#Dove Cameron is right I COULD be a better boyfriend than him!
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As a lesbian I find it so funny when women worry about me stealing their boyfriends because the whole time I’m thinking about how much better I could treat her than he does
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Look at me
Pairing: Luke Castellan x Reader
Summary: Being oblivious to Luke’s feelings, you tried to get over him by getting a boyfriend, who just does not know how to treat you right. Inspired by the song ‘Boyfriend’ by Dove Cameron ~ “I could be a better boyfriend than him.” (jealous luke, friends-to-lovers, fluff, angst, pining, happy ending.)
Warning: Just the boyfriend being an asshole and unwanted physical touch for a split second, but nothing serious. Sorry if your name is Cole. Violence (physical fighting)
Note: I’m sorry if there are a lot of errors, I haven’t had the chance to edit this thoroughly so if it feels like a train wreck, then I'm sorry. I just needed to write this out, get it out there, so I can go back to revising for my exams in peace lol, cause this plot/idea has been at the back of my head, I could not stop thinking about it or study properly. Lowkey hated how this one turned out, but whoops.
Word count: 4.8k
“People say that eyes are the windows to one's soul,” you once told him. You two have been best friends for a very long time: five years of being attached to the hip. Yet, you were completely oblivious to the way he looked at you. Even everybody at camp noticed and thought it was bound to happen. They were so sure that Luke and you would end up together. So imagine everybody’s surprise when something else occurred.
It happened right in front of Luke: Cole - a boy from Cabin 5 and son of Ares - asked you out, and you said yes.
It has been two months since that day. All Luke could do was sulk as he watched his best friend slip away. Of course, you still tried to spend as much time as possible with him. But even then, things have changed. There were no more of those content silences between the two of you. There were no more carefree laughs that made Luke feel like you two were the only ones that existed in this place. He used to walk you back to your cabin every night, hugging you good night or kissing your forehead close to your hairline if he felt brave enough. Moments like those convinced him you two would be like that forever. But his solace was taken in a split second. Now, you were so near, yet so out of reach.
It didn’t help that he saw you every day, like right now, as you sat in the middle of a gathering hosted by your cabin. Gods, even the wind seems to be in love with you, judging by the way it was blowing through your hair as if it was trying to twirl itself around those lovely locks that Luke himself used to always tug behind your ears. The sight of you always bathed him in this warm feeling, like the morning sun. Hence his nickname for you: sunshine.
Then his brown eyes landed on the figure next to you, and they hardened. He has witnessed it all: Cole’s backhanded compliments, ignoring you on your birthday, leaving you alone to talk to his friends, occasionally flirting back with girls who batted an eyelash at him, and then blatantly telling you that you were overthinking it. Luke knew he could treat you so much better.
You were sitting with your boyfriend and his group of friends, who often gave you weird looks or snickers. Gods, if it was him you were with, he’d never make you feel excluded. He would have his arms around you and defend you if his friends ever made snarky remarks. Not that that would ever happen anyway; you were well-loved at camp, and all his friends loved you. But he would treat you well, nevertheless, not like that dumbass sitting next to you.
One of your favorite songs started playing, and Luke watched as you genuinely smiled for once tonight. You touched your boyfriend’s arm, muttering something to him. Luke knew exactly what you were saying to Cole because you and Luke used to do this together. Except, you never had to ask Luke.
Whenever your favorite tunes were on, Luke would immediately pull you out of your seat and dance with you, laughing as if nothing mattered at all. Nights like those, he liked to imagine that the stars above envied them and what the two of you had. Now? He felt like one of them, watching from the outside.
Luke’s jaw clenched as he saw Cole shrugging off your hand on his arm. Gods, Luke felt like that idiot was taking you for granted, and his blood boiled. Before Cole, Luke used to always orchestrated some excuse to have you touch him - getting injured on purpose sometimes just to watch you frantically panic over his wounds and take care of him, volunteering to help you out with swords training just to touch your hand and pretend to adjust the way you were holding it, hugging you every time he greeted you and so on.
For a second, your mask slipped, and you had that look on your face, like something had left you emotionally wounded. It was the kind of look Luke would kill to never see again, and oh, the things he would do to get rid of Cole. Luke had to wrestle with the thought of marching up to Cole and beating him to a pulp. However, he did stand up to approach you.
You felt a hand touch your shoulder. When you peered at the person standing, your eyes immediately glimmered as they caught Luke’s. However, something foreign was gleaming in his eyes. The Hermes boy has always looked at you sweetly. But the way he was looking at you right now was filled with something much more intense - borderline fervent, like an obsession.
Cole finally glanced over at you for the first time the entire night. Unlike you, he instantly recognized the look in Luke’s eyes: hunger and longing. It was clear as day to everybody but you.
Luke extended his hand out for you to take and you understood right away. For the first time in two months, your hand touched his. Luke’s chest sunk and his breathing lost its usual rhythm for a second as your skin made contact with his. The Hermes boy finally looked over to Cole, and the Ares boy saw an immediate shift in his eyes. Now, they were filled with animosity and - the most obvious of all - heated jealousy.
Luke led you away from Cole and started twirling you around. You let out a laugh - the kind that was infectious and has always brought a smile to Luke’s lips. You both sang along to the lyrics. For once, your relationship felt restored, just like the good old days. Was it wrong that this was the happiest you have felt since you got together with Cole? You shrugged away the thought as the song slowly ended. Luke settled with both hands on your waist while yours were around his neck. Usually, you would put your head on his chest as you both slightly swayed around. But now that you were in a relationship, you kept a bit of distance between the two of you. You gaze up at Luke, who was already staring at you sweetly. The moment was perfect. Gods, you almost wished to stay in it forever.
Meanwhile, Luke hoped he could convey his thoughts through his eyes - the unspoken words he wished he had told you sooner. Could you not see the infatuation coursing through his veins whenever he was with you? Could you not see that you got him at your beck and call?
The look you gave him almost convinced him that you heard his thoughts. You leaned your head on his chest, caught off-guard by the speed of his heartbeat as it soothed you along with the music in the background. Feeling a heated look over his way, Luke glanced around and locked eyes with your boyfriend. Cole narrowed his eyes while Luke gave Cole a look of resentment and immense loathing.
Gods, he could be a much better boyfriend than Cole.
“Hey, man,” when you heard your boyfriend’s voice, you lifted your head from Luke’s chest and withdrew your hands around his neck. “I’ll take over from here,” Cole practically pulled you away from Luke and started swaying with you. Instead of feeling happy that Cole finally danced with you after two months of dating, you felt wrong. Cole's hands were on your waist, but they felt sluggish like his heart was not in it at all. Your ear was against Cole’s chest, so you caught the sound of his heartbeat. It sounded…too calm, almost cold and shallow, causing you to twist your lips into a frown.
You glanced up at your boyfriend but saw him staring behind you instead. So you glanced back and caught a glimpse of Luke before getting pulled around by Cole, who roughly yanked your face towards him. He kissed you almost aggressively. There was something cynical and bitter about the way he was kissing you.
Cole opened his eyes and conceitedly made eye contact with Luke. The Hermes boy glared at the sight of Cole handling you so roughly, claiming your lips so smugly. If it was him, he would be kissing you for you; he would be kissing you to show you how much he worshiped you and the ground you walk on, not to prove an empty point.
You finally managed to pull away when Cole let go of your chin. “All right, we’re done for the night, don’t you think?” your boyfriend muttered, quickly leaving you to return to his friends as if nothing had happened. Despite feeling slightly aggravated at Cole, you hated that you couldn't care less of his words at that moment, and the first thing you did was look in the direction Luke had been before.
Yet, he was not there anymore.
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Your cabin was not on the same side as Luke’s cabin for this match of capture the flag. You were fighting off some people who were on the blue team. Years of training with Luke paid off because you managed to point your sword at the person’s neck and grinned when they put their hands up in surrender. You continued perusing through the area, trying to regroup with your team or take down another blue team member. However, you almost tripped as you witnessed Cole on the ground with Luke on top of him, repeatedly punching his face..
“Luke!” you called out, watching as Luke’s action faltered, and his eyes darted around frantically around like a lost wild animal. However, Cole took advantage of Luke’s momentary distraction to land a hit on Luke’s face. The Ares boy got off the ground as Luke stumbled and went for another punch. However, Luke dodged it effortlessly and rammed Cole against a tree instead.
“Hey, knock it off,” you yelled, standing between the boys to stop their flight. Luke immediately backed off, afraid he would accidentally hurt you if he didn’t. But Cole, in the middle of his blind rage, still swung for Luke and ended up striking you across the face instead. Right when that happened, Luke pushed Cole again and rushed to your side to assess your injury. At that very moment, Chiron approached the scene with one of Cole’s friends next to him, who promptly told the man:
“It was him. Luke initiated the fight.”
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Luke wished for somebody to put him out of this misery as he stared at you from afar helplessly. He was so dotted that it hurt. Somebody must have answered his prayers because your eyes met his from across the field. There was a bit of sadness behind them, perhaps regret from how things ended yesterday. You whispered something to your boyfriend, but Cole did not even spare you a glance and waved his hand as if dismissing you from the discussion. Luke’s hand once again curled into a fist. He bit the inside of his cheek from the pain induced by his injury. The Hermes cabin counselor felt no bit of guilt in his body about his physical altercation with Cole. He felt smug at the sight of Cole with one black eye, busted lip, swollen cheek and a body sporting way more bruises than him.
You deserved better.
“Hey, stranger,” you greeted, sitting beside Luke. Almost immediately, he hooked one finger under your chin, tilting your head lightly as if he was afraid he might break you. The boy scanned over your injury, sighing at the sight of purple forming under your skin, indicating an emerging bruise. Even so, under the moonlight, you still looked heavenly to him.
“Devon said you initiated the fight. Is that true, Luke?” Luke frowned at the mention of Cole’s friend. Great, now he knew another idiot’s name. Meanwhile, you have asked this because you knew him. There was no way the boy you knew would lose control like this and swing his hands first.
“No, but what’s the point of telling Chiron that? It’s two against one,” he breathed out.
“Luke, you’re literally the friendliest and nicest counselor here. Of course, he would believe you,” you reasoned. You sighed disappointingly as Luke only shook his head in response as if asking you to drop it.
Now, you two sat in silence. It felt the same as the comforting ones you have had with him before - the ones that made you feel like you were at home in front of your fireplace, curled up with a book.
“Why are you with him?” and with that, the comfort evaporated as the air thickened. You and Luke rarely argued or even disagreed, so it felt like an unfamiliar territory every time it felt relatively tense between you two.
“I know you, which is why I know that you’re absolutely miserable with him, so I don’t understand why you’re still with Cole,” Luke commented, though his voice was quiet because he was considerate of drawing this type of attention to you. He had seen it before - Cole causing public altercations and storming off and you running after him with tears emerging from your eyes. He did not want to put you in the same position.
“Y/N, please, as your best friend…” there it was again, the word that used to make you smile brightly, was now the same one that brought you pain. You wanted more. “...You deserve better,” he uttered, his eyebrows slightly scrunched as he looked at you with those eyes. There it was again, the look so intense that you were convinced they could swallow you whole. Yet, you could not interpret them. So, you looked away.
“Luke…” you said his name almost like a warning sign. The boy sighed at this.
His fingers gently tilted your chin towards him, urging you to face him. There was so much contrast in the way he touches you and the way Cole does. You knew precisely why Luke wanted you to look at him: your eyes were your tell for him. Years ago, after you told him that eyes were the windows to one's soul, he told you that he knew this already because he had learned that your eyes will always tell the truth for you. That’s how, in so many instances, he would be the first to notice whenever you're upset.
“Y/N, does he make you happy?” you stiffened at the question. Words choked up in your throat as your mouth opened to answer. You wanted to say yes so you both could get over this conversation. But you knew he would be able to tell you were lying. The way he looked at you right now, as if you were the only thing that mattered. He seemed so vulnerable. Little did you right at this moment, Luke was willing to surrender and let you go if you said yes.
“Oh, this is who you left me to talk to?” Cole's voice broke you both out of the trance. “The person who beat your boyfriend?” Cole passive-aggressively spat, sneering from above as he looked down at the two of you. You called out to your boyfriend, but he quickly cut you off with a quick “Unbelievable,” before walking away. But Cole did this on purpose. He liked the attention he drew, even if they were at your expense, especially because he knew you would chase after him.
“I’m so sorry,” you muttered to Luke on your boyfriend's behalf as you stood up to run after him. Luke frowned as he shook his head. If you were his, he would never allow you to apologize on his behalf, nor would he give a reason for you to ever do that.
“Uhm, what are you waiting for?” Annabeth’s voice broke Luke from his irritated state. “Go after her,” the young girl nudged.
“I doubt I should do that, Annabeth. Last time I was with him, he ended up in the infirmary.”
“Yes, but you need to go after her before it’s too late.”
“It’s already too late.”
“No, it’s not,” the girl stated sternly, and when Luke peered over at her, he recognized the look on her face. From experience, he knew better than to doubt when Annabeth was right. So, he stood up and walked in the direction where you disappeared after your boyfriend.
“Stop it, Cole. I don’t want to…” Your voice grabbed Luke’s attention as he started walking in that direction, eyebrows furrowed.
“Come on, this is the least you could do to make it up to me,” Cole replied.
When Luke reached the scene, he almost went into an uncontrollable wrath when he saw Cole trying to take off your shirt as you objected and struggled out of his grip.
“I said ‘let go,’ Cole,” you yelled this time, pushing him back. Upon finally doing so successfully, a figure stormed past you and immediately flung at Cole’s cheek, right at the spot that was already bruising. The impact knocked Cole to the ground as he wailed from the pain. Averting your gaze to the person, you saw Luke. Like a deranged bull, Luke grabbed Cole by the collar and lifted him up, going in for another hit, but you quickly stopped him, calling out his name.
Cole, who did not learn his lesson, spoke again, “Gods, of course! He runs to your aid again. You must be a good fuck for him to get this attached. How many times have you fucked him, huh? Gods, you’re such a whore, you know that?” If it were not for your hands stopping Luke and removing his grip from Cole’ shirt, Luke would have ensured Cole no longer had a face.
“Cole, stay the fuck away from me. We are over.” Your words seemed to affect Luke more than Cole. It was as if Luke could feel an immense weight being lifted from his shoulders. “Let’s go, this is not worth it,” you told Luke. Cole barked a laugh at this.
“Man, you’re more trouble than it's worth. Do you know why no guys ever asked you out? You’re fucking difficult and clingy, that’s why. If it was not for that fucking bet, I would not have either.” Luke was about to launch at Cole but was caught off guard because you had already done it yourself. You punched him, aiming for his nose and teeth, making sure to break a few.
“You fucking bitch!” Cole spoke after he howled in agony. He spat out blood as his nose started bleeding, “Gods, you’re gonna pay for this.”
“Oh yeah? Come on!” you challenged him, motioning him to come over. Any sense of calm or restraint you had was long gone. “I’ll be the one sending you to the fucking infirmary this time,” right when you started approaching Cole again, you were quickly stopped by Luke. He stood behind you, one of his hands soothingly rubbing your back in an attempt to calm you down. Luke averted his gaze to Cole.
“If you know any better, then leave, Cole. And don’t come near any of us again, or I promise you…” Luke trailed off, shaking his head as his eyes bore the weight of the promise he left unsaid, leaving it to Cole’s imagination as to what Luke would ever do to him if he ever saw the boy again. Something seemed to dawn on Cole as he saw the dark look on Luke’s face. Cole finally decided to leave the scene, limping away from the area as he muttered some insults under his breath.
You turned around and inspected Luke’s hand, which started bleeding again through the bandage. Taking his non-injured hand in yours, you wordlessly dragged the boy to the infirmary. Despite the excruciating pain spreading through his injured hand, Luke blushed at your action and followed you like a lost puppy.
The Apollo person on shift was someone you knew, so you managed to convince them to let you do the work on the Hermes boy. You observed his hand again, peeling off the dirty bandage from it. As you went to grab disinfectant, Luke softly held you back by flipped over his hand that was in yours so that he could take a look at your hand instead.
“Are you okay?” His words made you swiftly look over at him instead. There was a sad look on his face as he sat on the infirmary bed. You haven’t seen him this hurt and dejected in a long time.
“Am I okay? You’re the one with the bleeding hand.”
“You punched him quite hard.”
“He deserved it,” you settled on answering, hesitantly pulling your hand out of his so you could grab the things you needed.
“You know I had that handled, right?” you asked mindlessly, trying to fill the silence as you disinfected his hand and wrapped a new bandage over it. “I don’t need you to defend my honor or anything, Luke. I can hold my own ground,” you tried joking.
“No, I know you can hold your own ground. Besides, I wasn’t defending your honor,” he spoke softly, watching as you delicately held his hand with so much care. He wished you could hold him like that as well. A quivering sigh escaped his soft lips, his voice much less firm than he wanted it to be:
“I was defending the girl I’m in love with.”
You immediately looked at him, only to see him already gazing up at you. It was as if a blindfold had been taken off, you finally understood what your other friends were referring to when they said that Luke had always “looked” at you. His eyes were filled with adoration. However, this time, they were also decorated with pain.
“I could be a better boyfriend than him,” he stated, almost like it was a fact, and your gut knew it was true, too.
“So….Why not me? I watched you give Cole - a complete asshole - a chance with you. I watched him give you so much less than what you deserve. It pains me, but I still sit here and wait for you to look in my direction for even one second in the way I have always looked at you. I could be so good to you, Y/N. I waited for you to realize I could be the one who loves you so endlessly and treats you way better than all these guys combined. So…why? Please tell me why and put me out of my misery. Why is it not me?”
“Luke…” you rasped out his name. Despite the pain he was in, his heart could not help but throb for a second as it yearned for the sound of your voice calling out to him again. He almost scowled at himself for the way he was reacting to you. Gods, you managed to unravel him through the sound of his name from your lips. He hesitated for a second, wondering if he would even be able to take it at all - if he was given a chance with you. Would he be able to handle the way your skin felt against his, or would his heart burst into unstoppable flames? Would he ever be able to move on if you ended up breaking his heart, or would it remain in scattered pieces of you?
“I love you,” he uttered so effortlessly, which almost convinced you he had said it a thousand times before. In a way, he did, but only in his mind after every time he bid you goodnight. Gods, never did you think he’d say it out loud and put it out there. You almost said it before as well - out loud to the universe, but never brave enough.
“Luke, I never knew,” Luke wanted to sigh as he looked away from you. For the first time ever, he did not want to be vulnerable and let you see his eyes. The same ones that had been looking longingly at you for the past five years, and you were too blinded to see.
