zip. “I can feel your cum, s’warm.”

“Yeah. It is.” He sighed, buttoning up the tshirt and scooting me into the car fully.

He got into the driver’s seat and began turning on the car, talking into his walkie talkie about something or other. “Are you goin’ to take me home?”

“No, Y/n. I have to take you to the station for the pot.”

I groaned tiredly. “Oh, fuck off, Hopper.”

[aliypop]

Operation. G.I. Blues

(Nurse Reader x Tulsa McLean)

Word Count: 943

Writers Note: This is my first Reader insert so bear with me!

Warning: None

Pairing: Reader x Tulsa

Summary: What happens when the G.I. you've been having an eye on comes to your bedside to get fixed up?

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 You walked the halls of the medical ward as you tended to the hurt soldiers of the day. Some had minor things like paper cuts. Or a sprained ankle and some had worse things like a broken arm or an amputated arm. You had only been working for a few months. But you had gotten close to a few of the G.I.'s like Cookie. For example, he was a frequent case but always a sweetheart. Your (H/L) and (H/C) swayed behind you as you began putting it in a bun. Some of the other nurses walked by. Some were giggling, and others were busy with work as you clocked in. 

"Hey, (Y/N)!"

"Carla!" You waved to your friend as she smiled, 

"Did you hear who's your patient today..." Carla asked as you shook your head,

"Not really..." 

"Tulsa McLean!" Carla pretended to swoon as your (S/C) cheeks began to turn red. Everyone in the infirmary knew that you had a thing for "T-Tulsa... As in the Tank Crewman?" your (E/C) sparkling at the mention of his name.

"No Oklahoma, Yes that Tulsa..." Carla smirked, "And he Requested you." 

"He knows who I am..." 

"You're a woman with two legs and a working pu-"

"Okay, Carla, thank you, I get it, I'll take his chart now... " You shake your head, laughing. Tulsa was lying down with his foot propped as he began coughing the more he'd seen you walk closer.

 "A-Ah Nurse (Y/N), Thank you for comin over so quickly." Tulsa coughed again as his blue eyes looked into your (E/C) eyes. 

"What's wrong, Soldier." You give him what you hoped was a flirty smile, 

"Well, I-I have a u-uh cold, no a fever, a flu! Yeah, the flu in my foot."He says as you sit next to him, 

"Well, let me check your temperature." Taking the thermometer from your pocket, you place it in his mouth, "Tell me... How'd you get the flu in your foot..."

"Well, Cookie coughed on it and..."

"Ah yes, Cookie... He's always in here." You smile, leaning in to get the thermometer as you do all the other procedures, "But I don't think it's how you get the flu in your foot." Tulsa blushed out of embarrassment, 

"But I-I... That's tight!"

"Blood pressure," You say, trying not to focus on his eyes, his chiseled chin, and those lips you're leaning closer, towards, 

"(Y/LN)!"

"I'll be right back,"

"Take your time honey, I-I mean (Y/N)," Tulsa watched you walk away as he whistled, sure he could be a flirt. But, he really did like you. He found you interesting. And kind, sweet, a bit shy, but he knew you wouldn't want someone like him. You were a nurse, you kept him safe, and you'd want someone stable, not going from place to place window shopping for girls. 

"Well..."

"Well... What's going on with me (Y/N)"

"It's not looking good..." You tease as he gets worried, "I think you've got cardodaciligitis..." You try not to laugh as he looks like a helpless child.

"What's that..." 

"It means you don't have the flu in your foot. But you do have a budding sore throat." You say as he sighs,

"So no singin tonight?"He asked,

"I'm afraid not." 

"Well, what can I do," He leans in, closer as your (S/C) cheeks turn red again. Tulsa took notice as he had a sneaky idea. His hand brushes against yours as you feel an electric fire course through you.

 "Rest, and if you need me, just-" You felt his pillowy, soft, dreamy lips on yours as you held onto him, his hand on your waist and the other on your cheek as he was slowly touching your (H/T) his fingers lost in your (H/C) locks. You kissed back, and your heart nearly stopped. This was something you dreamed of. 

"Kiss ya..." He winked

"Yes... I mean, no... I mean, call my name I..." 

"(Y/N)?" Tulsa asked,

"Yes..." 

"Do I make you nervous?"

"No."

"(Y/N)... The truth."

"Okay, okay, I really like you, and I didn't think you'd ever like me back and-" His lips were on yours again as a soft moan left your lips, following a whimper due to the fact he left your lips lonely again. 

"Darlin, I like you too, matter of fact?"

"Yes?"

"When I get better, I wanna take you out, make an honest woman out of ya the whole nine yards!"

"You would do that?"

"Yes (Y/N)..." 

"Why?"

"Cause maybe I like ya too," He kissed your cheek as you held your hand there, gushing over the G.I. 

*Extra*

The next day, you trotted into the infirmary, blushing and giggling as you threw yourself over the counter, 

"Carla, guess what!"

"What (Y/N)?" 

"Operation G.I. completed."

"You mean..."

"Tulsa kissed me!" Both you and Carla freak out.

"And...What was it like?"

"It was like kissing a cloud." You swoon as Carla laughs, "So what now, is it just a kiss, or is he seri-"

"(F/C) roses for (Y/N) (L/N)." 

"Oh, thank you," Taking the card from the stems, you open it and read it as Carla looks over your shoulder.

Thank you for taking good care of me,

             Ps.

Ever since I kissed your lips, I've officially stopped hopping around. I Can't wait to see you tonight.

                                      Hopeful to be your

Love,

Tulsa McLean

"That definitely means you're dating..."

"Carla!" 

"It does!" 

"Oh my God, your hair! and makeup, and what are you going to wear!" You watch Carla walk off as you keep reading the last part of the note.

Love,

Tulsa McLean

And that was something you knew you waited a while to want to do.

[thelargefrye]

👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 with mingi please~~

[ A FAMILY MONTAGE ] — mingi invites you to spend time with him and his mom

pairing : mingi x f!reader genre : idol au, dad!ateez, hurt / comfort warnings : mentions of family issues, yn doesn’t talk with her family

mingi always wondered why you never talked about your family. he knew you were a very closed off person and have long ago accepted that about you, but to never mention your parents? siblings? he just wasn’t sure he could understand it.

or maybe he wasn’t meant to understand why you didn’t talk about your family. he wants to ask, but he knows that’s probably not something you’re comfortable talking about yet.

mingi accepts that he will just wait until you’re ready, and until then, he will just make sure you’re not lonely. even if that means he has to invite you over to his mom’s apartment to spend time with the both of them.

“oh y/n, i’m glad you could stop by!” mingi is brought out of his thought by his mom’s voice as she speaks to you. honestly, he didn’t think you would actually come over when he invited you to spend the evening with him and his mom.

mingi basically almost trips as he comes up behind his mom in order to greet you. mingi immediately takes in how you are not wearing your usual sweatpants and hoodie, but instead wearing jeans and a nice shirt. he’s surprised by your outfit despite there really being nothing out of the ordinary about it. it’s just something that didn’t seem… you.

his mother lets you in before she leave you and mingi alone at the entrance as she goes back to finishing up dinner.

