#I made this and I want to share and not let this sit on my drafts forever
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can you do paige being jelly of you and kks rls (you and kk are just friends but paige claims “yall r too close”)
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paige bueckers x fem!reader
2 WEEKS AGO:
paige was just getting back from personal training, walking through the team’s dorm door and letting her shoes slide off her feet. she didn’t see anyone, but she heard the sound of kk’s screaming laughter. paige figured she needed to relax a bit, so she went to drop her bags off in her room and then go see what kk was up to.
as she walked closer to her teammates door, she heard the sweet sound of your voice. in any other situation it would’ve soothed paige, but here—coming from kk’s room, it didn’t.
your girlfriend pushed the door open gently, a light frown on her face upon observing you and kk. the two of you were laying on kk’s bed, phone screen in front of you both.
“hey guys.” your giggles ceased and your head turned, only to be greeted with paige’s unamused expression.
“oh! hi baby,”
“i thought you said you were working today?” you’re sitting straight now, looking up at paige from your position next to kk. your friend stays silent, pushing her hand over the phone’s microphone to muffle your conversation. she could sense the tension coming from paige and wasn’t really sure where this was going.
“they let me off early, really slow day.” you explain to your girlfriend, slightly shocked at the way she’s acting. you didn’t think on it too much though, assuming she was just fatigued.
“why didn’t you tell me?”
“you were busy paige.”
it aggravates paige that you didn’t tell her, instead opting to spend your rare free time with kk. and paige wouldn’t say it out loud, but she was also jealous that you and kk went live without her. everyone said that the three of you were a trio.
“you guys went live without me?”
“it’s not a big deal, babe. we do all the time.”
6 DAYS AGO:
the team was on a ‘recreational team bonding field trip’ and everyone insisted you join, especially kk. you and the freshman had grown quite fond of each other, feeding off the other’s energy and enthusiasm. you were definitely the lives of the party.
you had been spending a lot of time with kk actually, which was starting to get to paige. she’d suggest a fun activity for the two of you to do, and you were always saying “kk should come too!”
paige really enjoyed having you here today, loving and admiring the way you fit in so perfectly with all her friends. even on the way here you were cracking jokes and making everyone laugh. she was thankful to have you, grateful for how receptive everyone is to having you around.
everyone had been hiking up the mountain for about an hour and a half, finally making it to the top. you rejoiced, high-fiving everyone around you. you motivated everyone undoubtedly. it made paige want to kiss you and she was about to— until kk jogged up to the two of you and pulled you away.
it was time to take the zip line down to the bottom of the mountain, something everyone was excited about (really their only good reason to come). everyone needed to pick a partner and paige didn’t even think twice about knowing you were hers. you were her girlfriend for christsake, she didn’t need to call dibs on you.
apparently she did though, cause kk claimed you as her partner instead. what upset paige the most was that you didn’t even say no. never saying “i want to be paige’s partner.”
that’s how paige ended up with nika, the two of them going last.
“if looks could kill..”
“what?” nika’s words drew paige out of her daydream, grounding her back in this moment she wishes wasn’t even happening.
“i saw the look you gave kk. why didn’t you say something?”
it was a good question really. why didn’t she?
suddenly paige remembers your and kk’s shared screams of joy going down the zip line. she remembers the way kk interlocked your hands and threw them up in the air like she was on a rollercoaster. like kk was your girlfriend.
“doesn’t matter. my girlfriend seemed to enjoy herself with another girl.”
“oh paige, don’t be like that. that’s just how kk is.”
when nika and paige made it to the bottom of the zip line it felt like five years had passed. you and kk had been the first to go, and paige had to wait ten minutes for everyone else to be done. upon making it back to ground, paige noticed ashlynn taking a picture of you and kk.
kk’s arm was around your shoulders as she leaned into you, a big stupid grin on her face. you were smiling too, not minding kk’s close proximity.
after being unclipped from the line paige walked towards you, trying to let her frustrations drain away so she could just enjoy the day.
“baby,”
“hold on- what kk?”
2 DAYS AGO:
the team had been back from practice for a few hours now, everyone just relaxing and doing their own thing. paige really wanted to take this reprieve to spend alone time with you, becoming increasingly aware that you hardly ever got a moment to yourselves.
but of course, her plans changed when kk asked to play video games with you at your apartment. you said yes, now sitting on your couch with kk playing COD while paige sulked in another room. you hadn’t realized she was sulking, just thinking she was tired and went to take a nap.
about an hour into playing, your girlfriend came padding out of your bedroom and into the living area. you were too distracted and paige was too childish, quickly unplugging the power cord to the TV without either you or kk noticing.
“NOOOO!”
“WHAT HAPPENED??”
“bro your tv is broken,”
“you probably broke it-“
paige’s voice cut through the air like a knife, bringing both you and kk back into reality. you’re both staring at her wide-eyed with mouths agape.
“well, looks like you gotta go home kk, playing video games there.” paige is fake shrugging like she too is disappointed in the circumstances. you’re squinting and suspecting of her tone but it quickly vanishes.
“TRUE, we can go to the dorms and play girl boo!”
paige’s shoulders shrink, watching as you gather your shoes and keys. her plan backfired on her almost instantly.
“maybe we can just stay here babe? i can help you fix the tv,”
“i’ll fix it later p. you comin?”
CURRENT DAY:
paige was beyond excited. was.
she had gone out of her way to plan a nice dinner for you, trying to cook up something nice. she had even printed out a recipe and followed it step-by-step. she went to the store to get you flowers, bought a new dvd to add to your collection, and even wrote you a little love letter.
you told her you’d be getting off by 5:30. it was now 6:43. she was certain the food was cold and stale by now, not worth eating. she had to blow out the candles she lit at the table because the wax started dripping onto the wooden surface. paige was almost finished with her homemade cocktails she learned how to make just for tonight when you walked through the door. finally.
“hey baby!” you hadn’t looked up yet, kicking off your shoes and shrugging your jacket down your shoulders.
“where’ve you been?”
you finally looked up, letting your surroundings sink in along with the instant guilt. you had no idea she was planning anything.
“i was doing this thing with kk-“
at the mention of her friend’s name again paige aggressively pushed her drink away and stormed off. you stood there dumbfounded for a second before quickly following behind her, having to jog to keep up with her pace.
“paige? what’s wrong?”
“what’s wrong?! i think if you mention kk one more time im going to lose my mind. all you do is hang out with her. like i’m not even here. y’know, i planned this whole night because i wanted to spend quality time with you. but instead of wanting to come home to me, you go to kk?!”
“paige i didn’t know you-“
“and y’know what?! i’m tired of you prioritizing her. i’m your girlfriend. not kk. me! you’re too close with her..” she’s silent for a moment and you let her words linger in the air. “jus want you to focus on me.”
her head is hung low and saying it out loud almost makes her feel selfish. but you understand her, you consider her words and realize she’s right.
you have been spending a lot of time with kk. and in turn, you sacrificed precious time with paige to do so. it crushes you now that you know, and you suddenly wish you could go back and time. a few stray tears roll down your girlfriend’s face, landing on her favorite button up. she picked it for this special occasion. just for you.
you peak your head out to the kitchen, soaking in the decorations and the ghost of paige’s effort to make this night amazing for you. a frown settles deep on your features when you realize you’re ruining this night for her.
“paige, i love you so much. unbelievably so. i’m so sorry, please let me make it up to you while we enjoy the meal you made.” you’re almost pleading with her, wiping her few tears away and cradling her fragility. she nods, a weak smile adorning her face as she looks at you.
the dinner had been amazing and paige swears you told her that about a million different times. she liked it though. your reassurance and affirmations let her know that you cared about her more than anything else.
“i love you paigey.”
“not kk?”
“not kk.”
“good, i love you too”
“wait- you were just jealous-“
“shut up.”
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CALL OUT MY NAME ☆ c. seungcheol
☆ PAIRING: slightly possessive boyfriend!cheol x reader (f)
☆ GENRE: NSFW (18+ readers only!!)
☆ SUMMARY: your ex boyfriend can’t seem to stop texting you lately; wouldn’t want to make your current boyfriend angry would you?
☆ WORD COUNT: about 1.8k
☆ WARNINGS: cheol is possessive in a protective way, mentions of an ex boyfriend that won't leave you alone, ex boyfriend is min yoongi, cheol has a deep voice, mentions of cheol working out, cheol is tatted, he wants to fight her battles for her (king), unprotected sex, different sex positions (cowgirl, kneeling missionary), semi voyeurism, clitoral stimulation, spanking (like once), cumshot, foul language, cheolie is very sweet at the end!! lmk if i missed anything!!
☆ AUTHORS NOTE: posting this in honor of @miupow’s birthday!! happy birthday, lia!! you’re one of my dearest friends (and moots) on here. im so glad we met!! and also shout out to lia for beta-ing her own bday fic and correcting my half asleep writing. yeah even i don’t know what was going on there.
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You were setting a bowl of food and a glass of iced tea down on your kitchen island, when your laptop started ringing.
“Ah, Cheol, give me a minute!” You spoke out loud to yourself, quickly grabbing a fork before tapping your keyboard to accept the video call coming through.
“Hi, Cheolie.” You greeted in a sing-songy voice as he -was filled up your screen with a smile on his face.
Your boyfriend was in Japan on a business trip for a few days; scheduled to come home tomorrow. You both made it a routine to have dinner together every night over video calls.
“You look pretty.” He answered, his gaze never leaving you.
You giggled at his compliment. “You see me everyday.”
Seungcheol smirked. “And? You’re always pretty.” He motioned at your bowl that was in the camera frame. “What’s for dinner today?”
“Oh, um, spicy pork bibimbap. You know; my favorite. What are you having?”
Seungcheol pointed to some things on the table he was sitting at. “Tuna and rice with some spicy sauce and vegetables, and chicken.” He let out a laugh. “Kind of boring.”
You smiled at him before taking a bite of your food. “Did you go to the gym today? I saw the workout notification on my watch.” You referenced your activity sharing feature on your Apple Watch.
“Yeah, of course the last day I'm here I find this really nice gym.” Seungcheol rolled his eyes and took a bite of his food before speaking again. “I was so excited that I actually almost did a 400 pound deadlift.”
“Oh my god…” You were just as excited for your boyfriend’s gym achievements as he was.
“Hang on, I think I took some pictures.” He picked up his phone and was scrolling through some pictures. “Yeah, see?” Seungcheol turned his phone screen towards his computer so that you could see. He scrolled through pictures of the scenery of the gym, and some pictures in the mirror.
“I like that one.” You suddenly spoke up with a smirk on your face.
“Which one?” Seungcheol questioned before looking at his phone to see the one of him completely shirtless In the mirror, showing off his back that was beautifully adorned with muscles and his tattoo that you loved so much. “Oh with the tattoo?” He smirked, knowing fully well how much you liked it.
“Yeah.” You smirked, cheeks flushing like this was the first time you saw him. Seungcheol always seemed to have that effect on you.
“I didn’t go to the gym today, I went shopping instead.” You slightly laughed.
“Yeah, I saw the Amex notification.”Seungcheol joked, setting his phone back down. “Buy anything nice?”
You gasped, dramatically covering your face. “See! That's why I don’t like using it all of the time.” Seungcheol always let you use his credit card to treat yourself however you pleased, and sometimes you would buy clothing pieces that he’d like on you. Unfortunately, the notifications always went to his phone.
Seungcheol looked at his phone again, laughing at your dramatics. “It’s not like it shows me what you bought. It just tells me the store.”
“Well you’ll be home by evening tomorrow, right?” You questioned. “I’ll show you then. It’s–“
Your voice trailed off as suddenly a notification of a text message popped up at the top of your laptop screen. It was your ex boyfriend, Min Yoongi. For some reason he has been non stop bothering you lately; asking how you’ve been, if he can “catch up” with you. You ignored every one of his advances thus far, but you hadn’t said anything to Seungcheol.
“What’s wrong?” Seungcheol instantly noticed the change in your tone and expression. “You got so quiet all of a sudden.”
You sighed. “Cheolie, I hate you fighting my battles for me.”
“It’s my job.” Seungcheol quickly retorted. “What’s going on?”
“My ex boyfriend. Do you remember Yoongi?” Seungcheol nodded. “For some reason he’s been trying to get a hold of me; texting me like he wants something between us again.”
Seungcheol got closer to his computer, the tone in his voice suddenly deepening. “Show me the texts.”
You picked up your phone, showing him the screen of multiple texts to all of which you did not respond to.
“And you didn’t respond?” He questioned, reading the texts on your phone as you swiped through.
“No, I haven’t responded to any of them.” You answered.
“Okay.” Seungcheol spoke, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms in front of himself. “I can’t get an earlier flight out. But If this happens again, I’m dealing with him.”
“Yeah, fuck yourself on my cock just like that baby.” Seungcheol sighed, looking down at his lap to where his cock was disappearing inside of your wet cunt. “Fucking use it.”
Seungcheol brushed your hair off of your shoulders for access to your collarbones; sucking and biting at your skin. You whimpered In response, combing your fingers through his dark hair and giving it a slight tug. That only egged him on more; letting out a low grunt.
Seungcheol gripped onto your hips, angling them forwards so that when you slammed down onto him, his cockhead would be hitting a different spot.
“Cheol! Fuck!” You cried out, reaching to hold onto Seungcheol’s sturdy frame before falling into his chest.
“Yeah, gonna fucking cum?” Seungcheol’s grip moved to your thighs as you whimpered; your face buried in the crook of his neck. “Look at me, look at me.”
You pulled yourself up, still using him for stability. You couldn’t fight your orgasm right now if you tried to.
Until your phone starts ringing, lost somewhere in the tangled bed sheets.
You jump, clearly startled by the ringtone playing at almost full volume.
“The fuck….?” Seungcheol muttered, eyes fixated on his wet cock disappearing in between your legs.
“Ignore it.” You hissed, lifting yourself up off of him enough so just the tip was inside of you, only to slowly sink back down to feel every inch of Seungcheol’s cock.
Seungcheol knew that was on purpose, yet he still let out one of the hottest moans to ever come out of his mouth.
“Give me that fucking phone.” Seungcheol spat, putting one arm around you to keep you in place as he rummaged around the sheets to his right.
He managed to find it despite your whining, looking to see that the screen read a phone number across it and not any caller ID.
Seungcheol shot you a glance before swiping the green icon at the bottom of the screen to pick up the call. He then put it on speaker phone.