He could have sworn that he had been laying it on thick for the past years - all the touches, the looks, his actions. Luke would always linger near you and select you first every time he had to go on a quest. And if he ever were selected to go on one without you, the first thing he would do after returning is wrap his arms around your waist as he pulled you into a hug, breathing in your presence like it would bring him back to life from the gruesome battles he had to go through while out of camp. Did all those actions throughout five years not show you enough that he was infatuated with you? He wanted to reassure you that what Cole said previously was not true. Many guys wanted you but never asked you out because they knew he would be first in line no matter what.
"Luke, please, look at me," Of course he obeyed. His eyes met yours - the ones he always tried to find in a crowd of demigods.
“I never knew that you were an option. I did not know that I could choose you. I thought that even attempting to tell you about my feelings would break our friendship forever. I didn’t know you felt this way, too. In fact,” you dryly chuckled. “I was giving Cole a chance because I was trying to move on from you.” Luke tugged you closer to him, his fingers lingering on your hips. Thousands of thoughts speared through him as he tried to collect himself. A glimmer of hope presented itself as his mind toyed with the idea of you wanting him too.There was no way he was letting you move on now, not when you both have mutual feelings.
“I thought I was deep in the friend zone. Did you not see all the moves I pulled on you?” he asked.
“What moves?”
“Uhm—the physical contact?”
“I thought you were just touchy.”
“I walked you back to your cabin every night!”
“Well, I thought it was just a best friend thing?”
“The first thing I do after every quest is search for you, you’re always the first one I want to see.”
“I really, really thought it was because you were my best friend.” He groaned at all of your responses.
“But do know, Luke. You have always been my first option in everything. And I would have chosen you again and again, the first pick every round…if I knew you were up for it.” He groaned again, but this time out of temptation and satisfaction. He didn’t think the metaphorical butterflies were real. He slowly but surely stood up from the infirmary’s bed and wrapped his arms around your waist. You reciprocated, your hands around his neck. He leaned closer to you and gulped. He wanted to say the right words, do the right things and not mess this up. He took a deep breath and finally settled on what to say next.
“Can I kiss you?” He muttered in a low, raspy voice with a restrained manner, as if he was holding himself back. Five years of pining led him to this point. You almost melted at the sound of his voice.
“Kiss me, Luke.”
And he did. He pulled you up and arched down, connecting your lips together. He dove in as if he had been waiting for this day his whole life. He felt every breath knocked out of his lungs. He sunk himself into this moment like he was living for it rather than in it. He kissed you as if it was the only time he could and as if you would evaporate if he stopped. His hands moved to your face to embrace your cheeks in his palm.
You started moving your hands up his head and played with his curly hair. You tugged it slightly, and the action drew a moan from Luke. The sound caused you to break away. It made you flustered that you had evoked such an alluring sound from the Hermes boy.
“I wanna go slow for you, I really do. But it feels like I’ve been waiting for so long. I want to be a gentleman and not skip steps. But I can’t wait anymore,” he whispered before whimpering against your lips, “please be mine.”
He went in for another kiss again, but you pulled away. His heart clenched at this. The boy bit his lip and wanted to scowl at himself for attempting to speed things up. He was too greedy and wanted things too quickly for you. He almost whined at the thought of losing the chance he barely had.
“That was not a question, Luke. Ask me, and I’ll give you an answer,” he stared into your eyes, and it almost set him on fire. He never saw that much passion in them before. It almost matched his, and that made his heart fasten again.
“Will you be mine, sunshine?”
“Yes, Luke. As long as you’re mine too.”
“I have always been yours.”
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Better Boyfriend than Him pt.2 (18+)
Jessie Fleming x Reader
Read Part 1
Preview: You can’t stop thinking about Jessie after she proves she’s better in bed than your current boyfriend. You decide to tell her. (Inspired by the song Boyfriend by Dove Cameron)
Warnings: SMUT (18+) frat boy Jessie vibes, oral sex (r receiving), strap on sex (r receiving), masturbation, tit sucking, hickeys, swearing, very small mention to sex with men, the whole 9 yards folks.
WC: 6.0k
A/N: my plan was to end this series here but if there’s enough requests I can try and continue it, I just might need some suggestions/guidance on where to take it.
You couldn’t stop thinking about Jessie. Specifically you couldn’t stop thinking about how good she had been able to make you feel, how good it had felt to have her fingers deep inside of you, how her tongue felt on your nipples and on your clit, how it felt being under her gaze. She had been so attentive to you, paying attention to every movement and noise you made. How she had been able to make you come undone so easily with just her touch. The sights and sounds of your night together wouldn’t leave your mind.
She was in your mind all day every day, even when you were sleeping. You had woken up more days than not the past week with your core throbbing and a wet spot forming on your underwear. In an attempt to push her from your mind you’d either take a cold shower or throw on your shoes and gone for a run, punishing yourself for the thoughts.
Today was different, you were so tired of the cold showers and the running, but once again you had woken up after vividly dreaming of Jessie holding your legs open as she worked her tongue against you.
It’s not like she’d know, you thought, she’d have no idea, there’s no harm to it. You reached down, pushing your shorts and underwear off, you could feel the way the fabric clung to you for a second, your wetness holding it every so slightly. Abandoning your lower half temporarily you moved both hands up to your chest, letting your fingers gently graze over your nipples. Trying your best to copy what Jessie had done to you, you gently drew circles, feeling them harden under your touch, it felt good but not as good as when she did it. You placed your thumb in your mouth, wetting it before returning it to your nipple, a better sensation as your spit allowed your thumb to glide closer to the movements of Jessie’s tongue.
You closed your eyes, picturing Jessie straddling your waist, her weight holding your hips down as her rough fingertips played with you. You continued to play with your chest, a mixture of pinching, rolling, teasing, until you had had enough and you could feel the arousal between your legs begin to seep onto the bed sheet below you.
You let your right hand slide down your stomach, moving two fingers to collect your wetness, dragging it up toward your clit. Your fingers stayed against your clit and you began circling it, only applying the slightest bit of pressure. You were trying your best to mimic Jessie’s tongue, her tongue was warm, wet, and had mastered the art of pleasure, your fingers had not.
You had done this before, you knew you could eventually get yourself off just rubbing your clit, but that felt so boring after your night with Jessie. You were desperately missing the suction her lips had provided alongside her tongue, something you couldn’t replicate on your own.
You missed her fingers too. You moved your other hand down from your chest, your ring and middle finger finding the opening of your pussy and sliding them in. You felt yourself clench around your fingers in the same way you had Jessie’s. You continue pushing them in until you’re completely inside. Attempting to mimic Jessie movements you just start with curling your fingers, leaving them buried inside of you. It feels good, a small pressure building inside your stomach. You looked down at your hands, wishing you were looking back at Jessie’s brown eyes, her messy hair, her hands gripping onto your thighs. Just picturing her has your walls clenching tighter on your fingers. You let out a moan at the thought of her.
The previous shame you felt about fantasizing about your best friend while you touched yourself was long gone, you kept your eyes closed, imagining your hands were hers, trying to remember the feeling of her body weight on yours. Imagination running wild you couldn’t stop yourself from imagining her, now naked in your fantasy, being the one thrusting her fingers into you. You pictured the small sheen of sweat covering her face and chest, the feeling of her toned body under your hands, the way she’d look down at you, holding herself above your body as she pleased you. Picturing your name falling from her lips in a moan as she fucked you was all you needed to push yourself over the edge.
You felt your orgasm come over you, a small whimper coming from your mouth as you bit down hard on your bottom lip. You pull your fingers off of your clit before you become too sensitive. You gently remove your fingers, feeling a wet trail connecting your fingers to your pussy, you wipe your fingers off on the inside of your thigh, deciding you’ll shower anyway before starting the day. Your orgasm was good, but nowhere near as satisfying as the one Jessie had been able to pull from you. You desperately wanted to feel that again.
You stay laying down in bed, catching your breath only to be brought completely out of your fantasy as your phone begins to ring on the nightstand next to you. Rolling your eyes at the irony, it’s Jessie’s face and name staring back at you.
“What’s up?” You answer overthinking how you usually would answer the phone when she called.
“Are you alright?” She questions you.
“Yeah why?”
“You sound out of breath, what are you doing?”
“Um,” you think for a second, it’s not like you could tell her you had just finished masturbating to the thought of her, “ I’m working out.”
“In your apartment?” You cursed yourself for giving her your location.
“Yeah.” The line goes quiet for a second.
“Oh gross, did you just finish having sex with him?! Is that why you’re out of breath? I thought you ended it.” Jessie whispers into the phone, thinking your ex-boyfriend was potentially laying next to you within earshot.
“I am, I did. I did end it.”
“Are you already fucking someone else?” You note a twinge of jealousy in her voice.
“Oh my god Jessie, no there’s no one else here.”
“Oh a little solo action then?” You can practically hear the teasing look on her face, how both of her eyebrows would be raised, her lips in a small smirk. When you don’t respond immediately she lets out a small laugh and in a mixture of embarrassment and annoyance floods your body. You hate that she figured it out, you also hated that she had laughed. You impulsively press the red button, hanging up on her before tossing your phone to the side and letting out a frustrated groan.
You realize that maybe you should’ve kept lying, hanging up just gave Jessie the confirmation that she had called you while you were touching yourself.
Looking down you’re still naked, your fingers and thigh still slightly covered in your own slick. The embarrassment and slight shame came creeping back in and you quickly grabbed the sheet covering yourself up. You feel the phone vibrate reaching over to look at what she had sent.
Jessie 🦖: When you’re done thinking of how good I fucked you, wash your hands and then call me back.
You: You wish I was thinking of you.
You do as she says and pull yourself from the bed and go into the bathroom to wipe off the remaining arousal between your legs and wash your hands. You throw on a clean pair of panties and grab a pair of sweatpants from your closet. Picking up your phone you click her contact to redial her.
“That was quick.”
“I was already done when you called me.”
“Then why’d you hang up?”
“I don’t know, I just did.” You knew why you hung up, you just weren’t interested in admitting it to her.
“What are you doing right now, besides dreaming of me?”
“Holy shit if I knew you and your ego were going to be insufferable afterwards, I would’ve kept my legs shut.” Her ego had always been big around her talents in bed, it was just more annoying now that you knew they were as good as she had claimed and that she could directly tease you about it.
“Okay but seriously what are you doing? Can we go get coffee before class?” You both had a chemistry class at 11, you would always walk together and frequently would stop at a coffee shop before. Jessie claimed it was the only thing that kept her awake during the lecture.
“Yeah, I can meet you in like 30 minutes. I need to shower.”
“Okay well I’m already on my way to yours I’ll be there in five.”
“Alright see you then.” You hopped back out of bed, moving back into your bathroom, stripping and turning on the shower.
Turning off the water you reached for your towel wrapping it around yourself and then headed back into your bedroom. Even though you knew she was coming over it startled you to see Jessie sitting on your bed on her phone. She’s wearing a tight white t-shirt, the sleeves of the shirt sitting tightly against her bicep, her legs covered by a pair of gray wash jeans. She raises her head toward you hearing the bathroom door open. You didn’t miss how her eyes moved up and down your body as if she was checking you out.
“Hi.”
“Hey, just give me like 15 minutes and then we can head out.” You tell her, expecting her to get up and move to the living room to let you finish getting ready. Except she doesn’t move, she remains in place on your bed.
“Get out so I can get ready.” Realizing she wasn’t taking the hint you decide to be blunt with her.
“Oh come on, nothing I haven’t seen, or touched, before” She rolls her eyes at you but respecting your wishes she pushes herself off the bed, giving you one last look up and down before she walks out.
Trying your best to ignore the fact that she seemed to be checking you out, you drop your towel and throw on a pair of jeans and a black crewneck. Not wanting to bother with your hair you leave it as is and walk out to the living room. Jessie stands up moving toward the door to put on her shoes, you follow doing the same, grabbing your backpack and keys before you both head out the door.
The trip to the coffee shop felt normal, you were almost able to forget that the girl sitting across from you had made your legs shake around her head. You sat and complained to each other about school, discussed plans for the weekend, what you planned to cook for dinner that week, pointless conversations, but it was easy. It was like it had always been and that felt like a relief to you for once. Jessie did her typical attempt to try and get you to miss class, asking a ton of questions right before you had to leave the coffee shop in hopes of distracting you enough you’d forget you both had to go, and as always it failed as you looked at your watch and stood up to leave.
Lecture was boring today, it usually was on the more mundane side but today your professor had put on a documentary. He said he wanted to give everyone’s mind a break from reading lecture slides and while you were grateful that you didn’t have to be taking notes, you would’ve preferred to just stay home and watch the documentary on the couch instead of in uncomfortable lecture hall seating. Today was also a day you might have preferred the lecture, it would’ve kept your mind occupied instead of letting it wander, thinking again of the inappropriate acts committed between you and the girl sitting to your left.
The more you think about her the more restless in your seat you get. Feeling unusually bold you pulled a piece of paper from your notebook and grabbed a pen.
You scribbled out the words, ‘You weren’t wrong earlier’ and slid the piece of paper over to Jessie.
You watch from the corner of your eye as she reads it and turns to you, confusion written on her face. You turn to her but don’t do anything besides look back at her. When you don’t give her any clarification she grabs the pen from your hand and writes back, sliding the paper over.
‘What does that mean?’ For a second you debate writing ‘never mind’, backing out, but you figure fuck it why not you still had another half an hour of class to go, might as well make it entertaining for yourself.
‘When you said I was thinking of you’ you passed back the paper and pen.
Jessie reads it and writes again, ‘what?’ You have to hold back a laugh, for as big of a game as Jessie talked, the poor girl was oblivious sometimes.
‘I was thinking of you this morning’ you wrote before crossing it out, you may as well be more direct since Jessie wasn’t picking up any context clues. ‘This morning when I was touching myself, I was thinking about you.’
You take a deep breath and slide the paper over to her. The second you feel her start to grab the paper, the butterflies start in your stomach. You don’t turn to see her reaction this time, you stare forward at the screen, acting as if you were fascinated by what was being shown. In your peripheral vision you see her read the note and her head snaps in your direction. She’s staring into the side of your head, refusing to give in, you keep your eyes locked on the movie. She leans forward trying to get you to look at her, you refuse again turning your head away from her slightly. You feel a sharp pain in your shin, now you turn toward her as Jessie has resorted to kicking you to get your attention.
She points to the paper where your confession was written. You look down at the paper then back up to her. Her expression is hard to read, she looks confused but also has a smug look on her face, she raises her eyebrows and gives a small shake of her head, you can tell she wants you to explain yourself. You just shrug at her instead, you’re thankful the lights are dimmed or she’d be able to see the blush on your cheeks.
She grabs the pen and writes quickly, shoving the paper back in your direction. ‘Tell me what I was doing in your fantasy’ You're shocked by her request, not expecting her to ask for the details. You hesitate, feeling shy about fully exposing your dirty thoughts to her.
‘You were on top of me, playing with my nipples, eating me out, using your fingers on me’ you passed back the paper. Jessie reads it and you watch as she adjusts in her seat, looking a little restless herself. She begins writing.
‘Anything else?’ It’s like she knew you were holding back some of the details from her.
Jessie had numerous times before told you about her nights with other girls, she’d talk about the toys she had, the handcuffs, the blindfold, the vibrator, and you wouldn’t mind using those, but what crept into your fantasy that morning was the idea of her fucking you with a strap-on.. You’d heard her gloat before about how good she was with it, the idea was never something you had thought about but this morning when you were picturing her on top of you, your own fingers inside your pussy, you wished it was her thrusting into you with the toy instead of your fingers.
‘I might’ve thought about you using toys.’ Crossing out the word toys you change it to read ‘I might’ve thought about you using your strap’ You couldn’t believe you were sitting in your lecture hall writing these things on a simple piece of notebook paper, surrounded by a hundred other students.
Jessie starts to write back as the lights in the lecture hall are suddenly clicked back on to full strength. Being too caught up in your note passing both of you had failed to see the credits on the documentary start rolling across the screen.
You look at Jessie, you now see that she’s sporting a matching blush, she's looking right back at you, hand still holding the pen that was writing. Breaking the eye contact you look to see what she had written ‘I can make that happen, I just bought a new one that we’
Looking back up she’s still looking at you. You’re unsure of what to say, nerves coming back stronger now that the lights were on, you felt more exposed. Thankfully Jessie breaks the silence.
“So, back to my place?” Her eyes look you up and down again as she had earlier back at your apartment.
You nod rapidly at her, grabbing the pen from her hand and throwing it into your bag along with your notebook, you zip up the pockets. “Yes.”
Jessie is already standing waiting for you as you pack up, you watch as she takes the note and folds it carefully sticking it into her back pocket. You stand up, following her out of the auditorium. Neither of you say anything on the walk back to her place, you’re thankful she doesn’t live far.
Once you’re both through the door you take off your backpacks, tossing them to the side, the second yours leaves your hand Jessie is pressing you against the wall. Her hands are holding your waist tightly, her hips pressing firmly into yours, her face just millimeters from yours.
“Are you sure?” The same words she had used before she fucked you last time come from her lips.
“Please.” You beg her, you had been so needy for her you didn’t care you were begging, if you needed to beg to get her to fuck you that’s what you’d do. You grab the back of her neck and pull her in. Not wasting any time with soft kisses, your tongue is already moving against hers.
You continue to make out, loving the feeling of her pinning you to the door. Jessie’s teeth close around your bottom lip as she pulls away, biting it gently before releasing it with a pop. Your hands move to the bottom of her shirt and for once it’s you asking if you can undress her instead. She gives you the okay and you pull her shirt up and over her head, you toss it and it lands on top of your backpack. You take a second to admire her figure, she was an athlete and worked out often but you had never taken the time to appreciate the muscles of her shoulders, arms, and abdomen.
While you’re admiring her, Jessie’s hands reach for the bottom of your crewneck, pulling it up, you lift your arms helping her remove it.
“No bra?” Jessie’s eyes are wide as she had been expecting you to have a bra still covering your chest. You looked down, you had briefly forgotten that you decided against wearing a bra this morning, the thick crew neck provided you enough coverage. Jessie’s hands come up, grabbing your chest with a squeeze before dropping her head to place her lips around your nipple. She sucks, much rougher than she had the first time, you throw your head back accidentally slamming it into the door. Hearing the sound of you smacking your head Jessie releases the suction on your nipple and looks up at you.
“You alright?”
“Yeah it just felt good.” You clarify “your mouth, not hitting my head.”
“I figured.” She doesn’t put her mouth back where you desperately want it, instead her hands are wrapping around you grasping onto your thighs just below your ass.
“Jump.” She says to you and you do, she picks you up, wrapping your legs around her torso she begins to move you away from the door. She walks you back to her bedroom, attaching her lips to your neck as you move through the hallway. You feel her start to suck, you were normally one to protest anyone leaving marks on you but her warm tongue and lips felt so good you moaned instead of telling her off.