“you came,” he says looking at you with wide eyes.

“i did, did you not want me too?” you ask with a raised eyebrow and mingi immediately tries to defend himself. “i’m just kidding mingi, calm down,” you say with a laugh as you walk past him and further into the apartment.

dinner goes by smoothly with you and mingi’s mother getting along well and the rapper is happy to see it. he’s happy to know that you and his mother get along well and he feels contempt with just sitting here and watching the two of you.

“so, y/n, what do your parents do?” his mom asks and mingi feels his stomach drop as he looks over at you.

“u-uh, eomma, let’s not—

“they’re both lawyers,” you answer cutting mingi off as you give his mother a small smile. “but i don’t really talk to them. we… have a complicated relationship and don’t really get along,” you tell them and mingi wants to reach over and hold your hand, but stops himself.

he’s still unsure of what your boundaries are with him or just in general.

“oh, i’m sorry, dear,” his mother says and probably feels the same way he does right now.

“it’s okay, it doesn’t bother me as much as some people might think. that’s often why i don’t talk about them… because there’s nothing too talk about.”

“well, just know that you are always welcomed here if you ever need any motherly help or advice. or even if you just need someone to hug. i know mingi also wouldn’t mind that last one,” she says with a laugh making you laugh as well while the rapper tries to fight the blush down.

“e-eomma!” mingi says with a pout that only makes you both laugh harder at him.

later when mingi walks you back to your apartment next door, you can tell he wants to say something, but is fighting against it.

“what’s wrong, mingi?” you finally ask as you lean against the wall next to your door.

“thank you,” he says catching you off guard.

“for what?”

“for opening up just a little bit to me and mom. i know you don’t necessarily like that, but just know that i really appreciate it,” he confesses making your heart beat stutter for a moment.

“w-whatever, it doesn’t matter,” you stutter as you turn to try and open your apartment door. mingi cracks a small smile at your stuttering self and does his best to bite back a laugh.

“i’ll see you later,” he says giving you a small wave.

“whatever, see ya,” you say before closing your door quickly. you suddenly open it back up, “thanks for tonight,” you then close it making mingi’s smile grow more before he heads back next door where his mom was waiting for him.

“you need to hurry up and marry her.”

“eomma!”

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[vanwritesfan-fiction]

I Hate U (18+) (Request)

Words: 1,678

Warnings: Smut, Language, Angst, Fighting

“I can hear the wheels turning, Y/N. Just ask me.”

Jack tapped the table to get your attention. You were sitting at a table in the back of his favorite restaurant, Siveche in Louisville. You looked up from your hands, where you had been picking at the skin around your nails for the last hour. Jack’s eyes were a deeper blue than usual, his curls perfectly framing his face. He had never looked so good before.

The first rule of friends with benefits- don’t get attached. It never ends well, someone always gets hurt. So, when you saw Jack kissing someone else in a paparazzi photo last night, you promised yourself you wouldn’t bring it up. You weren’t committed to one another, and he was free to date whoever he wanted, as were you. “I don’t have anything to ask you, Jack.” You took a sip from your glass of wine, choking as the liquid went down your throat. “You’re a bad liar. What’s on your mind?” Jack turned his full attention to you, arms crossed over the table, and you had never felt so scrutinized before under his stare. “Just drop it.” You tone was steady, but your eyes were pleading. Bringing this up might blow up the best relationship you’ve ever had, even if you weren’t actually in a relationship.

The rest of dinner was quiet, as was the drive back to your apartment. He turned off the engine as he pulled into a parking spot in front of your building, but neither of you got out. Jack was walking on eggshells around you because he wasn’t sure if something was really wrong, and you weren’t sure if you could keep you mouth shut for the rest of the night. “You wanna fuck in the car?” Jack tried to break the silence with a joke, but you weren’t in a laughing mood. You turned away from him, rolling your eyes as you looked out of the window.

Jack had had enough. “Get out.” His voice was commanding, and it surprised you, so you quickly opened your door. You stood on the sidewalk, delaying the walk up the stairs. “Go.” He kept the same stern tone as he motioned for you to get up the stairs. You filed up the stairs behind him, Jack stepping aside so you could unlock the door. You flipped on the light to your living room, hanging your handbag on the back of the closet door. “I don’t feel like having sex tonig-“, Jack cut you off. “Go. Bed. Now.” You trotted back to the bedroom, the streetlight outside your window the only light you had to find your way. Jack plopped down on your bed, pulling you by the wrist so you were standing between his legs. “Take your clothes off.” Jack layed back on the bed, his hands folded behind his head as he prepared to watch your strip show.

You’d been intimate with Jack hundreds of times, and it was old hat to be naked in front of him, even when you weren’t fucking, but for some reason it didn’t feel right anymore. Knowing that he might have been with someone else recently, touching their body in the most vulnerable places, it made your stomach churn. “I’m tired and just want to go to bed. You’re welcome to stay the night.” You walked over to your bathroom and turned on the water in your shower. Jack followed you in, not even acknowledging the fact you were fully naked. “What are you doing?” you used your hands to cover yourself. Jack leaned against the counter, rubbing his hands over his face. “What the hell is going on with you?” “I said nothing.”

“You’re lying.” Jack held eye contact with you, and you dropped it, your tell. The question was burning inside of you, and you weren’t sure how much longer you could hold it in. “Are you seeing someone else?” You asked as you kept your eyes on the floor. “What?” Jack handed you a towel to cover yourself, holding it open for you to wrap around your body. He tried to pull you in for a hug, but you stepped back. “Answer the question. Are you seeing someone else?” Jack ran his hands through his hair, his tell. “Does it matter?” you pushed past him at his confession; you couldn’t even look at him anymore. You grabbed an oversized tee, put it on and headed to the living room. You layed down on the couch and turned the TV on. Jack sat down next to you, his body turned towards yours.

“Does it bother you that I’m seeing someone else?”

“No”, you kept your eyes on the TV.

“So, if I told you that were getting serious, it wouldn’t bother you.”

You turned to him, tears brimming in your eyes. “Are you?” you were worried more than curious. Jack sighed, leaning back on the couch, his head resting on the back of the cushion. “Fuck you Jack.” You stood up, throwing the remote on Jack’s lap. “Why does it matter to you?” You stopped in your tracks, your fists balling up subconsciously. You wanted to continue walking but you couldn’t. “Because I’m not seeing anyone else!” You wiped away the single tear that dared to roll down your cheek. “Woah, what is going on? We are “fuck buddies”, your words.”

You crossed your arms, defensive in your stance. “Well, what if I wanted more?”

“Since when?!” Jack asked in disbelief.