“Who is this?” The tone in his voice was deep and oddly steady considering that you were still perched up on his lap with his cock inside of you.
“Y/N?” The voice on the other side of the phone said your name, startling you. You froze. It was Min Yoongi of all people that could be calling you.
You saw Seungcheol’s jaw clench as he heard another man say your name, but with his free hand he still gave your ass a light smack to keep moving.
“Why are you calling my girlfriend’s phone? I know who this is.” Seungcheol used his free hand to pinch one of your nipples between your fingers, making you whimper.
“I just wanted to talk…” Yoongi’s voice trailed off and you didn’t know what he said only because Seungcheol whispered to you to lie down onto your back.
You followed directions, wincing at the empty feeling between your legs when you were on your back. Seungcheol immediately pushed your knees towards your shoulders and kneeled in front of you, aligning his cock with your entrance once again.
“We can talk.” Seungcheol spoke to the phone while he was teasing your folds with the tip of his cock. You grabbed a hold the comforter with your left hand, desperate for something to hold onto.
“Cheol, fucking put it in. Please.” You whined loud enough to be heard through the phone. Seungcheol had a satisfied look on his face, nodding as he finally pushed himself inside of you slowly enough so you felt everything; all of him.
You threw your head back; arching your back against the bed. Seungcheol put his hand onto your stomach to keep you still, then moved it down slightly to stimulate your clit with his thumb. Letting out a strained moan, you nearly wanted to scream.
“Awful quiet there, Yoongi. That’s your name right?” Seungcheol’s voice was so deep that your core clenched around him tight. “What happened to talking?” You were sure that the noises of his cock sliding in and out of you could be heard on the phone by now.
“I mean, obviously I’m a bit busy right now.”
“Cheol!” Your voice startled even you. Not quite a scream, but more like a whiny moan. Seungcheol’s body was quickly against yours within mere seconds; with his weight pressing into you.
“Mhm, call out my fucking name baby.” Seungcheol’s lips ghosted over yours as he lightly kissed you, then he found your right hand that was gripping onto the comforter and laced his fingers with yours. “Let him and everyone else hear it.”
The call either dropped or your phone died because it was silent, but neither of you were paying any attention.
“Cheol! fuck!” You swore, and just like that you were cumming all over his cock; shaking as he kissed you sweetly all over your face.
Seungcheol was on the brink of cumming, and you could tell. So naturally, you used his weakness to your advantage. He always gave in when you begged him to cum inside of you; he’d never tell you no.
“Cheolie, cum in me….please.” You gripped onto his thick arms as he supported himself above you; following your words exactly as his breathing became unsteady.
“Shit…fuck.” Seungcheol panted, dropping his head and making his hair fall into his face. You couldn’t help but let out a whimper at the feeling of him finishing inside of you.
The two of you were silent, and Seungcheol adjusted himself to not drop his entire weight onto you.
“I’m sorry, cheolie.” You muttered, running your fingers through his now messy hair.
He quickly had a concerned look on his face. “For what, princess? You didn’t do anything.”
You slightly laughed at the situation. “My ex is calling me, literally while we’re having sex.”
Seungcheol was smirking. “Yeah, but he’ll probably never call again.” He grabbed your hand, kissed the back of it, then kissed your face. “He should know that you’re mine.”
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Can you do headcannons about UConn wbb manager being on live with the team
𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 ─ UCONN WBB MANAGER
౨ৎ ─ summary | a live between the girls and their beloved manager!
─ word count | 1k
─ warnings | some light language, LOTS of banter, maybe some paige x manager but you can view how you want!
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KK PROPPED UP the camera against her water bottle as you settled into the hotel bed behind her, a yawn escaping your lips.
You and the rest of the team had just travelled almost three hours on a bus. You were so exhausted and sore as you yawned again, you rubbed your eyes as KK adjusted the camera angle.
"Hey live, we're back." KK waved at the camera dramatically as you laughed slightly, shaking your head. KK sent you a glare before she continued, "Everyone wanted Y/N to do a live with us so... yeah. She's here, hope y'all are happy."
Even from your spot, you could see the comments rolling in as KK read them. "They're asking where Paige is,"
You and KK glanced at each other before you sighed dramatically, sitting up so that you were directly next to KK. "Of course they are, they're down bad. And for what?"
"She's getting food with the rest of the team, don't worry live she'll be here in a second," KK reassured the viewers, a knowing smirk playing on her lips.
You kept on reading the comments, your chin in your hand as you scanned through the messages flashing across the screen. Some were funny, some were supportive, and of course, there were plenty asking about Paige.
"How did you feel about the ref from last week's game?" You read the question out loud as KK groaned, putting her face in her hands as you laughed. "Uh, well... he definitely made some interesting calls."
The door swung open and you both glanced toward it, watching as Ice and Paige walked through the door with takeout bags in their hands.
"Did you get my food?" You asked as Paige let out an exaggerated sigh, causing you to roll your eyes playfully.
"Bro, yes I did." She handed you the food as she threw herself on the bed, causing the camera to fall on to the camera. The entire room began to groan at Paige's antics, with KK shooting her a playful glare.
KK grabbed the phone and propped it up again as she gave Paige another glare, only to be ignored by Paige as she scrolled on her phone. "Sorry y'all, Paige just threw herself on the bed."
"Bro, hop off." Paige mumbled as KK continued to glare at her. "Just eat your food, damn."
You and Ice shared an amused glance as you held in your laugh, taking out your sandwich as you began eating. Ice sat down in front of you so that she could read the live comments before KK began singing SZA obnoxiously.
Paige then glanced up at you then took out her wallet and handed you a 20$ bill. You glanced at her with a confused look before she continued. "Here's your money back, I got you."
"Bro, why would you do that? You didn't have to, keep it." You sighed as Paige looked up at you with a grin.
Paige shrugged casually, her grin widening. "Don't worry about it, consider it an early birthday present. But keep it, Paige. Seriously," you gave her a stern expression.
She shook her head as she pushed the cash toward your hand, causing you to slap it away. Paige rolled her eyes as she groaned, getting up to your purse and putting the cash in it.
"Paige," you whined as she sent you a glare, getting back on the bed.
KK, now finished with her ong, glanced over at the exchange with a raised eyebrow. "What's going on over there?"
"Just Paige being extra," Ice replied with a smirk, earning a mock offended gasp from Paige.
You glanced back at the comments and a lot of them had noticed the exchange between you and Paige, causing you to laugh.
KK let out a groan as she sent Paige a glare. "Bro you're such a suck-up."
"Shut the-" She cut herself off as she sighed, "Shut the heck up, it's called being a good friend. Plus, I've known her longer than you have."
"Why do you always have to bring that up, why are you being so messy?" KK
KK just rolled her eyes as she put up her hand toward shot back, her tone annoyed as Ice just kept reading the comments, not paying much mind to their argument since it happens so often now.
Paige rolled her eyes, her grin not faltering. "Because it's fun," she replied, her voice laced with playfulness. "And because it's true. You're just a hater, you're just mad that Y/N likes me more than you."
KK gasped as she got up from the bed, going over to Paige. "No, I am."
"No, bro. It's me." Paige replied, sending you a smirk as you ignored their banter.
"Shut up, bro. It's me,"
"No, it's me."
"Bro, I've known her longer than you have so that automatically gives me more points than you, so..." Paige just shrugged as she glared up at the girl.
KK groaned out loud as she went back and put up her hand to Paige's face. "I'm done with your ass, talk to the hand."
Ice and Paige bursted out laughing as you shook your head in amusement, as KK kept her head up in an exaggerated way with a cocky expression.
"Yeah, yeah exactly." Paige smirked as she glanced toward you. "That's what I thought, KK."
You couldn't help but chuckle at the antics of your teammates. "Alright, alright, let's not start a World War III over who's the favorite," you interjected with a grin, trying to diffuse the situation.
"Yeah you're only sayin' that cus I'm obviously the favorite," Paige shrugged as she leaned back in the bed, eyeing you.
You raised an eyebrow at Paige's confident assertion, unable to suppress a smile at her playful teasing. "You're not even in my top five, P. Ice is number one right now 'cus she's not giving me a damn headache."
Ice smiled as she glanced back at you, blowing you a kiss. "Love you, Y/N."
Paige just scoffed, grabbing her fountain drink and sipping it as she sent Ice a glare. You chuckled at Ice's response, giving her a playful wink in return. "Love you too, Ice,"
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The next day, there were clips of the live (especially the part where Paige hands you the 20$) and everyone loved you even more. However, people began speculating there may be something between you and Paige.
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Jealous girl
Pairing: Chris x jealous!Reader
Wordcount: 5.1k +
Summary: where a girl from school, that you don’t like, somehow knows Chris. Your school life and private life collide, as you decide to make rash moves to get back at her, and teach her a lesson.
Warnings: smut, jealousy, rich kid!Reader, use of y/n, they’re seniors in HS, marking, possessive!Reader )if u squint), pet names, p in v, filming, creampie, unprotected
(A/N: ik I’ve been doing a lot of rich kid reader, but it’s just sm easier 😭 I'm sorry for any grammar errors, English is not my fist language. also, the song has like barely anything to do with the plot.)
I’ve been friends with the triplets for most of my life. We just click.
I’ve always had a slight crush on Chris, he’s the first one I met.
I was scribbling a drawing in kindergarden, sitting at a table all by myself, when Chris came up to me. He started to talk to me and rant about something, until he declared us friends.
We grew up together, went to the same elementary and middle school. But being a rich kid, my parents wanted me to go to a private high school for better education.
So now I go to a private high school in Boston, while the triplets go to Somerville high school.
At first I really didn’t want to go, since it was a private school with uniforms and all. But my parents weren’t letting up, and even threatened to send me to a boarding school in Switzerland.
So I reluctantly agreed.
There was this girl, Eva. Your basic blonde girl with green eyes.
Now, I never liked Eva’s friend, but that was years ago, and I don’t think they’re even friends anymore.
Anyway, me and Eva share the same AP European history class.
We don’t talk a lot though.
★ ★ ★
I walk down the hallway making my way towards the door. Today was a draining day and all I wanted to do was go home and sleep.
But I have homework and-
My thoughts are cut off as I stop in my track raising an eyebrow. There was chris, standing in front of the main entrance of the school.
“Y/n?” He asks excitedly. It’s like my brain pauses for a moment.
“Chris?” I ask back.
At this point I hadn’t seen Chris or his brothers in a month or so. I was too busy studying and they were busy with lacrosse.
I live in Boston at the border to Somerville. And Chris lives in Somerville. But my school is 40 minutes away from his by car.
He opens his arms and I gladly hug him. I sigh as we embrace, my eyes closing briefly.
“Why are you here?” I ask. After all, Chris, to my knowledge didn’t have a drivers license and no reason to be here.
“Well, you know Eva? Well I gave her my jacket a week ago and I came to pick it up since she goes to your school-“ He rants, his words come out fast and jumbled by how excited he is to see me.
“How do you know Eva?” The words come out sassy. And honestly if i wasn’t hyper aware of the fact that we’re on school grounds I’d slip in a swear word.
“Well a week ago I was out in Boston shopping with Matt and Nick and this girl came up to me asking for my jacket since she was cold. Just out of nowhere” he starts to rant again, but I don’t even have half the mind to interrupt him.
After all, this felt like two of my separate worlds were colliding. And I didn’t like it one bit. He didn’t seem to dislike her like I did, wich only made me despise her more.
“And you gave it to her? A stranger?” I raise an eyebrow a huff leaving my lips.
I sound more sassy than I intend to, but I can’t help it.
Students walk past us slowly. Being in a private school most people loved it here. They weren’t pushing to leave.
We stand at the side of the main entry, still inside.
“Yeah. She asked for it” he sasses back, matching my attitude. Yet his smile stays big on his face and I could tell he wasn’t serious.
“What if she stole it?” I roll my eyes looking back up at Chris who had a few inches on me.
“That’s what I said too.” He agrees dramatically. “So she offered to give me her snap and told me she’d give it back to me next opportunity she got.”
That seems a bit dumb to me. She’s rich, she could just buy a new jacket if she’s outside and cold.
“You’ve been talking?” I question. I cringe slightly at the jealous tone lacing my words but Chris doesn’t seem to pick up on it.
“Yeah” he chirps back happily.
Oh so now they were snapping too?
He sticks out like a sore thumb. The way he carries himself, the way he smiles and acts, is just a dead giveaway that he does not go to a private school. Let alone, the fact that he’d not wearing a uniform like everyone else walking out right now.
Some people give us weird looks, but most don’t even care.
I purse my lips, if my day hadn’t been bad already, it was definitely ruined now.
The problem wasn’t that he had friends, other than me. But the fact that I knew her and knew how much of a Bitch she is, and how he can’t realize that.
The fact that he knew that she goes to my school, and that i probably know her, But didn’t even bother to mention it to me.
“You know what class she has right now?” He asks me. He actually has the nerve to.
“No.” I roll my eyes. Honestly I couldn’t care less. I only share that one class with her.
I turn on my heel to walk away, but before I can he grabs my elbow pulling me back slightly.
“Please don’t leave?” He asks sweetly.
I huff yanking my arm out of his grasp. Sure it could be awkward standing in front of the main door, obviously not going to this school looking like a lost puppy. But it’s Chris, he’ll survive.
“Chris, I have shit to do”
that’s a lie. I don’t have anything planned today. I just wanted to go home and sleep.
“Pretty please??” I huff turning back around. I stand next to him, my arms crossed as I scan the people leaving the building.
“Cute uniform you got there.” He says licking his lips slightly as he looks over my body.
I was wearing the green plaid skirt. And a basic white, collared button down. Along with the schools signature green cardigan and the tie.
I had so many layers on it was crazy. Since it was a more chilly day in Boston I had my tights on, but under the tights I had Thermo leggings on to keep me warm.
Honestly if people at public schools think the dress code is strict they should go to a private school for a day.
Once three buttons from the top of my collared shirt were unbuttoned and I was dress coded for it.
Atleast the skirt wasn’t horrendously long.
It could still be considered a mini skirt if you squint.
“You say that every time you see me in it” I scoff. I can’t help the fact I’m being sassy, I’m just in a horrible mood.
“I mean it.” He answers.
But before i can respond I hear an annoying voice from in front of me. “Hey Chris.” I turn my head to look at Eva.
The bitch is smiling wide. She was wearing the khaki skirt and the navy blazer with the black tights.