Bending down she places your back onto her bed, her lips continue to trail across your neck, a mix of gentle sucking, licking, and kissing has you arching your back into her touch. Her hands move from your thighs up to your ass giving it a hard squeeze.
“Jessie just fuck me already”
“I’m getting there, have some patience.” She scolds you for being so impatient. “Take your pants off, leave your panties on, I’ll be right back.”
She pulls herself off of you, moving over to a drawer in her dresser. You watch as she pulls out a dildo, a harness, and a bottle of lube. She messes around with the harness for a minute, attaching the dildo to it. Remembering what she asked, your hands move to the button of your jeans, you unbutton and start to remove them as Jessie turns back to you, harness in hand. She makes her way back over placing the harness and lube onto the bed. Her hands come to grip your inner thighs she spreads your legs, eyes staring at your core where the obvious wet spot was showing through your light gray boyshorts.
“Fuck you’re already so wet.”
“I know, I’ve been like this everyday since you fucked me.”
“Jesus.” Her tongue runs across her lips, pulling the bottom one in between her teeth.
Her hands come up to the elastic on your underwear, her fingers curling around and starting to pull down showing how wet you truly were. Once she removed your panties from around your ankles her hands came back up to your inner thigh, she spread them further this time, fully exposing your dripping core to her. Instead of moving to put on the harness like you expected, she moved to lay down, her face settled between your thighs. You grabbed the hair on top of her head, sitting up slightly, your hand holding her in place not letting her mouth reach you.
“What are you doing?” You asked. She looked up at you.
“I’m eating you out?” She phrased it as if she was questioning what she was doing. Her eyes looked from your face down to your pussy and back up.
“I thought we were using the strap.” You used the hand not holding her hair to point to where it sat on the bed.
“We are” she reassures you. “I’m still going to warm you up. It’s not going to feel good if I just shove it in.”
“Oh,” Now you feel silly for questioning what she was doing.
“Lay back down.” You do as she says, relaxing back against the pillows. You’re engulfed in the smell of her, her pillows and sheets covered in her scent. You loosen your grip on her head, letting her lips make contact with you. She starts by just kissing across you, moving from the inside of one thigh, across to the other, keeping the pressure light as she would place her lips on your clit.
You let her tease you, not wanting to question her actions anymore. She continued with the soft kisses passing back and forth across your core until you felt her tongue dip between your folds unexpectedly. You let out a soft moan as her tongue drags from your entrance up to your clit. She moves her lips to surround it, sucking gently and using her tongue to trace circles around the sensitive bud.
“Oh fuck Jess.” You had thought about moaning her name in your fantasies, may as well turn them into a reality. This time you watch her reaction to you moaning her name, she rolls her eyes back and lets out a groan against your heat. Her tongue continues pleasuring you, so much better than your fingers had that morning. Nothing felt as good as her tongue. It wasn’t long before your legs were shaking and your grip on her hair became so tight your fingers were starting to hurt. A string of moans mixed in with Jessie’s name falls from your mouth, she continues sucking, working you through your orgasm before you push her off.
She sits up, using her thumb to clear her chin, the same way she did before, sucking your wetness off her finger. She leans over you, bringing her lips to yours. Being able to taste yourself on her lips had you ready for round two.
“See how good you taste?” Jessie breathes as she pulls away from the kiss. She’s hovering over you, her breathing is heavy, her eyes dark, the way she had you caged to the bed was incredibly dominant but made you feel so safe. You just nod your head at her question.
“So fucking good.” Jessie says quietly, more to herself than to you, as she moves off of you. She stands next to the bed, bending over and kissing you quickly before her hands move to her jeans. She undoes them and they slide down her thighs, leaving her standing in a light blue pair of tight boxers. You swear you can see a wet spot between her legs, a slightly darker blue. Before you can confirm, she reaches for the harness, bending down to put her feet through it, pulling it up to rest around her hips.
“Um, do you want me to put a condom on it?” When you look at her like she’s crazy for asking she explains.
“It’s clean, I always clean them, I just usually offer with different partners if they’re more comfortable, but this one is also brand new so… up to you.” For once, she’s the one who looks flustered and new to this, it’s a nice change, reminding you that it’s still just Jessie, your friend, who, while often a smooth talker, can also be a complete dork.
“No I’m good without it.”
Your stomach fluttered with anticipation as she climbed back on the bed. You couldn’t help but stare at the toy. It was realistically shaped, clear in color, it was thick and relatively long but nothing unrealistic. You were thankful Jessie had picked reasonably, not choosing to get the largest cock she could find.
She found herself settled between your thighs again, she reached over grabbing the small bottle of lube opening it and dripping some onto the head of the toy.
“You’re probably wet enough but better safe than sorry right?” She gives you a shy smile seeing you were watching her hand spread the lube down the shaft. Once she’s done she wipes the extra on the back of her thigh and shifts closer to you. One hand grasps the strap by the base, the other supporting her body weight next to you.
She moved the head of the strap between your folds, collecting some of your own wetness on the tip. She repeats the action a few times before stopping with the tip sitting against your entrance. You feel her begin to push it slowly, letting you adjust to the familiar and yet completely different feeling of her entering you. You watch as her eyes bounce between where she was inside of you and up to your eyes and face, checking your facial expressions with every movement.
She moves her hand from her strap, no longer needing the guidance, she grabs your thigh, pulling it up and around her waist. You get the hint bringing both of your legs to wrap about her back, allowing her to move to be on top of you instead of sitting up. She fully pushes into you until her hips flush with yours. You let out a shaky breath, not even realizing you had been holding it in. You had done this before with men but the girth of Jessie’s cock was stretching you in a new way.
“Are you okay?” Noticing the change in your breathing, Jessie checks making sure you’re comfortable.
“Yeah just give me a second. You’re well endowed compared to my previous partners.” You wink at her. Jessie stays where she is, not moving her hips, holding herself above you. She kisses you and you can’t help but think about how intimate this feels, it spreads a warm tingle throughout your body. She’s patient, not nagging asking if you’re ready yet, not rolling her eyes waiting, not thrusting just to see your reaction, all things your previous partners had done. She just waits, occupying herself with trailing kissing down your neck and across your collarbones.
“You can move.” After what felt like an hour but was probably only a minute or two, the stretching feeling subsides and now just a dull ache of need remains.
Jessie picks up her head from where she was leaving hickeys on your chest, hovering above you again. She slowly moves her hips back before pushing back in. She gives a few more test thrusts, not wanting to rush and hurt you.
You see her eyes studying your face and wanting to give her the confidence that she wasn’t going to hurt you, you pull her in by the neck like you're going to kiss her, only turning your head away and putting your lips to her ear.
“Fuck me like you mean it Jessie.” You softly say into her ear, gently biting in an attempt to get her riled up.
Your words and actions work as Jessie drops to her forearms from her hands, dipping her head into the space between your head and shoulder. She curses into your skin before attaching her lips to your neck. Her hips begin thrusting fast and hard against yours, the sound of skin slapping echoing in the room. The change in pace is just what you needed. Feeling her pull nearly all the way out before slamming back into you filling you back up. Every time her hips meet yours the strap bumps against your clit giving you even more pleasure.
With each thrust into you, a different noise leaves your mouth it's a mix of groans, moans, whimpers, along with curses and cries of her name. Your arms are wrapped around her, nails gently scratching at her back. Jessie is also moaning, her face right next yours meaning you heard every noise she made even if she tried to hide it.
You feel the build up, this time is different, coming from a place that feels deeper in your stomach.
“I’m going to cum.” You manage to get out between all the other noises you were making.
“Me too” you’re surprised to hear Jessie admit. Your surprise doesn’t last long as your mind goes blank as your orgasm crashes down. All you can think of is how good she feels inside of you. You feel yourself clenching tightly around Jessie’s cock as she continues to thrust quickly into you. Your legs shaking again, feeling tired wrapped around Jessie.
She gives one last hard thrust before she moans your name into your neck, something she hadn’t done before. Hearing your name fall from her lips was new and incredibly attractive. Jessie kept her cock fully inside of you grinding her hips against yours, giving her the stimulation she needed to work through her orgasm. Her grinding got progressively slower until she came to a stop. Nothing filled the previously loud bedroom but the sound of you both breathing heavily.
Jessie pressed herself up onto her hands, you feel as the sweat you both had worked up causes your skin to stick briefly. She leaves her hips against yours. Her cheeks are red and you’re sure yours are too. She’s smiling down at you, her shoulders moving up and down with every breath. You reach up with one hand, pushing her baby hairs back and out of her face.
“You alright?” It was your turn to ask her for once.
“I’m so good, that’s never happened before. Are you good?” The smile on her face doesn’t leave.
“What hasn’t happened before?” You ignore her asking if you’re good, more concerned about what she meant.
“I’ve never cum from using the strap on someone. Like it turns me on but then I usually have to use a vibrator or need something else, that just happened.” She shakes her head in disbelief of what had just occurred.
“Must be the new strap.” You said looking up at her.
“Or it’s you.” She quickly responds. She looks down to where the two of you are still connected. Your eyes follow her. “Are you good with me pulling out?”
“Yeah go ahead.” You try to relax, your pussy still tight around her. A small noise slips out of your mouth as she pulls back slowly. Once she’s fully out you feel yourself clench around nothing, missing the feeling of her inside of you. Jessie slides off the bed and moves into her bathroom. You hear the water run for a second. She comes back a few seconds later with a washcloth in hand. She holds it out almost as if she’s going to give it to you but doesn’t fully extend her arm.
“Are you good if I clean you up? The lube can be pretty sticky. Or you can do it yourself if you’re more comfortable.”
“Yeah that’s fine Jess.” You let your legs fall back open and she uses the washcloth to wipe you down, her movements are extra gentle as you shift away from her unintentionally when she grazes over your clit, still sensitive from your two orgasms.
“Sorry.” She apologizes. She wipes the inside of your thighs last before she turns her attention to the mess between her own legs. She loosens the straps of the harness, letting it fall to the floor. She reaches for the waistband of her boxers before pausing and looking at you. You can tell she seems hesitant to take them off under your watch.
“I won’t look, I promise.” You turn away slightly, looking at the ceiling. You can hear her moving around. A minute later you feel the bed dip beside you. She pulls the blanket up covering herself and then covering you as well. You roll over to face her, keeping your eyes even with hers, the blanket was covering her but still not wanting to make her uncomfortable.
You shift closer to her. Not close enough that you can touch her, not wanting to make her uncomfortable, but close enough that you can feel the heat radiating off her skin. Not saying anything, she grabs your hand pulling you toward her, she drapes your arm across her waist, your head coming to rest on her chest as her arm wraps over your shoulder, her fingers gently scratching on your back. You let out a sigh and feel her do the same. You didn’t know what this meant for you and her but just being here, your head on her chest, listening to her heartbeat, felt like everything you’d ever need.
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dialogue prompts: “Why are you mad?” “I’m not mad, I just think you can choose better people to kiss.” (2) + “Look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t feel the same as I do, then I’ll leave you alone.” (36) + “I’m tired of being on the sidelines.” (43)
Summary: You and Rick had something, you weren't quite sure what it was. After a few drunken mistakes during one of the dinner parties at Alexandria, Rick wants to make things crystal clear.
TWS: TENSION, blood, gore, gun violence (violence in general), alcohol, drunkness, drunken kisses, kind of dark!Rick, jealousy, possessiveness, protectiveness, all things consistent with TWD.
[[A/N: The vibes are in with this one, girlies. Kind of listened to Boyfriend by Dove Cameron for this one. SO... Be ready for that. Thanks for reading!!! ]]
Your head hurt after the night before, you couldn't quite remember why. Well, other than the drinks.
It had been the first dinner party after Alexandria, you were nervous and just kept sipping. Somebody kept giving you more, even though, you remember distinctly Rick (big hands and blue, blue eyes) warding them off. They continued when he wasn't by your side -beer after beer and maybe something... else? You couldn't really remember.
You gathered pretty quickly that Rick was mad at you that day, something about the way he composed himself -the steaming rage enveloping him, and it only continued for days.
Day after day, and nothing. Usually, you could read him like a book, but now, all you got was well, that he was mad at you. Not even to get you started on the way everyone else was distinctively ignoring your questions like Rick had told them to.
So, you stepped out of your comfort zone -you went straight to the most honest Alexandrian you knew. Or the one who would speak to you over Rick's head -Deanna.
There was something deep in your chest that told you somehow this was betrayal, but you had been driven far past that point. (One blue-eyed glare and complete head turn to ignore you past that point.)
"Hey," you spoke, a little uneasy.
"Hello, Y/N!" she smiled, big and bright, "-I'm glad to see that dinner has been going so well-"
"That's actually what I was here to talk to you about," you echoed, direct in your tone, "-last dinner party, I... I don't remember what happened."
"Nothing bad, I can assure you," she hummed, continuing to walk down the street, "-I'm well aware of anyone overstepping."
"Right, well, I'm glad, but-" you spoke, a little impatiently -eyes darting around, "-I don't remember."
"Nothing wrong with getting a little drunk," she spoke, something in her shifting, "-we understand the change is-"
"Deanna," you interrupted with finality, "-please, just tell me what happened."
She paused in her steps, turning around to fully face you -head on, and something in you shrunk at her inquisitive gaze. She looked at you a bit like a puzzle for a moment, before her eyes seemed to light up in understanding like she knew exactly what the issue was.
"Let's..." she began, slowly, "-Let's talk inside, shall we?"
You merely followed her up the steps and into her house, like a sheep to its shepherd -you were desperate. If she could help, you would just about do anything.
"I was wondering just what was with him," Deanna muttered to herself, "-makes so much sense now."
She led you to her living room, where the room was much the same in her own home, but she had photos -framed and set pristinely of faces you didn't quite know. Ones you doubted you ever would.
"Sit," she motioned, "-we have much to discuss."
"Much?" you questioned.
"Well, no, it's-" she started, but faltered for a moment, "-rather complicated."
"Complicated?" you questioned further, raising your voice.
"Look, I'm going to just tell you to avoid any further confusion. You kissed someone, can't remember who now-"
You paused, faltering for a minute, "That's it?"
"Rick saw," she finished as if it was some big reveal.
You and Rick had a thing, a very slight thing that neither of you had really even commented on or talked about. Hell, you hadn't even kissed the guy, but there was something there, a deep buzz under your skin. And something in the apocalypse was something, sure, but not if he didn't talk to you about it. Not if he-
You stopped your train of thought, "So?"
"Aren't you-" she seemed to pause, being taken off guard, "-Aren't the two of you together?"
"I'm sorry?" you asked, "-No, we're not... not really. He doesn't- It doesn't matter, drunkenly kissing a guy is no reason to get this pissy."
"It is if you're together."
"Deanna," you started, "-don't push your luck. Look, I have to go sort this out, do you-"
"Oh, no, please," she answered, quickly, "-I can't get a word in with the man right now. Fix it, go."
That's how you wound up here, ready at his door -he couldn't ignore you at his own home. You'd get him to listen.
"Rick," you addressed, direct as soon as the door opened and you saw the blue of his eyes, "-hey."
He seemed to still at your voice -frozen for a moment, before wordlessly moving around the kitchen. He was gathering up dishes, at a sure pace before, but now he'd begun much faster. As if he was trying to get away from you.
"Alright, enough-" you said, waltzing up to him, and turning his face to yours, "-why are you mad?"
Rick looked at you for a moment, and something in you almost grew shy at the attentiveness. Blue eyes dashing along your face like you were fresh water and he had been stranded in the desert.
And then, he stopped. Lifting his soapy hands to take yours off his face -a slow, gentle movement. The opposite of someone mad, you noted.
"Do we need to talk 'bout this?" He echoed, a little helplessly if you were honest.
"I don't know," you answered, "-you tell me. Can you not be mad if we don't talk about this?"
"I'm not," he sighed, turning back to the dishes -this time doing them leisurely, "-I'm not mad. I just..."
"You just what?" You asked, pointedly.
"I just think you can choose better people to kiss," he grumbled out so low you weren't even sure you'd heard him correctly.
But something in you fired off like a rocket.
"Seriously?!" You yelled out, a sort of toned frustrated yell, but still a yell, "-you are pissed because you don't approve?"
"That's not-"
"Well, I got good news for ya, Sheriff, I don't even remember who I kissed last night-"
"That's because he made ya so drunk-"
"-And on top of that, I can kiss who I want, when I want. It's not like you have any control over that-"
"I want to," he grumbled out, even lower.
You stilled, "I'm sorry...?"
He didn't speak for a moment, washing the soap off his hands -you watched the water trail down to his elbow. Scrubbing away at the dish towel, he dried them and turned to face you.
Rick's steps were slow and sure, you could hear the clink of the tile under his boot. And your heart started pounding with anticipation, maybe he was mad. Why was he getting so close-
He was just in front of you now, finger trailed under your chin, "Tell me to stop, if you don't want this."
You turned your head down to look at the tile, something in your breath catching that you could barely breathe. You just needed a second-
He flicked your eyes back to him, and you could feel his breaths on your lips, "Look me in the eyes and tell me you don't feel the same as I do, then I'll leave you alone."
"Rick-"
He raised an eyebrow, "I asked a question, Y/N."
"How do you feel?"
He roamed closer, eyes dashing between the two of yours and your lips, "I think you know, sweetheart."
You opened your mouth.
"But," he interrupted, "-if ya insist."
Rick pulled back slightly, hand leaving its trail to, instead, hold your wrists -gently, as his thumbs rubbed into your wrists. With another breath, he kissed your palms -pressing his lips there ever so slightly.
"I'm tired of being on the sidelines," he spoke, low and soft, "-I... I want it to be us. Together."
"Together?" You echoed.
"Like you stay in my house, you sleep in my bed, we go to dinners together instead of so... so far apart-"
"And you can tell me who to kiss?" You added, playfully.
"And I'm the only one you can kiss," he corrected with the smallest of grins, but there was something hard in his eyes. Something serious.
"So," you spoke, expectantly, "-kiss me then. So, I can see what I'm stuck with."
"Stuck?" He laughed, slowly leaning in, "-Oh darlin' you're gonna be far from stuck."
#rick grimes#rick grimes x reader#its griming time#stuff n' thangs#rick grimes x you#rick grimes x y/n#ricky dicky doo dah grimes#twd#twd rick#rick grimes x y/n fanfiction#rick grimes oneshot#protective!rick#possessive!rick#dont let me in
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boyfriend
"i could be a better boyfriend than him"
boyfriend - dove cameron
💌:: hi hi hiii! im rn suuuuper busy but i just had this idea i need to write it asapp!!! Its another drabble thoughhhh:( i js cant be stuck w writing one long fic!! Was gonna put fluff in here but i scrapped the idea<3
dom!college!ellie williams x f!reader
warnings bbg: mdni!!! fingering, smut generally, toxic releationship, pet names???
summary: reader having an asshole of a boyfriend and ellie being reader's bestfriend thinks she could be a better boyfriend.