Jack stood up from the couch, walking toward you. You were about an arm’s length away when he reached out to you. Even if you weren’t together, he still cared for you, and he hated seeing you hurt. You didn’t want him to touch you, but he pulled you in anyway, wrapping his arms tightly around your torso, his lips grazing your ear. “Don’t do this.” He whispered while he gently grazed his fingers up and down your arm, making you shiver. He placed gentle kisses on your jaw, trying to take your mind off of your fight. Your core clenched as his lips traveled down to your collar bone, Jack using a gentle sucking motion on your skin. About to erupt, you pulled his head up and crashed lips, your tongue exploring his mouth as his hands roamed under your shirt. “Do you want me?” Your next kiss was all the confirmation he needed. You were still mad, but your body craved him, and any issues would have to wait. Jack picked you up, carrying you to the bedroom, slowly lowering you down on the bed as he climbed on top of you.

Your pussy definitely craved Jack, wanting to be filled up and pleasured, but your heart hated the man on top of you. When he tried to kiss you again, you turned your head, Jack backing off at you rejection. He slid down your body, hovering over your wet pussy before he latched onto your clit, the sucking sensation making your hips buck into his face. He quickly releases, placing gentle kisses on your inner thighs, each touch making your core clench. You tried to grab his head to guide him, but he was quick to chastise you. “Don’t touch.” His command made you angry, your face burning red. “Don’t tell me what to do.” You tried to push his head away, but he wasn’t deterred. “I hate you.” The words were quiet enough that Jack couldn’t make out what you said, but the sound got his attention. He looked up at you, the sight of him latching onto you made your muscles clench. He continued alternating between licking and sucking, and you grinded against his mouth, his tongue dragging up and down your slit.

“I said I fucking hate you.” He looked up at you, his eyebrows raising at your statement. Your words contradicted your actions, your body writhing underneath him as you hurled insults. “You don’t hate me.” He got up and sat back on his heels as he adjusted your body, your legs stretched above your torso. He entered you, your positioning making your pussy feel extra tight, a groan escaping his lips. You shook your head, your mouth agape at the feeling of being stuffed. “I do”, you edged out, breathless from his deep thrusts, “I hate that I can’t stop thinking about you. I hate that you’re so sexy and amazing. It makes me fucking sick.” Jack wasn’t sure why you waited till now to tell him this; you had been hooking up for months, and never before had you expressed any hatred for him. He was tempted to stop, but you clenched down around him, pulling him into your pussy deeper, and the sensation caused the lustful side of him to take over. He leaned the weight of his body onto your legs, your thighs close to your shoulders. The angle allowed him to drive deeper, and you could feel every inch of him.

You could no longer hold in the feeling you had for Jack. You loved him so much, but he was unavailable to you, and it was your own fault. You had held him at arm’s length your entire relationship because you thought that was what you wanted. “I don’t want you to be with anyone else. You have ruined me for other guys. I can’t even think about anyone else fucking me.” He thrusted harder into you with every word that spilled from your lips. It was turning him on that you needed him this much. You were his, and he wanted to claim you. You wrapped your legs around his waist, hooking your ankles together so he was stuck in this position. Jack stopped, still deep inside of you. You were both breathless, Jack’s head spinning from your words. “Do you want me to stop?” You just looked at him for a minute; truthfully you didn’t know. “Fuck me harder.” You didn’t know where the boldness came from, but you’d deal with the consequences later.

[just-my-type-x]

Tell Me How You Really Feel

Based on Would You by The Vamps

@bronwiebear-brad got u ♥️

"Can you, please, tell me what's wrong with you?", Brad asks me and i take a gulp of my cocktail, trying to ignore his question. "We can't spend the rest of our holiday like this", he sighs and picks up his towel, heading back to the hotel, leaving me on the beach. I sigh and try to take in the beauty of my view, but it angers me more than it relaxes me. I finish my drink, pick up the rest of the stuff and get inside too.

"Bradley", i close the door behind me and he turns around when he hears me, coming back from the balcony. "Why are we on holiday?", i walk past him towards the balcony to put my towel up to dry in the wind. I know he's standing behind me with his arms crossed at his chest, frowned, almost tapping his foot nervously on the floor.

"Trying to save what's left of us?", he answers with an angry tone, which i do not blame him for. "Tell me how you really feel about us, y/n. Because I'm really curious how much you actually want us together anymore.", he sits on the end of the bed, watching me carefully, his teary eyes analysing my face features. I stand in front of him, looking down in his direction, but ditching eye contact.

"How can you be curious of something like that, Bradley?", i scoff and turn my back to him, only to face him again when he starts to speak.

"You don't even call me love, babe, at least tell me to fuck off and i would!", he gets up and comes closer to me, but not as close as a boyfriend. We feel like strangers, act like them and soon, we will be strangers. "If i walked out that fucking door right now, would you even follow me? Would you even miss me or realise that we're done, we're over?", a tear almost falls off his cheek, but he's quick to run his hands over his face. I stay silent for a few seconds, too many, in fact. Brad scoffs and walks to the closet to take his clothes out.

"What are you doing?", i ask, uneasy

"I'm leaving. The trip is paid, you can take the rest of the days to make up your mind. I'll br in Birmingham waiting for your decision", he angrily tosses the clothes on the bed and i catch his arm, turning him to face me.

"Hey, stop. This is not who we are", i raise my voice and he raises his eyebrows.

"You decided this is us, y/n! I seem to not interest you anymore and let's be honest here, you haven't showed one gram of affection towards me ever since i came back from tour. I thought this vacation will be good for us, to get romantic again, but you're colder and colder by the day. Don't go wasting my time when you don't want yours to be wasted either", he takes off his beach shorts and gets dressed quickly in denim shorts and a loose shirt, closing up his suitcase. We fight, i pull him by the arm to stay with me, but i let him go soon after ny first try.

"Have a nice flight, Brad"

"Oh, so it's Brad now. I'll have the best one away from you.", he pushes the suitcase out of the room. "Take care", his voice breaks when closing the door behind him.

🥀🥀🥀

A month later I'm invited to James' birthday party, which i go to feeling like an imposter. I greet everyone and hug my closest friends, making small talk and earning a few apologetical statements from some of them about Brad and i's break up. I look down, trying to dodge eye contact, because lately i realised that the break up was not needed and i was just in a bad place, not being able to provide the relationship what was needed.

I see James and walk over to him, handing him his gift and tightly hugging him, ending up in a long conversation, that felt like hours, not briefly 10 minutes. Kirstie joins us soon after we finish talking about their wedding anniversary vacation.

"I think someone here wants to have some alone time with you", James takes a sip of scotch and points somewhere behind me and i see Brad ignoring a conversation, while he's looking straight in my eyes when i turn around. I excuse myself from James and Kirstie and walk towards him.

He takes me by my hand and walks me out of the big living room and we go right outside the house, in the small garden. I feel my whole body tense, wishing his hand was still in mine.