I purse my lips. God I wish I could dress however I want to for school.
“Hi Eva.” Chris greets her with a hug.
I physically try to hold back a scowl. They talk about something and I drown Out Eva’s pitched, bitchy tone.
Of corse Chris wouldn’t pick up on the flirting. But I see the way she smiles at him. The way her eyes trail over his face and linger at his lips for too long.
And I don’t know why I’m getting all territorial, but I guess I’m scared that Chris won’t have time to hang out anymore if he starts dating.
Either that or I just know how much of a bitch she is and I could treat him better than she ever could.
“Y/n this is Eva, Eva this is y/n” Chris makes us shake hands. He introduces us like we don’t know each other.
She chuckles at the silly gesture. She doesn’t hate me and I don’t hate her either. I just don’t like her, and the way she acts.
I’m rich, sure. And I’m more wealthy then her, but atleast I don’t act like a brat.
We start to walk, with them chatting, and me just trailing behind them.
We get to Eva’s car, she’d said something about driving him home or something. Does this girl know he lives like more than 40 minutes away?
My skin crawls at the thought of them being together in her car for that long. All alone.
“Chris come here” I wave him over for a second. Eva doesn’t question it instead going on her phone.
He walks over to me. I grab him by the shoulder to pull him down as I whisper in his ear. “You always pick the worst people to befriend.”
I let go of him. He groans rolling his eyes. His past two friendships with girls he befriended had ended horribly. But it was so predictable.
“Y/n/n. Come on” he scoffs. I turn to walk away to my own car to drive home.
Until he grabs my arm again pulling me back. “Can we talk.” He mumbles his arms wrapping a round my torso his chest pressed against my back.
“Not now.” I huff pushing myself off of him slightly. He wasn’t holding me tightly so I get out of his grip fairly easily.
“Y/n” he huffs.
“Don’t start.” I sass at him. I clench my jaw. I feel disappointed but not surprised. Eva wasn’t the type to show guys she’s interested in just how bitchy she really is.
“I gotta go, have fun.” I smile at him sarcastically. I let my smile drop as fast as it had appeared finally walking away from them.
But when I glance over my shoulder he’s already standing next to her smiling down at her.
★ ★ ★
The whole week after she found out I knew him, she’d constantly call him, and be around me and tell me stuff about him as if I didn’t know.
She’d sho me pictures of them together, she’d tell me jokes that I’ve heard before.
It was just the same old recycled bullshit.
He’d told her that we’ve known each other for basically forever. Why the hell was she talking to me like I didn’t know him?
That weekend I went over to the triplets house like I usually do, ready to sleepover.
I was in nicks bedroom talking to him.
“God, Chris always has terrible friends. And he needs to stop talking to everyone he sees.” Nick says with an eye roll.
This was our weekly complaining session.
“I know right, he befriended some girl from my school-“ I’m cut off by Nick.
“Eva?” I nod.
“I met her a few days ago and she’s so annoying.” He agrees slapping my arm a few times as he gets worked up.
“Right.” I scoff agreeing with him.
“And she totally has a thing for Chris.” He rolls his eyes hard.
I purse my lips. Good to know that I’m not delusional and that someone else sees it too.
After that the conversation topic shifts until Nick is ranting about some random TikTok song, and about how it’s obviously written to go TikTok viral and whatnot.
★ ★ ★
“Where are you gonna sleep tonight?” Nick asks, lying flat on his back, on his bed.
I slept over almost every weekend. And usually I’d rotate between whose bed space I’ll take up.
It is Friday, I always come over Friday after school. And then I stay until Sunday. And Sunday afternoon I go back home.
I always stay over on the weekends unless I have like an upcoming exam or something.
“Uhm.” I pause. I should sleep in Matt’s room tonight. But I want to talk with Chris more.
“Chris” I state. Nick doesn’t even question it.
The last time I’d slept over was over a month ago. and while sure, we did hang out in the past month, I spent all my weekends studying.
Nick had no mind to question me. He couldn’t care less. I could tell he’d missed me, and knowing I was sleeping over was comforting no matter where I slept.
We talk for a bit more until I stand up and pick up my overnight bag. I hug Nick and tell him I’m gonna head to Chris’ room.
We really need to talk about making good friends, and who to not befriend.
Because it keeps happening that Chris will pick out the shittiest people to befriend. And god it’s so irritating having to listen to him complain after they ‘betray’ him.
I walk upstairs to Chris’ room and unceremoniously swing the door open.
Once the door opens I’m immediately greeted with the sight of the pale pink LED’s on. There he was laying on his bed laying ON his side his phone up to his face.
“Oh hi y/n” he smiles at me briefly before going back to staring at his phone.
Chris usually called me any nickname under the sun before calling me my actual name.
Eva’s piercing voice echos out of the phone speakers making my expression sour immediately.
“Hi y/n” she says loudly. I can’t help the eye roll.
“Chris.” I hiss under my breath my eyes narrowed in a glare. He glances back at me his lips pursing in mild annoyance.
He tells her he’s got to go and that he’ll call her back. Chris then hangs up, slightly sitting up, his back pressed against his head bored.
I walk in fully, now closing the door behind me.
I put my overnight bag on his desk.
“I think she likes you.” I say simply my lips tugged into a straight line.
He huffs a laugh as if he thinks I’m joking.
I look over my shoulder, observing the grey sweatpants and white wife beater combo.
He crossed his arms staring back at me.
“I’m dead serious.” I say flatly. “Ever since she found out that I know you, she’s been coming to me in breaks and talking about you like I give a fuck.”
He poked his tongue into his cheek his expression falling flat “you’re serious?” He asks his voice painfully monotone.
“Of corse you didn’t realize” I roll my eyes turning back to look at my backpack.
“Whatever” I roll my eyes. I grab my make up bag that I always had in his room and I walk out the room to the bathroom to take off my make up.
After a few minutes I come back to see him on his phone again.
“Shit you’re right.”
Chris breathes out not even looking at me just saying that. He was going through previous messages only now seeing the underlying flirtation in her choice of words.
I raise my eyebrow at him before it registers what he is saying.
“I know” I say simply.
“How do I let her down slowly?” He asks his eyes finally going up to meet mine. His blue eyes only seem more exaggerated under the pink LED lights.
Before walking away from the door I lock it, he sends me a questioning glance but ultimately doesn’t say anything.
“You know, like how do I tell her I’m not interested, without saying that?” He adds still looking at me.
I walk up to the side of his bed.
I then roll my eyes getting on the bed. I sit next to him my back against the headboard as well.
We’re both quiet, the air in the room thickening. I can practically feel my skin burning up.
“How about you make a bold statement?” I break the silence after a moment.
Before he can respond I turn and get on his lap. My eyes are dark as I Simply sit on his thighs.
His hands go to my waist out of instinct. My arms wrapping around his neck.
He huffs out a breath his cheeks tinted a slight red. “What? you wanna make a sex tape or something?” He rolls his eyes.
I roll my eyes back at him. “That would be bold, but I don’t want her to see your dick.”
“Ooh possessive?” He teases. Chris unconsciously squeezes my side making me whine under my breath.
He chuckles at the sound, but before he can comment on it I’m speaking again. “I was thinking hickey , but if you want to fuck so bad then-“ I cut myself off.
“We can do both” he assures.
I lick my lips. And before I know it I move his face with my hand tilting his head to the side. My lips touch his jawline. I kiss down his jawline to his neck before I start to suck harshly.
He lets out a harsh breath his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows.
“Easy ma, you got all the time In The world.”
Ma. I genuinely don’t know where he heard that, but at some point he just started calling me ma or mama.
Like I said, he used every pet name under the sun, before saying my actual name.
I pull away for a second my eyes scanning the small purple bruise on his neck.
“No.” I breathe out harshly before starting to peck his neck again. Until I bite down, relatively low on his neck close to the other hickey.
I bite hard, making sure my teeth print would be there while also sucking another hickey into his skin.
He hisses at the harsh feeling, his hands clenching and unclenching on my waist. He doesn’t stop me tho. Quite contrary, I hear a few whines leave his mouth. His sounds sounding borderline like moans.
I pull away admiring his neck.
I move the strap of his wife beater to the side, kissing down his collarbone. I suck more marks into his skin, until I deem it enough.
“You wanna tap this, handsome?” I tease , my eyes meeting his pale blue ones.
His eyes are half lidded and his pupils blown out in pleasure.
It’s really late by now. It’s dark outside. And the light pink LED lights make his blue eyes look even bluer.
“Please?” He asks sweetly his tone feigning innocence.
I can feel the hardness press up against my clothed core. I grin back at him, my eyes dark in lust and half lidded like his.
I cross my arms and tug off my t shirt. I throw it to the ground, letting Chris Bask in the sight of my bra covered chest.
The lust radiating off of him only seems to double.
“So pretty.” He coos. And before I know it he’s leaning forward and kissing my chest.
He glances up at me through his lashes and mumbles against my skin. “Can I leave hickeys too?”
I chuckle at the question. It really didn’t matter for me. My schools dress code is strict and I would have to cover them up anyway.
“Under the neckline” I nod simply. And before I realize it he’s sucking on the tender skin of one of my boobs.
He licks and sucks at the skin, half my boob covered in his saliva now.
I tug in his top. He groans against me, obviously not wanting to pull away. But he eventually does, I pull the wife beater over his head and throw it to the floor.
His hand goes up to cup my other boob while he kisses down from my collarbone to my chest and then sucks another hickey at the top of it.
I card my hand through his hair while I don’t bother pulling him off. He lets me stroke his hair moaning into my skin.
He pulls away, his eyes even darker than before. his hair now messy as well.
I get off of him. He groans at the loss of contact. I can see he’s about to complain. But before he can, I start to undo my pajama pants and slide them down.
My black lacy thong and my black lacy bra match.
Chris had made fun of me for wearing such ‘slutty’ underwear before. After all whenever I showered here I left some of my clothes, namely my underwear, here.
I had my own little section in Chris’ closet filled with my panties and bras.
“Fuck.” He breaths out closing his eyes briefly and then opening them again as if checking if he was seeing things.
He starts to shift and tug down his own sweatpants. He eagerly tugs them off along with his boxers letting his cock spring free.
My mouth quite literally waters at the sight of his hard dick lying flat against his stomach.
He lays down flat on his back looking to his side to look me in the eyes.
“Please ride me ma.”
He says in such a pleading and whiny tone, how could I say no to that.
I walk past his bed to his desk and pick up my phone from where I’d put it.
I walk back tugging the thong off swiftly. I get on top of him straddling his torso. I grind myself against his dick, feeling it glide between my wet folds.
I tug on my bra trying to get it off. And when I finally do, it’s also discarded quickly.
“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous mama.” He sighs looking at my boobs, both of them having small hickeys on them.
He puts his two hands on my waist lifting me slightly. He trails one hand down to my folds examining my pussy.
I feel him push his middle finger into my cunt abruptly to wich I moan.
He hums as if he was thinking. “So tight baby.” He coos his second hand on my waist caressing my skin gently.
“Gotta stretch this pussy out. We don’t want it to tear do we?” Chris asks sarcastically, obviously joking.
I lick my lips and let out a dry chuckle. His girth really did look painfully big. Atleast for what I was used to.
It wasn’t like he was that big, but it was definitely well above average.
I hand him my phone so he can start recording and that’s just what he does. He uses his hand from my waist to film this.
The camera pointing right at my pussy. He pushes a second finger in, briefly finger fucking me and scissoring his fingers to stretch me more.
“So fucking soaked.” He groans under this breath.
Chris takes his fingers out of me grabbing his hard dick and jerking it for a second. I lift myself and he positions it at my cunt, while also making sure to keep the camera at the right angle.
I push myself down letting out a breathy moan.
His hand, that’s not holding my phone, goes to my waist to steady me.
I suddenly push myself down on him completely. I whine loudly, my body jerking forward at the impact. He groans at the feeling of being balls deep in me.
“You okay?” He asks rubbing my waist gently in comfort.
“Yea” I breathe out my eyes closing as I try to get used to the feeling.
My legs are already numb and I’m already questioning why I’m on top.
I start to slowly bounce myself on him. He watches through my phone, his eyes glued to where we connect, seemingly fascinated by the sight.
“So tight for me.” He breaths out harshly trying to hold back loud groans. He was painfully aware of the fact that his siblings and parents were home.
I start to bounce on him more listening to him shower me in praises and compliments.
“Fuck.” His eyes stay trained on the phone screen, but he occasionally glances up to look at me.
I start to ride him harder the compliments and praise only making me wetter.
“God, come on, get yourself off on my dick like the slut you are.” He huffs. His free hand lightly on my waist to help me steady my movements.
He tries not to be too loud, both for the camera and because everyone is home.
I lean forward slightly and take my phone from his grasp.
I film his face and his reactions now.
His hands go to my waist slightly squeezing my skin as I start to rock my hips harder.
“Good boy, be quiet yeah.”
I feel the knot in my stomach tighten threatening to snap. The constant hit to my sweet spot is so overwhelming, and before I know it I’m releasing on his dick.
my hands are shaky but my phone is still angled at him, catching his mouth dropping in pleasure.
I clench around him letting out soft whines and moans, while Chris uses his hands to make me grind on him.
After a second when I calm down he grins. Chris holds his hand out for the phone that I give to him. He lifts me slightly to show the Camera the white circle my cum created around his length.
He makes no move to switch our positions so I just grind into him.
Chris turns the recording off and puts my phone on the nightstand. His hands find their way to my hips holding me tightly.
But before he can switch our positions like he was lplanning to, his phone starts ringing.
I glance ova seeing Eva as the caller ID. I roll my eyes. I feel pretty over stimulated already, but I want her to know.
“Pick up.” I demand under my breath. Our eyes meet for a moment but he eventually complies.
He leans over and takes his phone, picking up the call with a frown.
As soon as I hear her annoying voice i start to ride him again, making sure that the slapping sounds are loud enough.
He tries not to groan at the movements, trying to keep himself together.
“Eva, uh” he pauses his eyes locking with mine once more. He can’t help it when his free hand on my waist urges me to go harder.
“I’m kind of busy right now”
But she doesn’t get the hint and questions him. “Too busy to talk to me?”
Fucking pick me.
“Yeah well” he lets out a soft groan, pulling the phone away so she doesn’t hear it too well.
She starts to yap about some unimportant shit. Chris puts the phone on the side of the bed sitting up.