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You came rushing to ellie's apartment elevator with tears mixed with mascara drailing down your face. Geez, you had a rough day. You quickly pressed number 5, that's the floor ellie is on.
Luckly no one was in the elevator with you so nobody had to see you being a mess. You grabbed your phone while still being in the elevator and quickly texted ellie.
You
Els, im a minute away from your room.
You got out of the elevator and found ellie's apartment door. Your just hoping she's isn't outside, i mean she has no classes at this time as she told you this morning.
You knocked on the door nervously, scared if she wasn't home. Then the door opened-- phew! She is home.
Ellie stops and looks at you top to bottom. "Hey what's wrong?" She asked in a soft voice. "I-" ellie stops you. "Wait, come inside first" she insisted.
You came in her apartment room dropping your bag on the floor and broke into tears. "is it your boyfriend again? What did he do to you this time?" She hugged you while patting your head gently.
"I- i j- just asked him to-" you sobbed again. "To- to go to come over a- and he said h-he couldn't" you sniffed. "W-when i asked-- why? He said he had a lot of assigments unfinished and he's busy-" ellie whiped a tear running down your cheeks.
"B-b-but when i went back to campus- to get the books i left, i- i saw him with aliyah- a- and t-they k- kissed.." ellie looked at you with pure sympathy. "Sit down" she told you.
You sat on her bed next to her. "B-but aliyah is dating that popular guy..." you sobbed. "She dates the whole campus y/n, just dump him! Your better on your own"
"But- if i dumped him, i- id hurt him..." you told her. Ellie looks at you in disbelief "your kidding right?" Said in a slightly mocking tone. "So your feel sorry for him?" She scoffs "funny. After making you cry for hours every single day? Never had time for you and instead he's hooking up with other hoes like that bitch aliyah?"
You avoided eye contact with ellie, she sounded angry. "So i'm just gonna let him hurt my g- bestfriend like that?" You shake your head slowly. "You still going to be with him? Come on, your not a loser" she mocked you.
"Your not going back with him. Im not letting him hurt you again. Enough is enough" you looked at her with soggy eyes still.
Ellie got closer to your face and whispered to your ears. "I could be a better boyfriend than him"
Suddenly she pushes you to the wall. "You are not going back to him" she stared at you coldly. She lifts up your chin. "Els...-" she kissed you a bit harsh while gripping on your shorts. You looked at her. Don't know how to react.
"Don't be an idiot, your better alone, or..." she towers over you on her bed practically pinning you to the wall. "...With me"
She pulls the top of your tanktop with her right hand and pulled down one of the strap with her left hand. "Ellie...." you whined. "Who do you belong to now?" She asked you demandingly. "Y-you"
You were so fucked up in the head, all fuzzy almost couldn't think straight. You feel drunk, this time it's not because you were at dina's and partying all night, this time its different.
It was a suprise, throughout the past 2 years, ellie does act a little 'different' with you, considering you've known her for half your life.
"You have no idea how long i've wanted to do this..." ellie whispered. You pulled ellie's shirt "can i just be yours....?" You muttered.
Ellie smirked and scoffs a bit mockingly "your mine" she said in a tone you've never heard before. She pulled down both of the straps of your tanktop and pulled it down.
She kissed your neck, biting it.... leaving marks. God, how are you going to cover this up? You started groaning.
"You smell nice, did your boyfriend bought you this parfume?" She stopped and looks at you. "N-no... i bought it mysel- shit..." she slid down the pretty shorts you wore.
"Better huh? Its getting hot in here" she smiled at took off her shirt and damn... she works out a lot doesn't she?
Ellie pushed her knuckle on your clothes cunt. "S'wet babe, who did this to you?" She asked. "Don'know" you mumbled. She pulled down your underwear and you gasped slightly. She suddenly inserts one digit in you. "Do you know now?" She asked again. "S'you- its you els"
She curled her finger in you. "-eghh.... el-ellie....." god your totally fuck up, its only one finger- and again, she puts another digit in you as you clenched around her fingers.
"Your so pretty..." ellie spat out those words making you blush like crazy. Its not like she never compliments you, she always compliment you every time you two meet and you put so much effort to your clothes i mean this time you were barely wearing anything.
You keep on moaning and groaning, shes is doing something to you. Then she pulled out both her digits and starts edging you. "Ff-fuck fuck fuuckk.." you yelled out.
"Y'gonna cum for me sweetie?" She asked. "S--soon, p-probablly i-" you came on her hand with a moan as you reached your climax. "Good girl" she praised you.
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pairing: modern au!mizu x fem!nurses assistant!reader
warning(s): light swearing, your boyfriend is an absolute shitbag but it’s okay mizu’s here <3
a/n: mizu is better than your boyfriend
word count: 496 words / 2,685 characters
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“(y/n),” mizu glanced at you. you cocked your head between bites of your good, “why are you still dating him?”
your a bit stunned at her question. what a question it was.
“well, I—“ you couldn’t think of the words.
you actually didn’t have an answer. there was no probable reason for you his stay with him.
“I don’t know,” you finally managed to say, the words quiet.
“then.. why don’t you just—“ she couldn’t believe she even bringing this up to you, “leave him?”
you glanced at her for a minute, before sighing and gazing at the grass below you.
“you’re probably right,” you murmur. “but staying with him is all I have.”
her body burned with anger at your words—all you had? when she was sitting right here.
she didn’t want to argue you—especially considering it would expose her in the process.
“.. right,” she muttered. “but you deserve to be happy.”
you leaned to rest your head on her shoulder, “I know.”
she twitched at the action, but she didn’t tell you to move. you stayed there, so comfortable you’d almost fall asleep.
until your boyfriend came to pick you up, that was.
you bid her goodbye with a smile, sliding into the passengers seat beside him.
she sighed, getting to her feet and heading to her own car. she couldn’t bare to see you caring about some douchebag of a guy.
she watched with hawk like precision, as you talked with the guy she so hated.
she was sitting by herself, in the cafe—she usually did, seeing as ever since you got with that asshole you sat with and his shitty friends. she knew she could treat you much better than he could, by a long shot.
yet…
the conversation didn’t seem to be going very well.
your face scrunched up in frustration, your eyebrows furrowed.
“I can’t believe this shit! again?” you yelp above all of the noise, “you cheated on me. with her. again! you know what?” you scoffed, shaking your head and grabbing your things.
“I’m done,” you hissed, flipping him off as you walked toward her table. you sighed as you sat, “I’m not even surprised.”
“.. me either,” she whispered. she didn’t want to make it sound like you were stupid—you weren’t. when it came to choices of partners..
.. maybe a little.
she decided to just go for it. she didn’t mean to jump on you the minute you broke up with your boyfriend—but she did want to make you feel better.
“you deserve to be treated better,” she wraps an arm around your shoulders, tugging your body into hers.
“.. I do,” you whispered.
“I could do that for you,” she replied, trying to sound as confident as possible as she said the words.
“.. oh.” you adverted your eyes, “h-how so?” your eyes locked onto hers.
“come on,” she slowly got up from the table, swinging her keys around her fingers, “I’ll show you.”
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a/n: two song rec’s for this one: first of all, boyfriend by dove cameron of course. and second, better than your boyfriend by lauren sanderson (actually that whole ep is so mizu, I’ll just link that)
@toobytub here ya go <3
#mizu x you#mizu x reader#mizu blue eye samurai#mizu#blue eyed samurai#fic#fanfic#fanfiction#tag#request#fic request#x reader
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Hello
Could I get a song lyric story with Billy Butcher with either song lyrics #1 or #13
Fluffy or sexy your choice.
⎯ better than him. [billy butcher – 1/2]
྾ summary: being denied by your crush, you find yourself at the door of butcher, only to get better since his your only company but it ends different than you thought. ྾ lyrics: #1, A little bit older. A black leather jacket. A bad reputation. Insatiable habits. He was onto me, one look and I couldn't breathe. Yeah, I said, “If you kiss me, I might let it happen.” ▸my oh my, camila cabello; #13, I could be a better boyfriend than him. I could do the shit that he never did. Up all night, I won't quit. Thinking I'm gonna steal you from him. I could be such a gentleman. Plus all my clothes would fit▸boyfriend, dove cameron
wc: 1.4k ྾ notes/tags: fluff, mentions of nsfw content (a little) – part 2 will be the nsfw one, reader discovers inner facts, kind of mean butcher, kissing, biting, confessing, nicknames, cursing. ^^ ALSO, lots of thanks to @butchers-girl for the request! 💌 I know I made you wait for a while but I hope this one will make you happy. enjoy! *lots of kisses and hugs* [masterlist]
“You look like shit.” He says, rolling his eyes at your mess yet he leaves his door open behind him to let you in after he understands you are waiting in front of his door for a while now from the way you sit on the ground, no tears but sadness washing over your face.
“Yeah, got it from you.” You tease even though he can make you leave his house anytime soon. A voice tells you that he will let you because contrary to his common cold manner, he’s soft – for you. This was the reason, maybe not the main one, you came to him after feeling so down due to having a crush, ex-crush now, who said how he could never imagine liking someone like you. Well, it shouldn’t hurt but it did and you had only Butcher to make you feel good since he was your only close friend.
“Stop being a brat,” Not using the word ‘cunt’ with you, no, you were so delicate to hear that, Huggie wasn’t though. “I let you in, yeah, be grateful.”
Following him into the couch, you put no mind to the mess of his house. You know he nearly comes to his house and today was your lucky day that he finally came. You watched him as he took off his black leather jacket, only leaving with a black sweater, making him look more mature and older – he’s indeed a little bit older than you, enough to make you watch him for a while before he remarks with a smirk on his attractive and cocky face, “Liked what you see the princess?”
Rolling your eyes, you look at the closed TV in front of you and hide your face from him – probably already understood how he made the heat rush to your face. You knew you were like an open book for him – he knew you maybe more than you know yourself, and that was another reason you came here – not the main one still.
“Just open the TV.” You say after seeing your own reflection on the black screen of huge TV; you have a messy posture while he’s looking so good as always. His wide open legs make you focus on there for a moment before catching his eyes on the reflection, seeing how he smirks and puts his left arm on the couch’s edge, right above your shoulders, caging you with his body like your small body, comparing to his bigger one, means nothing.
Without saying anything, he opens the TV, some ads playing while he drinks a bottle of beer which you didn’t see until that moment. How he got that even? “Want some?” He asks, pointing to the bottle.
Shaking your head positively, wanting nothing but forgetting about everything, you take the bottle from his hands, fingers brushing into each other. Feeling hotter each second beside him, you take a few gulps of cold beer and put your head on the edge of the couch, making his arm behind you a pillow for you to sleep on. Closing your eyes, you say after a moment of peaceful silence – something you like about Butcher; he always knows when to talk or let you go while being in silence. “He said he would never be with someone like me.” You leave a sad chuckle, feeling insecure even if you want to deny it.
It takes a few seconds for Butcher to say after you feel his piercing gaze on your face. How you wish to open your eyes and watch his beautiful eyes, attractive face, and sharp gazes but you can’t – not yet. “I said that he was a bastard, didn’t I?”
Opening your eyes, you look at his face, rolling your eyes at his cocky attitude inside your brain. “At least say something – uplifting you cocky bastard.”
Your swear makes him smirk, shrugging, he points to the door, “You can leave if you need a fucking therapist, ya know. I ain’t one.” Knowing he will not let you leave, you chuckle, drinking the remaining part of the beer as he watches your face, not even taking any permission to do it – he doesn’t need it anyway.
“Rude.”
“I speak the facts darlin’, the cunt is a bastard, so, let it go. Not worth it.” – Not worth crying, not worth thinking about his words but it’s nearly impossible when his words flow in your system like venom and you want Butcher to make you find your own medicine for it – you know your worth but still, being a broken one now, you need him.
“Butcher,” you say, taking his full attention on you because your voice comes so low, revealing how bad you are feeling right now. “What’s the meaning of ‘someone like me’? Am I that bad? I am, right?” You leave another weak – sad chuckle, making Butcher swear to the guy before looking at you deeply, with sympathy and affection on his expression.
“Fuck the guy,” He says, his arm behind you now holding you by the shoulder, pushing you closer to him, his hot breaths hit your face. “Fuck them all, y/n, you don’t need them to see your worth.” Surprised by how he talks – so openly, you become breathless because of both his words and the proximity between you.
Putting your right hand on his bearded cheek, you say, “Being soft now, are we?” Teasing him makes you giggle.
“Only for you, darlin’.” He confesses, leaving you surprised at his words. Looking at him, you gain great confidence by the way he looks back at you, and your hand moves on its own, caressing his beard as one of his hands find your back, pushing you closer to him, earning a low, “Butcher –“ utter from you.
“Yes, love?” He asks; a cocky smirk on his attractive face. Rolling your eyes, you leave a chuckle, playing the game he’s up to.
“Will you show me my own worth? In your eyes –“ You say, trying to understand his motives; just to take away your sadness or express something he wants aloud. You know that if this moment, he kisses you, you will let it all go, and like he hears your own thoughts, he smirks, holding your cheek with his free hand, pulling you closer until your lips touch his – fireworks blow in your stomach at the sudden but waited, for a long time, action.
First, you stay without moving, then, when he bites your lower lip to get your blank mind working again, you let a soft moan out, closing your eyes, and you kiss him back – as passionately as he does. Lips trying to eat the other’s lips, hot tongues enter each other’s mouth. As you and Butcher kiss each other as your lives depend on it, the world under your feet seems to be disappeared, only leaving Butcher and his presence knowledgable to your mind – reality. He’s neither fast nor slow with his actions. He acts as if he knows every nerve of you, which to push, which to pull, which to touch.
He slowly, and gently – contrary to his common attitude, rises, making your back touch onto the surface of the couch. Pushing your legs apart with his knee, he finds his place between your thighs, hands positioned on the left and right sides of your head. You can’t help but feel small against his big body, not that you complain, not when he breaks the kiss – both of you need air, a necklace which you gave him swing, you pay attention to it for a moment before looking at his eyes, seem to have more sparkles now. “At the end of the night,” He begins, sounding both confident and assuring, “You will know your own fucking worth, doll,” He kisses your lips again, rough this time, leaving red marks on them due to biting. He’s so possessive, you can see that. “The most precious girl – my girl is the most precious girl. So fucking precious. That cunt – oh, that cunt will kick his own ass after he finds out what he missed, I’m telling ya – ”
“Butcher,” You say before holding his necklace and pulling him into you powerfully. You need him now – more than anything, and you know you have needed him for a long time now. “Just forget about him and kiss me. I only need – you.” He smiles, genuinely, then, the smile turns into a devilish smirk, leaving you breathless.
“Damn sure you need me. Will make sure the only man you can think of will be me at the end of the night, my girl.”
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boyfriend / natasha ‘phoenix’ trace x reader
this is porn. this is literally porn with minimal plot based on boyfriend by dove cameron. sorry to my jake girlies, he’s not portrayed the nicest in this lol I love him I really do but..... I just have thoughts about phoenix. this is my psa that my requests are open for nat, send them all my way pls n thx
boyfriend / natasha ‘phoenix’ trace x reader
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word count: 1.8k
warnings: drinking, infidelity, as mentioned porn with minimal plot, oral (f-receiving), a little bit of edging
Your boyfriend’s arm felt heavy slung around your waist as you sat at the bar ordering a drink. The energy in the club was infectious and the energy of your group even more so as everyone celebrated Rooster’s birthday. You ordered something strong, something to loosen you up, something to hopefully make you enjoy your surroundings. You felt fingers trail down your arm before gripping your hand and you turned to see Phoenix looking at you with that look that had you rising from your seat and following her in an instant to the dance floor, vaguely gesturing behind you at Jake to join you. You let the alcohol do its job, washing over you and lowering your inhibitions as you danced with your friends, leaning against Jake as he swayed behind you. Your skin felt hot and a grin never left your face, hips moving to the beat and getting lost in the moment.
Two drinks turned to three, then four and then your group was somehow meandering to the Hard Deck just like you always did, the home base… Penny had given you all looks of disappointment at your varying ranges of inebriation and disarray but poured your drinks anyways as you settled in to close out the night. You’d started by Jake’s side but slowly as the evening progressed he got more and more invested in his conversations with Coyote, or Rooster, or Bob and you found yourself shrinking back and claiming a seat near the bar, your absence being missed by your boyfriend as you watched him for a moment before mindlessly scrolling on your phone and waiting for last call so you could drag him home.
“Didn’t think I’d find you not glued to his side tonight,” Phoenix said and it stirred something in your chest, you didn’t know if you should be defensive or shrug it off.
“Taking a breather,” you decided to respond and she nodded as she slid into the booth beside you. You felt the hair on the back of your neck rise as she looked you over appreciatively, “didn’t get a chance to tell you earlier but you really look beautiful tonight.” she said and your cheeks burned under the praise, unsure of how to accept it.
“Thank you,” you said softly, taking a moment to look at her and you felt struck by how stunning she was. You’d always admired her. Her cool and collected demeanor was alluring and her sharp gaze had captivated you on countless occasions but her proximity made it feel all the more overwhelming. “You look beautiful tonight too, always do.” you added and she softly smiled.
“Did you really need a breather or is there another reason you’re not over with your boyfriend right now?” she asked and you again didn’t know how to feel about the statement.
“Didn’t think he’d miss me,” you said and she hummed in response.
“Don’t know how he couldn’t,” she replied and your eyebrows furrowed as her fingers trailed your arm for the second time this evening… to the outside eye it would look innocent, like two friends drunk and spilling life stories in a secluded booth but on the inside there was something bubbling beneath the surface, just about to reach its boiling point. “If I were him, I’d never leave you alone,” she said, eyes holding yours intently and you wanted to look away but you couldn’t.
“Why is that?” you asked.
“Pretty girl sitting all alone in a booth near last call? Someone else might swoop in,” she said and you let out a laugh though there wasn’t much humor in it. “Especially you, he should know better than to ever take his attention off you… I know I don’t,” she whispered the last part and goosebumps rose on your skin. Her fingers were still drawing absentminded patterns against your skin and it felt like she was leaving fire in their wake.
“You don’t?” you asked and you felt dumb, but you were having a hard time conjuring anything else when she was holding your gaze the way she was, touching you so innocently that you felt ridiculous for feeling so affected.
She shook her head and removed her fingers from your arm to trail across your cheekbone before pushing strands of hair behind your ear and you leaned into the touch, “never… can’t seem to take my eyes off you.” she said and you flushed again. She smirked at the response, clearly enjoying how little it took to wrap you around her finger. “If I’m not reading into things I recall you not being able to take your eyes off me either,” she accused and you felt stripped bare, eyes widening at the truth her words held and she chuckled.
“I’m sorry-” you started, looking down to your palms but her finger hooked under your chin and forced your eyes back to hers.