"I'm sorry", i burst out and Brad laughs

"I've played gamed enough to see through a lie", he takes a sip of gin and looks away from me

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Are you really sorry? You didn't bother to let me know you're still alive when you got home. I had to call your parents"

"I know", i whisper and look away from him

"You kno-, you know. Wow", he scoffs again and empties his glass, throwing it away from us, breaking somewhere on the pavement. "Did you talk to them about us?"

"i did, yeah. And i really meant it that I'm sorry", i lean on the wall on my back, looking straight ahead

"And what did you tell them? That we're holiday-ing in different parts of the world?", Brad lets out a small laugh and i know the joke was meant to break the tension. "Did your face light up the way it used to?", i look at him and a sad smile is on his face, watching me closely. He comes next to me and lays on the wall like me.

"No, i told them I fucked up. I couldn't lie to them, i was a wreck. I'm an asshole for not talking to you anymore, but i didn't deserve you or your answers. I'm sorry i wasn't able to bring what you needed into our relationship, the last months have been so hard for me. I guess i let distance break us apart and i didn’t even try to get you back ", my voice breaks and Brad is quick to hug me tight at his chest, the way he always used to when i was sad.

"We don't deserve each other from many points of view, but I'm down to try and change that. If you want that too", he kisses the top of my head and the last part is whispered, like he was too scared to find out my choice.

"I want that. I'm not ready to give you up, i swear", we hug one more time and we get inside the house, hand in hand, offering each other quick, cheeky smiles every now and then.

[honeyedmiller]

Bubblegum Princess // Pedro Pascal

warnings: none really except fluff

word count: 1.2k

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synopsis: It's 1984 and Pedro falls smitten with a certain someone who has a knack for popping bubblegum.

[a/n: I KNOW that Pedrito was born in '75 so the timeline doesn't correlate literally at all but just go with it u feel me... also he's a teenage skater boy in this LMAO :))) ]

This was written in third person too okay hope u enjoyyyyy<3

It was a hot summer day in 1984, and y/n couldn't have been more thankful for the central air system at her job. It was nice and cold in the town's small CD and video store. Although she was content with the cool air blowing all around her, she longed to be outside where everyone else was. 

Everyone was at the town's public pool, getting ice cream at the shop down the street, or hanging out at the skate park that was recently built. Her shift luckily ended in an hour, and she was hoping she'd be able to soak up some sun by the pool before the day's end.

She chewed on her pink bubblegum in boredom, knowing that no one was really going to walk into the shop anytime soon. Her thoughts were proven wrong when she heard the shop's bell jingle, indicating someone had walked in. 

She looked up from behind the counter, noticing a tall, rather handsome boy. He had kind dark brown eyes, brown fluffy hair and tan skin. He carried his skateboard in with him, a few scrapes on his elbows from falling a few times. She'd recognized him — they went to school together, and were in the same grade. They'd never talked before, though, simply because they weren't in the same type of friend group.

He finally made eye contact with y/n, and a pink tinge came upon her cheeks as he smiled at her. Even his smile was beautiful. 

"Is there something I can help you with? Anything in particular you're looking for?" The shy girl asks, mustering up as much confidence as she could. 

"Just browsing." The boy simply answered, going through a collection of the newest stocked CD's. Y/n took notice that he gravitated toward Prince's new Purple Rain album.

"'S a good album right there. Let me know if you need help." Y/n sighed softly, sitting back on the stool that was provided for her behind the counter. She flipped through a magazine and chewed her gum once more, blowing bubbles this time. 

A few minutes later, the boy walked up to the counter with a couple of CD's, including Purple Rain. Y/n put down the magazine, ready to ring up his items. She noticed the album choice, a ghost of a smile crossing her lips. Subconsciously, y/n blew another bubble, which fascinated the boy. 

"Nice bubble." He said, laughing. The bubble popped just in time, and y/n laughed in embarrassment. 

"Sorry, it's a habit," She says. "Your total is $7.32." She looks at the boy as he dug in his pocket for a $10 bill. 

"What's your name? I feel like I've seen you somewhere before." The boy asks, looking at her intently. 

"You have. We go to school together," She simply states, stunning him. She gave him his change back and bagged up his purchase. "The name's y/n, by the way." She answered with a little more confidence, and the boy immediately noticed. 

"I'm Pedro," He smiles and extends his hand, and y/n gladly shakes it. "Do you have a piece of paper, or a post-it at that?" Pedro asks, raising an eyebrow at y/n. She nods, slightly confused as to why he'd ask. She handed him the square, yellow notepad as he wrote something down. He handed the paper back to her, and her eyes immediately grazed over it. It was his name and house number. 

"Call me sometime, I'd love to take you out for an ice cream or something." He smiles at her one last time before exiting the shop, skating away. 

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Throughout the whole summer, y/n and Pedro were inseparable. He'd visit her at the shop quite often, just to say hi or plan something for the two of them the same evening. She'd also spend hours watching him at the skate park, Pedro trying to master a new trick every couple of weeks.

He took her to the town's new roller skating rink and taught her how to keep balance, and to the arcade where he mercilessly beat her at Pac-Man. He even took her to his secret thinking spot, which happened to be a high hilltop that overlooked the town and all its dazzling lights at night.

They even went to the county fair together where he was too good at the games, winning her three stuffed plushies. They shared food that shouldn't be fried but was, took lots of photos on y/n's disposable Kodak camera, and rode as many rides as they could stomach.

Y/n had quickly fell for Pedro, but she was too afraid to tell him. She didn't want an amazing friendship to end so quickly if she'd confessed to him how she really felt. 

It went on like that for a year. It was now the summer of 1985, and y/n and Pedro were closer than ever. Everyone at school knew they were inseparable best friends, which confused quite a few people at first seeing they were polar opposites — physically, anyhow. Little did everyone know, they had so much more in common with each other. 

They were going to be college freshman in the fall, and it'd turned out by coincidence that the two best friends would be attending the same college after graduating. 

Pedro had taken y/n to their secret hilltop hideout, and they'd planned a nice picnic for the two of them. Y/n wore a pretty, yellow sundress that Pedro could never forget. Little did y/n know, over the past year, the boy, too, had fallen for her and had become completely infatuated. 

Y/n finished setting down the blanket and began taking out the food they'd packed in the small basket. She notoriously popped her bubblegum that she still absentmindedly loved to chew. She blew one big bubble, and Pedro ended up popping it with his finger. 

"Hey!" y/n pouted, looking at the handsome boy. He laughed in amusement, sitting down next to the beautiful girl. 

"Time's up, bubblegum princess. You have to eat real food now." The boy teased, making y/n laugh. Oh, how he loved that sound. 

They dug into the meal they packed, talking as time went by. The sun was soon setting, creating that perfect golden hour. Y/n looked at Pedro as he talked, popping another piece of gum into her mouth. She stared at the boy in amusement, and he noticed a couple of minutes after. He looked at her, matching her intensity. 

His lips parted slightly, thinking this might be the perfect chance to do what he's wanted to do for the past year. 