I stop moving due to Chris harsh grip. He pulls me off and flips us around.
I grab the pillow re- adjusting it so the side of my face is buried in it, my ass up for him.
He grins a soft slap echoing through the room. He kneeds my ass trying to smooth the pain of the slap.
He spreads my cheeks and pushes himself back in. He immediately starts up a harsh and fast pace fucking me into the pillow.
“Are you having sex right now?” Eva questions sounding like a brat who was just denied a toy
He leans over for a second picking up his phone. “No I’m not, why would you think that” he scoffs continuing his relentless attack to my sweet spot.
My core throbs around him, clenching to try and suck him back in.
“Oh my god you are-“ before she can rant about god knows what, Chris hangs up the phone.
He scoffs his grip in my waist tightens as he continues to forcefully pull me back on him.
He goes to the camera app on his phone starting to film once again.
He admires the way his entire length disappears into my tight cunt, and the way he has a white ring around the base of his cock from my previous release.
He picks up pace even more, if that was even humanly possible, until I feel like im going to cum again.
I turn my face and burry it in the pillow trying to muffle my noises. Because honestly I’d be surprised if the whole house didn’t already know what we’re doing.
“Close” I whine out between incoherent moans.
“Me too ma. Hold it for a bit, yeah?” He says sweetly his harsh actions not so sweet.
“Where do you want it?” He keeps glancing between the camera and me, sometimes angling the camera to show my back and the back of my head too.
“Inside” I whine. And that mildly catches Chris off guard.
He only picks up pace tho, his palm meets my butt again, in a harsh slap. I moan at the feeling. “Come on come for me” he demands.
And before I know it the knot in my stomach snaps once more my thighs shaking and my cunt clenching a round him.
The Camera is focused on my cunt. His thrusts get more sloppy and messy until he gives me one last harsh thrust.
Chris releases into me, filling me up to the brim and stuffing me.
We both stay like that for a moment to catch our breathes.
He stops the recording and throws the phone next to me, onto the bed.
He trails his hand over my ass and lower back, before gently grabbing my hips and pulling out.
He lets out a breath seeing his length covered in our combined juices, and me leaking.
He pushes me on my side slightly, so I’m laying down fully. I sigh turning my face into the pillow my arm under it.
“You okay?” He asks softly. Chris kisses my shoulder softly.
I just realized that we hadn’t kissed once. This entire time, his lips hadn’t been on mine not once. And I don’t know if he did that on purpose or not.
“ m’ good” I sigh closing my eyes briefly.
I nuzzle my face into the pillow, breathing out. I blink my eyes open again sighing.
I feel his eyes burn into the side of my face.
“Were you jealous?”
My eyes shoot open and I turn my head slightly to look at him. “About what?” I say simply playing dumb.
“Why do you not like her.” He asks again.
“I never liked her.”
“Right, and you don’t like that she likes me.” He states simply.
I scoff. “Don’t flatter yourself” I huff and nuzzle my face into the pillow.
“You literally have my cum inside of you right now, ma.” He huffs in response.
I purse my lips burring my face harder into the pillow.
“I like that.” He says again making me look back at him. Chris is looking down at me with a sweet smile
“What?” I ask and look at him from the corner of my eyes.
“That you’re jealous.” Chris replies, his smirk ever so cocky.
“Why would I be jealous?” You huff, replying sarcastically.
“Don’t deny it ma. I think it’s cute.” Chris chuckles. He grins down at you victoriously. He lays down next to you staring into your eyes.
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If you're looking for hurt/comfort prompts, how about trans!Dream coming out to his transphobic parents and it not going well, and ends up in a shouting match where Dream vents all his rage at his parents. Hob, Dream's loving boyfriend is there holding his hand the whole time and comforts him afterwards.
Of course, don't feel pressured to write this if you don't want to
i tweaked it just a little bit
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In retrospect, Dream probably should have waited to do this until after he was no longer living at home. In retrospect, he should have gone to university on the other side of the planet so he wouldn't be pushed closer to the brink of insanity with every second spent in his parents' house.
Then again, if he had gone to another university he would never have met Hob.
If he had gone to another university he wouldn't have had Hob there with him as he tried to figure himself out. To hold him through crisis after crisis. He wouldn't have had to hear the absolutely wretched things his parents said about Hob, about what a terrible influence he was, how he corrupted Dream, how Dream left for university as their perfect obedient daughter and came back wrong and it was Hob's fault somehow. He wouldn't have had to hear those things. But he also wouldn't have known Hob.
He wouldn't have a key to Hob's flat, and be abusing the privilege now by sitting here on the couch even though Hob's not home yet, even though the term's ended and he didn't think they would see each other for some time, nor that this is necessarily what Hob meant in giving him a key. But he doesn't have anywhere else to go.
The short train ride over gave him time to breathe and he's calmed down, mostly. It may not have been the most well-timed decision, finally snapping on his parents like that, but he just reached his wit's end. It had been another mean comment about Hob--whom his parents had never even met--that did it. He's used to the constant criticisms of himself but he can't bear hearing it about Hob.
So he left. The slammed door and shout of don't come back until you start acting right echoing behind him.
He never would have done that before. And his parents seem to think one year of university made him do a one-eighty turn and become some kind of monster overnight. Dream thinks he was just quiet for so long he forgot what his own voice sounded like.
But he's calm now. He thinks. He's just... going to ask Hob if he can stay the night and then he'll figure out what he's going to do next. That's all.
Keys jangle in the lock. The door swings open and Hob comes in, carrying a bag of groceries.
"Oh!" he says, upon seeing Dream--sounding less surprised than Dream would have expected, considering it's been a few weeks since they've seen each other in person and now Dream is just in his house. "Dream. Should've let me know you were coming, I'd have pushed the grocery run off until tomorrow-- have you been waiting here for ages?"
Dream's calm. He is.
His lower lip wobbles and he bursts into tears.
"Dream." Hob drops the groceries--Dream thinks he hears at least one jar of something shatter on the floor--and rushes over to him. "Dream. Hey. What's going on?"
Dream lets Hob fold him into a hug, and says, "I fought with my parents. Yelled at them. Like I never have before."
"Probably deserved it," Hob says immediately, and Dream lets out a choked laugh.
"They did." It is hard to always be sure of this when they are criticizing him. Easier when they are criticizing Hob. "Only... I don't think they will want me to come back now. Not unless I... recant. On several matters."
"Oh." Hob pulls away far enough to look at him, hands bracing Dream's shoulders. For a moment, his expression creases in sorrow. Then steels in familiar determination. "You'll just have to stay here for the summer then."
"Here?" Dream says. Hob's flat is already tiny; he is on a student budget after all. Now he will share it with Dream, too?
As he does with so many things already. His time, his kindness. His ferocity in insisting that Dream own who he is no matter what anyone has to say about it. His clothes, when he just started transitioning--Dream had had almost enough gender-neutral clothes already to be getting on with, but Hob had still given him one of his jackets, and conveniently never asked for the jumper Dream had already borrowed-slash-stolen back.
His hugs, too. His kisses.
"Yeah, it'll give me a chance to finally fix your hair," Hob says, running one hand through the jagged mess of Dream's hair as he wipes away his tears with the other.
On top of everything else, Hob had been the one to cut Dream's hair once he'd finally worked up the courage to do it. He'd done an admittedly pretty uneven job of it, but Dream hasn't had the heart to fix it because the memory of it makes him smile. The look of horror on Hob's face when he'd seen the end result, his despairing wail of it's so straight and silky when it's long how was I supposed to know it would stick up so much!? And yes, Dream's hair does stick up all over the place now, but it's fluffy and he likes to run his hands through it. And he likes even more when Hob runs his hands through it.
"I like it this way," he says.
Hob smiles crookedly. "Of course."
He scrubs his hand through it again, then cradles Dream's cheek in his palm. God, Dream's missed him so much during these few weeks since the term ended. Hob kisses his cheek, and says, "I'm sorry your parents are such shitheads, darling."
His way of phrasing it makes Dream laugh, and then he wraps his arms around Hob's shoulders again, laughing and crying and leaning in to him, so relieved to have him he could just keel over. He would not have had the courage for any of this if he had not had Hob behind him. Perhaps his parents were right about Hob being a corrupting influence, but in the best way possible.
"Come on, I'll make you dinner," Hob says, tugging him up to his feet. "We can celebrate the new holiday of telling your parents where to shove it. I got pasta and--" he freezes. Lets out a long, whistling breath of realization through his teeth. "That was the sauce I heard shattering before, wasn't it."
"I think so," Dream says, and can't help his giggle. Hob sighs, then smiles.
"Well, you're just going to have to help me figure out something else, then. Come on."
He takes Dream's hand and tows him over to the tiny kitchen. Hob's hand is warm in his, his grip strong, and for the first time since leaving school at the end of term Dream feels like the tension actually leaves his body. With Hob holding him like that, Dream feels like everything will turn out okay.
Somehow, with Hob, it always is.
#i feel like i keep writing the scenes that happen AFTER the prompt rather than the prompt itself XD whoops#dreamling#trans dream#cw transphobia#ask#altair214#my writing#i'm supposed to be doing my work rn instead i did this#short little fic
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𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆
𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐃!𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓 𝐗 𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐑𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐃!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑
𝐀/𝐍: this is so ass lolol but this is my first ever smut so PLEASE bear with me. i don’t normally write smut, i don’t normally like smut but i’m to try and make this as enjoyable and REALISTIC as possible. if there’s any mistakes or anything i could make better, let me know! and please comment if you liked it or not, i appreciate you guy’s feedback. 💋
𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: @mattscoquette
you and matt were currently sitting on your shared bed at his house. just moments before, you guys had a deep conversation. that turned from talking about your future to talking about sex. and here you are, your virgin self about to lose your virginity to your boyfriend.
matt looked at you with empathetic eyes and rubbed your arm slightly, "are you absolutely sure you want to do this baby? i don't want to pressure you into doing anything you are not comfortable with."
"matt, please i promise i want to do this." you pleaded.
"okay, i promise to make this as enjoyable as possible. if anything hurts or you want to me stop and take a break, i will. just let me know.. kay?" matt pushed you gently onto your back on the shared bed and started kissing you.
whatever had posessed matt in that very moment was doing you wonders because he was being so gentle. when you guys usually makeout, it's needy and rough but this, this was soft and gentle. his lips felt like a silk satin pillow case against your own.
"can i take your shirt off baby?" he asked, coming up for air from all the kissing
"mhm," you mumbled. he smiled and hooked his fingers under the hem of your shirt to take it off. once it was off, he was met with a dark blue lace bra. you weren't expecting for you to be losing your virginity tonight so you just put the matching set on out of comfortability.
"did you put this on for me?" he asked. you nodded your head, knowing damn well you definitely didn't.
"well you look beautiful, honey," he grazed his fingers along the small of your back and the front. the thought and the touch made you squirm and arch your back a little.
"i'm gonna take your bra off okay? is that good with you?"
"yes matt, please." he took it off and smiled and he reminded you how beautiful you looked.
"okay honey, i'm going to stimulate your nipples and try and give you some pleasure, okay?"
the thought of him 'stimulating your nipples' didn't sound very pleasing, but he reassured you everything was going to be okay and he wasn't going to hurt you in any type of way. he explained everything he was going to do and you reluctantly agreed.
matt smiled before lowering his head down and having his tongue on your nipple. licking very gently in circular motions. you felt like you weren't getting any pleasure at first but when he would come up for breath and your nipples would start to harden, you felt pleasure then.
"matt.." you breathed out heavily. matt could only smile at this.
"my girl finally getting pleasure? you feel okay, babe?"
"mhm," you pressed your lips together, "feels really good."
with a pop sound, he let go of your nipple and kissed you again. pulling away, and with your consent, he pulled down your shorts and underwear at the same time.
"okay, open your legs for me sweetheart."
you felt weird about that too. you hadn't shaven perviously before this and you were scared of what he had to say. if he would judge you, stop wanting you, break up with you. it was all a rush of emotions.
"honey, you look beautiful, i don't care about your hair. this is about you and your pleasure. don't worry about me."
you wanted to crumble into pieces at the sound of that. you faintly smiled and opened your legs.
"you look so beautiful babe. okay, i'm gonna eat you out to give you some pleasure okay?"
"what does that mean?"
"i'm going to stimulate your clit with my tongue. you know what your clit is right?"
"yes, matt i know what a clitoris is."
he snickered, "okay good, i'll go super slow." and with that, he lowered his head and licked your clit, trying to get some stimulation out of you.
"matt, oh, fuck matt.." you put your hands in his hair and gently tugged at the tips of his hair which caused him to groan and give your clit a new type of pleasure.
"matt! wait no, i have to pee matt, stop." you moved him off of you gently.
he laughed and kissed your nose. "baby you don't have to pee. that's your body building up and orgasm."
"what does that mean?"
"your body produces something called arosual fluid that is like your natural lube for your body," he said with quotation marks. "that mixes with your pee and since your clit is right near the hole where you pee, that's why it feels like you have to pee because that hole is being stimulated."
you nodded your head and then he continued his actions. you knew you were close to cumming because it became harder and harder to breathe with every lick and suck matt would give you.
"matt, i'm literally gonna.." and with that you came. you felt everything go white for a split second and your body began to shake. matt laughed, and kissed your forehead.
"you okay?" he asked, very soft and gently.
"yeah just give me a minute."
matt gave you about minutes before you calmed down and you were now about to actually have sex.
"do you know how to put a condom on matt?"
"of course, honey, they teach it to us in highschool." he pulled his pants down and revealed his, dripping with pre-cum, cock hanging loose.
your eyes widened at the size of the thing and began to grow nervous. "that is not going to fit in me."
he slipped the condom on no problem and grabbed some extra lube. "sure it will baby, we just have to use more lube." he lubed both you up and the time was now coming.
"i'm going to push the tip in and then half. does that sound good?"
"mhm, is it gonna hurt."
"it might hurt a sliver but that's why we have extra lube. are you ready?"
"yeah."
with that, he pushed only the tip in and you were almost about to cry. matt reassured you everything was going to be okay and that he was there if you needed to take a break or anything. when you gave him the 'okay' to push further, he pushed half of it in.
"shit baby, your so tight, relax. if you don't relax, this is never going to work."
"matt, it hurts."
he kissed your temple, lovingly. "i know honey, but it will all be over soon."
you took his word and relaxed. whenever you were okay and he was pushing in and out, the pain quickly turned into pleasure and about two minutes in, you were ready to combust.