“I’m not,” she said and you missed her touch when she pulled her hand back… she noticed and instead placed it on your thigh. Her fingers danced higher, slipping under the hem of your skirt and your breath caught in your throat, heart pounding so loud it clouded your hearing and your mind felt dizzy at how little it took for her to wind you up so tight.
“Jake is…” you sighed, not knowing how to finish that sentence and she glanced over to your friends briefly before returning her attention to you.
“Not wondering where you are,” she said, and you thought those words should have hurt you… the fact that he was so preoccupied elsewhere that in the past twenty minutes he hadn’t thought to check where you’d gone. She raised her other hand to cup your jaw and pull you closer as she whispered in your ear, “besides… I can be a much better boyfriend than him.” Her fingers gripped the soft skin of your thighs and you leaned into her. Her perfume was intoxicating, sandalwood and jasmine, and when you leaned back slightly to look in her eyes suddenly there was no one else in this bar. You leaned forward tentatively, letting your lips brush against hers and you felt electricity thrumming in your veins as she surged forward and captured you in a kiss. She tasted like tequila and peppermint and you wanted more, you gently bit her bottom lip before you pulled back and suddenly she was gripping your wrist and tugging you out of the booth to someplace more private.
The bathroom door swung shut behind you and she pressed you against it in an instant, locking it as she did and it was a clash of tongues and teeth as you desperately tried to pull her closer. She led you by the waist to the bathroom sink and slid her hands underneath your ass to lift you onto it. You wrapped your legs around her and dipped your head back as she kissed down your neck, leaving traces of her lipstick in her wake but you didn’t seem to care. Her touch was gentle but firm, caressing you in all the right ways as she sank to the floor and pushed your skirt up to your waist. You thought to yourself that you should be stopping this, you should be going back to your boyfriend and trying to forget this ever happened but you wanted the way she was looking up at you as she spread your legs apart to be burned into your memory forever. Her fingers trailed over your clothed heat delicately as she placed kisses along your thighs and you bucked into her touch, whining as she teased you and you could feel her lips curl into a smirk against your skin.
“I’d be willing to bet he can’t get you this worked up,” she said and you moaned as she applied pressure to your clit. She was right… he couldn’t, no one had ever had you so close to careening off a ledge before they’d even properly touched you. “Such a shame,” she whispered, tugging your underwear down your legs and you shivered as the cold air hit your already soaked cunt. She moaned against you as she licked a stripe through your folds, savoring the taste of you and your hands instinctively went to thread through her silky hair and push it away from her face as you bucked against her. “So responsive,” she cooed, tongue circling your clit and you fought to stifle the sound that threatened to rip through you.
“Phoenix,” you sighed as she expertly licked and sucked at you, using a hand to steady your hips and keep you from falling off the counter. You whined as you felt a finger press into your entrance, then two and your hand flew to cover your mouth when she began massaging that spot inside you that had pleasure radiating through every nerve ending. This was all so new and foreign but felt so right as she worked you up, pulling back slightly to tease you as your walls began clenching around her fingers.
“Poor thing, wound up so tight, already going to cum for me?” she taunted and you let out a soft groan as she lightly flicked her tongue across your sensitive bundle of nerves, body jolting and writhing as she instead focused on sucking marks into your thighs, fingers shallowly thrusting into you before pulling out completely to shove her fingers in your mouth and you eagerly closed around them, sucking off every trace of yourself. She lifted her head briefly to watch and moaned at the sight before returning to her worship of your soft skin and your chest heaved as your hips wiggled, your body yearning for her to touch you again as you felt your arousal dripping down your legs. She kissed her way back to your clit and you gasped when she sucked it into her mouth and pushed her fingers back into you, curling and thrusting just right as your eyes rolled back.
Heat was prickling across your skin as you tried to keep quiet but all you wanted to do was scream her name as you felt the tension begin to grow and she moaned against you when she felt you clenching around her fingers, the vibration sending jolts through your body. She slid her free hand up your body to intertwine her fingers with yours and your legs shook around her head as your climax overtook you, pure ecstasy flooding through your veins and clouding your vision as she worked you through it, lapping up everything you had to give her. She pulled away when you jerked back at the overstimulation and stood where you pulled her in for a kiss, tasting yourself on her and wrapping your legs around her again.
“I’m going home… I think you should ditch your boyfriend and meet me there,” she said, stepping back and giving you a smirk as she wiped her face and left you alone in the bathroom reeling, body still trembling and aching for her in her absence. You slid off the sink and looked at yourself in the mirror, fixing your hair and wiping at your smudged lipstick before walking out of the bathroom and out of the bar without even looking back.
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Surprise!
PARING: John Nolan/Reader Bailey Nune/ Daughter!Reader Henry Nolan/Reader
WARNINGS: NONE, JUST FLUFF!
SUMMARY: Harper Nune is Bailey Nune's daughter, and when her mother invites her to there wedding, she says yes. What her mother doesn't know is that Harper moved to Los Angeles.
"Yes, mom. I'm on my way." Harper told her mother on the phone. Harper was on her way to L.A. for her mother's wedding. Harper was a little hesitant about her mother getting married again, especially after Jason, who is her birth father. "Okay, I just want to make sure." Harper chuckled, told her mother goodbye, and hung the phone up while boarding the plane to L.A.
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About nine hours into the flight, she was very excited to get off the plane. She only had about thirty minutes left on the flight. She heard someone on her right side ask, "Are you Harper Nune?" Harper looks over at him and smiles. "Yes, I am. How may I help you?" The boy smiled. "I'm such a big fan; I love your character on Supernatural."
"Awe, thank you so much." Harper then heard the pilot on the speakers. "We are arriving in Los Angeles, California. Thank you for riding with us." Harper sighs and waits for the plane to land.
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"Mom, I am getting in the car. Yes, yes, I'll drive safely. I love you too, mom." Harper hangs the phone up, gets in the driver seat, turns the car on, and drives to the address her mother gave her the night before. While on the drive, Harper was jamming out to Dove Cameron's song, Boyfriend. "I could be a better boyfriend than him; I could do the shit he never did-" Harper got interrupted by the GSP. "Your destination is on the right."
Turning right, Harper parked her car in her mother's and fiance's driveway. Taking her keys out, she still kept on singing the song, Boyfriend. "I never would have left you alone. Here on your own, glued to your phone. Never would have left you alone. For someone else to take you home." Harper stopped singing when she got to the front door. Raising her fist, she knocked on the door.
"One moment!" Harper heard a man's voice. She was mentally hoping she didn't have the wrong house. Just a few seconds later, the door opened to reveal an older man. "Oh, hello- Wait. Aren't you that actor, Harper Nune?" Harper smiled. "Yeah, I am. Glad to know someone knows me." The older man laughs. "Um, what can I help you with?" "Oh, right. Is Bailey here? Bailey Nune?"
"Um, yes, she is. Just give me a- Bailey! There is someone at the door for you!" John shouted. Harper heard footsteps and her mother's voice. "Who is it?" "It's-" Harper saw her mother and smiled. "Hey, mom. How are you?" Bailey gasps and hugs Harper. "You never texted me like you said you would. You scared me!"
Harper laughed while her mother invited her inside. "I'm sorry, mom; I was making sure to be careful. Especially with L.A. traffic." They heard John clear his throat, and the two women looked at him. "Oh, right. John, this is my daughter, Harper Nune. Who you might know as an actor, and Harper, this is John Nolan. My fiance." John looked surprised and shocked. "You never told me you had a daughter." Bailey looked at her daughter sheepishly. "Yeah, I kinda forgot to."
Just then, they heard a knock on the door. John looked at Bailey, while Bailey looked at him. When he opened the door, Harper recognized him; it was the boy on the airplane. "Henry! Hey, come on in." John invited the boy, Henry. Inside. "Henry, this is-" "Hey, nice to see you again, Harper." Harper smiled at Henry. "It's nice to see you again, Henry." The two parents looked at each other, confused about what was going on. "What is happening?" Bailey asked.
"Oh, Henry and I met on the plane when we were about thirty minutes away from L.A." Harper looked down at her watch and silently cursed herself. "Crap, I have to go. I have a few errands to run. Uh, Henry, can I borrow you for a second?" Henry nods and walks out the door with Harper, while John and Bailey just stare at each other. "Okay, so I need some help." Henry nods for her to continue. "I'm getting my mother a necklace, and I am planning on getting John something as well, and I don't know his taste very well. So I thought, 'Why not ask if you wanted to help?"
"I'll come with you, as long as I can drive." Harper smiled and nodded her head. Handing him her car keys, they got in the car and drove to Blue Nile. (Blue Nile is an actual jewelry store in L.A. I looked it up.)
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Walking inside the jewelry store, Harper and Henry look at each other. "Okay, you go find something you think John will like, while I go grab a necklace for my mom. Meet back here in fifteen." Henry nodded his head and headed off to the right side of the store. Walking up to the necklace, Harper looked at them all for about five minutes and found the one she thinks she will love.
Looking up at the employee, she asked if she could grab the necklace. When she pulled it out, Harper looked at it in 'awe'. "This is perfect; thank you." When she bought the necklace, it cost $2,620. Harper paid for it and met back with Henry, who was still looking at the watches and rings. "Hey, found something you think he might like?" Henry looked at Harper and nodded.
"Yeah, this one." Henry pointed to a ring that was really nice. "Hi, could we get that one, please?" The employee grabbed the ring, and Harper and Henry decided that it was the final decision. The cost was $1,620. Henry tried offering to pay for it, but Harper told him not to. "No, I'm doing this that way John knows I consider him in my family."
Harper and Henry thank the employee and leave. Driving back to John and Bailey's house.
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After staying for a few hours, Harper was getting ready to leave when she forgot to tell her mother about another surprise. "Oh, mom, before I forget, I moved." "That's amazing, sweetheart. Where did you move?" Harper smirked at her mother. "Oh, I don't know. About. five minutes away from here." Bailey squealed and hugged Harper. "Really!" Harper nodded. "I wanted to get a house close to here, but not too close, so I don't seem like a creep."
Harper saw the time and told her mom she had to go. "Goodnight, mom, and night, John. I love you, mom." "I love you to, Harper."
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Harper opened her house door and sighed, feeling tired from the day she had. Putting her keys down, she locked all her doors and windows before getting into bed. She read a book for about thirty minutes but got tired and fell asleep without realizing it.
PART TWO?
#The Rookie x Reader#The Rookie#The Rookie Imagine#John Nolan x Reader#John Nolan#John Nolan Imagine#Henry Nolan x Reader#Henry Nolan#Henry Nolan Imagine#Bailey Nune x Daughter!Reader#Bailey Nune#Bailey Nune Imagine#Actor!Reader
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Boyfriend
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader
Warnings: cussing, brief sadness, making out, fingering, oral
Summary: Nat doesn’t like your boyfriend and feels as though she’d be a better fit than him.
A/N: MINORS DNI I’ve had this idea for a bit and I’m hoping no one else has done this and if they have please let me know. but this is based on the song “Boyfriend” by Dove Cameron
Natasha has liked you for a very long time now, it was obvious to everyone but you. You were oblivious to her looks, the way she would physically get close to you, the slight touches, the cute pet names, Nat would literally follow you around like a lost puppy but you assumed that was just your dynamic, you didn’t think anything of it, especially feelings. She used to leave huge hints, you didn’t pick up on those either. No, you weren’t slow you just couldn’t imagine Natasha liking you, the way you liked her when you first met. She was distant at first almost cold and you thought she was the most gorgeous woman you laid your eyes on and in your head, it seemed like she made it very clear that you two were just friends, but that was far from the truth. Nat liked you too, she just didn’t know how to express her feelings and you two had just met it definitely would’ve been too soon to tell you that she liked you. Natasha’s feelings never left if anything they got stronger, she found it hard to be around you sometimes due to you getting a boyfriend, it was harder having to listen to you go on and on about him. She wanted to tell you her feelings but the night that she wanted to you brought your boyfriend to Tony’s party. You wore a long tight sapphire silk dress with a slit on the side that stopped right below your hip with an open back exposing the beautifully detailed tattoo that took up your entire back, that same tattoo that Natasha wished she could trace with her fingers while you two were cuddled up, she shook those thoughts away and went back to trying to help you find a dress for Tony’s next party. You came out in a short emerald green dress, she thought the color looked amazing against your skin tone but you didn’t like how short it was, you went back into the dressing room then returned minutes later with a longer, red sparkly dress once again this dress had a slit but it was on your front right thigh pretty high up but not exposing anything. Natasha couldn’t help but stare in awe at your beauty, if she wasn’t in love before she definitely is now. “Nat?” She snapped out of the trance she was in “That looks great, that’s my favorite. What do you think?” You looked at yourself in the mirror turning to the side a bit trying to see every angle possible. “You don’t think the slit is too high?” You looked at Natasha through the mirror as she shook her head “You look amazing.” You blushed a little then went back into the dressing room to change into your regular clothes, you came back out "Your turn." Nat shook her head "I have a dress at the compound" She smiled weakly at you but you were too excited about your dress to notice. You two went up to pay for the dress and made your way back to the compound.
Finally, it was time for the party, you finished up your makeup while your boyfriend impatiently waited for you in the common area with Bucky, Sam, Steve, Tony, and Nat the others were already at the party "She better come down here looking better than me since she's taking so long." Nat rolled her eyes while the boys stayed quiet, well except for Tony who as we all know can never keep his comments to himself "Trust me, she will." Your boyfriend looked over at Tony and rolled his eyes turning his attention back to the stairs where you were now coming down "Alright, I'm ready." You smiled at your friends but your smile fell when your eyes landed on your boyfriend who still had that impatient look on his face. You ignored it and smiled once more "Alright, let's go!" Sam exclaimed clapping his hands together. You all followed Sam out the door and you all made your journey to the party. Some were already dancing others were mingling and drinking. You pulled your boyfriend to the dance floor and started dancing to the upbeat music, you were having fun but your boyfriend couldn't be less interested to be there, he just wanted to be seen but the millions of rich businessmen that were there. "I'm gonna go get us a drink, be right back." He kissed your cheek and disappeared into the crowd. Nat was in the corner watching your every movement, she desperately wanted to walk over there, take you into her arms, and hold you close to make sure nothing ever gets to harm you. "You got a little bit of drool right there." Her head snapped in the direction where the voice came from, it was Sam, Nat rolled her eyes "She deserves better." Sam nodded and leaned against the wall "That's for her to find out." Nat shook her head "I could be a better boyfriend than him." She walked away to a side room to cool off for a bit. It's been 20 minutes since your boyfriend went to get the drinks, you looked around but couldn't find him, you felt the tears well up in your eyes and decided to walk to a different room to gather yourself when you walked in you saw Natasha "Oh, sorry I didn't know you were in here." Your voice was weak, you couldn't hide the tears especially not from Nat. "Oh, sweetheart, what happened?" She walked towards you pulling you into her arms hugging you, rubbing your back gently. "He left me on the dance floor." You sniffled and pulled back, she looked at your face bringing her thumbs up to wipe your tears away, you smiled leaning into her hands "Thank you, Nat I don't know what I'd do without you."
Nat kissed your forehead whispering against your skin "I can't believe we're finally alone, I can't believe I almost went home." You frowned and looked at Nat "You almost went home?" She nodded and pulled you to the little couch that was in the room "What are the chances? Everyone's dancing and he's not with you." You were taken aback by the sudden forwardness of Nat, even though she's always been like this, you were just too stubborn to notice. "What am I gonna do? Not grab your wrist?" Nat was now dangerously close to your face with her hand on your wrist, you got butterflies in your stomach all those feelings came crashing back. "Nat.." She leaned over and whispered in your ear "I could be a better boyfriend than him, I could do the shit that he never did." She brushed her lips against your earlobe which sent shivers down your spine, you swallowed hard looking at her from the corner of your eye "Up all night I won't quit" She placed a small kiss below your ear, whispering one more time "Think I'm gonna steal you from him, plus all my clothes would fit." You let out a small moan, tilting your head a bit. "Nat... What are you doing?" She looked up at you and cupped your cheeks "I could be a better boyfriend than him, if I could give you some advice, I would leave with me tonight." Your eyes flickered from her lips to her eyes and nodded slightly, she pressed her lips to yours. Hungry. Desperate. She wanted to do this for as long as she's known you, you wanted it too but you were too oblivious to what Nat was trying to do or say. The two of you pulled back breathlessly, she leaned her forehead against yours. “I love you, Y/N.” Your eyes were wide and you stared at her for a bit, then smiled “I love you too” She took her chance and kissed you again this time passionately, you didn’t care that you two were at a party surrounded by millionaires and your closest friends, not to mention your boyfriend was still out there but once again you didn’t care. You wanted to be with Nat, every minute of every day, you yearned to be with her. All the times you and your boyfriend would ‘make love’ as he would say, you were thinking of Natasha, that’s probably why you actually had orgasms. Her hands wandered aimlessly all over your body but stopped why by the slit in your dress, you bit her bottom lip gently to let her know it was okay, and her small, soft hand found its way under your dress and placed it on your hip, rubbing small circles with her thumb, that’s when she noticed. You’re not wearing panties, she smirked against your lips then left small kisses down your jaw to your neck, you tilted your head back giving her more access to do what she’s always wanted to do. Her hand slowly moved from your hip to your throbbing wet core “Oh darling, you’re already wet for me” She nibbled lightly on your neck, while you let out soft moans, trying to contain yourself from being too loud. Nat slid her fingers between your wet folds, immediately finding your clit, something your boyfriend never found, she began rubbing small circles against it, the sounds of your moans were music to her ears, she never thought that she’d love the melody of your moans, especially knowing that you were moaning because of her.