Screw it, he thought, as one of his arms slowly reach for her face. His hand rested gently on her cheek, and he noticed that y/n started to blush. He took the opportunity to close the space between them, and finally kiss the girl. 

It was just as they both imagined it — soft, careful and perfect. It was silent all around then except for the sound of their lips smacking. Eventually, they pulled away with big smiles playing on both of their lips. He rested his forehead against hers, both of them trying to even out their breathing again. After a short pause, Pedro spoke.

"Tastes like bubblegum." He looked at the girl as she began to laugh, and he found himself falling in love with her even more than he already had.

[niobe-loreley]

Hey! I love your series with Sierra Six x reader! Please continue w part 3 ! <3

well, since u asked so anonymously eheh HERE IT IS

(see author's notes far below)

disclaimer: pictures are NOT MINE, but the edited version of it is for the fic. still, credits to the rightful owners and to canva + weheartit. additionally, i am not a subic/zambales native so my apologies for any wrong locations or descriptions or language.

Heaven Is In A Shortcake {iii}

Six x Fem!Reader / Courtland Gentry x Fem!Reader

warnings: occasional swear words. slow burn. fluff. trust issues. culture shock. check word count.

CHAPTER SELECTION is in the✨Masterlist✨ Chapter 2 - why hello there, previous chapter here, look for me in the masterlist Chapter 3 - this is it [next chapter link is posted below for suspense & convenience hehe]

words: 3.3k (N/N) = nickname *Kiara = Claire *Kurt = Court *cover names / reader doesn't know (except you really do know #wreckthe4thwall)

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Eighteen years.. two hundred, sixteen months.. six thousand, five hundred, seventy-four days�� That’s how long he’s been a Sierra.

For almost two decades, Court has killed two cemeteries worth of people. He only felt nervous during the first month, and after that, everything was easy.

Except now.

He stays behind you and Claire as the three of you march around the mall. You’re pointing at stores and sharing relevant information about them, Claire is actively listening and asking questions.

In all his Sierra years, Court has never felt as nervous as he is now. He feels so exposed, even though no one is watching the three of you. And the paranoia ceaselessly courses through his nerves.

Are you leading them to your mercenary friends? How are you contacting them? How many knives do you have hidden in your cropped shirt and black joggers? Maybe the knives are in your Chucks. 

Court heavily scrutinizes every inch of you, from head to toe. Looking for any wires, holsters, or knife handles— but to no avail.

And then he switches to the other half of his consciousness where he thinks you’re just a civilian— Claire is his top priority, but how can he protect you too? Can you fight? What will you do when you’re held at gunpoint? Will you leave them in the face of danger?

You suddenly cry out. "Ah—!"

Court immediately stops scouring the vicinity. He looks over to find you and Claire stepping towards three women each with their own dogs.

"—May I pet your dogs?" you asks energetically.

Clair is excited. "Me, too?!"

The ladies chuckle. "Sure!"

Court quietly huffs, adjusting the cap on his head, he waits for you and Claire to finish petting the dogs. He glares at you for a second before taking another gander. It's not that he has an entirely bad feeling that something may happen, he just feels anxious for having someone else's company besides Claire.

"Aww, those dogs are too cute!" you coo, reluctantly walking away.

"I don't think you're good for me, (N/N)." Claire breathes out, "You're very vigorous."

"Oh, fuc— fudge!" you stop your tracks, gently gripping Claire's shoulder, you take the paper bag from her. "Kiara, are you okay?"

Court is quick to squat down in front of her. "Is it bad?" he solemnly asks.

She shakes her head. "No... Just need—" she pauses to pull down her facemask, "—to catch my breath."

"Sure?"

"Just another Thursday."

Court decides to trust her words and reassuring smile.

"There's some benches out there." you say, "Lucky that we're near the exit."

Claire suddenly grasps your hand when you're about to lead the way. Court exchanges incredulous looks with you; Claire knows how to be cautious, he's taught her well. But if she's willing to take your hand, then he hopes, for your sake, you won't do anything to hurt her. Rising up, he takes the teen's other hand.

"Want me to piggyback you?" you inquire before he could.

"No, I should walk this off." Claire grins, "Maybe some other time, though."

You laugh. "If I didn't know any better you, you were setting me up for that."

"Not in my original plan, but guilty as charged.."

Court follows your pace as the three of you exit the mall. You guide them through the garden pathway and find a vacant bench. The weather is cloudy, but not enough to induce rain, patches of sunlight successfully streaks through from time to time. You let Claire sit down near the armrest before you take the spot on her right. Court takes a gander before he crouches down in front of Claire.

"Would like some water?" you ask, placing the paper bag on your lap, you open up your pouch. "I have a small bottle here for emergencies."

"It's so tiny," she coughs a laugh. "Are you sure?"

"You're kinda having an emergency, so yeah."

Claire and Court share a look before she nods at you. Even if it's a sealed bottle, there are ways to bypass it, but evidence would show. You open up the bottle and hand it to Claire. Court forces himself not to take the bottle for inspection first, instead he furtively slips a hand in his left pants-pocket, feeling security in the cold steel that brushes against his finger.

"Thanks," Claire returns the bottle after taking a mouthful.

You place the bottle back in your pouch, gently running your palm on Claire's back. "Maybe you should lean back," you say, "Or lie down on the bench."

"Nah, people might stare."

"I'll gouge out their eyes for you."

"Please tell me you're joking."

"I am— slightly. But seriously though, take a gentle breath in.. and then out."

Claire mimics you until she swears she feels her heart is as normal as it can be. "I'm sorry, I got too excited." she sheepishly says.

"Oh, don't be. I should be the one apologizing," you scratch your head, looking down in shame. "It flew over my head that you may get tired easily."

"Maybe we should drive by the hospital before going home." Court suggests.

Claire sighs. "Alright.. but I don't wanna go yet."

"That's okay," Court nods, standing up.

"But the second you're in more pain than before, you and your dad are going to the hospital!" you say in an authoritative voice.

The father-daughter duo stares at you like you've grown another head. "Sorry, too much?" you laugh, reddening. "Though I was a tad bit serious about it."

"You're funny, (N/N)." Claire remarks amusedly.

You flourish your hand with a bow. "I'm glad that I can entertain you, milady. But I was still serious."

Claire snickers. "Okay, okay.."

"My name is (Y/N), by the way.. (N/N) is my nickname when working at the cafe." you disclose chirpily.

"(Y/N)," Claire says slowly, testing it out, she shakes her head, "Nah, I'm sticking with (N/N)."

As you share a laugh with Claire, Court can't help but think how better off the young girl is if she's with someone like you. Someone who can be a strong emotional support while simultaneously being hilarious. Court can only be the latter. He can feel Donald smacking him upside the head for letting such thoughts dwell. Claire may not have a normal life anymore, but Court will make sure she'll have a long one.

He sits on the spot beside you when Claire inquires what else you do besides working at Flour Cake De Liz. You disclose your weekly schedule as though you're talking to an old friend: Monday and Tuesday mornings at the cafe, while on the evenings at the Ril Steak. It's a family restaurant and bar during the day, still the same during the night except it turns into a night club on Wednesdays, Fridays, and Saturdays.