"matt, i'm gonna... please don't stop feels really good."
"yeah? my pretty girl feel good?"
"matt, oh my god," you moaned.
"you look so pretty like this honey.. you gonna cum for me?"
with that, you cummed all over the condom and he pulled out. "was that good? did you like that?" matt asked panting and sweaty.
"yes, matt! that was so good."
"okay, lets get cleaned up and then we can cuddle okay?" he kissed you lips before grabbing a warm wet towel and cleaning the mess up from your thighs. he disposed of the condom in the trash before cleaning himself off. he helped you get dressed and put on your favorite movie.
your first time was definitely worth remembering.
#𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒚'𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁#matt sturniolo#sturniolo#sturniolo triplets#matt x reader#matt sturniolo x you#matt sturniolo fluff#matt sturniolo smut#matt stuniolo fanfic#sturniolos#matthew sturniolo
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hiii would u write something sweet about reader having self harm scars on her arms and thighs and being ashamed of them, but abby comforts her by showing that she has scars too? though abby’s scars are not from sh, they’re from fighting but abby tells reader that she’s a fighter too and made it out in the end <3
abby anderson x f!reader.
warnings: reader has self-h*rm scars.
a/n: hii anon! thank you so much for this request. i don't know if you've seen, but i have some more stories of abby and her partner with sh scars, you can find it on my masterlist! i hope you're okay. and what abby says here is what i wished all of us, who (used to) cope with self-harm could hear. sending you all so much love. 🫶🏻🫂
you and abby are in your shared room. she just got out of the shower, wearing a pair of boxers and a tank top, her blonde hair falling on her shoulders. she sits on the edge of the old mattress. "what?" she asks, noticing the way you stare at her. "nothing. hey, are those new?" you point to some scratches on her arms and one under her chin. "mhm. ran into some seraphites today. but it's alright."
you reach for the healing cream in your backpack and open the lid, putting some in your hands. "mel gave this to me." you say, holding abby's arm. abby hisses as the cold cream touches her skin. you rub it over her freckled forearm, being gentle when touching her scars. she kisses your head. "thank you, baby." you look at her and hold her chin, kissing her pouty lips before rubbing the cream over her chin scar. "does it hurt?" she shakes her head. she takes your hands in hers and looks into your eyes. she kisses you softly. "give me the cream, baby. s'my turn to care for you."
you give her the cream. "what for?" abby nods towards your arms as she puts a little cream into her big palm. "roll up your sleeves for me." you do as she asks, putting your hand over your other arm to hide the scars. abby tries to take your hand off your arm. "baby, need to take care of your scars." you shake your head. "no, i don't want you to see."
"i've seen them before, sweet girl. no need to hide." she speaks softly. you let your hand fall on your lap as abby takes your hand in hers, applying the cream on your scars. you look away. "what is it, mmh? talk to me."
"it's just – it's stupid. my scars are stupid." abby tuts. "don't say that, baby." she caresses your skin, tracing over your scars with her fingertips. "but they are. yours are because of combat, you didn't choose to get them." abby sighs and looks at you. "baby." she says sternly. "you didn't choose to get your scars either. you didn't choose for your mind to be so – so mean to you." you're on the verge of tears. she continues to rub your arm. "lay down for me, sweetheart."
you lay down on the bed, looking at abby as she takes off your pyjama pants. she looks at your thighs and back up at you. she presses on the tube of gel, the lotion falling on your skin. her big hands start to knead your thigh. "in a way, you're a fighter too, baby." she says softly. "it's not easy, surviving in this world. now add all the horrible things your mind inflicts on you, the pressure you put on yourself..." she kisses one of your scars and looks up at you. "you're a fighter, baby. the strongest woman i know." she kisses your scars, without breaking eye contact. "i love you. love you so much. how you got your scars doesn't invalid your suffering, baby. okay?" she caresses your thigh. you smile at her, tears now rolling down your cheeks. abby gets up from between your legs and hugs you. "my baby." her scent comforts you, you hold her tightly against you. "you're strong, sweetheart. okay? you're a fighter. and i'm so proud of you for fighting against all the bad thoughts you get, all the urges you have." she cups your face, wiping your tears with her thumb. "i'm so proud of you, my sweet girl. you're here, with me. you make this world more bearable, make living easier for me. you're here. despite all the horrible things you've been through, you're still here with me, baby." you sob, putting your hands above hers.
she kisses you softly, tasting your salty tears against her lips. you sniffle and look at her. "thank you for being here, abby. i wouldn't be here today without you." you kiss her once more, feeling her smile against your lips. "it's all you, baby. you're here, alive, because of you, because of how strong and resilient you are. i'm just here to support you, just a shoulder you can cry on. it's all you." she kisses your forehead.
"i love you, sweet girl, my little soldier." she kisses your cheeks. "i love you more, abs."
taglist: @abbysprettygiiirl @bambishaven @bunniehrtz @cowboylikeabi @dykeanderson
@lesbian-useless
#abby anderson#abby anderson x reader#abby x fem!reader#abby anderson x f!reader#abby anderson x female reader#abby anderson fluff#abby anderson tlou2#abby anderson tlou#abby tlou#tlou fic#abby the last of us
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pairing: johnny cage/reader
wc: 500
warnings: 18+ only, smut, male masturbation (johnny), afab!gn!reader, no use of pronouns or y/n
a/n; don't mind me, just having some thoughts tonight! thought i would share! it's short and not very good :( i'm sorry but my brain is small </3
MDNI | SMUT UNDER CUT
⟢ Johnny had gone away for work; it was no more than a week and he had only one ‘rule’ do not touch yourself while he’s away. He wanted to deprive you and he wanted you to be as needy for him as he was for you but you couldn’t resist
⟢ unfortunately, he knew, you aren’t sure how but you couldn’t even lie, he called it out and he called it right and you were on the spot, and embarrassed and… well you ended up just admitting to it
⟢ which had lead you to… an obscure but effective punishment, he told you to watch him, you weren’t allowed to touch him or yourself, you could only sit near the foot of the bed while he sat leaning against the head of it, his dick in his hand, languidly pumping at it
⟢ you’d shuffled closer to see better and in all honestly, to be as close as possible in case he caved and let you touch him, he had only smiled cockily and tutted at you, “I gave you some pretty clear rules, not many either, only two.”
⟢ you couldn’t help but rub your thighs together while watching him, his dick leaking steadily, his precum dribbling freely from the tip, his hand catching it and using it to stroke at his hard cock. he knew he was effecting you, in a sick way this was giving him a lot more pleasure than he had expected it to, his dick twitching at the hungry look in your eyes
⟢ it felt like your thoughts were slipping away from you as they formed, wet clicking sounds filled the room with his increasing pace, his hips bucked slightly, desperation clawed at his insides. he had missed you so much, excited to share in the depravity together but you had caved and he found that adorable but also somewhat disappointing, only because he missed it
⟢ your panties were getting uncomfortably wet and sticky, your cunt throbbing for him, it was such a spectacularly cruel punishment especially since you had been waiting all week for him to come home and fuck you dumb
⟢ he was enjoying the look in your eyes, the glazed over and impatient expression that was seemingly tearing you apart from the inside out. you were a moment away from grinding down into the mattress in an embarrassingly debauched display
⟢ his abs were pulling tight, his dick jerking with his impending orgasm, his head rolled back against the bed frame lazily, his eyes watching you, your eyes watching his hand move quickly up and down his shaft. your mouth was practically salivating, you made a small, whimpered noise at him and it reverberated in his mind so deeply he came all over his hand and lower stomach
⟢ he had said, “alright love, have at it,” your mind reeled at his words, leaning down you licked the cum off his stomach, taking his softening and tender cock into your mouth to suck it clean, johnny let out pathetic moans at the sensitivity, he couldn’t help but mumble praises to you under his breath, always the charmer
⟢ once you had licked him clean, you crawled up his body and gave him a deep kiss, your tongue licking into his mouth, letting him taste his own cum on you
⟢ when you parted he’d murmured to you, “your turn”
#visions blurb#johnny cage x reader smut#johnny cage smut#johnny cage mk1#johnny cage x reader#mk1 smut
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Playing Dumb
Warnings: Oral (M receiving), Fingering, choking, p in v sex, unprotected sex, profanity.
Overview: You and Coriolanus are academic rivals. Much to his surpise however, you ask him for help regarding studying history. Going to your estate surely wouldn't lead to anything other than tutoring right? (Wrong you're a whore and we both know it babes)
Note: No Coryo is not wearing that godforsaken kilt. He’s wearing trousers, you’re welcome. Also, 4k words but feel free to skip to smut babe.
Coriolanus Snow was sitting in a secluded nook of the Academy’s expansive library, his brows were knit together in concentration as his eyes flitted across his history notes. Rumor had it that Professor Demigloss was preparing to spring an exam on them at the last minute that week. As always, Coriolanus strove to be at the top of the class. His focus however diminished as he heard a familiar laugh. His face twisted to one of exasperation. His cold gaze lifted to you. He glared as he saw you sitting with Sejanus Plinth, giggling about whatever pathetic nonsense Sejanus was spewing yet again. You could feel his gaze, it was hard to ignore, after all. However, you gave a friendly wave and a smile. Coriolanus abhorred how friendly you were. How could you remain so friendly when you were constantly competing to receive the highest marks in your shared classes?
You even waved him over to you with a smile. Coriolanus decided to take the bait and smoothed out the blazer of his academy uniform. “Yes, did you need something?” He asked politely. He may have viewed you as competition but that didn’t mean he’d stoop so low as to be cruel to you, despite his distaste for you.
“I wanted to let you know that Professor Demigloss plans to surprise us with an exam on Friday.” You said with a cordial smile. You had your notes set before you. A perfectly bulleted list of what was discussed during class, as well as highlighted notes in the margins.
Coriolanus tucked his notes under his arm and kept them close. “Yes, Clemensia mentioned something about that to me as well.” He said airily. He wasn’t terribly worried, after all, history was something he excelled in considering how routinely his Grandma’am had discussed the history of the Panem with him since he was a child. He could recite it as if it were a bedtime story.
Sejanus sighed. “I hope this doesn’t tank my grade too much.” He sighed as he took a glimpse at your notes.
You nodded. “Apparently it’s going to be a full-fledged exam, not just a quiz.” You sighed; a hint of worry flashed across your face.
Coriolanus couldn’t help but smirk. “Oh, surely you’re not worried about such things?” He asked, arching a brow. He was struggling to hide his delight at the notion that you might get lower marks than him.
Your gaze flitted away for a moment but then settled back on Coriolanus. “I…want to make a deal with you.” You said, nervously. It was as if you were already expecting him to reject whatever proposition you had for him.
Coriolanus tilted his head to the side, intrigued. “Yes?” He said, urging her to continue.
“I want you to help me study history. It’s by far the class I struggle with the most. I know it’s something you excel in.” You said.
Coriolanus couldn’t hide the flash of disbelief that fluttered across his features. “You want…me to help you study?”
“Yes, but I’ll help you study rhetoric. I know you tend to score lower than me in those exams. We can go to your place or mine, but my parents are away on a business trip.” You offered.
You had done your research on him. He could use a slight boost in his rhetoric grade, after all, he didn’t want to slip up and get lower marks than someone like Festus Cree for instance. He paused for a moment, then finally made his decision. “Fine, your estate, after classes today.” He said shortly. Naturally, he couldn’t have you see the state of his own home, it was quite embarrassing how low-class he appeared compared to his fellow classmates.
You nodded with a bright smile. “Perfect! I’ll be expecting you Coriolanus.”
For a moment Coriolanus could feel his heart stutter as you beamed and said his name in that sweet voice of yours. “Until then.” He said with a nod as he strode past her.
Classes were relatively boring as usual for Coriolanus. He didn’t learn anything he didn’t already have in his repertoire meaning it was all simply all review for him. He walked from the Academy to your estate, making sure to take his time. He didn’t want to look as though he rushed there, leaving him in a state of unkemptness, that would reflect poorly on him. As he walked he paged through his history notes. They were clear and concise, furthermore, they were in chronological order. He finally reached your estate about forty-five minutes after classes had finished. He rang the doorbell to the grandiose mansion and waited patiently. The door swung open. He was expecting to see a housekeeper of some sort. Instead, he was greeted by the sight of you…wearing simple, pink leisure attire that consisted of comfy cotton shorts and a lowcut tanktop. He felt his breath hitch slightly as he caught himself gawking at you.
“Hi Coriolanus, you can just put your stuff wherever you want.” You said as you ushered him in. That damn smile was still gracing your features as you spoke to him. He couldn’t help but rake his gaze up and down your figure. He hadn’t seen you in anything other than the Academy-provided uniform.
He set his book bag down on an ottoman in the foyer. “So,” he cleared his throat, “what is it that you struggle with in particular with history?” He asked, trying to keep his mind focused on the task at hand. He followed you as you led him through the expansive mansion. His gaze flicked to the different ornate decorations your family had set up. It was minimalist to be sure but everything was undoubtedly costly.
“Well, just the memorization of the years that everything happened is tricky for me.” You sighed as you opened the door to your bedroom and strode in.
Coriolanus halted his movements for a moment as he realized where you would be studying together. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t been in other girls’ bedrooms but that was either his friends or one-night stands that he had. He apprehensively stepped into your room. It was decorated in pure white hues with light blue accents. It suited you well with your bright, friendly disposition. However, Coriolanus couldn’t help but feel as though he was intruding on your personal life.
“You can sit wherever you want.” You said as you plopped yourself down on your cushy-looking bed. Coriolanus decided to perch himself in the chair at your desk.
“So you said you struggle with memorization?” He asked as he looked you up and down. He still couldn’t get over how different you looked out of the Academy uniform.
He felt his breath hitch once more as you lay down and arched your back to stretch on the bed. “Yeah, I guess so. Doesn’t help that Professor Demigloss always tests us on so many things at once.” You sighed.
Coriolanus caught himself staring at the peaks of your breasts, your nipples poking at the fabric slightly. He averted his gaze to the notes that he set on the desk. “Perhaps you aren’t using the right memorization tactics.” He murmured.
His gaze snapped over to you as you let out a little whine. “I’ve tried everything! I think the professor sets me up to fail.” He felt warmth rush to his cheeks at the way you sounded. The little whine accompanied by the breathy sigh you exhaled when you stretched once again was distracting him.
“Perhaps you aren’t organizing your notes properly.” He offered.