She pulled her fingers back, sucking on them lightly while she moved between your thighs she looked up at you and smirked “Ladies first, baby I insist.” she pulled your dress up slightly, spreading your legs apart, she smiled to herself taking in all of your beauty. "You are so beautiful." You smiled watching her head dip down between your thighs, you took a deep breath, relaxing. Natasha guided the tip of her tongue from top to bottom then back up with a flat tongue, you threw your head back moaning a little louder than before. "Fuck, Nat." She took that as a sign to really put in work, her tongue found its way back to your clit softly sucking, she swirled her tongue trying to gather all of your juices, she moaned against your skin when you bucked your hips up moaning out her name, by now you felt as though everyone heard you but as before you didn't care. Natasha knew what she was doing you never expected that but you weren't complaining at all, you ran your fingers through her hair gripping it slightly which caused her to moan as well. "Oh, fuck Nat please don't stop." She did exactly what you said and didn't stop, she started sucking on your clit once more, your legs started to shake, and you couldn't help but release everything you had in you on her face, she smiled and sucked a couple more times, you started squeezing your thighs a bit but not too hard, you arched your back pushing Nat's head away, both of you out of breath you smiled at each other. You grabbed her face and brought her to you, kissing her deeply tasting yourself on her lips "That was amazing, Nat." She looked into your eyes "You taste amazing, Y/N" You two stared at each other for a bit. "Well, isn't this just great?" You both looked at the doorway and there he was, your boyfriend standing there staring at you two along with the rest of your friends. You quickly pulled your dress down and stood up "At least she gave me a real orgasm." Your arms are now crossed over your chest he chuckled and took a step towards you, towering over you "She can't possibly be better than me. She will never be me and trust me sweetheart you'll be back." He reached his hand up to caress your cheek but just before he makes contact Bucky grips him by the back of his suit jacket and pulls him out of the room. You let out the breath you didn't know you were holding in looking at the rest of your friends they all were smiling and started a slow clap which made you and Natasha blush "You guys are losers." You all shared a laugh "At least we waited until you were done to let him storm in." Tony chirped, giving you a wink. You smiled and nodded at him "We appreciate it." Nat came up to your side wrapping her arm around your waist you kissed her temple, pulling her closer to you. "It's about time y'all did something, we were growing impatient, by the way, Steve you owe me 20 bucks." You watched as they all exchanged money, you rolled your eyes and pulled Nat into a kiss, giggling at all the cheers from them. You all went back to the party dancing and having fun for the rest of the night.
A/N: This is my first time writing with Natasha, I hope I wrote her well. I do love a soft Nat though!
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I Could Be A Better Boyfriend Than Him
Pairing: Natasha Trace x f!reader
Warnings: 18 plus only! Minors DNI! DO NOT COPY! Smut with very little plot. Mentions of a toxic relationship. Cheating (don't do it). Breast play. Nipple play. Fingering. Thigh riding. Finger sucking. Dirty talk. Praise kink.
AN: If you've read any stories by me, then you know I include music in 95% of my stories. So, you know I had to write a story with this song and Phoenix.
Summary: When Natasha learns that your boyfriend didn't show up, leaving you alone. She decides to take the matter into her own hands.
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You sat there alone at a table in the corner of the ballroom that echoed with music, laughter and conversations that people carried on. The huge room was so alive, expect for you in your little corner. Which, you were glad that it was in the back, away from everyone so no one would see how you were embarrassed and furious.
Your Navy boyfriend was supposed to meet you here, at one of his events, might you add, hours ago and he is nowhere in sight. And to make it all better, he is ignoring all of your text and calls.
For the first hour, you tried to wait it out, hoping he was just running late, something happened with his car. Anything. The second hour you were getting annoyed and trying to contact him. But on the third hour, now when the event is almost over, your beyond furious and the more you sit there and think about your boyfriend, the madder you got. You try to not think about what he could possibly be doing to have missed an event like this, leaving you high and dry.
But that thought weighs on you, and you swear you're going to break the Marti glass, you're gripping it so tightly. You called for an uber about 15 minutes ago, and you thought you might as well drink while you wait for it. And you thought that no one could notice you, but Phoenix did. When she walked away from the dance flow, she saw you sitting there with your head down. She could tell that something was really bothering you.
So, she straightened her dress whites out and made her way over to you. Standing over the table. She looked down at you, "May I ask why you have been sitting alone here all night?" She speaks up. Your attention going up to her.
"I was waiting for my boyfriend." You answer honestly. You considered lying, but you didn't see the point in it, truthfully.
"Well, how long have you been waiting?" Her eyebrows furrowed and she rest her hand on the seat next to you.
"Three hours." You put on a smile.
"Damn." She shakes her head. "May I?" She gestures to the seat. You nod and she sits in the seat by you.
Her eyes examine your body. Your hair is in perfect curls that hit right at your chin. The black off-the-shoulder dress you wear hugs your curves perfectly, the slit in the dress showing off your legs, and the very low neckline showing off your breast that all but shines in the chandelier light.
Who the fuck would leave a woman like you alone all night? She thought to herself. And as she was looking at that little black dress of yours, you were looking at her uniform. The way her dress whites somehow made her look so much more confident and intimating than she already is. The way her hips looked in those pants and the outline of her breast in the suit jacket. The dixie cup somehow making her cheekbones and jawline look even sharper than they already are.
"Do you have a ride home?" Her question snapped you out of your thoughts.
"Um, yes ma'am. I called an uber about 20 minutes ago. It should be here anytime now."
She crosses her legs. Trying to get some friction from the wetness that is growing. Hearing you say 'yes ma'am' doing something to her.
You didn't think anything about it when you said it. Your use to saying it, saying it around your family, and around those who serve. You have always made sure to show respect to others.
"Come on. I'm not letting you pay for that overpriced shit." She stands up. Holding her hand out to you. Waiting for you to take her hand. But you only stare up at her confused.
"No, no, I can't. I already called for the-" You try to explain, but she won't hear you out.
"Get up." She demands. You gulp, taking a deep breath, staring up at her. But finally, you take her hand. Standing up. You follow her out of the ballroom that slowly starts to die down, and out to her car, where she opens the door for you.
As she pulls out of the parking lot of the building, making her way to your apartment. She fights the urge to rest her hand on your thigh. But she can't resist the questions that she wants to ask you. To express her mind.
"Dick move of your boyfriend, uh? Leaving you all alone like that." She speaks. Her words catching you off guard. Your surprised she went out and said it. Yes, you're thinking it, but you didn't expect her to go out and say it.
"Yes, you could say that. I'm used to it by now though." Your strangely comfortable around her. You feel secure in her presence. The words just flow from you when you're with her. Things you normally wouldn't say with others, you say with her.
"You shouldn't have to be used to it." She scoffs. It really bothers her. Your situation. She's afraid that if she saw your boyfriend right now, she would not be responsible for what she might say or do to him.
"You deserve better than him." She pauses for a moment. Her grip on the steering wheel tightening. "A guy like that would be stupid to treat a beautiful woman like you that way." She didn't mean for words to be so flirtatious, but they were. And now you're the one who is crossing your legs to get some friction. Heat creeping up to your cheeks.
Phoenix comes to a stop. Parked in front of the building you live at. Only being a quick 10-minute drive. She turns to you, and you keep your head down. Avoiding her stare. She looks you up and down. Slowly analyzing your body language. Your chest is rising and falling, your breath heavy. Your cheeks red, your hands fidgeting, and your legs squeezed together tightly. Without thinking, her imperious confidence takes over, and she rest her hand on your knee. Leaning closer to you. She watches you squirm.
"I could be a better boyfriend than him." Her voice is rasp as she whispers the sinful words in your ear. Your breath hitches and you turn your head so that you are face to face with her. Your lips hovering over hers. The butterflies in your stomach and the heat in-between your legs growing.
You know right now you should pull away. Pull away before you take it too far. Before it is too late to take it back. But fuck, her hand keeps inching up your thigh and she looks so good in that uniform. You want her so badly, but you know it is wrong and that has you question everything.
Earlier when you said that this wasn't the first time he hasn't showed up, it was not a lie. Your relationship with him has been toxic. You have been questioning your relationship with him for a while now. You've been unhappy, and the two of you are always getting into fights, and right now, Natasha isn't helping the situation because as her hand gently squeezes your thigh, you strongly consider officially breaking it off with your boyfriend. She would be a better boyfriend than him.
Fuck it. You close the very short distance between the two of you. Kissing her. Your hands going to the side of her face. Pulling her impossible closer. Her tongue teases your bottom lip and before she does anything else or let you do anything; she pulls away from you. Getting out of the car, she races over to your side. Opening your door. You jump out. Taking her hand and leading her up to your apartment.
When you get to your door, you can't get it unlocked fast enough. But when you get the door open and both get in your apartment, she closes it behind her. Pining you down to the door. Your hands pined above your head with her strong grip. Her free hand going to your breast and lightly squeezing them while kissing you. Her tongue teasing yours.
She pulls away. Her mouth going to your bare shoulder. Kissing along your skin. Biting at your neck and when she gets up to your jawline, and sucks right under your ear at your weak spot, you moan. Slightly arching your back off of the door. Your breast pressing against hers.
When she moves away from your neck and looks down at body, she is annoyed at how covered you are. But she quickly changes that. She moves the hand that was pining you down. Going to your back, quickly finding the zipper, she pulls it down. Her hands going to the sleeves, pushing them down. As she pulls your dress down, you kiss her again, not being able to get enough of her lips. Your hands go to her hat. Taking it off and tossing it to the side. Then your hands make quick work to take her jacket off and start unbuttoning her shirt, but she stops you. Having other plans in mind.
"Let's finish this in the bedroom baby." She pants and without hesitation, you guide her to your bedroom. And when you enter the room, she quickly takes charge. "Sit at the edge of the bed." You do as she says.
She stands in front of you. Looking down at you, her lips grow into a grin. She holds your chin. Tilting your head up a little more. She takes her thumb, rubbing your bottom lip with it. "Look at you..." She looks from your lips, down to your figure. "Being such a good girl for me." Her words make you weak.
She lets go of your chin. Her hands going to her shirt. Finishing unbuttoning the shirt agonizingly slow. When she gets it off, she slowly unzips her pants. Putting a show on for you. When you try to touch her, she stops you. Leaning you back on the bed. She starts to leave kisses down your neck. Sure to turn into marks later. She continues to work her way down. Kissing all along your chest. She looks up at you through her eyelashes, taking one of your nipples into her mouth. She lightly bites at it, then sucks on it. Her hand rubbing and pitching the other one in time with her tongue.
She moves her mouth to your other breast. Giving it the same amount of attention as the other. Sucking, biting, and licking at it. Making you moan and pant. Arching your back. Leaning into her mouth. Your walls clenching around nothing. Your hips bucking against her hips.
"I'm going to make you feel so good." She mumbles against your skin. Kissing down your stomach. She gets down on her knees in front of you. You lean up on your elbows, so you can see her. Looking down at her as she removes your heels. Kissing your ankles. She kisses up your legs, and when she gets to your thighs, you try to squeeze them shut, but she pries them open. "Lift." You do so, lifting your hips for her and she slides your underwear down.
Her hands going to your thighs to keep your legs spread wide for her. She wastes absolutely no time and dives into your pussy as if she was Olympic swimmer. She licks up your folds. Savoring the taste of you, moaning against you as if she just ate the most delicious meal she has ever had. She teases your entrance with her tongue. Flicking it against you.
Her lips wrapping around your clit. Sucking on it. You gasp. Your hand going to the back of her head. Gripping her hair. You buck your hips into her face. Her hand coming up and holding you still. With her other hand. She takes her two middle fingers. Rubbing circles on your entrance before she slides them. Curling them up. She pulls them out, then curls them back in. Fucking you with her fingers. Teasing your g-spot.
"Oh, Natasha!" You moan out her name when she matches the speed of her mouth on your clit with the speed of fingers. Your stomach tightens. Your walls clenching around her fingers. Your so close. "I'm, uh, I'm not going... going to last much longer." You spoke through moans. Trying to buck your hips, her grip was tight on you. Holding you still.
"Go ahead and come for me baby." The vibrations of her words against your swollen clit sends you over the edge. The push you needed for your climax to release all over her fingers and mouth. Her movements start to slow down. Riding you off of your high. When your body starts to relax, and your breathing starts to slow a little. She leans over you.
"Open your mouth." You part your lips for her. She pushes her cum coated fingers into your mouth and you gladly take them. Swirling your tongue around them. You moan against her fingers. Sucking it all off. She pulls them out.
You move back on the bed. Your hands going up to her bra, you unhook it. Throwing it over your shoulder. Your hands move down her body until you are sliding your fingers in the band of her underwear. Looking up at her as you take them off. You lean back on the headboard. Pulling her onto your lap, resting her wet core against your thigh. You massage and play with her breast, gently kissing her nipple. You take it into your mouth. Lightly sucking it. You swear, if she would let you, you would do this for hours. You are obsessed with her boobs and how they fit so perfectly in your hands.
When you start sucking her other nipple, you moan against her, your thigh tensing under her, and when it does. Her hand flies up to headboard for support. Cursing and moaning. You lean up. Looking at her closed eyes.
"You like that sweetheart?" You do it again. Watching her arch her back and moan your name. "Does my thigh feel good?" Now you were the one in control and you loved it. Seeing this strong, confident woman moan and lose it over you.
You place your fingers under her chin, tilting it up. Making her look up at you. "Go ahead love. Ride my thigh. Make yourself feel good." She grinds down on your thigh. Starting to move her hips back and forth and you watch her boobs bounce in your face. If you could, you would take a picture of her just like this. She looks perfect as she gets off on your thigh, moaning your name, your hands massaging her breast. You honestly believe that this is the most beautiful thing you have ever seen.
Right now, you regret nothing. And if your being honest, your glad. Your happy you're doing this, because right now, watching her ride your thigh, you've never been happier. You haven't been this happy or been able to feel this good when you were with your boyfriend. All it took was Phoenix. She gave you more tonight, in these few hours than he has given you in your whole relationship. You just suck her tits, enjoying the show. Her moans become louder and her thrust getting faster.
"That's it. Make a mess all over me. Be a good girl and make a mess and come all over my thigh." You slide your hand between your thigh and her cunt. Rubbing harsh, fast circles on her clit. Sending her over the edge as she shouts your name. Gripping your shoulders. She comes all over your thigh, and you can't help but smile. Her thrusts starting to slow down as you let her ride her high off.
She comes to a stop. Leaning down and kissing you. When you pull away. You take your finger, scooping up some of the cum on your leg and sucking it off of your finger and she watches you. She stands up, taking your hand, helping you stand. She kisses you deeply. Leading you to the bathroom where the two of you shower off. And she stays with you all night.
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I hate that I love you
Nyx Acheron x Eris’ daughter!Reader
Words: about 2.4k words
Warning: a bit of smut but more talking about sexy times
Author’s note: HI love! I had this idea about Nyx and I really wanted to write this down, hope you like it. I want to dedicate this to @b7717 , always so sweet with me and she helped me putting ideas down for this story. I took inspiration from “Boyfriend” of Dove Cameron.
p.s. I think I’ll post a second part of this, because I feel like it isn’t finished like this
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You never liked dances, yet here you are, shining like the flame that burns in the deepest darkness and as powerful as the fire that burns whole cities.
A few weeks ago you received a letter where Lenox, the son of the High Lord of the Summer Court, invited you to his birthday party. You were very happy about this invitation, and even your father Eris could not help but be delighted and promise to accompany you to the party. You did not like the dances, however: too many people in a place too small to contain them, the music too loud and people shouting to be heard over the music and the general general commotion, in addition to the horrible discussions to be had with the various members of the Courts.
Another reason why you are not comfortable in this place is the presence of the son of the High Lord and High Lady of the Night Court, Nyx, or rather the "pompous playboy who thinks he is better than everyone else."
When you were little you also got along very well, so much so that your father and Nyx had begun to be more civil to each other so that problems from the past would not interfere with their children; but as he grew up he became a snooty young man who thinks he is better than others and who believes that all girls fall at his feet with one word from him. Gradually you have begun to drift apart until you move on to insulting each other every time you see each other, in fact they generally try to keep you apart because they know you will end up beating each other up, and as you have shown several times you would win and kick the night prince's ass.
Back at the party, you finally managed to escape from the clutches of an obnoxious lady from the Spring Court. That woman had managed to send you into a rage with a few simple questions including why you didn't have a husband and children yet and whether you intended to take your father's place in the future, and when at the last you answered yes, she indignantly went on to explain that a woman should only think about her husband and children and not about ruling and power because that is the job of men. At those words you felt the fire of your family burning powerfully in your veins before you smiled and cursed her and left. Your father through it all was laughing at the scene in front of him, letting you do and say what you wanted knowing that you would manage perfectly well on your own without his help.
"Dad, I'm going to get something to drink. I'll be right back." You say looking at your father, he smiles and nods, so you head to the drinks table and drink a glass of wine. You're standing there deciding whether to get a second one that you hear the most obnoxious voice ever.
"Look who shows up here. How long has it been since we've seen each other Foxy?" Says Nyx flanking you as he too takes a glass of wine. You can't help but roll your eyes and pray he would leave quickly.
"Too little time. I was really hoping not to see you again, at least in this lifetime." You reply, trying to move away, but he, like the flies that buzz around just to annoy, stays glued to you.
"Oh come on Foxy, we both know you missed me." He whispers in your ear in a seductive tone.
"How I miss daggers stuck in my eyes." You exclaim sarcastically as you turn to look at him. You can't help but mentally beat yourself up for finding him so damn attractive. Nyx Acheron has always had an indescribable charm with his violet eyes and well-delineated facial features, and because of that he has always bragged believing he could get any woman he wanted and that has always bothered you a lot, but at the same time you can't help but notice his beauty.
"Do you like what you see honey?" He says with a grin, noticing the intensity of your gaze as you look at him. All you can do is shift your eyes, blushing slightly.
"More than anything, I was thinking about how to divide and hide the various parts of your body once I kill you, so that they can't find you." You answer before smiling at him. "Now if you don't mind, at your highness, I must go to my father, who will be looking for me." You continue with a mock smile on your lips and a half bow, before turning and going back the way you came.
"What took you so long?" Your father asks once you return to him.
"I met Nyx on the street and he obviously had to be an asshole." You answer a little too loudly, so much so that some people turn to look at you. Your father gives a cough and takes you a little further away from them.
"Try to restrain yourself a little my dear, you know how these nobles are, always looking for gossip." Your father continues in a low voice.
"Fuck decorum, that guy makes me mad every time." You say, as smoke seems to come out of your ears, and a hot flush rises all over your body. You think back to those damn purple eyes and curse yourself for wanting his hands on your body. Your father seems to read your mind.
"You know the line between love and hate is very thin, my dear, it often happens that we misunderstand which way we tend to fall." Says your father, smiling, as he hangs your face in his hands and places a kiss on your forehead. "Understand early which way you are going to fall, and let go without fear in case it is the one you don't expect. Fate may surprise you."
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You're bored out of your mind, and you can't help but let your gaze wander down the hall until you meet the eyes of the Prince of the Night, already fixed on you.
Instinctively you are reminded of your father's words, said just before, and you look away, confused by your feelings. First you thought it was sexual attraction, but what if there was more to it. As you think this and do not allow yourself to go any further, afraid of the response you might get. You see him out of the corner of your 'eye approaching you, but someone is faster than you.
"Would you do me the honor of this dance?" Asks the boy who had approached you without your noticing. He is none other than Calian, the son of the general of the Winter Court, who smiles at you and holds out his hand. You've known him all your life, too, and he's never been anything but kind and polite, as any boy should be, and you know that he's always had a soft spot for you, but you've never made it a point to let him feel that way.