"And on Sundays, I typically man the pharmacy below my apartment. But it's also practically a general goods and merchandise store." you pause, deeply inhaling and exhaling. "Isn't that the most non-heart racing disclosure you've ever heard? I actually wanted to share my ghost stories, but I don't want to be the reason you're sent to the hospital."

Court is surprised.

Claire chuckles, lightly patting you on the arm. "Some other time, then." she says with a broad smile, "Thank you for that, (N/N)."

Court turns away as his astonishment doubles. He doesn't realize your intentions until now; he thinks you're just an eloquent chatterbox, but there's always more than meets the eye. Although, your unpredictability proliferates dread through his nerves immeasurably.

"There's some cotton candy!" you suddenly exclaim, pointing at an incoming vendor strolling through the path. He has to stop when people began crowding him.

"I'll buy some for us!" Claire declares, hopping off the bench.

"You sure?" you asks as you stand up.

"Yup!" she briskly walks away, fishing out her wallet.

"There's no stopping her, huh?" you chuckle, sitting back down.

"You should be more careful.. with Claire, I mean."

Your eyes widen at the girl's father, he's looking at you like you took candy from his baby girl. "I thought I was.. I'm sorry." you cast your gaze down, ashamed.

He shakes his head. "Sorry is not enough when she's fighting for her life in those damn hospital beds."

"I get it, okay?" you tighten your jaw.

"You get it?" he heaves a brow mockingly.

"Yes, I understand. That's why I'm apologizing."

"How would you understand when your life's not the one on the line here?"

“Because someone else is!" you instinctively raise your voice, breathing out a sigh to calm yourself, you soften your volume. But it's blazing with fury as you speak. "You know what.. if you’re so annoyed with me, then you should’ve just told Kiara that you don’t want me hanging out with you two.”

"She didn’t ask me because she knows what I’ll say. She asked you— you should’ve declined her offer.” he proclaims chidingly.

“Have you seen your daughter? She’s charming and lively despite her condition.”

“So, you’re doing this for pity.”

“No, I’m doing this because I have compassion. I’m guessing you don’t have that in your vocabulary, Mr. Dipshit—”

That stung more than Court has anticipated.

“—Better write it on your forehead with permanent marker!”

“Leave, then.. if you’re so mad.”

"I’m not leaving because you’re making me, I’ll leave when Kiara tells me to. But just so you know, I don’t like you anymore."

"Here~ are~ the cotton candies!" Claire skips back to the bench, holding three cotton candies, she halts as she perceives the dark clouds above you and Court's heads. "Is everything all right?"

"Yup!" you beam, rising up like the morning sun, clearing the clouds away. You grab two of the cotton candies and outstretch one to him. "We're all right, right?"

He looks at you for a good five seconds—yes, you counted— and grabs the cotton candy. The stick holding the fluffy sweet is short, it's inevitable for his fingers to brush above yours. But what can be avoided is the blood heating up your cheeks.

You're vexed at him, right? He's looking at you like you're a child, right? And he thinks you're careless with his daughter, right? 

That's right— putangina niya!

His daughter doesn't even resemble him. Fortunately, her good looks may have come from her mother.

"Mine tastes like apple!" Claire giggles, sitting beside her dad.

You continue to stand, finding pride that you appear to be towering over him like this. "Mine is," you pause to take a mouthful of the blue threads, "bubblegum!"

Claire turns to Court, who accidentally tears a strip of pink cotton candy instead of biting on a chunk. He pulls on the piece, splitting it into two, and mindfully chews. "Strawberry," he says with a smack of his lips, extending half of the piece to Claire.

She laughs and takes the half, popping it in her mouth. "Strawberry," she nods with a toothy grin.

Court lets a small smile etch on his blank face, and you feel your stomach churn in delight. The way he's gentle towards her is very sweet, it nearly softens your anger at him until you remind yourself that he can be a dickwad. But that's probably due to his overprotectiveness of his daughter.

Maybe he is right about you.. being careless to such a charismatic girl with a frail heart.

Damn— first, he gaslights you, you got angry at him. And now, you're gaslighting yourself.

At least, you're being honest with yourself.. right?

"(N/N)? What's wrong?" Claire asks.

You snap out of your daze. "Huh? What do you mean?"

"You're staring out into space."

"Oh.. sorry. I saw a comet."

Claire snorts and gestures to the bench. You see Court watching you from your peripheral as you plop down beside his daughter, so you secure a respectable space. The three of you decide to eat in silence, you try not to look awkward as you feel like he doesn't want your presence near them anymore.

Maybe that's just a wild assumption. You focus on the way the cotton candy melts at the touch of your tongue, and as you give it a little chew, it feels like you're softly chomping on bubblegum. For a moment, you're a child, thinking about nothing yet everything at once. Like how cotton candy is made, why doesn't it fall apart instantly, what other flavors are good to be cotton candy..

You stop your internal musings when you notice Claire turning to look at you. You lift a curious brow, and she beams at you, so you beam right back. She then whirls to Court and beams at him, he gives his usual tiny smile, which somehow reaches his eyes.

Claire then faces forward, chuckling delightfully. This astonishes and amuses you simultaneously. You exchange looks with Court, who appears just as clueless as you are, but it makes you pft. He looked absolutely perplexed, it's so unnatural from his monotonous demeanor that you can't help stifling a laugh.

After finishing the cotton candies, the three of you throw the sticks in a nearby trashbin. You see Court holding a gum packet, and you ask for one in exchange for four Tic Tacs. He gives you a piece while Claire takes the Tic Tacs. You walk with them through the mall since they parked at the other end.

"This is my stop," you say once you've exited the mall. The heat easily blasts off the coolness in your skin. "See you two around?"

You wanted to ask if they'll come by the cafe tomorrow, but you didn't want to sound too eager. You're starting to like their company, the girl especially, and as for her dad.. he's tolerable to have around.

"You don't want a ride?" Claire asks without warning.

You nearly swallow your gum. "No, I'm fine. Thanks for the offer," you glance at Court. "I'm heading to SM Olongapo. Eliza, the cafe owner, just texted me that Mindy texted her about buying several baking supplies."

"How'd they know you're here?" Court asks, taking a step towards you.

You furrowed your brows. "They saw my IG story—"

"Are we in it, too?" he's now toe to toe with you, towering over you menacingly.

Somehow, you stand your ground. "No," you reply frankly, "Why would I take your pictures without permission? Plus, we're not that close for you to be in my IG Story."

Sure, he looks scary. But his accusative tone irks you too much for you to be frightened.

He narrows his eyes incredulously, searching your own sharp gaze for any falsity. But he only finds fire and a very deep dislike growing towards him.

"Dad," Claire hisses at him.

He steps back, glances around, and grabs her by the arm. "Let's go," he murmurs.