“Come here let me show you.” You said patting the open space on your bed. You got up and moved to your book bag, bending over at the waist to grab your notes. Coriolanus’s eyes were fixed on how your shorts hugged the curves of your ass. He couldn’t deny the temptation that was bubbling within him now. He sat down on your bed. You straightened and spun around to return to him. You lay down on the bed as you passed him your notes. He scanned over the notes, desperately trying to keep his gaze on the neatly written cursive on the page before him.
“It’s not bad, but could use a few corrections,” Coriolanus said, grabbing a nearby fountain pen. He began writing more notes in the margins, assigning dates to different historical events that you had written down, as well as the people of importance regarding the events. He felt you inching closer to him as he worked. You leaned over him to see what he was writing. He flicked his gaze down to your breasts as you did so. “You’re a little close.” He said, desperately trying to remain professional.
You looked up at him with those big doe eyes of yours. “Hm?” You hummed, cocking your head.
Coriolanus ran a hand through his blond curls. “You’re…quite distracting.” He admitted softly.
“Hm? Why?” You asked, still gazing up at him.
Coriolanus couldn’t tell if you were really that innocent or just playing dumb. He cleared his throat.”There’s no denying your beauty, surely you know that.” Your face blossomed a rosy hue as he complimented you. He found himself tossing the notes aside to the desk. “Not to mention you’re brilliant.” He added. He found himself smirking as the color on your cheeks turned an even deeper shade of crimson.
You sat up straighter and gazed at him, seemingly shocked that he was heaping praise upon you. “You’re too sweet Coryo.” You giggled softly, looking away shyly.
“Now, tell me why you really brought me here. You don’t need my help to study do you?” He asked with a knowing look. He used his fingertips to turn your chin so you were looking up at him again.
“Hm?” You asked, glancing away nervously.
“Those notes, they’re different than the ones you were sharing with Sejanus,” Coriolanus jutted his chin in the direction of the notes sitting atop her desk, “these were purposefully written to look sloppy. Very unlike you.”
You had been caught, your face reddened once more out of embarrassment. You had quickly scrawled a set of notes during the last period of class that day simply to have a reason for Coriolanus to stay and help you study. “I…well…” You trailed off at a loss for words.
“Did you perhaps…want me to spend more time with you outside of the Academy?” Coriolanus teased as he brushed a piece of hair out of your face.
That struck a nerve. He had deduced the true reason why you asked for tutoring within the span of minutes. “Yes…” You muttered shyly. “You’re just…I don’t know… fascinating. Someone who can keep up with me academically? That’s something I find…interesting.”
Coriolanus chuckled as he looked you up and down. “And by ‘interesting’ do you mean attractive?” He asked with a smug expression.
You looked up at him, damn him for being so attentive. Most boys in the Capitol were completely oblivious. You grumbled but nodded.
Coriolanus gave an amused smile. “And what if I told you, I’ve been thinking about all the things I wanted to do to you since I arrived?” He asked running his hands through your hair.
You felt your breath hitch. Did he want this too? It seemed outlandish considering the rivalry you two had but his words were firm despite the teasing tone. “Like what?” You asked breathlessly. You felt anticipation welling in your chest.
Without a word, Coriolanus tugged you closer to him and kissed you softly. His touch was gentle for a moment but then he couldn’t hold himself back anymore. He tugged you further on top of him, only breaking the kiss briefly to help you get situated on his lap. He pulled you back into another searing kiss. He couldn’t hide his slight smile as you melted at his touch. “And just how long have you wanted this?” He asked with a wolfish grin.
“So long, so fucking long Coryo.” You said breathily.
“Tell me, what sort of things have you imagined me doing to you?” He asked. His hands began to wander your body, groping your hips and thighs. He chuckled as you tried to hide your flustered expression in his chest. “Oh, look at me when I speak to you, darling. It’s only polite, surely you know that.” He said, gripping your chin harshly and lifting it to meet his gaze. You still averted your gaze, you had fantasized about this moment for a while but now that you were in the the thick of it, you caught yourself losing confidence in yourself. “Perhaps I need to give you a lesson on such things.” He said softly. He fought the urge to chuckle when you simply nodded wordlessly.
“Get on your knees for me then. Go on, be a good girl for me.” He said, jutting his chin to the floor. To his content, you were quick to follow his commands. Your hands quickly moved to his belt but he stopped you. “Remember to look at me the whole time, you wouldn’t want to be rude would you?” He teased. You blushed a deep crimson as you went back to fumbling with his belt, keeping your gaze linked to his. His pale blue eyes were glazed over with lust as he watched your actions. He could feel himself growing harder as he observed your submissiveness. You set his belt aside and unbuttoned his trousers quickly. Coriolanus smiled as you seemed to be grappling with your own impatience. He lifted his hips as you unzipped his trousers and tugged them down along with his underwear. His cock sprang up as the waistband was tugged down to free it.
“I wanna make you feel good Coryo.” You said softly, still gazing up at him.
“Don’t be coy, you know how to do that.” He taunted. Instead of holding himself for you he sat back and rested his palms on the bed. He watched as you slowly licked from the base of his cock up to the tip in one long motion, letting out a soft grunt as you did. His fingers clenched the sheets of your bed as you traced lines along the underside of his cock and made circles around his tip with your tongue. By far his favorite part of all of this though, was how you looked up at him with that desperate look in your eyes. So eager to please him.
Coriolanus let out a groan as you gripped his base, slowly taking him into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you bobbed your head, taking him in further and further each time. He threaded his fingers through your hair, testing the waters of how much you’d let him take control over this. He couldn’t help but indulge in his fantasy, he held you in place there as he lifted his hips, pushing himself deeper. His eyes rolled back and groaned as he felt his tip hit the back of your throat. He looked back down at you, tears filled your eyes but you were still eagerly bobbing your head as you sucked his cock. “Such a good girl…you’d probably let me do anything I wanted to you, hm?” He mused. He tugged your hair, pulling you off of him. “Isn’t that right?” He asked leaning down to deepen your gaze.
He chuckled as you pathetically nodded your head. “Mhm…whatever you wanted.” You said, squirming slightly.
He started to unbutton his blazer. “Whatever I wanted?” He chuckled. “Don’t test me, I have a wild imagination.” He said as he unceremoniously tossed his blazer to the floor. He yanked you by the hair back down to his cock. “Go on, I’m not done with you yet. You look so pretty on your knees with my cock in your mouth.”
You moaned as you took him back into his mouth. You kept your gaze pinned to his. He began to unbutton his shirt as he kept his watchful eyes glued to yours. He noticed you writhing from where you were seated, desperate to get some sort of friction. “You want me to touch you, hm?”
You pulled off of him with a pop. “Yes, oh god yes.” You sighed as you kept moving your hand along his cock.
“Be a good girl and beg.” Coriolanus teased.
“Please Coryo, please! I’ll be a good girl, I’ll let you fuck me however you want, just please touch me.” You begged pitifully, still stroking his cock with your fingers as you pleaded. Coriolanus couldn’t suppress his groan as he watched you pleading for him to touch you.
“Take your clothes off.” He said huskily. “You’ve been teasing me since I got here.”
You were quick to follow his commands, stripping in front of him and tossing your clothes aside. You stepped towards him and tried to look away as you noticed his eyes trailing up and down your body as if he was taking in every detail of you. “What did I say about looking away from me?” He asked, using a fingertip to turn your gaze back to him. “You’re absolutely breathtaking.” He trailed his palms up your thighs, squeezing your skin as he did.
“Coryo please…” You sighed softly.
“Not done looking at you yet.” He quipped. You let out a little whine as he continued to run his hands along you but not touching you where you needed him most. “First, I’m going to have you show me how you do it.”
You felt an embarrassed blush flood your cheeks. “Coryo that’s…”
“How will I know what you like if you don’t show me, darling?” He asked. “Come lay down and show me.”
Much to his content you clambered onto the bed next to him, laying down on one of the fluffy pillows. He moved so he knelt in front of you on the bed. Your first instinct was to bring your knees together but he gripped them to spread them apart. “I want to watch.” He said firmly. “Go on.” He urged with a patient smile.
You slowly trailed your hand down your body, you made circles around your clit with your fingertips, letting out a breathy sigh as you did. Coriolanus’s gaze was fixed on watching your fingers as you played with yourself. He could feel himself growing harder than he was before. He slowly started stroking his cock as he watched you. He smiled cruelly as he saw you try to tilt your head to the side to hide your face. “If you keep hiding your face, I’m not going to touch you.” He warned. You let out an exasperated moan but turned back to look at him feeling a familiar heat pool between your legs as you watched him touch himself. You slowly glided two fingers into your dripping cunt and let out a breathy moan as you did so. “Good girl, show me how to make you feel good.” Coriolanus praised. You started pumping your digits faster, his praise fueling your desire.
“Coryo please I want you to be the one doing this to me.” You begged pathetically. He moved his free hand to trail down between your thighs.
“You want me to finger you? If I do I’m going to finger you til you’re screaming for me.” He teased with a wolfish grin.
You let out a shameless moan and gave him an agonized look. “Please Coryo, please!” You felt euphoric when his fingers finally reached your clit. You pulled your hand away and instead started tugging on your nipples. He slid his fingers between your folds and finally plunged them deep into your pussy. You let out a moan at the new sensation. You were so used to doing this to yourself, imagining it to be him but now here he was with fingers twice the size and length of yours; it made your head spin.
He pumped his fingers in and out slowly watching your wanton reactions. “You look so pretty like this, such a desperate thing.” He quipped. He used his thumb to rub circles around your clit. “I wonder what else you like…” He moved his other hand to wrap his fingers around your throat, not enough to cut off the airway but enough to let you know he could. You let out a gasp and shuddered beneath him as he did. “Struck a nerve did I?” He teased as he sped up his digits. He moved his fingers within you and crooked them to find that sensitive spot within you as he squeezed your neck. You let out a breathy moan as he did, looking up at him with a begging expression. You rolled your eyes back as he quickened his fingers, making sure to curl them in that soft spot within you. You couldn’t hold back the scream of delight that erupted from your throat.
“Please, I…I want you to fuck me.” You managed to choke out.
“So good at begging darling.” He praised. Coriolanus pulled his fingers away and started to drag the head of his cock along your clit and your folds. He moved his hand from your throat to your jaw. “Look at me when I do it.” He commanded. You whimpered and nodded, you knew better than to argue with him. He slowly slid the tip of his cock into her with a grunt. He smirked as you let out a gasp at the unfamiliar sensation. “That’s it…good girl. Such a good girl for me.”
He slowly pushed in further and further til he bottomed out. “God you feel so fucking good.” He growled as he started setting a steady pace. With each moan of pleasure that came from you the more he struggled to hold back. He wanted to absolutely ravish you to take you at a bruising pace.
“More, god I need more.” You desperately begged as you clawed at his shoulders, sure to leave marks.
Coriolanus’s resolve snapped. He placed one hand on your hip while the other gripped your throat tightly. He quickened his pace, the hand on your hip pulling you down to help you meet his hips with each thrust. You were a moaning mess beneath him, your eyes filled with tears at the feeling of pleasure and pain. You started rolling your hips on your own once you got a feel for his rhythm. He moved his hand from your hip to your clit rubbing circles around it as he fucked you. “Just like that, you’re such a good girl for me aren’t you?” He said huskily.
You felt a familiar feeling bubbling up within you. You knew you were close you just needed an extra push. “Coryo I’m…I’m so fucking close.” You moaned.
“Be a good girl for me and cum on my cock, I want to watch you fall apart for me.” He demanded as he tightened his grip around your throat. You felt your climax wrack through your body, your eyes rolled to the back of your head, and a moan ripped from your vocal cords. You clawed at Coriolanus’s shoulders as you came, desperate to be closer to him. He didn’t slow his pace as he fucked you through your orgasm, gaining speed as he chased his own. “Such a good fucking girl. All for me.” He let a ragged breath as he felt himself twitch before spilling into you. He caught his breath as he looked down at you. He slowly pulled out watching as the cum spilled out of you to the sheets.
He moved to lay down beside you. He placed an arm around you, pulling you in closer to him. You laid down on his chest, you could hear his heart still hammering in his chest. “You were perfect, such a good girl.” He murmured as he kissed the top of your head
“I wanna do that again.” You mumbled as you cuddled up beside him.
Coriolanus chuckled as he started to play with your hair. “Trust me darling, if you want I’ll do that with you every day. We need to have these tutoring sessions more often.” He teased.
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bubble bath with gojo 🫧
synopsis: gojo comes back from a long mission and the two of you take a bubble bath to decompress
gojo satoru x reader fluff❣️
gojo quietly slips off his shoes in the dimly lit foyer of your shared apartment. he has been away in Nagoya for the past two weeks because of a mission. this one in particular had drained him due to an especially pesky special grade curse and on top of not seeing his baby for that long made him even more excited to be home. he even took the last train to Tokyo rather than staying the night and leaving in the morning, which would have been more convenient, just to be with you as soon as he could.
he opens the door to the main bedroom where you lay perfectly still on your side facing him under a thick navy duvet. the next detail he notices has his heart swelling up with love. you tend to sleep on his side of the bed when he’s away because his lingering scent makes it feel like he’s still there. you could have slept anywhere on this huge king sized bed but without fail, you always chose to be where Gojo sleeps. he pushes down the urge to run over and squeeze you tight in his arms and instead, he walks over to your sleeping figure and caresses your face with large calloused hands, to which you notice and snuggle into.
“‘toru? you’re finally home? sorry, I must’ve dozed off waiting.” you say as you rub the sleep out of your eyes.
“hi baby, didn’t mean to wake you. just missed you a lot. I’m about to take a quick shower so go back to sleep and I’ll join you later.” gojo said as he pushed up his blindfold to rub his eyes and that’s when you noticed his tired eyes with dark rings under it. suddenly your desire to take care of him increases tenfold. you shoot up from the bed to hug him, feeling his tense shoulders relax.
“I missed you too satoru. it’s ok, I’m really not that tired anymore. plus tomorrow is a Saturday so I wanna be up with you. can I join you in the bath?” you say with a cheeky grin.
“of course.” you see a smile spread across his face as he pulls the sheets off you and carries you into the bathroom connected to the room. as he sets you on the sink, you push up his blindfold revealing those glimmering aquamarine eyes. those very eyes that you have the luxury of seeing whenever you want. you then wrap your arms around his neck and plant soft kisses on his forehead, cheeks and ending with his lips.