Without answering, you smile back at him and take his hand, and together you go to the dance floor. You dance the whole song in silence, his hands resting on your hips with a light, gentle touch, but you feel that gesture is wrong, that his hands are not the ones you wish to be brushed against you. You feel someone's eyes glued on you, and between the twirls you glimpse that the eyes of the Sovereign of Dreams are resting on you, as an immense rage and power emanates from him like an expanding storm, ready to make lightning and thunderbolts at any moment. Once the dance is over you bow to Calian and feel a hand encircle your wrist, and all you can do is turn around. You see him in all his Nyx glory, with the stars of the night blazing in his gaze, gazing into yours that recall those of your Court. You do not realize that you have been staring at each other, saying nothing, until Calian gives a cough, and suddenly you both turn around. You see the young man laugh under his mustache, first leaving, not without first commenting.
"You better be careful Nyx, the girl has fire burning in her, you might get burned." He says chuckling, then adds. "I'll leave you to your looks. See you later my dear." He continues by kissing your hand. "Nyx."
The Prince of the Night does not respond, just makes a growl and then turns to you.
"May I have this dance?" He asks hastily, but you don't even have time to answer that he has already dragged you onto the dance floor. His hands rest gently on your hips, but his fingers cling to your dress as if they need to be certain that you are there with him. His arms and his warmth wrap around you and you feel the need to lean against his chest. Your and his eyes never stop looking at each other for a second, as if they were linked with an invisible chain. Your feet move on their own, and after what seems like an eternity, you stop dancing since the song is over, but your gaze does not fall.
"I...I need to talk to you." Says the serious boy, dragging you out of the room to a balcony overlooking a beautiful gulf. From here the party music is far away, and there doesn't seem to be a soul in sight.
"What do you have to tell me?" You ask pretending to be pissed off, so as not to give away that your body is betraying you. Every fiber, every cell in your body right now is screaming to get close to him and hold him to you, but you hold back.
"What's between you and Calion?" He asks in a tone as angry as thunder from the storm in the darkest night.
"What do you care bat? Even if I was going to marry him or take him to bed you don't have to care, it's my life and I decide what I want to do." You say in a harsh, authoritative tone as you look at him.
You get so close that your breaths become confused and before you can really understand what is happening your lips join in a passionate kiss. Your tongues entwine and try hard to overpower one another. Your hands immediately go to his hair, tugging lightly at it and making him moan with pleasure; while his hands go from holding your face to caressing your breasts and later to resting on your hips, pulling you closer to him. The kiss gradually becomes more passionate, until he brings you to have your back against the wall. His mouth moves on to torment your neck, leaving clear signs of his passage. For a long time you are silent, the only sounds are your repressed moans of pleasure so as not to give satisfaction to the other, until he lets out with a growl a phrase laden with jealousy.
"I can be a lover a thousand times better than any guy you've ever slept with princess, all you have to do is ask nicely. I'm sure I could do shit they never did, all night long, without giving up." He says whispering beside your ear, interrupting the talk with a few kisses. "What's more, I can be a gentleman, too. What do you have to lose?"
"Words, words, words. I need star facts before I can say whether a horse is thoroughbred or not dear." You comment, reciprocating with the same coin, leaving a bite at the base of his neck. You feel his muscles tense and a groan escapes his mouth.
"Sometimes I really hate that I love you know Foxy. You drive me so crazy that I don't know whether I'm about to fuck you so hard that even on the continent they will learn my name by hearing your moans, or keep myself from plugging you." He responds by stroking your face.
"Believe me, the feeling is reciprocated Starlet." You say with a grin.
Interrupting this moment is the voice of Nyx's cousin Hecate, a.k.a. the daughter of Nesta and General Cassian, and as much as she may be your friend, for a moment you curse her for interrupting you, leaving you wanting for this asshole.
"Nyx, where the fuck are you!" The girl asks aloud, stepping into the balcony. In the meantime we had split up, but it was obvious from the way we looked in our hair, clothes and various signs what we were doing. "Oh." The girl continues, looking at us with that obnoxious little smile. You give her the middle finger and the gesture makes Nyx laugh with gusto.
"What do you want Hec?" The boy asks, returning to why she is here.
"Uncle Rhys is looking for you, he certainly had no idea you were so busy." She comments.
"Okay, I think that's enough Hec." He stops her. "Go ahead, I'll follow you."
Hecate nods and leaves us alone for a moment.
"I have to go Foxy, but don't think this is the end of it, after all I am a man of my word." Says Nyx winking at me before walking away and following her cousin, not before leaving a kiss on my cheek.
You can't help but mentally slap yourself for falling into the playboy's mind, but then you remember your father's words and for a moment think about how true the line between love and hate is thin, and you really find yourself wondering if you hadn't misunderstood whose side you were on.
That boy is going to kill you, you are sure of it, as long as you are not the one to do it.
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Up All Night (I Won't Quit)
happy pride everyone!! @dustjacketmusings requested this fic because quote "Emerie can be a better boyfriend than Cassian" so here we are hehe. hope you all enjoy!! title from dove cameron’s song “boyfriend” of course <3
moodboard also for @turesti curtesy of @sjmkinkmeme below!!
Summary: Emerie is tired of watching Nesta suffer over and over at Cassian’s hands, especially when she knows she could treat Nesta so much better.
Word Count: 3.3k
Read on AO3 here!
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Emerie
Emerie sighed heavily as she looked around the room, a familiar sight meeting her eyes. Cassian had somehow managed to convince Nesta to come out with him and his friends tonight, and because Emerie would do anything Nesta asked, she’d gotten dragged along for the ride.
Other than how gorgeous Nesta looked, tonight wasn’t shaping up to be a particularly enjoyable ride. Cassian had abandoned Nesta pretty early into the night and had spent most of the time on the dance floor jumping around, clearly having the time of his life. Nesta was practically hiding in the corner of the booth he’d abandoned her in and had clearly been over things within the first half an hour, but out of what Emerie felt was a very misplaced sense of loyalty, Nesta hadn’t gotten up and left yet.
Emerie had been friends with Nesta for years, ever since they’d been randomly assigned to work on a group project together in their freshman year of high school. Gwyn had joined their duo a year later after she’d transferred to their high school, and the three of them had been thick as thieves ever since. They’d gone to the same college and had managed to get jobs in the same city, keeping their friendship alive through breakups, grad school, job changes, and all the other ups and downs that life had thrown at them.
Gwyn hadn’t been able to come out tonight because she was away at some fancy conference, but Emerie knew she hadn’t exactly been torn up about missing another episode of the Nesta and Cassian show. They’d been dating on and off for three years, each temporary breakup somehow managing to be more dramatic than the last, and Emerie still didn’t understand why Nesta put up with it. She was one of the smartest people Emerie knew, she was incredibly thoughtful, she cared so deeply for the people closest to her, and it certainly didn’t hurt that she was gorgeous.
Nesta was an amazing lawyer, sister, and friend, so Emerie didn’t understand why she was wasting her time with Cassian. He was loud, obnoxious, and so obviously not right for Nesta that Emerie couldn’t wrap her head around how they’d managed to do this for so long. Nesta was one of the most amazing people Emerie had ever met, and Cassian was just some guy. Why did he get to have someone as perfect as Nesta Archeron without even trying, when Emerie knew Nesta deserved so much better?
Emerie’s love life might have been nonexistent, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t silently seethe over how easy it should’ve been for Cassian to treat Nesta right. For fuck’s sake, anyone who actually cared about Nesta should’ve known how much she hated places like this. If it had been up to Emerie, she knew Nesta would’ve much rather spent the night at a bar where you could actually hear people instead of a thudding baseline. Or better yet, they could’ve just stayed in, ordered some food, and spent the evening curled up on the couch talking shit as they caught up on the latest garbage reality show.
It wasn’t up to Emerie, though, so here they were. She sighed and took a sip of the overpriced drink she’d gotten at the bar as she surveyed the dance floor. She wasn’t going to leave Nesta’s side, but it never hurt to take a look. Nobody really caught her eye, though she of course noticed Cassian finally remembering his girlfriend was here as he pushed through the crowd to come back to their booth.
“Come dance, babe,” Cassian yelled over the music once he was close enough. He was dressed in an all-black ensemble that Emerie had to begrudgingly admit he looked good in, and a thin layer of sweat covered his skin from all the dancing he’d been doing without Nesta.
“I don’t want to,” Nesta yelled back, crossing her arms over her dark blue dress. Emerie pointedly didn’t look at the way the motion made Nesta’s cleavage even more pronounced. “I’m not dancing on you with all your friends watching.”
“Come on, don’t be boring,” Cassian whined. “We’re supposed to be having fun!”
Emerie had to suppress an eye twitch at his tone — there were few things more pathetic than a grown man whining — but thankfully, Nesta wasn’t moved.
“You know I don’t like the club, Cassian,” Nesta snapped back. “This isn’t fun for me.”
“Then why did you even agree to come?” Cassian asked with a frown. “I don’t fucking get you.”
“Because I wanted to spend time with you,” Nesta ground out slowly, like she was talking to a child. “Clearly you don’t feel the same.”
“Obviously I feel the same,” Cassian retorted. Emerie couldn’t hold back her eye roll at that one, but it wasn’t like her opinion mattered much. “Why else do you think I came over here to ask you to dance?”
“Yeah, after I’ve been sitting here for almost an hour. What a gentleman.”
“You could’ve gotten up and joined me whenever you wanted, nobody made you sit here and fucking mope all night—”
“Oh, I’m moping now? Maybe if you hadn’t asked me to come somewhere you knew I wouldn’t like I wouldn’t be sitting here like that in the first place—”
Emerie just sighed and downed the rest of her cocktail, doing her best to tune out the arguing happening right next to her. They would eventually get tired of arguing and either leave to fuck it out or Nesta would decide she’d finally had enough and call an Uber. Either way, Emerie would probably get to go home soon, so she just wished they would get this latest argument over with soon enough so she could get away from them.
“Fuck this. Don’t call me tomorrow when you realize how you fucked this up again,” Nesta eventually snapped. Emerie barely had a chance to grab her phone before Nesta was snatching her purse and leaving the booth, her long legs carrying her quickly to the club’s exit. “Let’s get out of here, Em.”
Emerie didn’t bother to hide her sneer in Cassian’s direction as she followed Nesta outside. If Cassian replied, it got lost in the loud music and the crowd, and Emerie didn’t really care what he had to say anyway. She was far more concerned with making sure Nesta was okay anyway.
Once Emerie found Nesta outside, she pulled out her phone without a word and called an Uber back to her place. They’d gotten ready together there, and Nesta had tentatively planned to sleep over anyway since she lived further out, and part of Emerie was hoping she would still stay despite the way the night had turned out. She didn’t want Nesta to go home and be alone no matter how familiar arguing with Cassian was, and the more selfish part of her wanted as much time with Nesta as she could steal.
Maybe it made her a bad person, but considering the way Cassian behaved, Emerie certainly knew she was at least better than him.
“That’s us,” Emerie said after a few minutes, pointing out their ride. She gently grabbed Nesta’s arm and steered her toward the blue sedan. “Come on.”
After she confirmed their destination with the driver, the silence of the car felt empty and stilted compared to the deafening music from inside the club. Emerie snuck looks over at Nesta as much as she could get away with, not wanting to be caught staring but simultaneously wanting to make sure her friend was okay. Nesta was staring out the window with her lips pressed together like she was trying not to cry, and Emerie would do anything to get that look off her face.
Nesta was far too proud to admit when she needed help, though, so Emerie would have to settle with the subtle method of handling Nesta that she’d developed over the years. When their Uber arrived outside Emerie’s building, she quickly shepherded Nesta upstairs and back into her apartment before Nesta could make any noise about going home.
“Can you stay here tonight?” Emerie asked immediately after she’d locked the door and taken off her shoes. “I don’t want to order takeout by myself.”
“Okay,” Nesta agreed quietly. She took off her heels and dropped her purse on the kitchen counter, not making eye contact with Emerie as she checked her phone. “Is it okay if I shower?”
“You know you don’t have to ask,” Emerie told her. She pretended not to notice how disappointed Nesta looked — Cassian probably hadn’t reached out, and even though Nesta said she hadn’t wanted him to, it still stung nonetheless — and instead opened up the UberEats app on her phone. “Chinese food okay? Or do you want something else?”
“Whatever you’re getting is fine,” Nesta muttered. She locked her phone and sighed heavily. “I’ll be in the bathroom.”
Emerie sighed as she watched Nesta disappear in the guest bathroom, hoping that a warm shower and putting on pajamas would help her friend’s mood until the food would arrive. She quickly put in their usual order at the place that stayed open late on weekends before sending off a quick text to Gwyn letting her know what happened. She didn’t expect a response this late, so she locked her phone and headed toward her en suite so she could shower and change too.
By the time Emerie had showered and changed into a loose t-shirt and sweatpants, her phone was vibrating to let her know the food had arrived. She yelled out a goodbye as she shoved her feet into her slippers and quickly went downstairs to grab everything, and by the time she made it back upstairs, Nesta was sitting on the couch in an oversized law school sweater and biker shorts.
“Thanks,” Nesta told Emerie quietly once they’d divided all the food. She’d turned on some Netflix just to have something on in the background while Emerie was downstairs, and the soft sounds of The Great British Bake-off filled the apartment as she cracked open the lid of her General Tso’s Chicken.
“Anytime,” Emerie replied just as softly, fiddling with the lid of her lo mein.
They ate their food in relative silence, the only sounds coming from the television and the occasional crinkle of a wrapper. They’d made through most of the episode they were watching when Nesta put down her food and paused the show with a heavy sigh. “This fucking sucks.”
“What?” Emerie asked, turning to look at Nesta. She put her egg rolls down and turned to give her friend the full attention she deserved, making sure to wipe any crumbs off her clothes. “What sucks?”
“Cassian,” Nesta replied. “I just — I don’t know. I don’t even know why I went out tonight, let alone dragged you with me.”
“We’re friends, Nesta,” Emerie answered evenly. “Gwyn would’ve been there too if she wasn’t out of town for her conference.”
“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean I don’t feel bad about making you two do that,” Nesta responded. “And it doesn’t help that this is what he does almost every fucking time.”
“Nesta, you’re not making anyone do anything,” Emerie countered. She hated the idea that Nesta thought she was somehow burdening them with this. “We’re friends, Nesta. It’s what we do. Don’t feel bad about that.”
“If I didn’t feel bad about making you watch that, what kind of friend would I be?” Nesta fired back with another heavy sigh. “It’s so fucking embarrassing. Sometimes I don’t even know why I bother.”
“Aren’t you tired of that, Nesta?” Emerie asked quietly, not wanting to scare her off. She knew how prickly Nesta could be on the best of days, and this certainly wasn’t one of those, but Nesta had given her an opening and she wasn’t going to waste it. “Don’t you think you deserve better than this?”
Nesta just sighed heavily. “Who’s going to put up with all my shit, Em? My parental issues, the long hours at work, all my little quirks… I don’t exactly see people lining up for that.”
“First of all,” Emerie began, “no one should be ‘putting up’ with you. You have all this amazing stuff going for you, and anyone would be lucky to have you. Quirks and all.”
“Nobody wants me once they get to know me,” Nesta countered with a sad smile. “I’m just a pretty thing people like to look at, but the second I open my mouth? It’s game over.”
“That’s bullshit and you know it,” Emerie retorted without hesitating. “And that has nothing to do with why you’re still with that dumbass.”
“Maybe I just don’t want to be alone,” Nesta admitted quietly.
“Who says you have to be?” Emerie asked just as quietly. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she reached out to grab Nesta’s hand, her fingers slotting in easily alongside Nesta’s cooler ones.
“Thanks, Em, but there’s only so much friendship can do for me,” Nesta answered, her words going for teasing but falling flat considering how sad she still looked. She squeezed Emerie’s hand once before pulling away. “Even if it’s as amazing as yours has been.”
Emerie shifted closer so their knees were touching, moving the hand that Nesta had let go of to rest gently on Nesta’s lower thigh instead. “Who said I was talking about just friendship?”
“What?” Nesta responded, her lips parting in total surprise.
“I can’t keep watching you do this,” Emerie told her, terrified out of her mind but unwilling to stop now that she was on a roll. “He treats you like shit, and I just— I can’t do it, Nesta. Not when I know you deserve so much better, and definitely not when I know I could give that to you.”
At Nesta’s still-shocked expression and lack of response, Emerie was compelled to fill the stunned silence as the rest of her confession bubbled up and out of her. “You’re smart, and you’re funny, and you’re one of the most loyal people I’ve ever met. You’re gorgeous and you’re kind and you make everything better by just being here. How could I not feel like this about you? You’re the best person I know, Nesta. It’s not even close.”
Emerie petered off as she realized Nesta still hadn’t said anything. Was she staying quiet because she didn’t know what to say? Was she trying to figure out a way to let Emerie down easy? Or worse, was she about to tell Emerie never to talk to her again?
Fuck. This was easily one of the worst mistakes Emerie had ever made, and she had to fix it while she had the chance.
“I—” Emerie started, pulling her hands off Nesta like she’d been burned once she realized they were still touching. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said any of that. We can just pretend it never happened, I promise I won’t be weird about it—”
“Emerie,” Nesta finally said. Emerie stopped her pathetic apology and closed her mouth so fast that her teeth practically clacked together, desperately afraid to hear what her friend would say next. “Shut up.”
The next thing Emerie knew, Nesta was grabbing her shirt and pulling her in for a kiss. Emerie’s mind went totally blank at the soft press of Nesta’s lips to her own, and Emerie gasped into Nesta’s mouth at the realization that Nesta Archeron was kissing her.
Emerie’s brain thankfully didn’t let her sit there in shock for too long, coming just online enough to lean forward and kiss Nesta back. It was a little hesitant, almost like neither of them could fully believe this was happening, but Nesta’s lips were warm and she tasted like the spring roll she’d just finished eating.
It was the best moment of Emerie’s life, and then she was pulling back to stare at Nesta with wide eyes. Part of her couldn’t believe that had just happened, but a much larger part of her was expecting Nesta to let her down easy despite having been the one to lean in first. “Nesta…”
“Shut up,” Nesta said before Emerie could pull a coherent string of words together. “Just— stop talking.”
Nesta’s fist tightened on Emerie’s shirt again, but this time she was the one to come closer. Her knuckles dug into Emerie’s chest as she pushed back, Emerie going willingly so Nesta could straddle her. Every thought in Emerie’s mind emptied out once Nesta’s long legs were pinning her in place, her biker shorts riding up to reveal even more of her thigh, and Emerie practically short-circuited at the feeling of all that smooth skin underneath her hands. She’d imagined this so many times, but absolutely nothing compared to the real thing.
Nesta leaned down to kiss her again and Emerie eagerly responded. A large part of Emerie still couldn’t believe this was happening, but she wasn’t going to squander the opportunity now that she finally had the woman of her dreams under her hands. Nesta was making the sweetest little sounds as they traded open-mouthed kisses, and Emerie wanted to burn them into her mind forever.