Claire looks at you, ashamed. "I'm very sorry, (N/N)."

You shake your head. "It's okay—"

‘Your dad is just a menacing paranoid, who may think both the government and aliens are after him.’

"—If you still wanna borrow the books, find me in the cafe. Except on Wednesdays, Thursdays, and Sundays."

She nods and gives you a wave. Before you can wave back, she takes her dad's hand and they jog to the parking lot. You don’t wait for them to reach their car, you look at the list that Eliza sent you and begin your trek to the other mall.

If you’re weird, you think that this father-daughter duo is weirder. But mainly the father.

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You sigh as you deadbolt the door, secure the latches, and flick the shutters close. It’s been a long day— a full day. At the start of the working hour, a group of joggers began sweating up the place. You had to open the door and air-freshen the place after they left. They’re a nice bunch, so you gave them each a fruit for dessert. Though three of them are first-time customers,  they received an extra apple. The last customers were a group of friends and two couples on a double date, they all left at 22:30— right exactly on closing time.

It’s those busiest days of business. You didn’t even have time to lounge around and play mobile games, you’re gonna have to do your daily tasks as soon as you arrive home. And it nearly made you forget about the pair of customers you’ve been waiting around all day.

“Bye, (N/N)!!”

“Bye-bye!” you wave at Eunice, Troy, and Justin. They’re the afternoon workers on Fridays, but because of the customers ceaselessly piling in, they had to over-extend— fortunately, they’re happy to.

You switch your work shoes for your sneakers, you’ll just get here early tomorrow and clean them. Once you’re done changing into your out-of-work clothes, you look at your copies of TFIOS and Paper Towns tucked in the locker before you shut its door and turn—

“Ay, puta!” you exclaim, jumping back, you place a hand on your chest and wish it can pass through so you can pat your drumming heart. “Ano ba, Miranda Torres?!”

“Mas nagulat ako sa’yo, te!” she pushes herself off the lockers and slaps you on the shoulder, “Ano ba kase nasa isip mo at di mo namalayan andito ako?”

I was more shocked than you, sis! — What was on your mind that you didn’t notice that I’m here?

You sigh. “Wala lang..” There's nothing..

“Luh.. o baka naman sino?” Or maybe it’s someone?

“Hindi.” No.

“Defensive?”

“Offensive.”

Mindy pokes on your arm as you open the backdoor for her. “You can tell me, right?”

“Wala nga kase.” you chuckle, exiting after her, you lock the door.

There’s nothing to tell.

“Wala mo, mukha mo. Buong araw ka kaya tumitingin sa mga bintana o kaya naman tumatambay malapit sa pintuan!”

Nothing your face. You’ve been looking through the windows or even staying near the door!

“May nakilala ka kahapon sa mall?”

You met someone yesterday at the mall?

The father-daughter duo streaks through your mind. “None,” you make a face. “If I did, I would’ve been gushing to you and everyone about him or her.”

Mindy laughs. “True that, though”

“Ano pinag-uusapan niyo?” Muro puts out the cigarette he was using and throws it in the trashbin.

What are you talking about?

“Ba’t ka naninigarilyo?” Why are you smoking?

Muro and Mindy begin arguing as the three of you stroll to the parking lot. You usually tune them out, but right now, you listen to every word to try and forget about the father-daughter duo you’ve been waiting for. 

They didn’t show up. It disappoints you for some reason. But you remind yourself that most customers are one-time customers. Sure, this branch of the cafe has over 40 customers with a membership, and even those who aren’t a member still come by from time to time. You know several of those members and non-members, yet you don’t get attached to them.

But that’s because you haven’t spent one afternoon with them and enjoyed their company despite the momentary tensions.

As you start up your moped, you conclude that the father-daughter duo is a one-hit wonder. You mentally chastise yourself for growing attachments towards them when you haven’t even known them for 24 hours. They’ve probably fled the country because of your weirdness and superfluous hospitality.

"No, we're.. we're here indefinitely… I hope."

You hear Kurt’s voice in the back of your head as you drive home. And as you try to lock your memories of the father-daughter duo in a treasure chest, you begin to taste bubblegum cotton candy and watermelon gum on your tongue.

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A/N: so omg? first off, thanks for all the love! i'm absolutely ecstatic that you're all enjoying this ridiculous fic/x-reader of mine HAHAHAHA

second off, i had a chance to pass by Subic Harbor Point. IT WAS LIKE A TOUCH OF DESTINY. but me and my fam went to SM Olongapo instead, which inspired me in having the reader buy those baking supplies (which my ma actually did)

third off, sorry for not updating in a while (⊃｡•́‿•̀｡)⊃ i was away from fri to sun, went to the beach for a last-minute vacay and then IMMEDIATELY i have classes this monday (〒﹏〒) my body still hurts from playing beach v-ball

and lastly, as much as i want to update daily.. i may have to update on either Wednesdays or Thursdays (timezone: PT) but i'll be checking on tumblr often ₍₍ ◝(　ﾟ∀ ﾟ )◟ ⁾⁾

The portal to the next dimension part is this -> Chapter 4

[ebbarights]

alright so people won't be annoyed at me liveblogging a three day old episode with thoughts they have already seen a million times i will compile all my thoughts into one post so you can just skip this

SHIV PREGANTE??? i was 80 percent sure this was happening but i'm still fucking surprised just like with logan's death

the intro sounds soo fucky. like i thought there was something wrong with my speakers but this happening right after logan's death I LOVE IT

hiam abbass in intro we love to see it

i feel like i do have to add (since no one will read this anyway) that the reason it has taken this long for me to watch it is that i really really think watching succession is bad for me. like it kind of counts as self-harming behaviour i think. but yesterday i went on a long walk that really helped and now i feel more equipped for the episode. let's see if it undoes all the progress!!

MARCIAAAAAAAAAA MY LONGEST YEAH BOI EVER

this really is the season of hugs

'i'm sure it'll crush me eventually' 'pre-grieved' relatable repression king

my one wish for when the show is over is that someone makes a greg-less cut. just remove all of the scenes where greg's there

first sympathetic karl moment

the HEAVY swedish accent oskar has i love it

willa absolutely slaying that dress and marcia. queen on queen violence

krank real

'i have been worried that this was gonna happen for ages' real. whenever anything bad happens i have already anticipated it and so my emotions never feel real in the moment? like i've practiced them already so often that it's hard to feel something u know

kind of weird to say and probably gonna bite me in the ass later but it really seems like kendall is the most well-adjusted of all of them

'he's a bit racist' interesting use of present tense there roman. sure you've pre-grieved enough

kendall's second name is logan officially confirmed huh

frank openly laughing at greg i loooove it roman fully saying he hates him i am so here for this

is it real motif showing up yet again

i actually can't bear this frank kendall dialogue

did frank say 'he left you' or did he say 'he loved you'

roman just immediately leaving when tom shows up. same

i never would've guessed that shiv would blame herself. honey being on the plane didn't kill him. but it makes so much sense that she feels left behind and alone

i still want to know about how shiv and tom met and what that difficult time was

like i fully believe tom loves shiv and that he means what he says when he tries to comfort her. but with the background of his one ally being dead there's just no way that shiv can believe a word he says, and it's gotta be at least one motivating factor for him