“I love you so much.” you say right before gojo’s lips find yours once again.
“I love you too. you have no idea how much I missed this when I was away. now let’s get you all warmed up in the bath.” he says as he slides off your top and shorts.
as he undresses himself, you go to the cabinet to look for his favorite bubble bar out of your large collection and drop it in as the tub fills with water. shades of pink and magenta swirl around the warm water. by the time gojo finished up his quick rinse before jumping into the bath, the bar had completely dissolved, leaving a smooth pink bath water that smells sweet like candy and berries, just the way he likes.
“oh my god, is this THE bubble bar?” he says with a shocked expression.
“yes it is THE bubble bar!!” you say excitedly, feeling relieved that his energy is slowly coming back.
“what’s the occasion? we only use it during special occasions.” he says as he carefully holds your hand to step into the tub together.
“it's that you’re finally home with me. it was a whole long week without my baby, so tonight is very special for me” you say as you sit down in front of him and lay your head back on his chest.
this makes gojo’s heart melt so he completely engulfs you with his arms and your back is firmly pressed up his chest.
“how do you always know how to cheer me up? I wanna quit and just stay by your side!!” Gojo says as he presses kisses along the side of your neck.
“okay, let’s not do that now. It’s going to be hard for us to survive only on my salary.” you say while laughing from his ticklish kisses and because of how he makes you feel.
you two spend the next hour chatting away, from how the mission went to the souvenir shops he visited to bring you back goodies. as you massage the shampoo onto his scalp you ask, “are you feeling better now satoru?”
he opens his eyes and answers, “yeah, thanks baby. let’s go out on a date tomorrow to make up for our lost time together.” he says as he links his arms around your torso. you two finish getting ready for bed and the moment gojo’s head hits his pillow, he’s out like a light.
you lay on your side and admire this beautiful man while feeling an overwhelming sense of joy that he’s all yours.
a/n: this is my first fanfic so i apologize if there were a lot of mistakes!! this particular scenario has been plaguing my mind every night so I decided to write it haha.
thank you for reading! 💖
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Don't be a stranger! Pt. 4
Part 3 Part 4
Simon "Ghost" Riley x FemReader
Content: Neighbors AU, fluff, developing relationship
Johnny has silently been sitting across from him for 20 mins now; his eyes were narrowed with a wide smirk on his face. It was clear that he had something on his mind that he wanted to bring up, but Simon is refusing to be the one to bring it up first.
“So…Lt.” Johnny leaned forward, “Who did you meet?”
Simon paused with what he was writing and looked up to meet Johnny’s eyes. The two of them were close, but he doubts that the other can read him so well to know that he met someone while away. “Why do you think I met someone?”
"It's written all over your face, and I'm reading you like a book."
"My covered face?"
"It's written on your mask then, either way I can tell."
"Hmm."
Simon decides to do what he does best and ignores the conversation; if he doesn't react Johnny would eventually get bored of poking and leave him alone. This must be the most interesting happening in the sergeant's life though because he doesn't seem ready to let go.
"Is this mystery person a new friend or partner?" Johnny continued to stare at Simon as if he was actually trying to read him.
"Do you have anything you need to be doing right now or do I need to find you something?"
Right away he watches as Johnny jumps out of his seat and walks towards the door with his hands up. That grin hasn't dimmed even the tiniest bit though as he turns to Simon once more, "Oh by the way the reason I came to find you was that the mail room says they have a care package for you." With that Johnny is quickly out the door.
Simon glared at the spot the other once stood. That explains what had Johnny so bothersome he supposes then. He'll also need to talk to the mail room about not announcing what he's getting to nosy sergeants.
With a huff he stands from his seat and also makes his way to the office door. Simon isn't going to show it, but he is always very excited whenever he gets another package from you. He's been away for a little over a month now. The two of you have talked over the phone plenty of times, but there's something more intimate about exchanging letters and packages with one another.
Once reaching the mail room he is quick to gather his things, and make his way to the confines of his private space. He would have made it there without any interruptions, but he just had to run into Price on his way.
"Ghost." Price smiles and gestures towards the box, "What you got there lad?"
"A box, sir."
"From anyone special?"
Simon wasn't sure how to answer that because you were special to him, but he really didn't want anyone knowing about you right now. He's not ready to share who you are and what you mean to him yet. It's bad enough that Johnny already has an inkling about who you are; bad things always seem to happen when everybody finds out.
As if sensing his internal struggle, Price asks, "Is this the same person who gave you that bracelet?"
Looking down at his wrist the bracelet was out for all to see. Simon swiftly moves his sleeve to cover it once again out of sight; giving Price a hard stare. "It might be."
Price gives a small chuckle and as he walks past gives him a pat on the back, "Well then, I won't keep you any longer."
Not needing to be told twice Simon rushes to his room. Right away he opens the box from you; right on top is a note reading, “Facetime me, if you can, while you open the rest of the box!!!”
Looking at the time you should be home already. Good, he’d hate to miss a chance to talk to you. Simon takes a few moments to make sure his space is presentable for you before calling.
You answer on the second ring. Your face appears on screen with a wide smile as you move about the room. “Simon!”
There it was again the feeling of his heart threatening to burst from his chest. You’re able to stop all other thoughts as soon as you say his name, “Hello, love.”
"How have you been? Did you get my package? I put an extra special item in there for you!"
"Oh really? Well let's see what's in here then." Simon pulls the box into the camera view, and takes out the first item. It was a large container of chocolate chip cookies. He had asked for more after the first time, and now you always add baked goods whenever you send him anything.
"Those are to share by the way. I packed extra so your friends could enjoy some too!"
That was another thing he really admired about you. You were always thinking of others and wanting to help when you could. He had told you all about the team; little stories of them around base or out at the pub. You also asked about them once in a while; wanting to make sure everyone was doing ok. "They're my coworkers."
"You can't lie to me Simon. I know you care about them more than you would a normal coworker." The camera view on your end now showed you in the kitchen preparing to cook dinner for yourself. "Take out the next one!"
"Whatever you say love," he reaches back in and in hands now sits a tin of his favorite tea.
You gasp and lightly clap, "Here it is!"
Simon had complained during one of the phone calls that he hadn't had a good cup of tea in ages, and whenever good tea does come onto base it's usually gone within the hour. "I don't deserve you, love, thank you. This is going to make my time here much more enjoyable."
"That's what I like to hear! Just let me know when you run out and I'll be sure to send more." Simon would do anything to make sure that the smile you're giving him never leaves your face, "There should only be one more thing in there now!"
Pulling out the last thing was a small envelope. At first he thought it was a letter, but after opening it he found that the envelope actually had several polaroid pictures inside. Carefully he pulled them out and examined them carefully.
One of them was of a sunrise on the street he had always walked you to work on. Another was one of your hands in the shape of half a heart in front of his flat door. The next one was you; you were smiling at the camera, at him.
"I got a polaroid camera just a bit ago, and thought you'd like some pictures of home."
“They're perfect.” These were worth more to him than you would ever know, “What about you, love; did you get your package?”
You grab the phone and start to walk again, “Yeah, let me show you what I did!”
The camera is soon flipped and there on your living room window sill are all the rocks he has been sending you.
“What’s the story behind this one?” You hold up the most recent rock he had sent you. It was palm sized and vaguely resembled a mountain peak.
“That’s the very stone that took down Johnny.” He couldn’t help but smile at the memory, “He was running away from Gaz, and before either could get very far Johnny trips and falls straight on his face. It deserves the honor of being in your company for that.”
The two of you continue to talk as you make dinner for yourself. Talking about your day, work, and future plans for about another half hour. He can’t stay with you forever though, and he still has things he needs to do today.
“I’ll call you later love.”
The two of you exchange goodbyes and Simon is left with the silence of his room, wishing that he could be with you right now.
Looking at the time he noted to himself that Price has a briefing planned in just a bit. He placed some aside for himself for later before grabbing the box of cookies from you and started to make his way towards the meeting room.
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Tips for Moving Out for the First Time
I moved out of my parents house around 5 years ago and have since lived in four different apartments with four different combinations of roommates. And I’ve made a million mistakes. So if you’re thinking of moving out soon or have a move planned already, here’s just a few things you need to know:
1. Don’t mess with your lease
I cannot express this enough. The lease you sign is a serious legal contract. To break your lease is a genuinely big deal, and one that I didn’t take seriously enough in my first apartment. Listen, you may hear about your friends or other people sneaking in pets or an additional roommate that goes against what their lease says—I did this too, because people do it all the time and who cares as long as I pay rent on time? What started as my best friend and roommate bringing in her cat in our no-pets-allowed apartment ended in a very traumatic eviction, police involvement, and a permanent fissure in my friendship with my best friend.
Listen, I don’t want to scare you with all the gory details, but eviction is no small thing, and after that experience, I would never mess with my lease again. Even afterwards, I found landlords will always take the word of another landlord over yours. To get our next place we had to lie about our previous housing, give a fake name and number of our previous landlord, and in general it was incredibly difficult and stressful to get into a new place having to make up everything about our previous situation since we were in the wrong.
Please, don’t mess with your lease. The rules are the rules, and unfortunately landlords can make your life hell if you don’t follow them.
2. But seriously question it + know your tenant rights
On the topic of leases, read yours thoroughly to understand what rules are expected you follow, what it’s expected you’ll pay versus what’s included in the monthly rent, and when your contract begins and ends. Leases are packed full of important information, so don’t let anyone rush you through reading and understanding it, and it’s definitely a red flag if your landlord isn’t willing to talk or answer questions about it.
If your landlord told you that utilities are included in the rent, but your lease says it isn’t, question them! The lease is ultimately what rules you will follow, their word doesn’t mean much. If you need to change something, get it on paper, and don’t sign until you’re both happy with your contract.
Also do your research on your tenant rights in your city. What actions you can take if your landlord breaks your lease, what’s expected from your landlord in handling concerns of your suite/house, rent increases, what things a landlord can ask you about or not, and what is grounds for eviction (versus what they can't evict you for). Take notes for later in case you need them (but hopefully you won’t!)
3. Sign contracts with your roomies
I lived with a friend I kind of knew from school, my best friend, two best friends, and then a best friend and their friend, and no matter what my relationship to my roommates was, it was made 1 million percent better when we had a contract with each other, and had talked over and set specific rules for how we’d live together. People say don’t live with your best friends—I’d just say, don’t live with your best friends without a contract.
Sit down with your roomies, figure out who will do what chores and when, what the expectations are for sharing or not sharing groceries, cleaning supplies, dishes and other kitchen supplies, toilet paper, etc. etc., rules for having friends and partners over, noisiness, and any weird pet peeves you all have so you can avoid them with each other.
Put down everything you decide together on paper, and get everyone to sign it. It maybe seems extreme, but it’s better to do this right away than have to have a difficult and awkward conversation later about your roommate’s boyfriend who hasn’t gone home in three months and is driving up your grocery costs without adding anything to the household. Trust me on this one.
4. Get a job before you move out
Especially if you’re moving to a new city or far away from where you live currently, don’t assume you can move in first and then find a job later. Unless you have a lot of savings and you’re willing to lose it all if it comes to that, a job isn’t always guaranteed and rent money goes quick. To be safe and maintain trust with your landlord, job comes first.
(It’s also going to be a lot easier to get a place if you have a job first, landlords always ask about your work and earnings each month to make sure you’re a reliable tenant.)
I have a lot of experience in moving and finding apartments so if you want some more specific tips about actually getting a place, roommates, or anything else about the moving out process I’m happy to answer questions as best as I can! Just send em to my inbox or in the comment.
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Bunny Reader and Bunny Lute!!
Hiii! ✨Lute says something really hurtful during an argument and R's ears immediately droop down as a sign of sadness -plus crying. R insists she's fine despite her ears and crying being a dead give away. *Maybe lute's ears end up drooping too bc she feels horrible for making her mate sad* In the end Lute manages to make up with her and they cuddle in their bunny formsss!!!
I just think it'd be cute. Thank youuu🌼
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short fic♡ hope you like it still SPRRY ABOUT THAT♡♡
Warning(s): arguments
Bunny!lute x bunny!reader: arguments.
Arguments was a common thing in relationships. Especially if one of the partners is a stubborn person. Which just so happened to be your mate- Lute. A very common fight being her inability to relax. To take a break from training.
"Lute" you grumbled foot thumping, annoyed at this happening once more. How Lute hardly took care of herself "didn't you say you'd take the weekend off?" You growled out ears, twitching annoyed, watching her stop.
"Yeah. I did."
Before she started again, before turning to hit the dummy with her spear ad if you weren't there. Like what she promised didn't matter to her
"You promised. Me." You growled out the usual arguments always started, how she'd glare yelling at you
How she threw her spear down. Scowling as you both bicker with one another. But something was different. Maybe it was from how it always ended like this. Or from the stress of work.
"-Maybe if you weren't a fucking useless bynby yiu could help out. And not sit here-" she started before stopping cursing herself seeing the tears in your eyes. Once she touched that subject.
She knew you wanted to help. Wanted to get strong to help. But given the type of bunny you are. It's unsafe to do so "no, no baby- i- I'm so sorry." Seeing, your ears drooped sadly. Hers following feeling guilty for upsetting her mate holding your hands she sighed "your doing perfectly well. I'm sorry"
"Its ok" you choked out pulling away from her turning crying softly ignoring how she attempts to apologize before she sighed. Holding your waist
"My mate.. I.. let's cuddle?" She hummed our. Apologizes never being her strongest suit. Even with you- wasn't raised that way. "Let me make it up to you?"
She truly does love you.
It's quiet before you sighed, turning to her silently, "cuddled. No more training this week. No talks and.. I'll forgive you, "
"Deal"
Didn't even need to think about it. When it comes to you. She'll put you first in her own way. In her own attempt turning, she rushed off to write down a note. To remind herself of this and to go out to grab you a little gift as an apology.
Coming into your shared room she looked around ears twitching before seeing movement in the nest "..there you are my mate" she whispered softly watching for a moment
Seeing you in your shared nest huffing still upset thumping your foot made her heart break more than it has. "Oh baby," Lute whispered, leaning down before sighing, turning into her bunny form, joining you in the nest- her bigger form curling around you chirping softly- apologizing again to you knowing she has your forgiveness but.. she feels horrible. Feeling you nuzzle into her side she hummed tail wagging.