One of Nesta’s hands was on Emerie’s shoulder for balance, but the other had snuck its way under the hem of Emerie’s t-shirt to rub teasing circles into the skin there. In retaliation, Emerie brought one of her hands up from Nesta’s thigh to cup her ass instead, squeezing the toned muscle firmly. Nesta moaned right into Emerie’s mouth and rocked her hips back into Emerie’s hand, turning the heat pooling between Emerie’s legs molten.
Fuck, this was moving quickly. Emerie wanted to unwrap Nesta like the gift that she was and learn every trick that made her scream, but the more logical part of her knew she needed to check in before that happened.
“Wait,” Emerie said, panting as she broke their kiss. She hated to stop, but she had to make sure this was what Nesta really wanted. She didn’t think she could live with herself if she made Nesta even more upset in the long run, nor did she know how she’d survive knowing Nesta only wanted her for one night. “Nesta, Nesta, wait.”
Nesta immediately pulled away, looking at Emerie with concern. “What? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, I just…” Emerie trailed off before taking a deep breath and forcing herself to get through this. “I don’t want to do this if you’re just gonna regret it and call Cassian in the morning.”
“Oh, Em,” Nesta breathed, reaching out to cup Emerie’s face and stroke her thumb across Emerie’s cheek. “How could I ever regret this? You’re the only one that I want.”
“Really?” Emerie asked. Between Nesta looking like a dream above her and the weight of the conversation they were having, Emerie’s heart was beating embarrassingly fast. She hoped Nesta couldn’t feel it.
“Yeah.” Nesta’s expression turned a little sheepish. “I feel kind of stupid not realizing before. Cassian would always complain about how much we hung out or how much I talked about you… I thought he was just being a controlling dick, but maybe he was right.”
“He is a controlling dick,” Emerie said, pulling a snort from Nesta, “but maybe he had a point.”
“A broken clock is right twice a day,” Nesta said back, rolling her eyes. “But I don’t want to waste any more time talking about him. He and I are done for good, Em. I just want you.”
Nesta leaned in to punctuate her declaration with a soft kiss, and Emerie felt like she could level mountains. That could wait, though.
For now, she’d just settle for making Nesta happy.
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Deserve Better; Enid X Fem!Reader
CW: Some angst, Struggling with your sexuality, Fluff
Description: After Ron and Enid break up, you let Enid know that she has better options than him.
A/N: Confession time (sorry this note is gonna be long), I've been siting on this one for a hot sec. The absolute bi panic I feel between Carl and Enid is absurd. There's not a ton of Enid fics that I could find so I took it upon myself to write one of my own. This is definitely inspired by Boyfriend by Dove Cameron because, gay. I have been super excited bout this one. I definitely want to write more about her too. I mean just look at the GIF. Also the panic of do I want to be her or be with her is so real with her. Once agin disclaimer, everyone is at least 18. I am 19 and anything else creeps me out. The actors themselves are more than old enough now so like just please. It would mean so much to me if y'all reposted but don't feel like you have to. Love you!
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"Hey Y/N!" You heard someone yell behind you. You turned around and immediately smiled. It was Enid. You felt butterflies in your stomach as she lightly jogged towards you with a wicker laundry basket. She had a beautiful glow about her and her hair gently fell around her face.
"Hey Enid." you said as you gave her a cheesy grin. God she was beautiful. You had had a crush on her for years but you would never admit it. It was the apocalypse but people were still people and you were worried about if people would judge you. You also had no idea if Enid liked girls and she had just broken up with Ron so it seem a worse time as any to suddenly admit your feelings. Thankfully the break up didn't seem to bother her much. The only person who knew about your crush was Carl. That fucker knew everything about you. He knew before you did. He could read you like a comic book.
"So, I've been thinking and I think we need to have a girls night tonight. I've got shit to talk about." she said as she smiled back at you.
"Oh dear."
"Oh yes. Meet you at my house around sunset?"
You bit your lip and gave her a joking half grin. "Yeah, yeah. I'll see you then. I have guard duty tomorrow night though so we have to get some sleep tonight." you laughed.
"Great!" she squealed. "I'll see you later."
Your heart was beating out of your chest. You had sleepovers often but every time you still got butterflies. You always had to suppress the urge to lean over and kiss her and tell her how you felt but that never happened and you told yourself it never would. She made you so happy and she had no idea how much she meant to you and how much you loved those nights where it was just you two. She didn't know how much you wanted to hold her hand and hold her as you fell asleep. She had no idea how weak your knees felt as she let you wear her shirt and you breathed in the smell.
You started off towards the Grimes house to talk to Carl. He understood and you needed the support right now. You didn't even need to have the words for him to understand. You walked in the door and casually greeted Rick before climbing up the stairs and going into Carl's room.
"Hey shithead." you said throwing off your shoes and flopping down on his bed next to him.
"Well hello to you too." he laughed. "What's up?"
"I don't know my heart is just about to come out my ribcage and kill me but besides that I'm doing just peachy." you replied as dramatically as you could, sighing and putting the back of your hand on your forehead.
"Enid again?" he laughed at your dramatics, raising his eyebrow.
"Wow how'd you guess?" you rolled your eyes. "We're having a girls night again and you know how I feel during those. She's just so perfect god damn it."
"You should just tell her already. It's driving you insane and she broke up with Ron so it's a great time."
"YoU SHoUlD JuSt telL hEr." you mocked. "Yeah that will work out fucking great. I don't even know if she likes girls. I don't want to ruin our friendship."
"Jesus ok. You don't gotta be a bitch about it. I was just saying I hate to see you dancing around it like a pussy." he grinned at you.
You grabbed a pillow and threw it at him. You laughed as he put his hands up and laughed back. "Fuck you."
"Hey don't shoot he messenger just cause he's right."
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You took a breath as you knocked on the door of the Rhee house. Maggie opened the door and smiled at you. "Hey Y/N she's in her room. Let me know if you want snacks or anything. I don't have anything to do tonight." she said motioning you inside.
"Thanks Maggie. I'm good for now thanks." you said as you quickly rushed up the stairs towards Enid's room. You knocked lightly on the door and smiled waiting for the go ahead to come in.
"Come in." You saw her slime as you open then door and come in. "Y/N omg. Come here. I've got just so much shit to say."
You giggled and sat next to her on the soft bed. "Ok spill." you said crossing your legs and turning to look at her.
Oh did she have lots to say. She talked about her runs and her guard duties. She told you about the walkers she killed and how Maggie was nagging her about learning more combat. She ranted about Lydia and how annoying she was. You listened to every word she had to say, putting in input where appropriate. Everything was perfect. Just you two talking and sharing experiences. That was until Ron came up.
"Ron is trying to get back together with me again." you rolled your eyes. "Hey I know we just broke up but still. It's like how much else is there in the world at this point."
"I mean there is a lot more. I'm just saying you can do so much better. You deserve better. Ron is probably one of the worst options right now. He's mean to you a lot of the time." you replied, nervously playing with your hands.
"Yeah ok sure. Who then? Carl? Fuck no." she laughed sarcastically.
"No. As his friend I can tell you no. I'm saying there are other options." you paused. "Better options."
"Ok fine then tell me. What other person could I be with that's better?"
"A lot of people. Ron is awful." you said, trying so hard not to blurt out yourself.
"Ok but like who? We are some of the last people alive on this shithole." she said eying you. She could tell you had something on your mind.
You took a deep breath. You were frustrated and in the heat of the moment somehow you had courage. "I mean like me."
"What?" Enid stared at you wide eyed.
"Fuck. Just forget it. I'm sorry I didn't mean to." you sighed tears filling your eyes. You had been so mad at her naivety and you could stand it do you had blurted out your feelings. You felt as if you just wanted to melt away. Had you ruined your friendship? Was she mad? You couldn't look up at her. You were mortified.
"Hold up no. We need to talk about it. What did you mean?" Enid said reaching out to touch your shoulder. As she did you moved back, rejecting her touch and the tears you were holding back fell down your cheeks as you lifted your head to look at her emphatic face.
"NO! Fuck please stop. I didn't mean- I never meant to- just please lets move on or I'll just leave." You said shakily. You were trying to keep your composure but it was fading quickly.
"No. Y/N, I want to talk about this. I don't want to upset you but when someone you have known forever tells you that you could be good for them..... You want to know what they mean, ya know" Enid said as nicely as possible. You tried to read her face but it was impossible to in your distraught state.
"Fine. Do you honestly want the truth?" Enid nodded her head. "Honestly I've had feelings for you for a long time but you were with Ron and there are so many other factors like I don't know if you even like girls. I don't want you to hate me or think I'm creeping on you cause we sleep in the same bed all the time. It's not like that. I like you for more. Don't get me wrong I definitely wan to have sex but like it's more than that. I like your smile and personality and just everything you do. I mean again like I try not to let anyone know that I like girls so Carl is literally the only one who knows about my crush on you and also like I don't know if you like me or just girls cause you've never said anything. So I've been suppressing these feelings and I wasn't gonna say shit until... ya know... now."
You took a breath and looked at Enid for any validation. She smiled back at you in return. Your tears started to dry. "So what you're trying say is I should ditch men?" she smirked.
"I'm saying that I could be a better boyfriend than Ron ever could be." you said, leaning closer to her.
"Maybe I don't want a boyfriend anymore. Maybe I'm in the mood for a girlfriend now." Enid leaned close to you too, closing more space so you could feel her breath on your lips. You felt butterflies in your stomach and you couldn't contain the huge cheesy grin.
"Well I can be a better girlfriend than Ron too." Enid closed the gap, connecting your lips. she grabbed your face and pulled you even closer. You felt so happy and even through you were kissing her you just wanted to be closer, to become one being. You grabbed her hips and pulled the rest of her close to you. Even though it pained you, you separated once you were out of breath.
"As much as I want to keep going, I told you, I'm gonna be a better partner than you have ever had before. That means doing this the right way. Let me take you out on a date, a real one." you smiled.
Enid groaned and smiled. "I'm ok with rushing in."
"I know but still. I want this to last. I'm gonna do it by the book."
"Ok, I understand. Can we at least hold each other tonight?"
"Anything for you beautiful."
As you snuggled into Enid, you felt at peace for the first time in a long time. To know the girl you loved, loved you back. To know that at least one person could love you for who you were. For now, that's all that mattered.
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I could be a better boyfriend than him || Mikasa Ackerman
Summary: You have been in love with Mikasa for a while now, but she only had eyes for her boyfriend Eren Jeager. What happens when you two met a party and start talking?
Paring: Mikasa x fem!reader
Words: 1,3K
Warnings: nsfw content, fingering, oral sex, Eren slanders (bc yes)
The news spread faster than anyone could imagine, Mikasa Ackerman and Eren Jeager broke up. So apparently she found him hooking up with someone else, or that’s what you heard.
You didn’t know how to feel about it, of course you knew who they were, they were kinda famous. And maybe, just maybe you had a big crush on Mikasa Ackerman. I mean who wouldn’t? She was beautiful, she was kind, intelligent, stylish, and you could keep going about how incredible you thought she was. Well, you probably were in love with her.
But long story short, she didn’t know about your existence. Although, both of you shared some classes together you never really interacted.
She was always distracted looking at Eren. But you wanted her to look at you, for her to give you the same looks, you wanted to hold her hand. But that was not possible, that’s the hard truth.
You came back to reality when your friend snap her fingers in front of you.
-Are you even listening to me?- She said.
-Sorry, I was just thinking… What were you saying?- You look at her.
-I was saying that both Eren and Mikasa are at the party. Do you think they are back together?
-They are here? Hopefully she isn’t with that dumbass.- You said drinking from your plastic cup.
-Oh! Someone still has a little crush.- She said with a smirk.
-Shut up.- You said.- I’m going to find something to eat.
You started walking passing through all the people. You saw Eren’s group laughing on the side, that dumbass was really here. Asshole. You rolled your eyes and keep walking to the kitchen. You enter and there she was, looking absolutely stunning. She was wearing a thigh black dress that make her figure absolutely breathtaking.
-Hello.- She said smiling.
-Hey.- You said dropping the plastic cup on the bin and open the fridge to grab something to eat.
-You are (y/n), right?- You turned to look at her.- We share a class. She knows.
-I didn’t think you would know my name.
-Oh… well a pretty face like you it’s not easy to forget.- Your heart start pumping fast. Was she filtering with you? Alcohol must be affecting you.- Sorry… that was…
-It’s okay. I heard you and that Eren broke up.
-Yes, we did.- She said drinking from her cup.- I’m honestly grateful we broke up.
-Really? You both seemed to be really in love.
-We were or at least I was. But not everything seems to always work out.
-You are better without him.- She looks at you.
-Oh really? And why it’s that?
-C’mon Mikasa, he is arrogant, a narcissistic and you truly deserve something way better.- You said looking at her.
-Like who?- She approaches you.
You bite your lip, maybe alcohol was already affecting you and making you even more brave that you have ever been because never in a million years you would have said what you were about to say.
-Me.- You said and approached her even more.
-You?- She said smiling
-Yes Mikasa, I could be a better boyfriend than him.- You grab her by the waist, nothing else mattered.- You know I could do the shit he never did.
She smiles wild and kisses you, she tasted like cherry so delicious and addicting.- Oh (y/n)… I have been waiting for this for so long.
-Really?- You smiled.
She nobs.- From that day, when you entered on the salon. With your style, powerful, beautiful, … hot.-Whispers against your mouth with a smirk.
-So you really looked at me? I thought you only had eyes for Eren Jeager. I guess I was wrong.- You kissed her again with more intensity this time.
You grabbed her waist and pulled her to you, so you could feel her. She was addicting, her lips, her body, the noises she was making everything about her was so addicting.
-We should… we should move to another place, more intimate…- She said shaking.
-Would you like to come to my apartment?- She nobs.
Grabbing her hand, you took her out of that place. Your apartment was nearby, so it didn’t take much for both of you to arrive. Once in the apartment you kissed her once again and both of you started taking clothes off. You take her shirt off and her breath hinches when you put your lips around her nipple and start playing with the other one.
Her moans are music for your ears, and you keep on with that.
-Baby… I…- She moans.
-What baby? What do you want?- You said graving her face and looking at her. Her cheeks are red, and her breath is irregular.
-You… I want you.
You guide her to your room, and you push her to the bed. You undress yourself and get on top of her and admire her.
-God Mikasa, you’re so damn beautiful.- And starts kissing her, you trade a line of kisses going down all over her body, until you reach her intimacy.
You look at her, and you see how she is watching you. You take her by the neck and kiss her. Moaning into each other mouths, Mikasa stars playing with your pussy this time, and she makes you turn, leaving you under her. She smirks and goes down with her mouth to your pussy. This is how heavens feel? You think, this was probably the best blowjob you ever had, and it was only starting. Mikasa was not only amazing in sports and academically, she was also amazing on bed. She kept on using her tongue until you reached your orgasm.
-That was… amazing.- You said trying to catch your breath.- Now let me make you cum.
-(y/n)…- She moans.- I want…
-Yes, tell me baby girl.
-I want you to touch me. I want you.
You smirk and your hand goes to her pussy and penetrating with your index finger, you asked her.- Like this baby?
-MMM…- She shakes as you continue fingering her.
Giving her a smile you keep on fingering her, you felt how she reacted, she wanted more you could feel it, you could see it. You felt how she came in your fingers after a loud moan.
-You’re so delicious Mikasa.- You said approaching her.- Do you want to taste yourself baby?
She nobs, so you let her taste herself. Both of you stayed there for a little while kissing and touching each other until the sleep came and both of you felt asleep.
The first thing you noticed when you woke up was the headache you had. I shouldn’t have drunk that much, you think for yourself. The second thing is that, you really hooked up with Mikasa, she was there, it was real. You stayed there looking at the celling trying to calm your heart down. You drank so much how did say all that and end up like this? Alcohol really gave you the strength you didn’t have. But what if Mikasa didn’t like this? What if she didn’t want to see you again?
Your thoughts stop when you noticed Mikasa looking at you, with a look you couldn’t believe she could give you.
-Hi…- She said with a smile.
-Hi… how are you?- You tried to sound as normal as possible, although you were losing your mind.
-Good.- She says while sitting.- Last night you said…
-I said a lot of things, I was really drunk. If something I said made you uncomfortable or…
She shakes her head while laughing. Her laugh is music to my ears.- No, don’t worry. But you said you could be a better boyfriend than him.- She says raising an eyebrow.
-I did.
-Then I want you to prove it to me. Prove me that you can be a better boyfriend than him (y/n).
You smile and close the space that there is between you and kiss her.- I will baby.
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Prologue | Aesthetics
Katherine Lannister
Aemond Targaryen x Katherine Lannister
She was supposed to be his ; he was supposed to be hers.
“Bound to me? I wouldn’t mind that.”
“It is a dangerous thing, to be possessed by power instead of the other way round.”
“Remember the day you told me you wanted a dragon to burn down Casterly Rock for what they did to you? It can only be me, not Aegon.”
“You’re right, I want it all. I want the power; I want the Iron Throne; and I want you.”
“You are a monster.” “You are a whore.”
Moth to a Flame
“But does he know you call me when he sleeps?
But does he know the reasons that you cry?
Or tell me, does he know where your heart lies?”
Off to the Races
“Light of his life, fire of his loins
Keep me forever, tell me you own me.”
Prisoner
“You bring good to my lonely life,
It's hard for me to look into your eyes
When I say that I would be nothing without your love
Maybe I've been always destined to end up in this place, yeah
I don't mean to come off selfish, but I want it all.”
Young Gods
“But do you feel like a young god?
You know the two of us are just young gods
And we'll be flying through the streets with the people underneath.”
Dance aesthetic
White Swan Pas de Deux Act IV Swan Lake
The Unfulfilled Vow End of Act II Swan Lake
Aegon Targaryen x Katherine Lannister
He fell first, she fell harder.
“Aegon Womanizer Targaryen, I may have fallen for you just for a bit.”
“The last time I claimed you, you were begging for me to keep going, even when you were trembling and crying out my name.”
“I love you, especially how you destroy my favourite dresses.”
“She chose freedom over love, it was a happy ending.” “The prince should have given her both, no questions asked.”
Another Love
“I wanna cry and I wanna fall in love, but all my tears have been used up on another love.”
When the World Was at War Before We Kept Dancing
“And we'll do it again
Oh my God, I’m dizzy from lovin' you.”
Boyfriend
“I could be a better boyfriend than him
I could do the shit that he never did
Up all night, I won't quit”
Lust for Life
“We are the master of our own fate ; we’re the captain of our own souls.”
Don’t Blame Me
“They say, "She's gone too far this time"”
Dance Aesthetic
Manon Bedroom Pas de Deux
Balcony Pas de Deux Roméo and Juliet
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