DOG WITHOUT IT'S PERSON roman take a look at that mirror and see what you might find in there

clogged toilet -> bodily fluids motif really all the motifs making a comeback this episode

why is shiv like half a head taller than roman her heels aren't that high

STEWYYYYYYYYYYY

KERRYYYYYYYYYYYY

greg stop talking about being distasteful you fully asked for a job while logan was in a coma

i love roman being nice to kerry maybe i'm naive but i can't see an ulterior motive for that? unless he wants to be like logan oh my god please don't please no

romtom real (also i just accidentally typed rimtom. accidentally? guess we'll never know)

stewy lore his dad is 95 and is 'normal' enough to just randomly sue his neighbour

KENSTEWY REAL

haunted house motif real

i love willa's mom

roman's joking about growing old sharing a bed with his siblings like charlie and the chocolate factory but i'm serious i want that. in my life. both for them and for me and my friends

roman yet again being the only one who thinks about connor. at all

helping old ladies cross the street somebody kill me

roman admitting he betrayed them just so he can get a shot at ceo. well at least he told them himself?

here's the thing i kind of think kendall's right about shiv not really working but. god emotionally i will kill him for you shiv. cutting her out again?????

'i'm not trying to fuck anyone' ace king

shivshivshivshivshivshiv

GREG I LOATHE HIM

SHIVSHIVSHIVSHIVSHIV

connor's mom?????

jesus kendall. i knew he would do this but jesus.

once again the end titles music is so fucking amazing.

[oraclekleo]

🐚 Hey~ how are you doing today hun?

There’s not much space for alternative interpretation in this case. Tom would probably notice your natural feminine charm and your beauty (beauty is in the eye of the beholder so even if you don’t love yourself, Tom would feel utterly enchanted). He’s likely to feel stunned and hooked by the way you walk and talk. Your natural kindness and probably a soft way of speaking to people even when they act annoyingly is something that would catch his attention and spark his interest in you. Maybe he sees you solving a dispute in a gentle and diplomatic way and it absolutely astonishes him. Maybe he sees you dealing with a difficult pet in a soft and loving way and taming them like that much better than those who shout and yell. Even such a tiny thing as you enjoying a fresh apple might actually make Tom stumble. 

I loved the reading sm<333 the fact he would find me beautiful makes my heart so-🤰🦋. Yes, I do have habit of being nice n kind to people whom sometimes could be rude or annoying. Ohmygod! The fact Tom actually have two pets and I have such soft spot for them. The accuracy 💯👌🥰.

Tom might feel a bit naughty when following you in order to catch the right moment to approach you. He’s likely to observe you for a while, stealing and savouring glimpses of you from afar. He’s not nearly as confident as he should be when it comes to you. You might be going about your regular day and he will just shyly peek at you from behind corners, trees, shelves with books. The more he watches you, the more pulled towards you he feels because he’s getting to the conclusion, you are one interesting and astonishing person.

Gurl STOP! This is making me so happy 🤣 True, I do feel that Tom would be the shy type when he have feelings for someone at first, and u can see that when he had crush on Emma Watson but he never told her lol. Btw, I'm over the moon rn ngl lmao~

At a certain point the moment comes when Tom has to take all his courage and approach you. He’s likely to do so confidently now because he has already learned how to talk to you through watching you. He might just simply come to you, saying Hello and introducing himself to you and start a conversation. He’s not likely to use some tricks. This doesn't align with his morals. He’s a direct and plain speaking man, he likes to be honest with people and it’s likely for him to feel the same vibe from you. He knows you won’t mind him being open and straightforward with you. Tom is likely to be eloquent when he’s interested in a person so fasten your seatbelts, the chat over afternoon coffee might expand into an early morning philosophy discussions while watching sunrise.

OHMYG! So trueee. Tom mentioned once in his book that his personality don’t differ at all when he outdoors and indoors, he likes to be himself. And yes! I'm the type of person who would always be the one who speak their feelings and don't like to suger-coat your wrongs. Yes! Ofc, I do love discussions and sharing opinions w others. [Gemini mercury here lol]

Tom is likely to feel mesmerised by your resourcefulness and the ability to adapt to various situations. You have more than one talent and you probably cultivate many skills and hobbies because you have many interests. You like to experiment, to explore and to learn about stuff. You like to try new activities, you don’t really have prejudices against genres of art or against people. You approach the world with your mind open and willing to find beauty in everything. Tom absolutely loves that about you and while he himself might sometimes feel a little more conservative, you are his great inspiration.

Trueee!Trueee!Trueee!Trueee!Trueee!Trueee!Trueee!Trueee!Trueee!Trueee!Trueee!Trueee!Trueee!

I do have so many hobbies and talents, sometimes I have too many that I'm not able to know which one is my real talent lol [I get bored SO easily]. And I do love to explore the world and see the potential in it. Yeah! Tom once talked abt how he was raised in such conservative society. (If I'm not mistaken.)

Sometimes you need to destroy something in order to make space for something new. Maybe up till now you actually only felt platonic about Tom. Or maybe your romance wasn’t anything more than a summer fling. Tom certainly feels much more serious about your relationship, though, so when once again you try to keep things light and without commitments, he needs to prove you wrong by kissing you passionately. And whatever you thought about the relationship crashes and burns in the heat of his desire and yours. Welcome to the utterly new world which is upside down and spinning but feels really good.

Tom is both a romantic and determined type of man (HE IS). He’s likely planning the night he’s gonna confess his feelings long ahead. He prepares for it, he makes it an unforgettable moment and a true celebration of your love. Maybe he takes you to a renaissance fair where he will declare his love dressed up as a knight while you are neatly placed on a balcony. Maybe he will take you for a romantic picnic and gaze deeply into your eyes before whispering ‘I love you’. Whatever the occasion, you better have something clever to answer. Or you can skip talking and kiss him. Tom might prefer the second option.

I'M JUST IN LOVE! ❤️

Thank you very much for the fun reading! The accuracy is just amazing 🥰.

And pls accept this meme from me lmao

Hello!

😂

Oh the final meme! 🤣🤣🤣

I'm dying!

Anyway!

Thank you so much for the feedback.

I'm so happy it resonated with your personality and with what is known about Tom Felton. I have never been into Harry Potter so I don't really know much about either of the protagonist. It's really helpful when your feedback includes how he is. 💗

This reading was actually pretty easy flowing for me. It's probably your personality and maybe even his being well atuned with me. I always had inner feeling that I'm acutally a British but was born in different country. 😂

Anyway! So happy you liked the reading. It was fun to write and I'm glad it's also fun to read for you. 👏

Thank you again for the feedback and the MEME, I love it. 💖💖💖

Kleo 🦄