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I saw requests are open and I wanted to let you know that I really love your writing! Could you do First and/or Twilight with a reader who sings really well but is self conscious about it? Romantic if possible
I tried to do scenarios, but alas, my brain did not wanna work with that, so hope you don't mind hc's! I gotchu chief.
First
~~ Man, oh man, where do I begin with him? I like to think that their music wasn't really much big in lyrics. It's rare to hear to music with words so imagine his surprise when he heard you softly humming tune. Only for it to slowly grow to normal speaking range.
~~ He happens upon your little tunes while you were foraging. He heard a part, something about "In mountains that are stacked with fear, but you're a king and I'm a lionheart." (King and Lionheart by of Monsters and Men)
~~ Not one to interrupt a peaceful air that surrounded your form. He instead, took careful watch behind a tree, closing his eyes, and listening to the serene song that flitted in one ear and out the other.
~~ He wasn't sure how much time had pass, but the shocked gasp had him up on his feet, hand on his sword and swiveling his head in panic.
~~ With no harm in sight, he breathes only to hear your squeak. He froze when his eyes came into contact with yours. Your voice cracked, "how long have you been standing there?" He duck his head with a sheepish smile, "your voice...it sounded lovely."
~~ He doesn't pressure you to sing to him, only whenever you feel comfortable to do so. Though, he does miss hearing your little hums and the different tunes your home made. It definitely sits in his mind to where he's humming it to himself.
~~ it's only when he had a nightmare of old memories that you sung to him in the shared inn bed quietly. He appreciates the distraction and he loves you for it even as you take a step out of your comfort zone. He cherishes the moments like those.
Twilight
~~ I like to think he loves the folk songs more than what others would actually think he would like. While yes, the bittersweet country tunes make him howl, but the folk songs got his heart swelling, foot tapping and swaying his head alongside to it.
~~ It's definitely a late night, he's on watch and you're up due to brain not wanting to knock out for the night. His ear twitches at the soft hums coming from you causing the stress from his shoulders to relax. He loves hearing your voice, even though he wish for you to get some sleep, the other side is definitely soothed that he's not the only one awake.
~~ He's multitasking! "Tossed his copper, and I watched as it fell, but there wasn't any water in the wishing well." (Wishing Well by The Oh Hellos)
~~ That song...is new... he loves the soft tune, so saccharine to his ears. While he doesn't know the lyrics, he follows along eagerly and sighs in bliss, "mighty tune there, darls."
~~ It stops and he freezes, thinking he said something wrong, he backtracks with a wince, "ah! sorry if I-" "How long have you-" "Til I heard you hummin'." "...want me to continue?" "...if you want to, sugar."
~~ The thought of you only singing just for him, only for his ears to hear, makes his heart flutter. He does the dreamy sigh and it got his ancestor wondering what got him all day dreaming. It's both of your shared secret, one that he cherishes.
~~ Would sing with you, but as you can tell, he's not really a pro at it so he'll let you do the singing. He'll hum along or to himself. Dancing while singing? a swing during a upbeat or a slow sway together on a slow one. Lullabies? when he's down, sick or has a nightmare, know just hearing your voice soothes him.
#.bea's writing#linked universe x reader#lu x reader#lu first x reader#lu twilight x reader#link x reader#loz link x reader#loz x reader
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Read Between The Lines
*Okay so after watching The Challengers, I just had to rewrite the threesome scene with these 2 right here. DO NOT READ IF YOU DON'T WANT SPOILERS OR IF YOU ARE UNDER 18!!!*
Warnings: def not proofread, just an intense make out sesh, some touching, and a mention of the female nub.
Enjoy :)
Sitting in a circle, you take another swig of beer and your face winces from its bitter taste. Eddie and Steve watch you, well more like pace you, while finishing off the shared joint. “What made the both of you want me?” you ask, resting the empty beer can next to the ashtray.
“It’s not normal to see a princess wade the waters and NOT test her stride.” Eddie simply retorts. Steve nervously finishing the blunt in his hand, the red in his cheeks never once fading.
“Oh!” your taken aback from the rather refined answer from Eddie, his dimples deepening even more, “Well how bout’ you Steve?” you say leaning towards Steve’s side. Steve chuckles as he watches himself put out the blunt within the ashtray, “Well, I think Eddie said it better.” he admits, his pink-hazed eyes shyly locking with yours.
“Uh-uh.” slowly moving from your sitting position, you crawl to him “I want you to tell me..” you trail off. You watch as both of their breathing falter from the sudden change in atmosphere, heightened anticipation seeping from their glazed eyes. Eddie’s head slowly follows your predatory crawl while Steve unintentionally bares his neck for you. You breathlessly laugh “Was it my eyes Steve?” you push, giving him your best vixen stare, breaking into his invisible barrier. His adams apple bobs quickly, an auditory gulp cutting through the thick need between the men. “Oorrr..” you drawl seductively. You pounce at him suddenly, making him drop his back to the wall behind him with a gasp. Gently resting your hands on his hairy chest, you smile “Was it my tits Steve?” you whisper against his neck.
“Fuck.” he finally exhales as you nip at his neck. Trying his best to restrain himself from showing you why, his body shudders as you lick up the side of his neck to suckle at his earlobe. His eyes roll back as he moans out loud by your devious actions, his hands quickly finding solace on your waist. You let go of his earlobe with a wet pop and instinctually he brings his face to yours, his lips thirsting for your next move. But you pull away. Standing up, you walk away from them and stop towards the foot of the bed. You turn to face them again, pressing your thumb against your bottom lip as you decide on what happens next. Steve remains in a lustful daze, his hand combing through his hair as he tries to recollect himself. Meanwhile Eddie watches you intently, leaning on his left hand while the other rests upon the middle of his boxers. You pace a few times, nibbling your bottom lip as your needs and morals combat within you. “What are you thinking about (Y/N)?” Eddie asks, snapping you from your thoughts.
You couldn’t help but hungrily scan his tatted body, the way it added more oomph to his rather playful spirit. “It seems to me, we’re all on the same train of thought here.” Eddie cocks his head to the side, letting his flared hair drape over his shoulder.
“Shut up Eds.” Steve shoots making Eddie whip his head to him, “Let her do…. What she’s doing.” he tries to explain while still adjusting himself. And fuck it. You take off your oversized tee and drop it on the carpeted floor, both men’s attention being pulled by the tee’s soft thud. You smirk as 2 brown eyes slowly scan up your exposed body, your black thong with matching sheer bra settling the deal. You plop down on the end of the bed, leaving space on either side of you. The men still staring at you with dropped jaws, you giggle, “Soo whose-.” before you can even finish, Eddie and Steve race to sit on either side of you. You couldn’t help but laugh at their boyish antics making them laugh too. You quickly calm, leaning towards Eddie as he stills expectantly. You teasingly glide your lips to the left side of his lips, placing your hand on his neck, but he still doesn’t kiss you. You look at his eyes and gently nod, allowing his hungry kiss to envelop your lips. You moan as his kiss deepens, his hand resting under your right breast to pull you closer to him. Unexpectantly you hear Steve growl before he nips at your neck, to then suck at the area.
You pull away from Eddie’s intoxicating lips to breathe out a moan, looking into Eddie’s eyes lustfully. Steve’s working on your neck causing goosebumps to wave through you, your legs closing tightly against each other to calm your pulsing clit. Eddie wastes no time place his hand on your chin to guide you to look up, his mouth now kissing the other side of your neck. You tremble as you rests both of your hands on the back of their heads, your eyes rolling back at the intense barrage of wet tongues and slick lips upon you. You tug at Steve’s hair, making him come off of you just to make out with him with just as much need. Eddie proceeds to lick up to your jaw, just to nip the area, to then suckle at your earlobe. “Fuck.” you say breaking the make out with Steve and pulling away from Eddie’s devilish mouth. Both men quickly closes the distance to kiss your lips, Steve giving your bottom lip a nip while Eddie slips his tongue between your lips. Sloppy open mouth kisses continue as you gently guide their heads to each other. Suddenly Steve jerks back as Eddie fully kisses him.
Your right brow raises at Steve’s refrain after the slip up, Eddie silently concerned by his friend’s racing thoughts. “Have you ever-.”“No.” Steve stops you, looking away at the both of you. You see as Eddie’s concern quickly turns to regret. Quickly you place your hand on Steve’s chin and turn his face back to you, while simultaneously placing a hand on Eddie’s hand as reassurance “Whatever happens here, stays here.” you say, starting another make out session with Steve. In minutes your filled with roaming hands, consumed by searching tongues and lustful moans. You bring the 2 of them closer to each other again, but this time Steve deeply kisses Eddie. You slowly lean away as you watch the both of them make out, Steve taking the reigns completely. When you finally rests on your elbows you couldn’t help but smile, biting your bottom lip once more. Eddie continuously moans as Steve is more of a go-getter, feeling up Eddie’s body while occasionally feeling your legs. For them to never kiss each other, they sure had a dynamic between each other.
#eddie munson#steve harrington#steve x eddie#steddie#steddie x reader#steddie x y/n#eddie munson x you#steve harrington x you#steve harrington x reader#eddie munson x reader
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hi I saw you did a fluff alphabet already for captain Price for some one else but Can I request more letters? you Can pick! sorry for the Bad English and stuff by the way, Its not my first language :)
Hey there! Don't worry, your English is fine! And sure I can :>
Fluff Alphabet for Price 2
E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?
Price is definitely the more dominant person in your relationship. Sure, he could always just sit back and let you do things, but he’s just so used to taking the wheel at his job that he just subconsciously does it at home and with you as well. Will always choose where to go to eat, will always help you in the bath with washing your back and whatnot, will often tell you what he wants you to do. In his case, though, he will reward you for listening to him. For example, he’ll give you a kiss on your forehead, cuddle with you on the couch or try to make your favorite food. He actually does enjoy being the more dominant person in your relationship.
J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?
Kind of? He trusts you enough to know that you mean no harm when you’re getting friendly with someone else, most of the time you’re just being polite. So, usually he has no problem ignoring it. But if he’s had a bad day and just wants to have you around him, with your attention solely on him, then he’ll get jealous very easily. Price will become a bit more touchy with you then, putting his arm around your waist, maybe even trying to scare the other person off. Once you’re home you’ll have enough time to get changed into some more comfortable clothes before he just plops down on top of you. Demands you pay attention to him. Scratch his scalp and he’ll calm down more quickly, though.
K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?
He’s not too bad at kissing. There have been plenty of people who have wanted to be with him since he’s a good man. A handsome one too. He’s had a few flings here and there as well, so he’s had his fair share of practice before. Although he’s usually composed when it comes to things like this, he was pretty nervous during your first kiss together. He made it quite obvious that he wanted to kiss you by putting his forehead against yours at first and asking you if you were okay with it. The kiss didn’t last too long, nor was it too intense. It was pleasant and just right. It was the confidence boost he needed to continue kissing you.
L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?
He wouldn’t really beat around the bush too much. If he really likes you then he’ll just make it known. If you reciprocate or just say yes, then that’s great. If you don’t then he’ll just move on. He’s got better things to do than be a lovesick fool, after all. Would ask you to meet up with him at a nice place, maybe even the place you first met if it wasn’t on a mission, and confess to you there. He may know that he shouldn’t really “purchase” you with gifts, but he’ll get you a small gift anyway. Nothing too big, just something small that you can remember him by.
O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?
It’s kind of obvious, actually. Especially to the people, who know him well enough. He becomes touchy with you. It’s not too much, and you could always just ask him to either tone it down or downright stop, but for the time being he will touch you. Just his hand on your arm, on your shoulder or your back. He is a bit touchy with his soldiers too, yes, but just a tad bit more with you. That’s why he doesn’t even notice it until someone points it out to him. His tone is also much gentler with you than it is with others. Plus he’s also more prone to praising you. It’s kind of embarrassing once he notices, but he can’t really correct that behavior either.
U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?
Once you’ve been together for some time, he knows you pretty well. He, too, is a pretty observant man. Plus he loves you, so why wouldn’t he want to watch you like a hawk? Is also pretty good at remembering things, so if you’ve mentioned something a few months, or even years, ago, then he’ll remember. This is a good and bad thing because he sometimes will tease you about it when he feels playful. Price can be a pretty empathetic man, especially towards his loved ones. Sure, he can turn that empathy off if he needs to, but he prefers to feel what you’re feeling so he can help you better.
W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.
If you complain about the stench of him smoking then he’ll actually try to tone it down a little bit. Sure, he likely won’t ever be able to stop entirely, but he’ll smoke a little bit less for you. You expressing concern for his health because of it would actually be a motivator for him to stop entirely. But he really needs it since his job is very demanding and stressful. However, you’re pretty much the only person who gets away with hiding his cigars. Everyone else will get an earful or punished, but not you. You will get an exasperated sigh and a “Love, where did you put them this time?” He will complain to you about how expensive his cigars are and how you shouldn’t waste them like that.
X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?
Yes, Price is a cuddler at heart. I know I said he’s the dominant person in your relationship, but he really doesn’t mind being cuddled either. In fact, he loves it. Doesn’t matter who’s cuddling who, doesn’t matter what position you’re in, he’s at ease as long as he gets to touch you somehow. However, if you’re not into it, then he can tone it down a little bit, he’s a mature adult, after all. Will still want to hold your hand from time to time, though. And he does love kisses as well. Loves to tease you by kissing the corner of your mouth, just so you’ll pout and ask him to kiss you properly. Whenever he feels like sleeping in you can actually get him to get up by promising him kisses. Tell him that sleepyheads get no kissies and he’ll be up fairly quickly.
#cod#cod x reader#john price#john price x reader#price x reader#Price is a good lad he'd take good care of his partner#I feel like he'd be especially good for someone shy and withdrawn. someone who won't cause too much trouble#Am I projecting? Maybe I'm not sure I'm more of a Ghost and Gaz kind of person#But I'd be lying if I said being in a poly relationship with the entirety of the 141 isn't on my mind on the daily#I have so many HCs about that but I've never gotten around to writing more HCs for it even if I'd love to#but maybe now that I'm on my break I might write some things I've been meaning to write#among those things was actually a little something for Price#I've also been thinking about writing a little something for an anime I've been watching as of late#I don't wanna tag it so I'm not gonna write the name here. but it has to do with dungeons and food#the elf girl is my favorite and I love the chimera girl too#Poly time maybe? maybe. I have yet to continue reading the manga though#isn't it funny? I'm on break but I still feel this duty to write#it's horrible. I've written three requests today
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